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Yandere Profile - Tamaki Amajiki (My Hero Academia)

Getting close to being done with these!! Just two more to go from here! I love this boy so much omg. I remember the first time he came on screen I just immediately fell in love.

IMPORTANT: I haven't read the manga. I don't think anything here would be affected by that, but just in case.

As per request iirc I tried to make this one gender neutral EXCEPT for pregnancy section, which is kinda impossible to avoid so it briefly alludes to male and female darling, other than that I checked and don't think any of this would suggest either way but please let me know if I missed something!

Warnings/Info: Dark content, contains n/s/f/w/, yandere, homicide, kidnapping, noncon, tentacles

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Severity Scale

Intelligence/Perceptiveness: 5 Brutality: 3 Physical capability: 6 Mental/emotional instability: 3 Restrictiveness: 4 Sexual sadism: 7.5 Stubbornness: 3

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

A very... covert sort of yandere. The kind that you would like to say "oh, I didn't see it coming" -- and at the time, you really didn't. And yet somehow, when something finally happens and you look back at everything leading up to it, you somehow feel like an idiot for not catching on sooner. All the little irregularities and smallest signs add up and it snowballs into something you can't control before you even realize it's happening. I mean, who would ever suspect someone like him of doing literally anything bad? He's so sweet, everyone thinks so. He would never do something... like that.

And he knows he's perceived that way, too, he reminds himself every time he is in fact doing something bad. He's a very guilty yandere, thinks to himself what would they think? Nejire and Mirio and every authority figure he looks up to so much... for a while, he uses those thoughts to hold him back, but the urges just bottle up, he finds himself becoming nervous over them, to the point that acting on those urges is the only thing that can calm him down, and thus he gives in.

For one thing, he tries not to, tells himself it's bad, but every now and then he finds himself manipulating pity and guilt to his advantage. And it's pathetic, too, he tells himself as a reason why he shouldn't -- does he really want you doing something for him out of pity? Of course not! Still, sometimes he just... panics, can't think of another way, and needs to get a certain answer or result on the spot, and finds himself defaulting to that.

It's a given that he'd stalk, and he's good at it too. The classic type, following at a distance, finding a way to break into your room when you're gone. Granted, he's absolutely ridden with guilt, he's not the type to be delusional and convince himself he's not doing anything wrong. He knows it's wrong, he knows it's messed up, and in the beginning, he may even try to fight the urges to perform these behaviors... but with time, it just becomes too much.

He also collects things, at least up until he can have you to himself. Like, water bottles you throw away, gum you spit out, graded papers you toss away, hair, wrappers, and, of course, underwear too (the one he feels most guilty about, but takes the most pleasure in obtaining nonetheless).

One important thing is... he doesn't even try the "normal" way. Most yanderes make some attempt, at the very least, to do things "normally" -- ask you out, develop a relationship, let things progress on their own -- and they will only let yandere behaviors fester and develop if rejected, or may only be mildly possessive until they feel threatened by a rival. Not in Tamaki's case, no, not possible, he thinks. It goes straight from "friends who talk sometimes" to "bound hand in foot on my bed" sort of deal faster than you could even realize anything was developing.

The reason, honestly? It's easier. He's so nervous about trying to, you know, actually confess to you or ask you if you like him, that the thought of actually committing a crime and having you as a captive is somehow an easier, more comfortable scenario. At least then, you can't reject him and run away, you can't humiliate him in public or something, and even if you say no, well, you two can talk it out until you understand better. Whereas in a normal situation, if you rejected him, you might then start avoiding him, and he couldn't take that.

So, yes, any notion of doing things "normally" more or less goes out the window with him. This also makes him a very unfortunate yandere to have, because he's inevitable. With others, you may be able to (knowingly or not) prevent them from ever going to such extremes as kidnapping or homicide or forcing you into "love" by accepting them, keeping their tendencies mild and at bay, but that's not going to work with Tamaki, not because he wouldn't be happy with that, but you won't even get the chance.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

You might expect that, like the average student, he would rule out the idea as not having the means, but honestly? He's just crazy enough to try and keep you restrained to a dorm. He can make it work, he thinks to himself. Just never let anyone come into his room, and if it's absolutely necessary, he can sedate you, put you in the closet or something, right?

But because he's as paranoid as he is, he goes above and beyond with the planning and prepping, spends hours crafting a perfect plan. He goes over every what-if of possible scenarios he could run into in the process, things that could go wrong, and comes up with solutions preemptively. He pours a ton of research into how he'll go about it, not just the kidnapping itself, but keeping you afterwards as well, every detail of how your life with him will be. He even types out and rehearses the whole 'hey so you're awake now time to explain that you're here forever-' speech for you, overthinks his wording and rewrites it multiple times in the notes app of his phone. Not that he's any less nervous than the moment he began, but at least he has some reassurance once he finally sets it in motion.

His plan requires very specific timing, too, because it must begin off-campus. He can't risk doing anything on-campus and risk being seen, or caught on camera. Specifically, he waits for a break, one of those holidays or break periods you get off, to which you've informed him you're going home to see family, and will need to go to the airport or train station or other hub of transportation. Alright... he can work with that.

The first part requires guilting you into letting him come with you to the location -- he's leaving too, he says, he has a suitcase with him, see? Since you're both leaving around the same time, it makes sense to meet there together to say bye for a while... no, uh, he has something to do right after class, so he can't leave the school with you (and be seen doing so), you'll have to meet him there, sorry. It'll take a while for him to finish the ambiguous task, so you'll have to make it at nighttime. Harder to see and all that.

The second part requires some acting skill... pretending he's lost or forgotten something, or maybe dropped it. Something important! He's so sorry, you don't have to help him, but he's pretty sure he dropped it when he was coming in, see, he took a less-traveled side entry no one knows about, sort of tucked away, there's a corner where you've completely obscured, and it's a straight shot from there.

He's still very awkward about it, stammers out an apology even as he's smothering you with some cloth over your mouth, is sure to catch you as you slump down. Wouldn't want you scraping your knee or something. From there, it's just transporting both of your bags (with you nicely tucked into his, one of those hard-shelled suitcases) to the motel room he rented for a night (one of those really cheap sketchy places that doesn't require a real ID and lets him pay with cash), in order to seem less odd if he were to be caught on camera coming to and from the school all in one night with suitcases. It also gives him an enclosed space to work in peace without being rushed or having to look over his shoulder to fix all the details, getting you taped up (just for now! He knows tape on the arms isn't comfortable, but it's not for long!), transferring all your stuff to pack around your body in his suitcase, and taking you back the next morning after a sleepless night and a few more doses of chloroform for you. The only trace left of you is an empty suitcase, found ditched behind a building in town somewhere, and its owner nowhere to be found.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Well, he wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, you know, that's no good... tying you up with ropes and uncomfortable stuff would be mean, and you'd probably hate him for it too, so... he can't do that, right? But see, the thing is... until he graduates and gets an apartment a few months from now, this is gonna have to be how your arrangement is... sorry. He knows it's not fun. It's only temporary! He just couldn't stand leaving things the way they were a moment longer, so... yeah, you'll have to stay more or less completely restrained for hours a day, whenever he's in class.

Thankfully, the internet has his back on this one. They make handcuffs out of leather, really nice high-quality ones too... sure, they may be intended for a... less practical purpose... but, that's not really the use he was intending -- well, not yet, unless you want, not that you have to! Not that he had that in mind for the future, no, he just... anyway, see, there's a lot of reviews describing them as comfortable, so it won't be so bad. You'll still need tape over your mouth, though, and he'll only connect one of your ankles to the bed. Hands behind your back, feet together, mouth taped up... it's not so bad, you can still wiggle around to be comfortable. If you want, he can sedate you each morning, to help the time pass faster... and he'll even leave his laptop propped open on the bedside table, streaming a show of your choosing or something for you to watch! Of course, it'll have to be far enough away you can't reach it, and on a low volume... still, better than nothing right?

You might think that, given how submissive and passive of a person he can be, not to mention his devotion to you, that you could convince him to give you more leniency... surprisingly, no, he's very insistent on this one thing if nothing else. No, you can't be unrestrained. Don't take it the wrong way. He trusts you, really, he just... okay, so he doesn't trust you, sorry. Really, really sorry. It's for your own good.

Should you manage an attempt, maybe managing to get the tape off or undoing an ankle or the like, you still likely won't make it out of the room before he comes back and sees your halfway-attempt. Predictably, this earns an intense paranoid reaction, he panics at the thought that you almost got out and, well, it ends unfortunately for you: sedation from here on out.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

He can be a bit gullible at times for sure, but fortunately for him (and unfortunately for you), he's self-aware of that and guards against it. Unfortunately, this leads to him second-guessing his own judgement frequently, even when he has no real reason to. He doesn't know if you're lying -- n-not that he thinks badly of you, it's not like that, he just -- you just think you have good reason to lie, and, and... so you do, but he doesn't know when you are or aren't, and... it's safer to assume you are... sorry.

He apologizes each time, his eyes dart to the floor and he says he's sorry, but... I don't think you're... being honest with me. He doesn't want to insult you, but he can't just believe everything you say. Unfortunately, in the end, he will come to the conclusion that you are lying the vast majority of the time, and act accordingly.

Predictably, he's easy to manipulate -- you want this? Of course, he’s not made of money, but he’ll try his best!

He's not without his limits, though. He actually will put his foot down eventually if you push him far enough, if for nothing else but out of hurt at the realization of what you're doing. He clenches his jaw, he curls his hands into fists, his head tilts down and he looks at the ground -- but you can still hear the sadness in his voice as he says something to the effect of I know you're just using me. He's not... not going to just let you step on him, he says. He wants to do anything in the world to make you happy, but he can tell you're not actually grateful and growing closer to him, you're just... you're just using how much he loves you to get him to do whatever you want! Well... not anymore.

The pitiful little speech he gives you is resolute, but it doesn't last too long. He operates in episodes like that; now for a few weeks he'll be unbendable in will and not allow himself to be manipulated, but after a few weeks is up, he'll start slipping and becoming more easily manipulated until he realizes he's fallen into the same trap again, re-igniting his resolve, and thus the cycle repeats over and over.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Thankfully, in terms of getting you things, he'll put quite a decent amount of effort in. Granted, he doesn't just have a ton of money laying around, but if there's something you would like to watch or something, he'll get it, or will purchase any streaming service subscriptions you may want to keep yourself entertained. It's the least he can do, since you're kinda... immobilized, and he feels bad about that.

But he's not stupid, and he's very paranoid, so no matter how much you ask, do not expect to be able to guilt or pity your way into being released from your binds. So, really, his leniency is a bit odd to measure, because he's so incredibly restrictive on such an extreme matter, but at the same time, for everything other than that one thing, he'll go out of his way to obtain or at least compromise on.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

He wouldn't want to be demanding, then you'd be upset... He won't demand you behave a certain way or anything. Just... don't yell, and don't fight so much, okay? That's more or less it, two rules. One, don't make loud noises like yelling or banging on the walls or otherwise trying to get attention. And two, don't thrash around and bite and snarl at him so much.

For the latter, he understands you're trying to express yourself and all that but... just maybe try to not hurt him. You can, uh, get out how you feel with your words, right? Here, he'll sit back and let you vent for a minute... that way maybe when he tries to reposition you this time, you won't bite him? Maybe? Oh, you tried again... that's okay, he'll just... wait until you're done.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

He operates quietly, and unseen. In the period before you get taken away, he often watches you at a distance, sits there and seethes and wallows in his feelings of anger and self-pity that this is happening to him. He can't just... confront them! How would he do that? What would he even say? No, it's just not possible. For a while, thus, he endures it, stands back in misery watching you get close to someone that isn't him, following both of you around. But he can only handle that for so long.

In the end, well, he takes the same route as he does with having you to himself -- that is, what would be most people's plan Z is his plan A. Talk to said rival? No. Try and pair them up with someone else? Nope. Blackmail? Anonymous threats? Framing them for this or that? No, see, all of those involve the thing he hates the thought of the most -- a confrontation. Having to talk his way out of the situation. Interacting in the most awkward, uncomfortable of situations. He hates that thought so much, that what he ends up doing (albeit in more of a heated, spontaneous moment, without really thinking about what he's doing), is flat-out homicide. Silent and quick.

It takes a few moments to process, and as you might imagine, he does panic once the weight of it sets in. However, unlike some in his position, he's... surprisingly really, really good at covering his tracks. Like, you'd think he's done this before, or at least watched quite a few crime documentaries or something (realistically, it's just a lot of knowledge from late-night rabbit hole browsing), but he knows all the tricks and methods of disposal and cover-up that ensures no harm will come to him as a result of it all. Not that he doesn't still panic, no, he's an absolute wreck for a while, and hopefully they never reach a point of questioning him, because he'd break under that kind of pressure. But as long as he isn't under suspicion, which he likely won't be, he'll be fine.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He's very slow to anger, and he's always creating excuses for your behavior to himself. You didn't mean it, you're just in a bad mood. You really did try to do what he wanted, and just messed it up somehow. You just forgot. You just didn't realize how that choice of words would come across. Excuse after excuse to avoid acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, you might just be bad every now and then.

Like everything, of course, there is a limit. He gets frustrated. He doesn't really know how to handle it, he curls his hands into tight fists and he opens his mouth to try and express himself, but no words come out. He runs his fingers through his hair (a subconscious habit you've noticed whenever he's feeling some negative emotion), his gaze darts around at the ground. He tries to word his statement nicely, but you can hear the clear tone of frustration. It's a lot of 'just.' Just do what he asked, please. Just hold still. Stop that for just a second. Listen to him just this one time. Can't you do that? He's trying really hard to be nice...

Should you really push him, his outbursts are short-lived, but intense. His anger is almost always mixed with some degree of hurt, his voice strains and his eyes water. He vents and rants for a moment over his frustration, usually before cutting off rather abruptly, shaking his head, and walking off. He doesn't want you to see him so upset, so he goes off to exert the emotion out elsewhere, and is quiet for a while when he comes back, before eventually trying to move on as if it didn't happen, and won't mention it again unless you bring it up.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Far above. He is a worshipper through and through. Part of the reason he struggles to talk to you and can't bring himself to try doing things "normally" is because in the back of his mind, just the thought brings him into a spiral of self-deprecating thoughts that discourage him from doing so. Why would you ever want him? He's not as cool or as strong and popular as someone like Mirio, or a lot of his other classmates and friends... and you, you're so perfect in every way. Why would you ever choose him?

So the more time he spends around you, the more this thought is enforced, the more he tells himself he's not worthy of you, that he doesn't deserve you. It all just makes him feel that much more selfish for what he knows he's going to do, but that in and of itself actually helps him justify it to some degree -- at least by taking you away, he's more or less acknowledging that he could never have you through fair means. He's basically admitting that you would never choose him, and he figures you'll appreciate that much... right?

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Because he feels beneath you, he feels like you shouldn't... but that won't stop him from trying. Love is complicated, he thinks. But, love can be born out of appreciation and recognition, right? So if he just... does enough things for you, it'll work out.

So ultimately, he's very determined, and the way in which he goes about it primarily is through everything he can think of to "win you over," so to speak. This ranges from gifts, to gushing out words of adoration and affection, to constantly doing any sort of task for you, so on and so on. He thinks, or at least hopes, that if he just keeps at that long enough, surely, eventually something will change. Even if you try to say otherwise... well, you're just being bitter, not in a good mood. It doesn't make sense that it will never work, right? He just clings to his original thoughts... he has to. He doesn't have it in him to admit to himself that maybe it's not possible... so he simply pushes any such thoughts aside, and strives onward.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Unfortunately for you, he's one of those yanderes who will truly ruin any quality of life you have for the sake of "safety" and their own selfishness. He's apologetic to the end, but it doesn't change that he'd be alright with keeping you more or less a numb hollow shell never fully conscious, always heavily drugged, should you force his hand.

This would likely occur in the instance of you repeatedly causing problems -- banging on the wall, managing to get the tape off and yelling, other things that try to draw attention to yourself and make noise in hopes of someone hearing, or somehow (likely through use of a quirk) managing to escape despite the tape and everything. He can't have someone come and take you away from him. Notably, that's his concern, the thought of, you know, going to prison, doesn't even really cross his mind, no, his concern is that he wouldn't have you anymore, should someone find out, you'd be separated. He can't handle the thought.

So really, it's for your own good that you stay quiet and oblige by what he asks of you, because if you don't, you'll certainly regret it. He feels bad, truly, but this is for your own good, he says. He doesn't like it either, and thinks maybe things can change once he's graduated and can get you into an apartment. But don't worry... he'll take good care of you, even if you're no longer responsive, even if all you can do is lay there with your eyes half-lidded, mumbling incoherently... at least it's cute, and only for the meantime.

Also, as somewhat noted previously, he avoids the "normal." Confessing to you? Kindly asking rivals to leave you alone, or maybe even fighting them? No, it's always straight to the extreme. Even starting from the extremes like homicide and kidnapping are, in his mind, easier than the "normal" way, as they avoid confrontation.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Honestly? High drive. All that nervousness he feels on a daily basis builds up stress, and he spends a lot of time alone with his hand to deal with that. And there's some... unholy things in that browser history, you'd think he was vanilla as can be, but no, there's a good deal of some messed-up stuff in there. Not that he doesn't have shame, because he does, poor thing clicks out of a video the second after he cums because he can't handle something he now views as so repulsive now that the post-nut clarity has settled in.

That being said, just a mere brush-up against him you'd think was like an electric shock, with the way he tenses up and jolts and flinches at the slightest of touches. Not that he doesn't love it, it's just unexpected and he's so on edge already, it makes him nervous, makes his poor heart race. Even in captivity, he struggles at first, the touches start off very very awkward and forced, he holds your hand like he's going to snap it in half, he hugs you so stiff and trembling it barely feels like one at all.

But he gets more comfortable with time, and comes to crave it. He needs to be in your presence, needs to hold you close and get all that stress out, just laying there in your touch and presence helps with his nerves like nothing else, he can relax and let the anxiety melt away.

As far as conversation goes... he's not good at all. He gets red in the face, stutters, his gaze darts all around. He's very easily embarrassed and will avoid the subject at all costs, but if you really need something addressed, he can squeeze his eyes shut and manage to get through a brief discussion for your sake. It's actually kind of cute, as long as it doesn't get annoying.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

You would think that the answer here would be that he would absolutely care, would never so much as touch you without permission, right? He would think so too. He would have certainly thought such about himself. Before he ended up in a position where not doing so was an option, that is.

Still, he has to sort of... build up to it. He's not going to outright do anything the moment he obtains you, tempting as it may be, the guilt holds him back. It starts as a touch, a kiss, an embrace, gestures he can tell you to just stay calm through, to endure, just for a second. He rationalizes it to himself, makes mental leaps and bounds to justify it in his mind, namely through the notion that you're just nervous, and you may not want it not, but you'll be glad you did later. Besides, he said sorry beforehand, so that should take away a good portion of any wrongdoing, right?

That becomes longer, more intense kisses. Mild groping. More intense groping. Just let him grind into you for just a second. It's only because he loves you. On and on it goes. And eventually, yes, it does finally culminate into intercourse... by that point, it barely feels like a step up from everything else, he's so patiently worked his way there. It's just like everything else. Just let him do it for just a moment. Just close your eyes. Just relax. It's because he loves you... it's over before you really process it to begin with, and from there on, it's a downward spiral, he'll just feel more confident and comfortable doing it in the future... besides, now that he's had it once, it's not like he can resist now, knowing how good it really is.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Tentacles

Well, isn't it technically just... advanced fingering, all things considered? Eh, he prefers it this way anyhow. Using his quirk to engorge his fingers into tentacles, as it turns out, has multiple benefits, including outside of hero work.

Even before darling comes along, really, he's thought about it. As aforementioned, he's into some pretty degenerate things that most who know him would be quite shocked to learn he'd ever consume (and he's very careful to delete his history, of course), and he frankly often berates himself for being into something so gross, as he thinks it. Still, there's a nagging thought in the back of his mind, that he might be one of the only people on earth for whom such a thing could exist outside the realm of animation and fantasy, that he could make such a thing real. And with darling in his possession, the temptation is just a bit too strong to resist.

Don't worry! It won't hurt, he reassures you, should you appear frightened. Just relax... in goes one, in goes two... he likes to build it up like that, start with just one and try to stuff as many inside of you as he can manage, taking (along with a lot of guilt that comes with it, but the guilt becomes background noise by comparison) a great deal of perverted enjoyment and pleasure in watching your facial expressions and the way you squeal and twitch, feeling the slimy appendages squirming around inside of you. He won't do it often, if he knows you don't like it, but every once in a while, he just has a need for it, and will slowly inch his way into doing so, unable to resist temptation to see that display in front of him again.

Sadism

You wouldn't expect it, would you?

Well, neither would he. He's a very guilty sort. He discovers it through his internet browsing habits once, that sort of thing where you click one page which leads to another, and another, tapping and tapping your way from post to post until you realize you've hit a trend that maybe says something about yourself. He finds himself coming to the very sudden realization that he's been gravitating towards certain types of videos, that a lot of the titles in his history have some things in common, and that maybe just maybe that video that he initially reacted with such disgust might just have some appeal to it he doesn't want to admit, finds himself watching it, finds himself subconsciously reaching his hand down again. It's not that bad, something mild like choking or riding crops or clamps, but finds himself reaching orgasm to the sounds of impact or squeals.

He hates it about himself at first. Tries to avoid it, tries to take his mind off of it, but finds himself gravitating to it again and again. He has no idea why, it's one of those things where he just... likes it because he does, no real reason, all he knows is it makes him harder than obsidian in a matter of seconds.

By the time you come along, he swears up and down he would never do any of that stuff to you, no, never. He can't. He'd hate himself for it. And yet... he does wonder what you would sound like. He starts the self-bargaining process -- maybe just once won't be too bad. Maybe every once in a while. Maybe he can tell you it's because you react well to it, not that he likes it or anything. Maybe you will like it. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

And thus, he finds himself trying to bring it up to you, ends up sputtering incoherently, ends up telling you just to lay back, he just wants to try something, just once, promise. And he'll reward you after, too! He'll take such good care of you after, hold you close and apologize and give you a bath and make you food, everything! And it's not something for him, no, he just thinks maybe you'll enjoy this... it'll only hurt just a little bit, promise.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Very worried, he has a lot of fears and paranoias regarding the matter, and personally feels that now is not the time. Maybe once he's more established, once he has more money, and once he gets over his nerves on the matter... he's just so worried he'd be bad at it, you know? He has no idea how to care for such a thing, he would be completely lost.

Granted, he's not the best at using protection -- he actually does try, unlike so many guys, but sometimes he genuinely, honestly forgets, and unless you remind him, he's not going to realize it until he's watching the cum seep out of you. And subsequently panics, and thus has to be calmed down. Whoops.

As for a darling that can't get pregnant for whatever reason, he's also definitely not above adopting, or even stealing, a kid in hopes of using them as a sort of anchor to keep darling with him, through guilt or emotional attachment or merely feelings of obligation.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

When he feels like you don't love him, he panics. It's not his fault, why do you have to look at him like that? So cold and mean... it's a sort of instinctive, immediate reaction to any time he feels uneasy, what he does to you. He thinks that if he just... shows you he loves you, gets some reassurance you don't hate him, then he can at least get rid of the horrible panic that even the slightest notion otherwise gives him.

So don't think of it as a punishment for doing something bad... he's not mad, he's just... ah, he's not good with words. He just thinks this is best for you. Tying you up is just to make sure he can show you right, can get at what he needs to and remind you he loves you. The only way that makes the most sense to him, trying to take it slow, but ultimately failing to do so, giving into his heated emotions and going really hard and fast at his efforts, using his mouth and his fingers and everything at his disposal. He doesn't have a set number of orgasms in mind, but it won't be a few, no, he's come to the conclusion that proving he's dedicated -- through making you cum over and over, even to the point that it takes hours because you've had so many -- is the best way to show you dedication.

Besides, he's honestly the type to believe in pseudo-science type of stuff he reads on the internet, provided it's something he likes. And he read once that if someone gives someone else ten orgasms in a row, all in nonstop succession, the brain releases all these chemicals or whatever, and basically that person is guaranteed to fall in love with the person doing it. And, well, that makes enough sense to him, so he goes along with it.

He also apologizes the whole time -- not that he'll stop, but any resistance or begging is met with some very sweet kisses to the forehead, an apology, and reassurance that it will all be okay... just a few more, and you'll understand.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

The neck, of all things. Tamaki like reassurance. He likes things that remind him that you're safe, you're his. His favorite way to do that is leaving nice little marks on your neck, he likes to look at them when he watches you sleep, run his fingers over them. Of course, he doesn't want to do something you'd hate, so if you're embarrassed about it, he can leave the marks and hickeys below the neck... if he has to.

Or if you don't like them altogether, well... he can always put one on the back of your neck where you can't see while you sleep.

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Apritello Express Evidences, part 1

Greetings, Apritello enthusiasts and attention! Here comes a loong post is written by totally nerd. You've been warned. Here we go.

The thing is that Apritello is a double-edged sword. The series shows us established friendship of these two, give us a lot of content with them. We can see development of relationship through interaction between the characters, their reaction about the situations they are put in. We can sense their synergy and bound through the show.

Donnie and April have incredible chemistry, and both options, brotp and otp seems fine to me.

But let me tell you why I ship them.

Apritello is the kind of pairings, which consists of small details, hints, that's hidden, but if you're sharp and attentive one, you will notice that. Apritello has a strong foundation: the best friends trope.

And from the very beginning, it works as planned.

When I start watching show, I could say that April and Donnie are best friends. It is worth noting that April is like an older sister to the other brothers, more of a sisterly figure than a friend, but with Donnie she behaves somewhat differently, namely, as best friend. Obviously, she sets him apart from his brothers, although girl tries to pay attention to all of them equally. And Donnie behaves as well.

Dee's battle shell designs for April needs as well as his. His shell transform into comfy spot for taking ride for April. Special and only for her. Because his bros are not supposed to use it (at least, he carries no one on his back), Donnie carries them by his techno-bó or his limbs.

This tiny detail shows his special treatment to her. April is a very, very special occasion to D. Don does care about her comfort, he accept the way she is. Donatello does not try to prevent her from participating in their affairs because he respects her decisions and is pleased that April can be shoulder to shoulder with him.

D is glad to be at her service.

Yeah, Dee's still playing cool, he has image to perform as tough and coolheaded guy. So Don doesn't show his intentions, interest and feeling to other people (he's tryin', but fails). Because his actions matter. They are always small, hidden, but meaningful.

April, in return, trusts Dee and depends on his tech, even knowing what his inventions are the opposite of success (usually).

Go on. Look at Donnie's facial expressions and body language when April is near.

Donnie seems more relaxed when she's around, happier. His emotional response is always different from his brothers ones.

Oh, and look, he wanted to be first to give her a high three.

They worry about each other. Look at Don. He does worry about her way more than his brothers. Yeah, they all want to protect her, but Donnie is more expressive.

Mayham has no particular sympathy for the brothers: he is afraid of Raph and behaves aggressively, he is indifferent to Leo and Mikey. Mayham immediately takes a liking to April. And then the details come back: he let Donnie touch his neck. The most vulnerable place for any living creation, for a second. Let him to study an important vial without any hesitation. Mayham depends on April trust for Donnie. When everything goes wrong for Don, the little doggie comes to his rescue, just as April would have done. Is the hint transparent enough?

We can see links with "A mystic library", wherе Donnie begins to look for solutions to save April's pet. Yes, this may seem like his next leap, "sit down, I'm smart, and now I'll solve all the problems, watch and learn," but Don says one phrase that opens up the veil of the second plan, what happens behind the scenes. "My illiteral colleagues and I was conducting a mustic research, with a life of the beloved pet, hanging in a bounce".

Strange wording, Donatello. Beloved pet? Not yours, as we can see. I can say, that everything in this sentence is true, but Donnie and Mayham has something more.

Continue. Next episode "Origami tsunami". Interactions are kept to a minimum, as April herself appears for a maximum of 5 minutes in the series itself. But devil is always in the details, dear friends.

When April was attacked and hung up, the only one who excitedly called out to her was Donny. Raph is furious that the thieves have escaped, Leo is frustrated that their plan has failed, and Mikey is worried about the salami.

Yeah, we didn't see his worries about her when she fell, because Donnie is on the mission and must be coolheaded turtle, and second, he's calm because now April life is safe and sound, out of the danger.

Dear passangers, Apritello Express arrives to the next station - episode "War and Pizza".

Bare facts:

1. April has Donnie's number on an emergency call.

2. "Anything for you"

3. Donnie is the reason why Alberto knows April's name.

No one calles April by her name (except for Donnie, while phone call, but Alberto wasn't nearby) it was "Captain O'Neil" by her chief, her badge seems blank. And yeah, you can say, that's just economy of budget, but I assure you: in the first episode we were shown the name of the delivery guy. The animators were not lazy bones and wrore "Stewart" on his badge. So if something isn't there, then it either shouldn't be there, or it really isn't, that's how this show works.

So, the reason explained in the episode. When Al has short circuit, parts of its new code flashed through its mind.

Info about April was in its memory, in its code. Alberto was a lame animatronic, and it seems somewhat outdated. I do really doubt about Alberto is being something smartass machine with complicated AI like Freddy's Pizza's ones. Quite questionable. Donatello fix Al's brain and wrote code, synchronize with his remote control. He put information about Cap O'Neil into animatronic's head. All this pictures are kind of massage: "You was created for birthday celebrations. You are machine, and there concepts of "life" and "birth". Do great party for this birthday kid and April won't be like this". Or, something like that.

So Alberto did - do a memorable party. And he do what his creator programmed him to do, but in his way.

4. In other words, Alberto was a tool to impress April. Don flaunts himself in front of her, stating how he did the upgrade while doing the upgrade, even though April is fully aware of his tech wizard. And his abilities supposed to help Cap O'Neil to finish the birthday party, so she will stay at her job, not fired. All thanks to Donnie and his upgrade Alberto. (Or not)

By the way, Donnie was the last to leave April in ruined "Alberto's". And it's not an isolated case, it is a pattern.

5. They understand each other without words.

First, Donny came at her at the speed of light. Second, she hadn't even finished speaking before Dee was taking Al apart. Third, their chaotic, well-coordinated work? Donnie was a distraction (although he wanted to just take a break from the battle or let Alberto's guard down, while April just knocked him out). Donnie and April are great team, and sometimes the DonniexApril team is much more precise, coordinated, and interdependent than the DonniexBrothers one.

D&A feel each other and anticipate each other's actions, their skills complement each other, creating an incredible synergy of their interaction. They act as a whole, while it's not always possible with his brothers, even though they're family and know each other the way more Donnie know April. And Dee hasn't trained with cap O'Neil.

Donatello didn't show his crush for April. No puppy, loving eyes, no lovey-dovey speeches, no planning schemes (at least, the audience don't see one) . He just want her attention, but stays cool and hidden. D is already her BFF, but still.

The same thing is claimed in 5B episode - Mascot Melee. Donnie has no problems with interaction with idol of his childhood - Atomic Lass. She'd put Leo in a stupor, but Donnie? He playfully challenges her to a dance duel. Yes, he adores this character, who may have become his measure of the attractiveness of others to Donatello, determined his type. But still, he's playing all cool and confident guy, he's really smooth with girls, so you will never see a puppy loving eyes from him. Only two things can betray him at this point: his voice and his body language. Remember, how's soft his voice became for Atomic Lass? Now I want you to remember the scene before, in turtle tank, when April sent guys a meme.

D is the first to respond to the message, despite the fact that Mikey is sitting closest to the screen. And the responding is a little too emotional for this situation, don't you think?

And this face of his. And he comments it. He likes her sense of humour.

The only difference between April and Atomic Lass is that the first one is a real girl who is a friend of their family, practically a member of it; and the other one is just a fictional character. It is easier to say about love for a fictional character, because it brings less problems for a teenager, especially when he is living with three brothers and a father who likes to tease as well. Donatello needs to be careful and outline the area of emotions he could show, so that he does not get hurt.

Now, dear passangers, we are returning to the previous episode, shall we?

Donnie presents to his brothers his precious Turtle tank, but she's gone, and it's really necessary to find out, who has taken her. And the first person to suspect is April.

Something is odd, don't you think? Yeah, Raphael has taken tyre for their "Midnight special", Leo claimed that Donnie's stuff is common, but they are D's beothers. It's natural for family to borrow(stole) stuff of each other. But this trend was not observed in April. She would never steal anything from Donnie, much less steal anything from him.

Actually, there is a good, logical and solid explanation here. April was number 1 in Donatello' suspect list, because he simply told her about Turtle tank. His brothers didn't know he were working at Moon buggy, except Mikey (Orange helps Dee get the vehicle from Repomantis), but they didn't know what exactly Donnie was working for. They didn't know he build the Turtle tank, he kept it a secret, to surprise his brothers. But April knew.

- Alright you! Where's our turtle tank?

- Hi, DONNIE. You have 9 seconds to say, why are you just broke my door.

- Someone's stole Donnie's turtle tank.

- Haha-ow, I see. As your best friend, you naturally suspect me.

- She gets it!

- Oh-ho, don't give me that! You're the only one could taken it!

The only one, because she knew about it.

As Splints said in this episode - "April is not a snitch"

Donatello does trust April and share with her both, sorrows and joys. But we are not shown this directly. We do not see the action itself, we do not see their calls and conversations on the phone late at night, we only see the consequence. We have no choice and take it as a given.

And the way she cooled him down? Fast, efficient, and Donnie seems to used to it. Moreover, she slapped everyone, but still, she throw Don out of window the last. However, why such a large time delay between him, being slapped and him, was throwing out of the window?

And my favourite scene. It was obvious that Donnie had taken the hardest hit (judging by his scream and the way he was putting his knuckles back in place). Don then claims that their inner circle is secure, Mikey tries to make amends for everyone, and April agrees, blowing them a kiss and closing the window. Cute and mean, isn't it? (You're cute! but mean! why do I always go for your type?! - ep. War and Pizza)

Nota bene: Donnie wouldn't apologize to April. Tough, not caring badass boy image, remember? Even to best friends. It's hard to him to express his feelings by using words, he cannot do it in proper way. But he has Mikey, who is so alike inner him. Michelangelo apologizes not only for himself, but for D mostly, because D starts suspected April.

Let's continue: the episode 8B: Hypno Part Deux

• Donnie put "Donnie's blocker" at April's phone to protect her.

It's common thing that your friend install some programs or apps on your device. But you will always ask your friend to do such a favour, and you will always know about what, when and where were installed on your phone.

And April didn't know Donnie had done something with her phone. It was a real surprise for her, to see blocker with "Donnie says no-no-no".

And you know, the interface of his app. The way he tell this current phrase. Donnie could put a huge banner "THE APP YOU WANT DOWNLOAD TO IS A REAL PIECE OF GARBAGE", as usual antiviruses do. But no, voice interface. It makes the app more personal and thoughtful. Because when Don made gifts for his brother, the program was voiced by a computer-generated female voice. Yes, the tank's interface is voiced by Donatello himself, but his voice sounds more like Google than the real Don. And, we talking about HIS BABEY, for a second. Bit still, the point remains.

• Also, Dale.

Dale is nerdy boy in purple, wow, how convenient for making a parallel with certain purple turtle.

But thing is, April doesn't like Dale. He's clingy, remora guy, who has a little obsession with April, even he's not harmful, still, such behaviour freaks girls (and not them only) out. Her classmate is usually tell her what April O'Neil is "his favourite person" and he loves her. There is little that is attractive about this behavior.

So, there is nothing new and unpredictable here that Dale was rejected. Because April didn't, doesn't and won't like him because of his lame personality and strange behaviour. Our girl in yellow do right thing: she clearly sets personal boundaries and does not allow any dubious personalities to invade them. So that's the reason she refuses to go on a date with him at the end. He's weird, obsessed, and she doesn't like him.

Donatello, as far as I concerned from different versions of TMNT, was always a little obsessive with some things. And, you know, putting a blocker inside your best friend's phone seems a little weird, because it's, in simple words, violation of privacy and personal space. And there are people who may regard this as stalking or sorta.

Yeah, for the most part, he gets away with it, not only because April's focus is in a different area, but also because their bond is stronger than April's with anyone else at school.

She has known him for years. Donnie is her best friend. I can't say that it's fine to her when Dee violates her personal space - her phone, but April can accept Donatello's personality in general.

And he does really have good intentions. Donnie installed this blocker, developed by himself only for one reason: to protect personal space April from fishy apps from nowhere, from being hacked and etc. Don knew her too well, how much she depends on stupid apps that will distract her. He also knew well, that he can't be with her 24/7 to fix problems with April's phone, so Dee put a part of himself to prevent any harm in the future.

And again, "Donnie's gifts"'s vibes. Donatello genuinely cared about April, because he wrote, coded, developed, designed, and dubbed it, turned on the database, and installed it all on April's phone. 'cause, you know, writing programs in general is a bit of a hassle, but writing an antivirus is much more difficult, because viruses are changing, and questionable applications are finding ways to bypass. Do you feel how much effort Dee put in for her?

But Donatello didn't mean to fix April, as he tried to do with his brothers. Purple turtle accepts this girl the way she is, and tries his best to play smoothly with April, by adjusting, not being passive aggressive jerk. It's his outstanding way to show his caring nature, soft side.

Remember, small but meaningful actions.

Maybe, Donnie also can foresee that April may be forced to download some suspicious program, but still, it work: he managed to prevent April being hypnotized, even if couldn't be physically with April at the this moment - Dee was working for Repo Mantis, building dog's paradise for Todd. That's why, by the way, Leo and Raph were dragged into this whole situation. Mayham would teleported literally anyone to help his hostess. Donnie just wasn't at the Lair at the moment.

And on this note, we'll take a break for now. Stay tuned, expect parsing of the series, there's a lot to discuss.

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So I have this idea for the longest time now and I would like to see if you can make something out of it 😂

STORY TIME! Marley has something similar to the witches trial going on and witch!reader runs away to Paradis, joining the scouts and she and levi get all lovey dovey. After a while, they discover that she's from Marley and think that she's betraying them, so they make a pact with Zeke to give her back in exchange to leave Paradis alone. Soon everyone realize that she didn't betrayed them and was about to be burned. Fluffy ending where she's saved or angst 😈

wooooow i'm buYING IT!!!!!! i love witch concept omg, i hope you like it!! <3

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❁ levi x witch!reader

❁ mention of death, witches trial, death by burning, stitching :'), mention of con sex, season 4 and manga minor spoilers.

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You were only five when they burned your neighbor in the public place. It was a cold day, your mother's arm around your shoulders, her gaze searching silently the other witches of your coven. They were looking at their friend, their superior, being licked by flames. But she was totally straight, her eyes fixed on the cardenal. He was smiling.

Now you're running out of Marley. The trials are more and more popular. They judged half of your coven. Your mother told you to leave, to use your power to escape. So, after taking something to eat and a cape, you started running. Running until you saw the ocean. You look at both sides, making sure there’s no one around you, before closing your eyes and concentrate in the sound of your crow, possessing it’s body. You start to fly, searching land to stop at. You look around, a little island can be seen some kilometers away. You’re tired oof running, but you think you can arrive there. You keep flying, more and more tired. You’re near, but you can see tents in the beach. There are tents. And people. Your mind starts to panic. Transforming in front of this people will make you suspect. You look to the little forest near the beach. It seems empty. You fly towards there, really really tired. You start to notice how your body gets heavier. And, faster than you thought, your human body was back, making you fall into the ocean. The water enters on your nose and ears, and makes your dress heavier. You swim, but you’re so tired, and your head hurts because of the impact. You let your body connect with the sea, the waves hugging you.

“Please, take me to that island, mother Ocean.” the salty waves start to rock softly, making you near to the beach little by little. Your eyes start to close, the sweet movement of the sea relaxes you. You’re so tired...

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“It’s a girl, captain.” You hear the voice of a boy near. Also, some people mumbling around. You start to open your eyes, finding a girl pointing you with a gun. The boy who talked, extremely tall, looks at you again. “She’s awake.” There is a lot of people around you. Boys and girls, all dressed in black, are talking about the girl that appeared on the sea.

“Who of you took her out of the ocean?” a deep voice is heard. You stay quiet, the brown-eyed girl keeps pointing her gun at you. A man enters your vision camp. His grey eyes examined you from above. His gaze was serious.

“I did.” a black haired girl talked. “What should we do with her, Captain Levi?”

Levi looks at you, and you keep your eyes on his. His eyebrow raises.

“Should we kill her?” a boy says.

“No! we should interrogate her!” someone says.

“Tsch, shut up you all.” The man keeps looking at you. His sharp features make him look so attractive... “From where do you come?” he asks. You have to think, or use your powers. It’s highly improbable that they count with another witch on their team, so no one is going to notice how you research a close town. You choose a blonde boy. You concentrate in his brain, searching info. Armin. 19 years. Shinganshina district.

"Shiganshina district." you say. Levi looks at you, trying to know if you’re telling the truth. He clicks his tongue. The blonde boy looks to the girl with a scarf, and she looks to a long-haired boy next to her.

“Do you know her?” Levi asks. The three of them shake their heads, but it was easy to change their opinion.

Change people’s memories is not that hard for a witch of your level. Just making your face appear in one of them’s memories.

“Oh, I know her!” the long-haired boy talks now. “I think her family lived behind me.”

Levi looked at him, and then back at you.

“Sorry for you, but you can’t go back to Shinganshina. You’ll have to stay here for a bit.” A person with glasses shows behind him.

“Levi, let me talk to her.” they ask. He helps you to get up, but you still feel the gun pointing at your back. “I’m Hange Zöe, the Commander of the Survey Corps. You’re in our camp, near the coast. Since we don’t have information about you, you’ll be held here. You can choose to be helpful for us, either training with our soldiers to help us, or doing some paperwork or cleaning. I’m sure Levi can help you in any way.” The man keeps being on your side. “Then, what do you choose?” They ask, smiling at you.

“I work as a tailor, so I guess I can help with...”

“Oh, so you can sew wounds!” They say.

I wasn’t going to say that... you think for yourself

“Well, I only sewed clothes, but...”

"We need help with that, so you'll stitch the survey clothes and soldiers!" they say. Levi sighed and then reached your back with his hand.

"I'll show you your dorm."

Since a lot of soldiers where living there, as Levi told you, you got a shared room with a couple girls of the military. Sasha Braus and Mikasa Ackerman where your new roommates. Mikasa is really aware around you, just in case you're a traitor. Sasha, in the other hand, is really close to you, although she was the one pointing you with a gun. The first weeks you stayed there, it went really well: Sasha showed you the camp, presented to you the people and sat with you for eating. You tried to not use your powers that much, just in real emergency cases. All this time, you felt gazes on you, curiosity or hate gazes, but one was more heavy than others: a pair of intense grey eyes. Levi Ackerman had his eyes on you since you arrived here, months ago now, maybe because he's a Captain and has to neutralize every single danger he sees. Maybe that's why you feel him when you eat, run or work. He also goes and sits near to you, doing paperwork while you sew someone's coat.

"You're good. I'm sure your stitches won't leave a scar." he says. You keep sewing the coat, this time is Connie's coat. His gaze totally fixed on the letters he has on his hands. He has been looking for you for half a year now. He also has a strange flirty game on going, he likes to get closer to you and look at your body, but then he acts cold for a while. You sigh.

"I don't think so..."

Unfortunately, you had the opportunity to try on him days later, after an attack. His back needed stitches. So, there he was, half undressed and covered on blood, waiting for you to start bounding him. You started to pass the sew. The sensation of the needle trespassing his skin was horrible, but you tried to make your best. He didn't say a thing, with a piece of cloth in his mouth. You felt his jaw bitting the cloth with strength, trying not to move. You thought his endurance of pain is in levels you didn't know a human could reach.

You could have cured him with magic, but if they know it, they'll probably send you back to Marley, if they don't kill you in the moment. Once you finished, he stayed there, sitting, with some saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth after releasing the cloth. He passed his hand fast, cleaning it.

"Try not to move..."

"I got my skin stitched a hundred times and fought five minutes after." he says. "But thank you."

All the hours he spent by your side, doing paperwork and that stuff, you realized you found him attractive. His voice, his grey eyes, the way he looks at his friends. You want to be looked that way.

No, you want more.

Maybe it was a stupid idea. But you felt so attracted to him, like if his aura was calling yours. Your hand reached his back, the way his muscles tense with the touch. He looked at you from above his shoulder. You traced a little drawing on his skin, a no-sense form down his back. Surprisingly, he didn't ask you what the hell where you doing or moved away.

You wanted to know if he was even just a bit interested in you, but using magic will break totally the moment. So you kept moving your hands on his skin. It was warm, almost hot. He sighed. His hands dropped the shirt he was about to put on, and his muscles started to relax. At the same time, you got closer to him. Maybe he needed to unburden. Maybe he has been there for months, in need of a girl like you to help him. Your hands moved to his shoulders, dangerously near his neck. He raises his head, eyes closed. He's enjoying it, no doubt. His bony hands are now on his legs.

"Captain..." you ask quietly. "Are you feeling good?" he hums in answer. His back is totally relaxed now, and his eyes are still closed. The way he has his head, thrown back, lets you see his adam's apple, another attractive point of him. You wanted to kiss the point of his neck where it connects with his shoulders. His lips, always on a inexpressive facade. You wanted him to be a mess, asking for more. You wanted his bony hands marking your waist and his fingers ruining your hair. "Do you want me to stop?" your voice goes out like a whisper. He breathes in, deeply.

"No." His voice is raspy. He looks at you again, his grey gaze shining with... maybe interest? curiosity? desire? Maybe a mix of those three. "I never got someone to massage me after a battle. It feels nice."

Your heart skips a beat when you hear that. Was it your opportunity to tell him you feel attracted to him?

If it wasn't, you didn't care.

"Well, I could do this to you a hundred times, Captain." Your hand goes up and down his back, being careful with his stitched wound. "I was getting kinda confused, Levi..." you say. His back tenses again, but he lets you continue. "Why do you lend closer to me, but then act cold for days? I never got it." He takes a deep breath again.

"I'm a Captain. I'm in charge of a full squad of humans. Really good but kinda dumb humans." he says. "They're my responsibility and my team. I can't get distracted and lose a single one of them." he says. You nod, understanding.

"Wow, that's..." That's exactly how covens work. In Marley, witches are the worst of the worst. And the Island people, demons. You thought maybe you're not that different, after all. "That's amazing, Levi."

His eyes shot open after hearing that. You weren't telling him his sword abilities are amazing or his control of the ODMS. You were telling him his way, his human being, was amazing. But he called you a distraction. You stand up. But his hand reaches your wrist.

"Oi." he calls you. "Come back here."

"I don't want to distract you, I understand your..." his voice interrupts you.

"You asked why I always act cold with you, right? Because if I didn't have to go and kill those damn titans and marleyans I would had kissed you a while ago." he says. So, after all, he does found you interesting, at least.

Your mum always said that a boy only wants a girl because of sex. That's why she obligated you to wear vanila perfume, one that she made. It shows you the true intentions of the people around you. You concentrate on Levi's aura.

You're not going to lie. Levi's aura is a bright red. He finds you attractive, and now he wants you. But even your aura looks like that.

So, two adults that want each other, what could go wrong?

That's why you kissed him. His lips quickly adapting to your pace, owning the kiss. He catches his breath.

"Are you sure about this?" his voice is even lower, his eyes darker. You nod. He caresses your blushed cheek with his thumb. Minutes later, your dress was mixed with his shirt, as well as your breath was mixed with his.

"Your back..." you told him. He was above you, so attractive. His sharp jaw tensed when your bodies touched.

"My back is fine." he says.

His hand traveled down your waist, your hands tangled on his hair, and his name was just a repetition on your mouth.

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Next morning, Levi is still asleep when you wake up. His handsome face is close to yours, and one of his hands rests in your back. You get up silently, dressing fast. You search your necklace, the one with magic properties.

"Searching this?" he asks. Your necklace is on his hand. "Witch." he adds. He gets up, totally undressed, and takes his pants from the floor. Starts to pull them on.

"N-no, you're..."

"We have been in a lot of missions on Marley." he says. "And all the prints in the streets advertised people about women with this necklace." he gets closer to you, really close. His eyes are fixed on yours. "Did you bewitched me?" You shake your head. Twice.

"I didn't"

"I've heard some witches work for Marley's government as spies." he says, looking at your necklace. "Are you also fucking the Marleyan commander?" he asks. He was being mean. "Lucky you, a man is coming later from Marley. Maybe if I give you to them, they will stop attacking us, hm?"

He was angry. He has his reasons.

He wanted to stop talking when he saw the first tears running down your cheeks. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't. He was angry, thinking you bewitched him.

"You slept with me because you witches need a intimate bond to enter on my brain, right?" you shake your head again. He was so wrong, you never wanted to hurt him.

"Levi, I..." he put your necklace on his pocket. You were weak without it.

"Tell that to Zeke."

Zeke Jaeger.

Was him the same Zeke?

Zeke Jaeger never, never, absolves a witch.

"But he's going to kill me." you cry. Levi keeps getting dressed normally. He doesn't say nothing. How could he be so blind? Your necklace was always there, when he was cursing on your neck because of how good you felt. It was there.

But he found it this morning, when he moved and collided with your body.

Zeke landed on Paradis that afternoon. Levi told Sasha to look up for you, and the girl had his gun pointing at you since you came back from Levi's tent. Sasha and Mikasa didn't believe him.

"But if she is a spy, she should have tried to enter the archives or get information from Hange or Armin."

"And she even cured Levi a couple times!" Mikasa says.

Levi thought about it when you were going back to Marley. The pact is done, but, making rewind, you were never a dangerous person. Even Sasha asked you from where you were and she told Levi you were escaping from Marley! He's feeling bad now. He should had listened to you. And, fuck, he had your necklace. You were so easy to kill now. He knows they were going to judge you tomorrow morning. If they're fast enough...

"Damn!" he yells. Hange, sitting on the desk next to him, gets surprised. Levi goes out of the tent without a word, entering the cantina, where Sasha talks with Niccolo, adoration on his eyes, and Mikasa tells Eren to eat more. He searches the crowded table.

"Jean, Mikasa, Sasha. We're going on a mission."

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Moving on Marley at nights is so easy. The amount of drunk people and drunk guards is huge, so entering the prision is quite easy for Paradis' demons. Guided by Levi and his blades, the other ones enter on the prision were you're kept, your arms and legs bonded to a corner. Levi runs on the corridor, searching your cage. He found you easily: your pretty body snuggled on a corner and your low crying sounds making his heart break.

"Y/N!" Sasha says quietly, but with happiness.

"Sasha?" you ask. You see her ponytail bouncing behind her. And also all the other's figures.

They came. For you.

Even Levi is there.

His gaze is low and he's not looking at you in the eyes, as he usually do. Sasha looks around and tells Jean to look to the other corridor. Mikasa and Levi examinate the door.

"It's closed with magic." you whisper. "A witch that works for Marley did it. That's why there's no place for a key." Levi keeps looking at the ground.

"Isn't your magic strong enough to undo it?"

"They made me enter here without my necklace. They know it has all my power inside. Without it, I'm a human."

Levi reaches his pocket quickly, taking out the blue necklace.

"Oh, Captain you have it!" Mikasa says. Levi nods in silence, putting his arm between the bars. You get up and walk towards him. Your hands are really close, but you'll never be close enough to touch him. He swings the collar towards you and you take it, putting it around your neck once again. You feel how magic runs again on your veins.

"Are we going to see how she makes magic?" Jean says, truly amazed.

"Is she going to shine or transform?" Sasha asks at the same time.

"Now you should be able to open." you say. Jean and Sasha look at the other.

"What? Without thunders or lights?"

"Well, she's bleeding." Mikasa says. It's true that unmaking a curse is more tiring than making one, and the ones made to capture are really strong. That's why your nose is bleeding a bit. Once you're out, Levi takes a tissue for you.

"Thanks" you whisper. He also takes out a letter, written with his elegant handwriting. "For Zeke" it prays.

"No one in this door. We can leave." Jean says.

Outside, Levi takes you from your waist, and elevates the two of you with his ODM.

"Sorry." you both say at the same time. You let put a little laugh. "I should have told you the truth."

"You deserved to be listened." he says. His face is buried on your hair. He has you by his side now.

"Tie?" he laughs a bit.

"Tie"

After this, Zeke found the letter, of course. He was there, at Marley, getting angry because of a girl with a dangerous necklace.

Necklace that is stored in a drawer, while your head rests in the Captain's shoulder, back again at Paradis.

#aot fluff #aot x reader #snk fluff #snk x reader #snk fic #aot fic #aot scenario #aot fanfiction #snk headcanons #aot #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi #levi attack on titan #levi aot #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi x y/n

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years

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So you wanna rant about Fundy?

hello dot thank u for making me able to rely on you for always giving me the floor for fundy brainrot

tw: suicide, self-deprecation, death, nightmares

this is gonna be incoherent bc im about to sleep but here's a bulleted list of shit that's been running rampant in my head:

something about fundy being the only one to sign the las nevadas contract will always make me suspicious of how quackity views fundy. because if fundy's main asset is loyalty, he wouldn't have to worry about fundy being bound by las nevadas rules… unless he suspects that there's a risk of fundy betraying las nevadas which is honestly?? a good possibility

as much as we know wilbur and fundy, there's also like… so much we don't know. we've seen the negatives of their relationship a lot, but i feel like there's a bigger picture we're missing here. more backstory, more pre-l'manbergian revolutionary war stuff that can give more depth to their relationship, you know?

not fundy-centric but fundy-adjacent: GURL WHAT THE FUCK IS THE LAS NEVADAS TIMELINE? like, tommy dies, sam feels guilty, but when do the las nevadas members join? when are all the slime-related lore scenes set? when do the horsemen appear in this timeline? if the horsemen existed pre-las nevadas episode 3, THEN WHO ARE THESE ALLIES OF QUACKITY? *shakes quackity* GIVE ME ANSWERS DUCK MAN

(or maybe i'll rewatch the episodes and try piecing this together myself)

thinking about the “fundy lost a second canon life during doomsday preparations” theory because it makes SENSE. fundy's breakdown felt little sudden, right? well, if he went to the guardian farm and supposedly commit suicide, maybe he did it in a way to test how many people actually would search for him. and when there was none… that's when he gets mad. IT JUST MAKES SENSE AND GIVES MORE DEPTH TO FUNDY'S MOTIVATION OF “doing everything because he has nothing left to lose” YOU KNOW

fundy depends his self-worth on how much he doesn't fuck up a country (he's mentioned how he feels like l'manberg's downfall was his fault), so if… if las nevadas was potentially blown up by wilbur and ranboo, fundy could just. possibly end up worse because he would blame himself

if fundy's memory is genuinely bad, quackity invoking what memories fundy should remember might like. you know, be kind of dangerous because fundy could possibly be a blank slate rn, and all quackity is doing is molding fundy into the guy he wants him to be

BUT ALSO— quackity giving fundy all the time he needs to “find himself” will always be so interesting to me! balances out quackity prioritizing his personal goals AND his genuine care for others. like yes, quackity will take any opportunity he can with fundy—which is why he pushes—but there's something about how quackity still gives him so, so much time to decide on his decision that makes me just. be intrigued by quackity. and las nevadas in general!

haha anyway are we gonna talk about the endstone in fundy's first dream or what

i've also been thinking about schlatt? and the possibility that quackity is making deals with schlatt to do more supernatural deeds? like i feel like fundy's dreams HAVE to be caused by something. somewhat lowkey considering that quackity himself made it into fundy's dreams via schlatt's help, who knows! it'd make sense because if a future fundy was able to contact past fundy, he'd need the ability to, and it feels like this ability is moreso granted to people than just… spontaneous

when fundy and wilbur meet up, i expect it to go like this: wilbur will be genuinely proud of fundy achievement-wise. fundy joined las nevadas, a place that wilbur admires for its competitiveness and how its founded on philosophies he can relate to. fundy, on the other hand, will accept the compliments at first before realizing that wilbur is only appreciating him for what he's done, rather than appreciate him in general. i do think fundy would act more impulsively on this and lash out rather than communicate his actual needs, so then wilbur would part ways with him. i feel like this scenario wouldn't paint a clear victor which would then make both wilbur and fundy fans equally satisfied with it.

fundy deserves more streams paralleling the ocean, ocean wildlife, or any of the like. ik cc!fundy is afraid of the ocean but fundy's character feels so integated with fish symbolisms that i just. need it

so haha tubbo and fundy are both las nevadas workers, and they're both dreamon hunters. not saying dreamon hunters are gonna return, but it adds on to the idea that las nevadas is connected to the supernatural

if fundy died in the guardian farm during doomsday preparations, there's… a small chance that he got killed by slime/surrounded by slime, so do you think… charlie knows what actually happened that day?

speaking of charlie knowing, i do think charlie has the ability to spy on fundy now, which is a juicy bit of lore because it implies that there is a *need* for them to spy on fundy. for there to be a need to spy on fundy, fundy might have to either betray las nevadas, or maybe have a moment where he opens up about his dreams to someone. charlie would then relay this info to quackity

fundy's relationship with schlatt on the wiki is labelled “negative” when i wholeheartedly disagree and think that fundy still genuinely admires schlatt and views him more positively than he does with wilbur sooo

#fundy #dream smp #mcyt #las nevadas #long post #suicide tw #death tw #self-deprecation tw #nightmares tw

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Anon from yesterday back again! About the set-up, a post on twitter explained the theory much better and I gotta look up the name. The gist is that Phoenix could've proved that he was set up. He did not have the time to have a forgery done since he got the job for defending Zak only the day before. Plus the money. Instead, there is no evidence at all he even tried. Why? Because he'd seen the courts' corruption before and decided it didn't matter anymore, plus too dangerous.

(continued) You could even point at his reply to the Judge's words and wonder if Phoenix has nothing to say because he knows it's useless to argue. Hidden powers have already decided that they will attack him and try to drag him down.

okay, okay, hello again anon, good to see you back with another excellent ask.

I always think that there are two ways to look at Phoenix's disbarment:

a) that the problem was straight-up with bringing forged evidence into court, no matter what the circumstances were.

b) that the problem was that Phoenix was assumed to have created the forged evidence and bought it into court intentionally.

Ace Attorney really flips around on which of these is true in universe (it's a plot point to some extent in 1-5, 3-3, 4-1, and 4-4) but considering that Phoenix gets his badge back almost immediately after it's proved that the second wasn't the case, I'm going to assume that presenting forged evidence accidentally is either not an issue or less of an issue. This tends to be the fanon majority stance too. (It's worth noting that Edgeworth is implied to have pulled some strings irt getting Phoenix's badge back. Ymmv and so on.)

With our framework safely in place, the question arises: If Phoenix could have avoided punishment, or at least public shaming, by revealing the set-up, why wouldn't he? As you point out, the forgery doesn't make sense once you start to look into it and we know that Phoenix did put a lot of these pieces together. Hell, he could have made these arguments when Misham testified during the Gramarye trial. But he doesn't. (Warning: this is a more headcanon-y meta than my last one, because the 7yg is... a gap and we have very little concrete info on what the fuck Phoenix was up to. He got a kid, worked on jury trials, played good poker + bad piano, and had some sort of frenemyship with Kristoph. That's pretty much all we've got).

Firstly: Corruption. The AA court system is ridiculously corrupt, and at the point that Phoenix is disbarred, he becomes emblematic of this - he's a man with a history of revealing injustice - notably Von Karma & Gant, but even without them he still won some high profile cases - and once he's disbarred, it's implied that the narrative is flipped, turning him into a figurehead for that which he fought against (dark age of the law, etc). The obvious conclusion is that his disbarment was a convenient way to discredit him - powerful and corrupt figures (and in AA there are many) don't need to fear Phoenix Wright if he isn't a lawyer and his reputation is ruined. The counter argument is that Phoenix... has always done some questionable things with evidence (1-5, 2-4, and 3-3 stand out to me). But no more so than anyone else in this fucked-up universe. Either way, Phoenix has always worked in a system stacked against him, and it's very possible that he suspected there to be manoevering behind the scenes (and there was! We know Kristoph existed and was purposefully working against Phoenix.) HOWEVER, I don't believe that any of this would stop him on it's own, because it's been long established that Phoenix Wright does not give a shit about bad odds.

So, what would make him accept it? Anon, you mention danger in your ask, and I do see that as partially true - Phoenix isn't concerned about danger to himself, but he has a kid to care for. I would say, however, that especially when we come to Kristoph, as much of a bastard as he is, Phoenix had no evidence that he could be violent to the point of murder until 4-1. Before that, his influence was long-distance life ruining, rather than active threat (though long-distance life ruining is pretty scary on its own when you're raising a small child with low funds). I do see that as a cause, but one of many, and this is the point where I'd like to go back to the conversation on motivation.

I am going to make the argument here, as I did in the other answer, that Phoenix, in the 7yg and possibly elsewhere, is depressed, and that one symptom of that is a loss of motivation. It's implied by the game itself, and makes more sense than most of the alternatives.

(I won't get too personal, but the years of my life where I dressed like this... not good years lol)

My headcanon has always been that by the point that Phoenix had sorted out his guardianship of Trucy and got himself out of that initial low that came from having his life ruined, it was too late to fix his disbarment and he had to change tracks, and that's when he became interested in MASON. (Not to self-promote, but I'm realising that a lot of what I've said here is rephrased ideas from The Path Once So Clear, so if you want 15,000-ish words on the subject, it's there). Of course, when talking about Phoenix's 7yg depression, I think it's also important to mention that Phoenix in AA4 is very much implied to be putting on an act (which is pretty common in AA4 in general. Most characters in that game have both a public and private face). Being 'Beanix' - eg. the piano/poker player with no prospects who works in a shitty restaurant and takes nothing seriously - is a convenient cover while he works on the things that he doesn't want to be targeted for (and here we come back to the corruption angle).

As to how far the depression helps that act... well, that could be a whole conversation on its own. Once again, I'm very much coming into headcanon here, but I'm reminded of the phenomenon where someone with depression will deliberately exacerbate it, either as a form of self-harm or as some attempt to fit a role (artists are especially prone, due to the 'depressed artist' stereotype. I see it most in the emo scene). Beanix has always seemed to me as someone who is deliberately messing up his own life - he repeatedly provokes Apollo, essentially sabotaging their relationship, he puts himself into dangerous situations for no real reason (this is a general Phoenix trait), and despite the fact that we KNOW Maya and Edgeworth were supportive of him during this period, we never actually see them around, presumably because he's keeping them at a distance. How much of this is for the act, and how much is real?

Again, we've come very much off topic (whoops) but I see a lot of this as another aspect of Phoenix's low self worth - is there a difference between the image he projects of a man who has given up due to being disbarred, and the real Phoenix who is still actively working behind the scenes but is very obviously not doing well because he can't 'save people' - the thing which so much of his identity relies upon? I think there is, but I also think the image too often becomes the reality, and AA4 does carry this underlying theme of how wearing these masks of a public persona can affect your 'true self'.

As always, I genuinely love to see other people's takes on this, either in the tags, in reblogs, or via asks. This one is very headcanon-y, and I know there some entirely different perspectives out there, some of which I really like. (Also this one got to be heavy. Look after yourselves guys.)

#my post #ace attorney meta #Ace Attorney #Phoenix Wright #depression cw #a big one too #and minor mention of #self harm cw #Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney #replies

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ONE OF US IS LYING & ONE OF US IS NEXT

This review may contain spoilers.

One Of Us is Lying

Rate: 🌟🌟🌟🌟

Cooper's POV

Friday at school I got out of my car the same time Addy got out of her sister's . . . We hadn't gone more than a few steps before we saw Nate strides over to Bronwyn's car and open the door . . . The four of us ended up almost in a line, walking toward the back entrance.

I read this because I don't want to see the Netflix adaptation unless I first read the book itself. This is a pretty good book with a great mystery plot that will make you ponder and pay attention to every detail included in the investigations. I used to be a huge lover of mystery, suspense, and thriller novels because it was my favorite genre when I was a teen, but this book didn't fool me as 'The Silent Patient' did. The plot was so predictable that by halfway through the book, I had made predictions and hunches that turned out to be very accurate in the end.

If you ask me who my favorite of the Bayview Four is, I'd have to say Nate. He's really impressive, and I like his ability to remain composed in the face of overwhelming odds. Bronwyn would come next, not because I felt cheesy with her and Nate. I adore this girl because SHE NEVER LEAVES ANYONE BEHIND; she's the type of girl who will go to any length to prove not just her own, but also the rest of the suspects' innocence. She never accused somebody without making a thorough 'self investigation' into the person.

Overall, I give it a 4 out of 5 because I enjoyed how the characters formed new friendships and, of course, I loved the mini-dramas and romance too.

PS: After reading, I tried to watch the first episode of the Netflix series, and I was disappointed.

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One of Us is Next

Rate: 🌟🌟🌟⭐

I started reading this book as soon as I finished the first one since I don't want to wait any longer and die of curiosity. BUT, I didn't imagine to be very disappointed because it isn't as good as the previous book. If One of Us Is Lying has a predictable plot, this one seems even more so. I enjoy writing about my thoughts in my books, and here's one example of a prediction I've made in this book:

SHT!

Let me just express my thougts about this whole phoebe-revenge-plan-with-darkestmind to kill Brandon Weber. I think it's either Phoebe or Emma.

1. Phoebe hooked up with Brandon so it'll make her look innocent, who can never do anything that'll hurt her boyfriend, 'ex-boyfriend'.

2. Emma, who's acting really weird lately can also be the one who's teaming up with darkestmind. BUT she used her sister's name and info instead of her own to hide her identity

No. 2 is more possible to happen since Emma really had a hard time after losing his father.

Plus, I don't think she lost her phone accidentally; she get rid of it & never talk to darkestmind again.

Emma = Bayview2020

That's why darkestmind is in the hunt for Phoebe.

Despite the fact that I had already expected the twists at the end, I enjoyed the fun parts of this book and the fact that the Bayview Four is still somehow a part of the story even if this book has different characters and a different plot to tell. I would have given it a 3, but I liked that other 'not-too-surprising' twist at the end, so I give it a 3.5 instead.

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🔍For Anyone But Me, Your Private Eye, Chapter 2 - Maybe Someday I’ll Find Me A Suspect That Has No Alibi

Pairing & Characters: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Chapter Rating: Mature Warnings: Detective Noir AU, Mentioned/Referanced murder, Mentioned/Referanced child murder, Implied drug use, Discussion on the sale of illegal drugs, Implied child abuse (non-explicit, it is around a paragraph that implies ot happened), Slapping. Choking

For Anyone But Me, Your Private Eye Masterlist

Notes: Aaaa it's about time I updated this fic. ;-; I apologise for not replying to the comments from last time, I did appreciate them. :) Also I'm currently running a fic give away to celebrate hitting over 100 followers. There's 5 fic prizes up for grabs of varying lengths. Go check out this post for more info <3 (I may as well get in a self promo while I can lol) With that all said, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Somehow in the 5 years since he had last visited Club Netherrealm, it had not changed all that much. Hanzo still got an uneasy feeling when entering the burlesque bar. The smell of nicotine and stale alcohol hit him, music blaring as a woman on a stage sensually shed her clothes for a cheering crowd. He internally hoped that since his last visit the previous staff would have been replaced. No one left to recognise him and alert the club's owner to his presence.

But as he and Kuai approached the bar, one of the bartender's eyes connected with his own. A toothy smile said more than words ever could.

“Well, well, well, Hanzo Hasashi,” Moloch growled in a mocking tone. The name made the other bartender look up as well, a knowing smirk on his face. Fuck they are going to make this difficult aren't they? “Long time no see.”

“Moloch, Drahmin,” Hanzo acknowledged, even if he didn't really want to.

“Quan Chi did not mention expecting you,” Drahmin lazily voiced while wiping down a glass in his hand. Clearly trying to act like he wasn't as interested as he was by the detectives unannounced visitation.

“I'm not here to see Quan Chi,” Hanzo claimed, trying to ignore that Kuai's eyes were also now firmly on him. “I'm looking for a woman called Sareena, do you know where I can find her?”

The two bartenders shared a brief look, before Moloch turned back to Hanzo and asked “Why would you want to talk to her?”

“I believe she may have some information regrading a case I am currently working on,” Hanzo stated. There was no way in hell he was giving any more information than that. “I just wish to ask her a few questions, that's all.”

The pair hesitated for a few seconds, before Moloch eventually nodded to Drahmin. In response, he slipped away. “He will go and find her for you.”

After that, Moloch was called to a customer, and Hanzo was able to breathe easy for a while longer. He turned his attention to Kuai Liang, who was looking at him with his hands on his hips and an eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“I just did not expect you to be a known figure in a place like this,” Kuai said, clearly fishing for more information.

“I used to do some work for the guy who owns this place,” Hanzo explained. After the death of his family, Hanzo had been approached by Quan Chi and offered a fairly steady stream of work coming his way. He had accepted just to have something to keep him busy and his mind off Harumi and Satoshi. He'd stuck with it for about two years, and over that time the jobs slowly got shadier and his discomfort in taking them grew. He always knew that Quan Chi resented him for quitting. “Been about 5 years since I was last here. I didn't exactly leave on the most amicable of terms.”

“Ah, I see.”

Deciding he wanted to change the subject, he added, “I'm surprised your lot don't hang around this place, actually.”

“Some do. But me?” Kuai thoughtfully put his hand under his chin, his eyes following a woman in a corset walking past with a tray of drinks. “Well, I can appreciate the aesthetic, but it's not exactly what I find titillating.”

Hanzo snorted at that. “Well clearly.”

Their attention was drawn back behind the bar as Drahmin returned. “Sareena is waiting for you in that booth over there,” He stated, pointing to a booth mostly blocked off to public viewing.

“Thanks,” Hanzo said with a nod, before he set off towards the booth in question, Kuai Liang at his side. He lent in closer to Kuai and whispered, “Let's try and get through this as quickly as possible, I'd rather not spend more time here than I have to.”

“Understood,” Kuai quietly confirmed.

As they reached the booth they separated slightly and entered. Sat on one of the plush seats was a woman, black hair in a short fluffy bob with a single stripe of white framing her face. She was wearing a fairly typical burlesque outfit, a red and black corset adorned with feathers, panties and stockings. She was pretty, Hanzo had no doubt she was likely one of the more popular performers. When she noticed them entering she stood up.

“Miss Sareena, I assume?” Hanzo questioned, watching as she fiddled with one of her suspenders for a second before finally looking up to him.

“I am Sareena Rose, yes.” She finally stopped fiddling with her outfit and held out a hand to shake Hanzos. “A pleasure to meet you, Detective Hasashi.” Her eyes flicked to Hanzo's side, as if only just realising there was someone else with him. “And you ar-” She cut herself off when she actually looked at Kuai Liang, her mouth staying hung open for a few seconds. It was like she'd seen ghost. He does look like his brother, this would rather confirm she has a connection to him. “Apologies, you... Look like someone I know.”

“Bi-Han, by any chance?” Kuai asked with a dramatic sigh. “Really, we don't look that alike, do we? I always thought I was far more handsome than that.”

“You are Kuai Liang then,” Sareena deduced, looking between the two men with a sudden air of dread. She brought her hand back, curling it into a fist over her chest. “I believe I know why you are here now.”

“Song Bi-Han is the prime suspect in my current investigation, if you have any information on his current whereabouts I would appriciate if you could share it with me.”

Sareena hesitated, “What makes you think I know where he is?” She shifted on her feet, hand grabbing her wrist and twisting slightly. A little too nervous for someone without information I think.

“Bi-Han has mentioned you in conversation more than once,” Kuai Liang offered as an explanation.

Sareenas's eyes widened and she bit her lip. “He... He talks about me?” She tucked a strand of her hair back, an action that made her look like a shy teenager with a crush.

“Once or twice,” Kuai chuckled, tilting his head slightly and observing her. “What exactly is your relationship with my brother?”

“We're friends...” Sareena shuffled on her feet again, “At least, that's what it is from my perspective.”

“But you want more than that, right?” Kuai asked smugly, winking at her and sticking his tongue out ever so slightly. Sareena spluttered, covering her mouth with her hands. Beneath them, Hanzo could see her face turning bright red. It seemed there was truth to Kuai's assessment, Hanzo made a mental note of that in case it came up later.

“Please, Miss Rose,” Hanzo began again, taking pity on her and deciding the poor woman had been embarrassed enough by Kuai. “Even if you do not know where he currently is, if there is anything at all you can think of that might help us with the investigation.”

Sareena stared at him for a few minutes, rubbing her mouth. She finally dropped her hands, very quietly sighing and saying “well-”

A loud cough from behind them cut her off.

Hanzo turned on his heel, suddenly finding himself face to face with an unfortunately very familiar face.

“Hello Detective, long time no see.”

“Hello Quan Chi,” Hanzo hissed, internally cursing. Moloch and Drahmin must have alerted him to Hanzo's presence. I should have known...

He watched as Quan Chi slowly moved around him, walking over to Sareena and placing a hand on her shoulder. She almost immediately looked to the floor, like a child being scolded by her parent. Quan Chi stood partially in front of her, as if to physically block Hanzo from her. Suspicious.

“As delightful as this reunion is,” Quan Chi said in a tone that was simultaneously honey and vinegar, “I do have to request that you stop harassing my staff and leave.”

“It's not harassment,” Hanzo argued, hand balling up into a fist at his side. “I am merely asking Miss Rose questions in regards to my current investigation.”

“Yes, you're trying to find your families murderer are you not? I read the newspaper.” Quan Chi folded his arms, slowly walking up to Hanzo. “But you forget Detective Hasashi, that you are not law enforcement, and have no legal standing.” Quan Chi stopped right in front of him. “You have no right to come in here and make demands. She does not need to speak with you. You have nothing."

Hanzo hated to admit it, but Quan Chi had a point. At the end of the day, he was just a private detective, and no one had any legal obligation to answer his questions. Quan Chi's smug smirk made Hanzo want to punch him. He resisted, no matter how strong the temptation was. Quan Chi's gaze turned to Kuai Liang instead, glancing at the man up and down with a look of distaste.

“As for you,” He started, tilting his head. Despite having never met Kuai, Quan Chi seemed to know exactly who he was. Interesting, it's either the resemblance to Bi-Han tipping him off or he's a lot more familiar with the Lin Kuei than he tries to pretend. “Does your master know one of his bitches is off their lead?”

“Careful, Mr. Quan,” Kuai warned, voice low and dipping his head slightly. There was a darkness in his eyes that Hanzo had so far not seen. “My bites worse than my bark, and I'm not wearing my muzzle.”

Quan Chi's eyes narrowed and he jerked forward to grab Kuai. Not wanting to get into a fist fight at that particular moment, Hanzo stepped out between them, shielding Kuai from Quan Chi's grasp. Quan Chi stepped back at this, levelling Hanzo with a glare, clearly unhappy that he couldn't get his hands on the Lin Kuei.

“One last chance, Detective,” Quan Chi warned, pointing at the two of them. "Leave with your dignity, before I call my bouncers to throw you out."

She knows something, but there's no way in hell we can talk to her with Quan Chi present. I don't doubt Quan Chi knows something too, why else would he be so specificly defensive about us talking to her.

There was, however, always an annoying point where you had to admit defeat, and unfortunately this was the point where Hanzo had to do so. He reached behind him, making sure to grab Kuai's arm. He looked over Quan Chi's shoulder, his eyes connecting with Sareena's. She looked deeply uncomfortable with what had just happened, like she wanted to say something but was too fearful of the consequences. Quan Chi always did like to have his employer’s completely under his thumb, it seemed that poor Sareena no different. She’s afraid of him.

"Thank you for your time Miss Rose." He nodded at her, before turning fully around, dragging Kuai along with him. He pointedly ignored Quan Chi, refusing to give the man even a second more of his time even if it was to only say farewell. A glance towards the bar and he saw Drahim and Moloch mockingly waving good bye. He resisted the urgh to flip them the bird.

He stormed out of the club, pulling Kuai through the door before finally releasing him once it had slammed behind them. Kuai stumbled slightly, but regained his balance quickly. Kuai looked across at him, he was trying to appear unaffected if the way he was brushing off his suit with his hands was anything to go by, but there was a strange glint of guilt in his eyes. Hanzo couldn't understand why, Kuai had done nothing except verbally defend himself.

"I do apologise, I am usually far more composed than that," Kuai replied, deciding he now also needed to straighten his tie.

"No, it's not your fault, he did technically start it," Hanzo muttered, glancing over his shoulder to glare at the club as if that offered any revenge for what just happened.

"He was deeply unpleasant to be around." Hanzo snorted at that, it seemed rich coming from a professional criminal. Then again, if Hanzo was forced to spend the rest of his life locked in a single room, with the choices of Quan Chi and Kuai Liang as his company, he would have chosen the latter a thousand times over.

And it wasn't just because being locked in a room with Kuai would likely result in copious amounts of sex.

"Yes, 5 years later and he truly has not improved in any way," Hanzo commented, as he slowly began to walk towards where his car was parked a small way down the block.

"Men like him don't tend to change," Kuai offered as he almost skipped slightly catching back up to Hanzo. "They fester in their fetid ways surrounding themselves with people who agree to their every whim, never challenged and never a need to ponder the consequences of their actions."

Hanzo paused at that, lifting an eyebrow, "speaking from experience?"

"Oh, honey you have no idea." Kuai did not explain further, but Hanzo could maybe hazard a guess combined with what Kuai had said earlier that things within the Lin Kuei weren't working all that smoothly currently. Part of him wanted to ask, but he highly doubted Kuai would want to discuss the inner politics of the organisation.

They reached Hanzo's car, and he went to unlock the door as Kuai looped around to the passenger seat. As they settled down in their respective seats, Kuai looked over to Hanzo biting his lip.

"So, what now?"

Hanzo wasn't sure. It was far too late at night to go to the White Lotus, and if he was honest he was a little bitter that they really hadn't gotten much out of this trip. He stared at the club in his rearview mirror.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?" Hanzo questioned, watching a couple of greasy looking men walk into the club. From the corner of his eye he saw Kuai twist around to face him, propping his elbow against the dashboard and leaning his head on his hand.

"Not as such no. Why? What did you have in mind Detective?" Kuai's voice was silky smooth, and it was clear what plans he was coming up with.

"Not what you're thinking, get your mind out of the gutter." Despite still looking in the mirror, Hanzo could see Kuai's pout. "Fancy a stakeout?"

Kuai hummed, looking into the mirror himself now, "you mean spending an hour or two in an inclosed space with you?" Hanzo didn't even bothered to to reply, he just hoped that Kuai didn't see the amused smile on his face. "Sounds like a date."

Hanzo adjusted the mirror, before settling down in his seat. "Get comfortable then, we're in for a long night."

Kuai lent back in the car seat. He huffed, they'd been sat for what felt like hours now, though it was likely a lot less time than that. Hanzo had mostly been quiet, intently watching the club for anything he could use as clues. Kuai on the other hand was getting restless. He admittedly didn't get to do a lot of sitting around and doing nothing in the Lin Kuei. This was something he wasn't used to.

"So, are stakeout's usually this boring?" He finally asked, at least a conversation might occupy his mind a little.

"More or less," Hanzo muttered, his eyes firmly on the mirror watching the club from afar. "But patience is a virtue, and there is a lot to be learned from just observing."

"So, what exactly have we learnt from this?" Kuai asked, curious because to him they had just wasted the last few hours. But I suppose he is more used to this than I am. Honestly don't really know what I'm supposed to be looking for.

"The club used to close at 1am, given it is now 2am, it is safe to say opening hours have been extended." Kuai pondered that for a minute, he couldn't think of any reason that would be relevant. "Not to mention several of the men I've seen enter, I recognise as members of the local police force."

Kuai had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making a snide comment about how unsurprised he was that the police were pigs. Otherwise, he tried to not get too familiar with the police, so he would have to take Hanzo's word on that one. Still, it's a strange place for police to be hanging out. Club Netherrealm didn't exactly have the cleanest reputation.

Hanzo reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. As Hanzo lit the cigarette, Kuai lent across to pluck it from his fingers. The detective's head snapped over to him.

"You know there's some belief these things are dangerous for your health right?" Despite that, as Kuai wound the car's window down, he took a drag of it himself. He then proceeded to throw it out the window.

"I'd say being a drug dealer is also dangerous for your health, but it doesn't seem to stop you." Much to Kuai's disappointment, Hanzo simply pulled another cigarette out and lit it as well.

"Well, I've never really been one to follow my own advice," Kuai admitted. The fact Hanzo knew that most of Kuai's work involved the sale of drugs was curious. All that had happened when he'd been followed was an exchange of briefcases. Sure, it was fair to deduce that was what was happening, but really anything could have been in them. "How did you know I deal drugs anyway?"

Hanzo shot him an unimpressed look, muttering with the cigarette in his mouth, "you work for the Lin Kuei."

Kuai reluctantly had to give him that one. Still, the more he thought about it, the more he wondered just how long he'd been on the detective's radar.

"How long exactly were you following me around for, anyway?" He questioned, unsure if he actually really wanted to know the answer.

"About a week."

A week? He expected a few hours. How the fuck did I miss someone following me for a week? It wasn't the longest period of time, but who knew what Hanzo had found out about him in that time. The voice in his head chastising him for letting his guard down sounded suspiciously like Bi-Han.

"You seem surprised," Hanzo noted, breaking Kuai from his thoughts.

"I'm just not sure how I didn't notice sooner." Kuai ran his knuckle along his lips. "What exactly did you find out about me?"

Hanzo looked at him for a second, as if trying to decipher what Kuai Liang was really asking. "I was mostly looking for ways to approach you." Hanzo took his cigarette from his mouth, glancing in the mirror before turning his attention more firmly to Kuai. "I figured out pretty early you have a textbook case of a flight or fight response."

"Excuse me?" Kuai asked, making sure his tone clearly implied his offence to that statement. A textbook case of a flight or fight response? What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"I will use earlier tonight in the ally as an example," Hanzo started. "Your first move upon me confronting you was to run. When you ended up cornered, I'm willing to bet you considered trying to fight me, right up until you saw I had a gun that is." Kuai could feel the way he tensed, unsure how Hanzo knew that. "With no other option, you turned to flirting." Hanzo levelled Kuai with a strange stare. "It's a pattern I noticed. Every confrontation I saw you in, you did the exact same thing."

Kuai wanted to argue against that but... it's true, isn't it? He hated confrontation, even if he often started it when he clapped back at people. His first instinct when faced with danger was to run, to preserve himself, only fighting if he stood a chance of getting out alive. And then flirting. He was still surprised how often buttering people up actually worked. Even he wasn't entirely sure how that kept happening. Hell, it had even somewhat worked on Hanzo himself, given the promise of sex as a reward for good behaviour. And this was a cycle, it happened over and over again.

"Jesus, well, I didn't expect a full fucking psychoanalysis, but thank you for that," Kuai deflected as a joke, trying to cover how unnerved he was by the realisation that this was a pattern and what that could possibly say about him as a person. "I thought you'd just know my favourite drink or something."

"Tea."

Kuai stared at Hanzo for a few minutes before telling him, "you're just showing off now."

Hanzo looked self-satisfied for a second, before finishing off his cigarette and putting it out in the cars ashtray.

"Since we're asking questions, I have one for you," Hanzo announced, taking a brief second to look in the cars mirror again to make sure nothing was happening with the club. "Why do you not carry a weapon with you?"

"I do," Kuai muttered reaching into his pocket and bringing out his trusty switchblade. "See?" He flicked the blade out to try and make the point.

"I meant why don't you carry a gun with you?" Hanzo clarified, looking unnerved with the way Kuai began to twirl the blade between his fingers. "Most of your opponents have firearms with them. You are quite literally bringing a knife to a gunfight."

"I don't like guns," Kuai said with a shrug, watching the blade in his fingers spin. He could never quite place why he disliked guns so much, he just had an uneasy feeling whenever he was around them. Of course when people questioned his dislike they generally didn't accept that as an answer, so he had a couple of generic reasons to stop people prying too much. "They're too loud, and far too messy for my tastes."

"I can guarantee you, stabbing someone with that thing would be equally as messy," Hanzo argued, pointing at the knife as he did. He was still looking at it as if he was expecting Kuai to turn around and stab him at any moment, and in a weird way Kuai found the detective uncertainty somewhat adorable.

"Maybe. But if I stabbed you in the face I'd maybe get a bit of blood on me." Kuai retracted the blade, putting the knife back in his pocket. Hanzo immediately relaxed. "But if I shot you in the face..." Kuai paused, shaping his fingers into the crude shape of a gun and holding the tips to Hanzo's forehead. "I'd get a lot more on me, flesh, bone, brain matter." He mocked firing the gun, while grimacing at the thought of the resulting splatter if it had been in any way real. "Gross."

As he put his hand down, Hanzo was looking at him with an eyebrow raised. "You're extremely prissy for a criminal, you know that, right?"

"I can commit crime and be concerned about my personal hygiene, thank you very much." Suddenly feeling a little self conscious, he gazed at his reflection in the windshield. He reached to smooth some of his hair back. "Going through your trash was bad enough."

"Actually that leads me to another question I had," Hanzo started, reaching into his pocket to get yet another cigarette. Hm, not a good habit to have. He might sell drugs, but Kuai didn’t partake in the consumption in them, his only real vice being the occasional alcoholic beverage. "What exactly were you hoping to find in my trash?"

"I don't know, something that might tell me why you were looking for Bi-Han," Kuai admitted. He was fully aware that in hindsight it was a terrible plan. Then again, if I hadn't we wouldn't be here. Would Hanzo have caught up to him otherwise?

"If he didn't tell you anything, how did you know to come to me? And what did you mean when you said you had a theory."

"When he left, he told me you might approach me at some point, but didn't tell me why, said it was safer for me to not know anything." Kuai laughed under his breath. Yeah, I'm real fucking safe in the fucking mess that is the Lin Kuei with Sektor at the helm. "As for the theory, I found a newspaper hidden under a floorboard of his room. It was the one about your investigation. I kind of... put two and two together." Kuai stared down at his hands in his lap, linking his fingers together and playing with his thumbs. "You really think he did it, don't you?"

There was a moment of silence before Hanzo replied, "you don't believe he did?"

Kuai couldn't reply, eyes remaining on his hands as he tried to ignore the lump growing in his throat. "I don't know." And god did it hurt to admit that. To admit he really did not know if his brother was capable of murdering innocent people in cold blood. "I want to believe he didn't. But I don't know."

He clenched his fists, screwing his eyes shut. No, he didn't want to believe Bi-Han would do this, but even he had to admit this all looked bad.

"I'm not disillusioned, Detective. I know my brother is not a good man," he explained, opening his eyes and finally looking over at Hanzo. His face was passive and unreadable. "Hell I know I'm not a good man. But even so there is honour among thieves, code and lines even we won't cross." He wanted so desperately to see something in Hanzo's face that implied he understood, but there was nothing. "Hurting and killing a child is one I don't want to believe either of us would ever cross."

The scar on his face began to ache. He reached a hand to touch it, almost sure it was trying to split open from the force of memories alone. The memories of a man who was meant to be caring for them standing over him, Kuai's vision blurring and Bi-Han's disembodied voice screaming to leave his brother alone. He wouldn't hurt a child, not after that... Not after that...

A hand fell on top of his, bringing him back from his past. Hanzo finally had some readable emotion on his face, concerned and curious. He looked like he wanted to ask, but was unsure of what the response would be if he did. Kuai blinked, realising there were tears rolling down his cheeks. He pulled away from Hanzo's hand, the detective letting it happen as Kuai scrubbed the tears from his face. He felt stupid for letting himself be so vulnerable in front of someone he barely knew.

"But I know how this all looks," Kuai instead stating, trying to ignore the way Hanzo was looking at him. He wanted answers for what that outburst was, but Kuai was not ready for that conversation yet. Somehow he doubted he ever would be ready for it. He barely talked about it with Bi-Han, let alone a stranger. "Him running away like this... I know how guilty it makes him look. I'm just... so conflicted. He's my only family, the only role model I've ever really had, you have to understand why it's so hard for me to accept this."

He heard Hanzo sigh, "I understand that." Hanzo was now looking away, his hands on the cars steering wheel. "He's your brother, I understand why you wouldn't want to believe him capable of such atrocities. But the truth is, everything I've found points to him. I need to find him if I'm ever to discover the truth of that night."

"Well when we do find him, I'm going to slap him to oblivion," Kuai declared, because holy shit did Bi-Han have some explaining to do. "Beyond oblivion if it turns out he's innocent."

To his surprise Hanzo actually laughed at that. Not an unkind laugh either, a genuine one, like the thought of Kuai smacking his brother was actually amusing to him.

"When it comes to that, I will not stand in your way," Hanzo replied with a smirk.

"Good, I'd hate to have to whack you too, I wouldn't want to ruin such a handsome face," Kuai joked, watching as Hanzo nodded, but if it was in agreement that he was handsome or simply because he was glad Kuai had no intents to hit him was unclear.

Kuai's eyes were drawn to the back of the car. Through the rear windshield he could see groups of people filing out from the club. He reached over to lightly shake Hanzo's shoulder. The elder man hummed, though didn't turn around, it seemed he was still watching from the rearview mirror.

"Looks like the clubs finally closing," Hanzo stated, Kuai could hear him stubbing out the remains of his cigarette.

The crowds dispersed, the lights went out in the club and minutes later the staff began to pile out as well. The two bartenders first, then a couple of the girls Kuai had seen performing. When Sareena stepped out, Kuai fought the urge to duck down. She was accompanied by two other women, and the three of them began to walk towards where Hanzo and Kuai were parked.

"I didn't see Mr. Quan leave, did you?" Kuai asked, the sudden stillness of the club was almost eerie.

"He used to live in a flat above the club, so I'd chance a guess he still does," Hanzo commented as Kuai finally turned back in his seat. Sareena and the two other women were fast approaching and he hoped to god they didn't notice them. "Which frustratingly means we should avoid here as much as possible."

Sareena passed by and Kuai lent back as far as the car seat would allow in his effort to hide. She walked on completely oblivious.

"We could follow her and find out where she lives and try confront her there but..." Hanzo paused, watching as the three women began to disappear around the corner. "But I genuinely can't think up a situation where two men follow a woman home in the dead of night and come out looking like the good guys."

Kuai snorted at that, sitting up when he was sure Sareena was gone and could no longer potentially see them. "Not to mention you are god awful at following people in your car." Hanzo gave a frustrated huff but said no more on that topic. "So, where do we go from here?"

"Well, the White Lotus won't open until the morning, so my personal plan is to head back to my office and get some sleep."

"Ooh," Kuai purred, reaching over to place his hand on Hanzo's thigh. "Maybe I could join you? I know I'd sleep better with some company."

Hanzo turned the engine on his car, shifting it into gear and pulling out into the street. Barely glancing at Kuai, he casually stated "you can sleep on the couch."

Kuai just pouted, "you're so mean Detective."

As they got out of the car, Hanzo stared up at the shiny state of the art building in front of them. It was petty to be jealous of a building but he wished his business was important enough to be situated somewhere so fancy. Kuai didn't seem anywhere near as impressed, but given the Lin Kuei operated out of a fucking mansion, of all things, he guessed this place wasn't anywhere near as extravagant as that.

"Hopefully, we won't be kicked out this time," Hanzo stated optimistically. He had confidence, with this being a respectable business, that Mr. Narukami would be far more willing to talk to them. "Leave most of the talking to me, alright?"

"Fair enough," Kuai commented with a grin, clearly a little too happy about being given an order.

Hanzo shook his head as they both approached the front doors to the building. Inside was a rather spacious reception area. A man was sat behind the desk, his hair pulled back into a long braid. Once close enough Hanzo noticed he had the name "Lao" printed on his name badge.

The man looked up from his paper work and offered them both a smile, "hello, welcome to White Lotus. How may I help you?"

"I was hoping I could speak with Raiden Narukami," Hanzo told him, taking the chance to glance around. He knew that the White Lotus was an electricity provider, but as he observed the posters advertising their service he realised how weird a place this was for Bi-Han to have connections to.

"Do you have an appointment?" Lao asked, looking through a diary to make sure he hadn't missed something.

"No. My name is Hanzo Hasashi, I'm a private detective," he explained. "I believe Mr. Narukami was in recent contact with a suspect I am looking for and I was hoping to ask a few questions."

Lao's brow knitted together, he looked like he was trying to recall something. Suddenly he snapped his fingers, "oh! Hasashi! You're the guy who was in the newspaper!"

"That is me," Hanzo confirmed, a small smile. He was hopeful that this knowledge would make it easier to get an audience with Raiden. "If there is any chance I can speak with Mr. Narukami I would greatly appreciate it."

"Let me just ring upstairs and see if he's busy," Lao offered, picking up the phone and hitting a few buttons.

Hanzo turned his attention to Kuai, who was looking around with a puzzled expression on his face, one hand on his hip while the other gripped his bicep.

Hanzo lent in and barely whispered, "any idea why your brother would be working with an electricity company?"

"Absolutely none," Kuai stated, rubbing his arm and tapping his foot. "Electricity isn't really the Lin Kuei's forte."

"Detective Hasashi," Lao called, regaining both men's attention. "Mr. Narukami will see you shortly, he'll be sending down his assistant Liu Kang to collect you both."

"I appreciate your help," Hanzo replied back. Lao smiled at them both again before returning to his paperwork. Hanzo turned to Kuai Liang, "this is promising."

"Let's just hope he has something to tell us." Kuai glanced around the room, eyeing everything with an air of suspicion. "I mean, this place seems pretty respectable."

Hanzo hummed at that. Just because a place seemed respectable didn’t mean it was. He'd found that more times than most people would be comfortable with during his time as a detective. The places that seemed the cleanest on the surface were often the ones filled with the most corruption.

His attention was drawn to a door where a man came out. He smiled at them as he walked over, holding out his hand.

"Detective Hasashi?" He asked, and Hanzo hummed in confirmation. "Liu Kang, it's nice to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise," Hanzo replied, meeting Liu's hand to shake. Once done, he gestured at Kuai beside him, "this is Song Kuai Liang, he is assisting me with my current investigation."

Liu's face dropped at Kuai's name. This is starting to become a trend. Once again, it made it plainly obvious that the man in front of them was familiar with Bi-Han. Liu straightened up, now clearly uncomfortable and trying to avoid looking at Kuai.

"Well, anyway, if you'd both like to follow me," Liu said, completely ignoring whatever issue he had with Kuai's presence. Hanzo shared a brief look with Kuai, as if to wonder what that was all about, before both of them began to follow Liu.

He led them through a few corridors and up a few flights of stairs, before leading them down yet another set of corridors. Hanzo was about to question where the fuck they were going when they finally come to a door with the words "Company Director; Raiden Narukami" written on it.

Liu opened the door for them, inviting them into the spacious office within. A man with white hair was sat at a desk, but he stood up the second he saw Hanzo and Kuai walk in.

"Detective Hasashi?" The man questioned, and once again Hanzo gave an affirmative hum. "I am Raiden Narukami, director of White Lotus, and your friend is-" Raiden paused as he stared at Kuai, blinking in confusion. Well having Kuai with me is definitely helping confirm who knows Bi-Han and who doesn't. "You must be Bi-Han's brother."

"Song Kuai Liang," he introduced in return, "and given you are the second person to realise that upon just looking at me I'm starting to think I need to change my appearance."

Hanzo snorted, he was starting to think Kuai had a chip on his shoulder regarding being compared to Bi-Han. That could wait however, for now, he needed to concentrate on Raiden.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me on short notice, Mr Narukami, I was hoping to ask you a few questions regarding your ties to Song Bi-Han," he explained following Raiden further into the office as the man sat down at his desk. Hanzo couldn't help but notice Liu was hovering in the room as well. "He is currently the prime suspect in my investigation. Unfortunately he has absconded and, as of right now, I am trying to track him down."

"I am curious what makes you think I have ties to him beyond mere acquaintances?" Raiden asked, tidying some papers on his desk. Maybe I was wrong about him being forth coming. He wanted to point out Raiden immediately realising who Kuai was did rather imply familiarity but it also didn't really suggest a deeper link than that.

"My brother mentioned doing some work for you," Kuai interjected, rubbing the back of his neck. "He didn't divulge more than that."

Raiden slowly nodded, whispering "i see." He finished what he was doing on his desk, and sighed. "Yes, I did hire him to do a task for me."

"What exactly did that entail?" Hanzo asked, glad that at least he'd gotten some form of confession out of him.

"I fail to see how this is relevant to your investigation," Raiden stated.

"I am just trying to gather a picture of what Bi-Han's last movements were before his disappearance," Hanzo tried to explain. I swear to God one day I'd like to find someone who just co-operates fully without prompting. He supposed in a way Kuai had, at least after being cuffed to a radiator. "It might help give me some clues to his current whereabouts."

Raiden's mouth was tight, fists clenched ever so slightly and back rigid, as he grumbled "I do not think this information will help you. I merely asked him to retrieve something for me."

Hanzo rubbed his temples, this was starting to become like trying to get blood from a stone. Next to him, Kuai lent against the desk, brows drawn together and lips pursed slightly.

"You know the more you try to dodge the question, the more he's going to suspect that what you had Bi-Han do wasn't exactly law abiding," Kuai flatly said, gesturing toward's Hanzo as he spoke. He then held his hand up, acting like he was inspecting his nails. "I mean personally, I don't have room to speak in that respect, but you probably have a better public reputation to worry about than I do."

Raiden stared at Kuai, like he was considering what he had just said. He shook his head, apparently deciding what Kuai said was true as he finally professed "I had a personal artefact stolen from me, I hired Bi-Han to steal it back."

"Why wouldn't you go to the police?" Hanzo immediately questioned, but made mental note to praise Kuai later for managing break down Raiden's cryptic walls.

"I did. They refused to help me," Raiden admitted. "So I was driven to more desperate measures."

I know how that feels.

Instead of saying that however he questioned "But... You're a respected business man, why wouldn't the police help you?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "And out of anyone, why would you work with a criminal?"

Raiden's eyes flicked over to Kuai for a minute, before returning to Hanzo. "Why would you?"

Hanzo felt himself falter, he hadn't expected to be called out like that. He looked over to where Kuai was still leaning against the desk, hoping the criminal in question would offer some form of support.

Instead, Kuai just shrugged at him and claimed, "He's got you there."

"Okay, well, who stole this item?" Hanzo chose to move on, because really it was likely that the answer was the same for both of them. They had no other choice. "Was that a factor that made the police reluctant to pursue?"

"I believe so," Raiden replied. "Are you familiar with Club Netherrealm?"

Hanzo closed his eyes a grit his teeth, of fucking course. "Unfortunately, yes." He reopened his eyes, taking in the curious look Raiden was giving him. "Was Quan Chi involved, by any chance?"

Raiden gave a small smile that answered the question. Well, at least now we have another link betwen Bi-Han and Club Netherrealm. Hanzo glanced at Kuai, who was now standing straight, hands once again on his hips and a deep frown on his face. Clearly he was also pondering this connection too.

"What exactly was this personal item he stole from you?" Hanzo turned his attention back to Raiden.

Raiden sighed and stood up from where he was sitting, walking over to a safe nestled against the wall. Quickly clicking the combination in, the door swung open as he pulled out a small box. He walked back to Hanzo, the box in his hands and he clicked it open when he was close enough. Inside, nestled in a bedding of velvet, was a golden broach in an intricate pattern with a green gem, likely an emerald, in the middle.

"It may not look like much, Detective, but this broach is worth more money than most people will ever possess in their lifetime," Raiden explained, as Hanzo stared at the item in question. He had to admit it was a very beautiful piece of jewellery, but he couldn't see why it would be worth so much. He would have to take Raiden's word on that.

"So, Quan Chi stole this because of the money it was worth?" Hanzo asked as Raiden closed the box and went to return it to the safe. Quan Chi had never particularly seemed to be influenced by the pursuit of money. He had always appeared far more interested in holding power over others.

Then again, money is power, as they say. Maybe Quan Chi finally realised that?

"I suspect so," Raiden replied, safely returning the broach to it's resting place. "But unfortunately that is all I can tell you. Bi-Han returned it to me and we parted ways. Where he currently is, I do not know."

"Well, regardless, thank you. Your information has been far more useful than you believed it would be." And that was no lie. Another connection to Club Netherrealm and Quan Chi. He was thankful that they had managed to gain Raiden's co-operation. "Ah, and, do not worry in regards to the legal aspects of what you've told me. Given my current assistant I have no room to judge you."

He heard Kuai giggle somewhere behind him.

"I appreciate that," Raiden admitted, sounding genuinely thankful for such a small mercy. "If I can do anything else to assist, please let me know."

"I will, thank you."

"Liu Kang, could you show these gentlemen out?" Raiden requested, gesturing toward the door. Hanzo hated to admit but he'd almost forgotten the other man was here he'd been so silent.

Still with a last nod of reassurance, Hanzo and Kuai followed Liu back into the corridors. As they walked Hanzo considered what they'd learnt from this. Most important, was how everything quite conveniently linked back to Quan Chi. Second was Bi-Han taking a job unrelated to the Lin Kuei. Third, something about that broach was eating at Hanzo but he couldn't place why. He just had a strange feeling he had seen it before. Forth, the police refused to help Raiden. Why? He thought back to the earlier hours of that morning, seeing so many people he recognised from the police force entering Club Netherrealm. There was a link there, he was sure of it. Was Quan Chi pulling some strings with them?

He suddenly realised he was back in the reception, turning to look at Liu Kang one last time.

"Good luck with your investigation, Detective Hasashi," Liu wished with an awkward bow.

"Thank you, take care," Hanzo returned, before making his way to the door, Kuai walking in time with him.

Outside he went to face Kuai, who had turned back to stare up at the building.

"So... It seems Quan Chi has been busy, hm?" Kuai commented, biting his lip.

"Yes, curious how that looped back around, isn't it?" Hanzo agreed, before making his way back to his car. He noticed Kuai stumbling to catch up to him. I possibly need to stop walking off from him without warning.

As they took their seats in the car Hanzo remembered something important he needed to say.

"Oh, by the way," he began as he turned the key and started the engine, "good job getting him talking. You did well." He got no reply as he pulled out into the road. He took a quick peek at Kuai, not wanting to take his eyes off the surrounding traffic for too long, finding Kuai was just staring at him with bright red flush over his face. What is that about? "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh. Yes. Sorry." Kuai very quickly and awkwardly looked away. He tucked a few strands of hair behind his ears. "I'm not used to being complimented outside of how good I fuck."

Hanzo couldn't help feel a sad at that statement. He is a man with much sorrow, and refuses to acknowledge it. He knew however if he were to say anything it would be interpreted as pity, and pity was the last thing a man like Kuai Liang wanted.

"Well, I haven't had chance to sample that yet," Hanzo commented instead, feeling relief when Kuai chuckled and didn't take offence to the statement. "But really. If things were different, you would make a good detective."

"If things were different," Kuai echoed, melancholy laced his voice. "I think I'm too far gone for that now."

"It's never too late to make a better life for yourself," Hanzo advised. He once again didn't get a reply. Maybe once day, he might convince Kuai of this truth, but he knew when to back down from a battle. "Anyway, I think it wouldn't be wise for me to dump you on the Lin Kuei's doorstep. I'll drop you about a block away and then you can make your way back to my office when you're done. While you are dealing with Sektor, I'll put together what we've learnt so far."

"Sounds like a plan," Kuai claimed, far more casual this time, clearly grateful for the conversation moving on. "I don't know how much I'll get out of him, he's not exactly... uh... the most agreeable of people."

"If you can get anything at all it will help," Hanzo claimed, remembering Kuai's previous statements that implied the poor state of the Lin Kuei. Clearly Kuai didn't think a lot of Sektor. Why does he stay with them then? Does he really believe he can never be anything else?

He didn't ask. He was sure if any of it was relevant to the case, Kuai would have mentioned it by now.

Kuai had managed to slip by his fellow Lin Kuei members without anyone questioning where he'd been. That or he really was so insignificant that no one noticed he was gone. Somehow that wasn't as depressing a thought as it should have been.

Still he managed to make it all the way to Sektor's office without any awkward conversations. He lifted his hand to knock on the door when he realised he could hear shouting on the other side. He pushed his ear to the door to try and listen in.

"-nok's currency is lies. As is yours." Kuai frowned, he couldn't hear any other voice but Sektor's. He must be on the phone then. "The letter, not the spirit. You are owed nothing!"

He heard a loud slam, then seconds later a crashing sound. Clearly Sektor was tearing his office apart. Kuai almost reconsidered what he was doing, but decided the sooner he got through this, the sooner he could get the hell out of here. He carefully knocked on the door, only opening it when he heard a call of "come in."

"Hey, Boss, everything alright in here? I heard banging," he tried to say casually, with a hint of concern. He looked around, most of the things that should have been on Sektors desk were scattered around the room. Sektor himself was standing, arms braced against the desk as he glowered at Kuai Liang.

"Everything is fine," Sektor replied through a clenched jaw. Clearly, everything wasn't fine.

"If this is fine, then we have very different definitions of that word, Sir." Kuai chanced closing the door behind him, looking around at the chaos of the room.

"Just a client messing me around, nothing you need to worry about," Sektor said with a frustrated sigh.

"Again?" Kuai questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Sektor with a tilted head. "That seems to be happening a lot lately."

Sektor just scowled at him. It was no secret that Sektor didn't like to admit his shortcomings, but he hated more for them to be pointed out. The Lin Kuei were loosing clients faster than they were gaining them. This was almost entirely due to Sektor. Not that he wanted to acknowledge that fact.

"Did you actually need something, Kuai Liang, or are you just here to try and piss me off further?" Sektor growled, pushing himself from the desk and sitting down. Kuai took the opportunity to go and settle in the chair on the opposite side.

"You know it's been a month since Bi-Han left, right?" He asked. Sektor's eyes narrowed and parted his lips ever so slightly to show his teeth. "I don't know where he's gone and I want to find him."

"Why would you?" Sektor questioned defensively. Why has everyone with information acted like this so far? It didn't make sense to Kuai, if anything, it just made the party in question look more guilty.

"Because he's my brother and I'm worried about him?" Kuai replied in a tone that made it clear the answer was extremely fucking obvious. "Look, I'll get to the point. I know he had an argument with you before he took off. Was it about anything that might be relevant?"

Kuai bit his lip, knowing fully that he was playing with fire right now. Especially bringing up these questions off the back of a argumentative phone call. Sektor was staring at him with a strangely tranquil fury.

"I doubt it," Sektor finally spat out. "I barely remember the argument in question."

"But you remember you had one?" Kuai prompted, hoping by subtly forcing the man to think about it he might let something slip by.

"Yes." Sektor exhaled sharply, "I do not know what you think you are doing by trying to interrogate me like this, but whatever it is I would advise against it."

"I'm trying to find my brother," Kuai said, attempting to keep his voice calm. He was fighting the urge to be sarcastic or too forceful. "All I want from you is any information that might help me with that task." Was he really asking that much? Maybe not to the average person, but Sektor wasn't an average person. "You can't deny it's weird as fuck that he vanished after you had an argument with him."

"Are you accusing me of something Kuai Liang?" Sektor hissed, his nails digging into the wood of his desk. Kuai had never noticed how many grooves there were. How often did Sektor get so angered that he'd slowly worn away at his own desk?

"I never said anything like that," Kuai muttered, swallowing hard. "I just said-"

"That it was strange that he disappeared after a disagreement with me." Sektor released his grip on the desk. "Which implies you think I had something to do with it."

"That isn't what I was implying." Kuai shook his head, gripping the seat he was on like he was unsteady and needed to ground himself in some way. He refused to back down however, even if doing so made him feel like he was experiencing vertigo. "But with you getting all huffy like this, I'm starting to think you did do something."

"Listen here." Sektor lent across the desk, the sound of his fingernails clawing at the wood and splintering it made Kuai shudder slightly. "If I had anything to do with his disappearance, I can garuntee you would know about it." Sektor slammed a hand against the desk, Kuai jumping at the sudden noise. "Because if I did, I would have buried you alive with only Bi-Han's rotting corpse as company."

He had already long known Sektor didn't like him. The man was terrible at hiding his contempt for others. Even so, the threat really dug under his skin, his feelings of paranoia increased. Anytime he'd sleep here now, it'd be with one eye open. I wonder if Detective Hasashi will let me crash on his couch again, at least until we find Bi-Han.

"You are just lucky your brother is so vital to my operations," Sektor finally huffed, sitting back down and trying to regain some form of composure. It was completely betrayed by the fire in his eyes. "Keeping you alive ensures he will eventually return."

"If you really want him to return and to get me out of your hair, you'd help me find him," Kuai chanced, he tried not to flinch when Sektor lifted his hand. He knew he failed from the way Sektor seemed to revel in Kuai's apparent fear of him.

"I do not know where he is, and he will return when he is ready, I'm sure," Sektor said with a smirk, finally putting his hand down.

"I can't accept that," Kuai whispered, and immediately the amusement Sektor had been displaying disappeared. Maybe it wasn't wise to provoke someone with such volatile emotions but Kuai was tired of no one standing up and questioning his methods. I am making a stand. "I will find him, with or without your help. And if I find out you had anything to do with it-"

"You'll do what Kuai Liang?" Sektor's tone was mocking, but his fists were clenched. "Stab me with that measly blade you call a weapon? With your phobia of guns? Please." Sektor was leaning across the desk now, trying to get in Kuai Liang's face. "And as much as I'm sure you'd like to try, you definitely can't fuck me to death."

I could if I bit your cock clean off you bastard. Kuai bit his tongue, trying to resist the urge to just deck Sektor in the face.

"You know what I think," Sektor softly said. He reached his hand and cupped Kuai's cheek, trailing his thumb along the scar on his face. Kuai had to gulp back the bile in his throat. "I think Bi-Han left because he finally grew tired of having to play babysitter to his brat of a little brother."

"Or maybe he got tired of taking orders from the megalomaniac running this place into the ground." He didn't mean that to come out, but even as Sektor's face warped and the mans fingernails dug into his cheek, Kuai didn't regret what he'd just said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sektor was shaking with rage now, one second away from completely snapping. The vindictive need to finally speak his mind was stronger than the fear of what Sektor could do to him. He leaned forward, bridging the remaining gap between them.

"It means this place is Pompeii," he hissed between his teeth, determined to maintain eye contact the entire time, "and you are the fucking volcano."

He found his head suddenly slam to one side with a loud smack, Sektor's palm hitting him with such force it almost sent him tumbling to the floor. As Kuai turned to look at Sektor he found the man diving at him over the desk. The chair fell backwards, Kuai only just stopping his head from hitting the floor. Hands wrapped around his throat, thumbs pressing into the centre and cutting off his airway. He grasped Sektor's wrists trying to pry the hands off him as the man loomed over him.

He gasped desperately, scratching at Sektor's hands. His vision blurred. This was it, wasn't it? He was going to die here. He could only hope Sektor would actually bury his body, even if it was in a shallow grave, and not just leave him in a ditch to rot.

Suddenly the hands were off his throat, and he greedily took in as much air as he possibly could. His vision focused again, just as he felt a hand tangle in his hair and another grab and tug at his tie. He groaned, reaching to try and push at Sektor's chest.

"You are fucking lucky I need you alive right now," Sektor snarled, as Kuai thrashed under him. "But know this Kuai Liang, the next time you dare step out of line or question my authority, I will torture you until you are begging me for death."

Sektor released his grip of Kuai, pulling away and getting off him. Kuai pushed himself to his side, lightly grasping his neck, he could already feel it starting to bruise, as well as the sharp stinging in both his cheek and scalp. He looked up at Sektor, who's face was now impassive to a creepy degree. Kuai's breathing hitched slightly, he'd never seen the man so devoid of emotion.

"Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of my office, before I give you something to cry about."

Kuai blinked, reaching for his face to find it wet with tears. When did I start crying? Still, having been near death once today, he didn't particularly fancy his chances tempting fate a second time. He pushed himself to his feet, keeping his head low.

"Yes Boss," he whispered, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

As he opened it, Sektor called out behind him, "oh, Kuai Liang." Kuai hesitantly looked over his shoulder. "I do hope your brother returns soon."

Kuai had no words to say to that. Just exited the room, slamming the door behind him. He all but collapsed against the wall, his legs practically giving out. He rested his forehead against it, cursing his impulsive need to question authority. Someone has to make a stand... someone has to...

He tried to ignore the nagging in his mind that told him that his rebellion had been met with resounding failure.

He pushed that to the back of his mind. I'd better get back to Hanzo.

Convinced he wasn't about to fall again, he straightened himself up and made a beeline towards the exit. He just hoped what little Sektor had said might hide some clues for his detective.

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The Devil wears Armani | chapter 12

A/n: I'm really sorry for the long hiatus of this au 😭. Finally got some spark about this update and I hope you guys enjoy it. Btw, guess who finally meet Raven? 😆😆

Raven finally reached her home after outing and small reunion with Karen. She remove her heels awkwardly as she yawned. It was a long night.

She tell Karen everything about what happen between her and Damian and of course minus the intimacy in his office.

-flash back-

Karen land her chin on her palm propped on the table as she listen to Raven's story. "You know, this is an interesting story though but did he knew about Melchior?"

Raven narrowed her eyes. " Why would I mention that jerk? Besides me and Damian still haven't declare about our relationship, I mean, he does flirt me back. Not to mention we did kiss..." Raven stop at the kissing part.

"Men can be complicated sometimes." She sighed as she take a bite from the cake she ordered.

"Couldn't agree more since I'm about to marry one." Karen wiggle her fingers that had betrothed ring on it.

Both designer and ex model giggled.

"I...I just hope Damian is serious about it. I'm quite invested my feeling for him." Raven chewed her lips.

"I hope so, Rachel. I hope he does." Karen smiled.

- end flashback-

Raven sighed on her bed after she change her clothes into night gown. "Gotta get some sleep because I'm going to meet him tomorrow. Should I ask again about us?"

Raven's mind wander about the golden question, her eyes start to droop as the cold night beckons her to the land of morpheus.

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Damian watched the E! Entertainment as he tidy up his studio to catch up any news on fashion industry then the anchorman, Josh Dirkmann said about a known designer from Europe came to town known as Melchior Draco.

"Melchior?" Damian arched his brows. Another designer in town? Maybe there's an event? And as soon as the reporter had some short interview with the silver hair gentlemen with black suit.

"So what makes you come to Gotham?" The reporter pointed the mic towards the designer.

"Well, a big company invited me to launched both of our collaboration and they said Gotham fit the aesthetic." He answered as he tug his silver hair behind his ears which earn a sneer from Damian as he watch the interview.

"Do you know Raven the designer?"

" Oh, yes. We did compete each other in Paris Fashion Show. She won first while I won second. It was a tough decision for the judges. Just so you know, between you and me, we kinda close during that time." Melchior slip out some interesting info towards the reporter.

The reporter almost gasped and demand for more answer but Melchior quickly waved away and walked towards the hotel lobby.

Damian quickly grab the remote control and closed the show.

" What do you mean close each other?" Both of his eyebrows knitted together. He closed his eyes and throw the remote at the couch. "It doesn't matter."

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Raven now in mess. The phone call came in nonstop just because of a statement when Melchior mention that both of them were close and the paparazzi possible sniffing out a scandal.

She sighed and landed her head on her desk. A hard knocking landed on her door makes her jolted. " Come in." As she turn her head towards the door.

Mona came in a hurry with an apologetic face. " Miss Rachel, I forgot to inform you that there will be a journalist came for your gala interview today. I'm really really sorry." Mona bow her head.

Raven stare blankly at Mona while her internal having conflict. 'First it's was Melchior statement and now interview? What...what should I do?'

Her palm start to sweat but quickly she fist up her hand. " When will be the journalist comes?"

The assistant girl check through her tablet. " In two hours."

"Who from where?"

"Jonathan Kent from Daily Planet, ma'am."

"Oh?" The same journalist who interview her winning success in fashion show. " Well, make sure escort him to my office and prepare our boarding room. Easier to execute it in there." Raven gives a stern order.

Mona nodded her head vigorously then quickly exit her room.

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She straighten her back as she heard a knock. She breath in. "Come in."

"Ms. Rachel!"

"Mona."

"A journalist came to meet you for Wayne's Gala interview." She gesture her hands towards a young man with curly hair and those prominent square glasses. "Mr. Jonathan Kent."

"Ah, Jonathan. Hi! It's been a while." Raven stretch her hand towards him.

Jon adjust his specs then handshake with her. "Thank you for letting me interview again , Ms. Roth." His face display his friendliness towards her.

Mona bowed her heads and quickly went out of her office. "How about we bring this interview to boarding room? More comfy?" Raven suggest about changing place.

"Yeah, you're right." Jon nodded.

Raven stood up and escort Jon to the meeting room for more proper place to interview.

She open the light switch and pull out a chair. " You can sit here."

"Ah, right, thank you." Jon smiled sheepishly as he pull the leather chair and sit, opposite with the owner of AMZ company.

" So, how long does this interview lasting?" Raven asked him as soon as she's in her seat and lean on the table with both of her hands propped on her chin.

"Well, not long, more or less 10 minutes." The journalist smile sheepishly. "Anyway..." He pull out his notebook, voice recording and a pen."Let us start with, how long you know Damian Wayne?"

"Well...since I was freshly involved in this industry, Mr Wayne offered me to promote myself at Gala." Raven calmly answer as she tried to cover Damian from being involve with fashion drawing class back in those days.

Jon then stopped the voice recording which made her jolted then adjust his specs. "You are the one who have the same class with him right?"

Raven almost gasped but she quickly act nonchalant as she tried to deny it . "Are you try to dig something from me, Mr Kent?"

"Ah, yes. Such as wanted to know more about Dami's secret girl." He smiled.

Dami? Her eyebrow arched as she heard the name. Why in the world he would address Damian that way? "You must be mistaking. We were only in term of business."

"Seriously? I thought you guys were serious." He's moping. "He did ask me about how to flirt a girl too. Man, he's really an emotional constipated." He laughed. "Besides, Dami said he haven't meet her in 3 years after he's graduated."

Raven with her eyes wide as she heard it from him. "HOW DID YOU KNOW ALL THAT?!" She quickly rised from the desk.

Jon jolted as he seen her reaction. " Ah, I guess that's why he keep a secret about his girl." Sweat drop start to rolled down on his forehead. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. Let me introduce myself again."

Jon straighten his back and stretch his hand. "Hi, I'm Jonathan Kent. Dami' s childhood friend and school mate, same goes with roommate at uni and currently, a journalist." He smiled.

Raven tried to process all the information at once and it takes a few moment. "So, you are Damian's close friend?" She point out with as she narrowed her eyes.

"That's right!" Jon's smile getting wider.

"Ah, hello." She slowly put her hands on him which Jon grab it and makes a several shake as he excited to met her.

"It's really pleasure to meet you by the way! For sure if Maya and Colin knew about you they will be screaming or teasing him saying Dami has finally grown up!" He laughed.

Raven sit on her chair with unsure feeling. First the confession, then his childhood friend meet her, and then what? A wedding? She press her lips into a thin line.

"You know, Dami is not that kind of guy when it comes to women. He always thought they were hyenas." Jon chuckled.

"Hyenas?" Raven puzzled. "What's with hyenas?"

"Ever since he lives in Gotham, he always seen his father been in and out with other women who prey for money. Still, poor him having lack of parent's love." Jon sighed.

That explain why he's being hard on anyone. Raven attentively listen to Jon's story. "You know, he has pets like a zoo at his house. From cow to snakes. I remember when I came, This Alfred the cat always sulking and threaten to scratch me."

"An animal lover? That much?" Both of Raven's eyebrow jumpy as she heard it. She could imagine if Damian standing on the field, as birds will land on him, it either makes him look like Disney princess or a scarecrow.

"Most of them are animal rescue." Jon nodded.

"I see..." Then Raven suddenly remember something. "How did Damian took fashion drawing class by the way?"

"Actually we suggested to him. I mean seriously, you haven't seen his potrait and figure drawing, Those are amazing! He most likely to observe the surrounding and draw on his sketch book while on his free time."

Wait. Does that means Damian has a secret sketch book like her? Raven unconsciously put her hands on her lips.

"Still, what makes you suspect it was me? I mean we haven't contact it for a while."

"Other than he told me that he haven't met her in three years, I've seen a drawing that looks just like you at his studio." Jon smiled.

There it is.

Raven sighed and there's a slightly red tint on her ears.

"Why you haven't contact him when he's in middle east?" Jon asked curious question.

"It was because when I know that he's Damian Wayne, I..I was screwed. I mean, Wayne as in Wayne Enterprise. The biggest contributor on east side. Me? I'm just, just an orphan girl who try to rise my own feet."

"Oh?"

"My mother died when I was 14. I still don't know who were my father is and all I got is this necklace from my mother." She showed the necklace to Jon.

The young journalist seems to be fasinating with it's design. "I wonder where did your mother got this?"

Raven sighed as she try to remember. " I'm not sure. All I remember that it's been in heritage for years."

"I see." Jon rubbed his chin. "Well, Maybe you should hang up with us sometimes. I'm sure Colin and Maya would love to see you." He smiled.

"The thing is, Jon. I'm still unclear about between us." Raven chewed her lips.

"Ah nonsense, he really likes you. I can see from the way he look at you."

"Is it? Wait, where did you saw him see me?"

"I think it was two day before?"

Raven slap both of her cheeks. OH MY GOD, HE SAW BOTH OF US KISSING.

"And don't worry. I won't tell a soul, though, I've been warn by him and probably will be dig out by Colin and Maya." Jon widen his smile as sweat start to rolled down on his cheek."Dami has been my friend of more than a decade. I understand the way he express himself."

Raven nodded slowly. " Jon, a question."

"Yeah?"

"Since you are a journalist, do you know anything about Melchior?" Raven voice change to serious tone.

"That Silver Blond guy?"

"Yeah."

" I heard he's having collaboration with a big company. However, another speculation I heard that he choose Gotham because of its mysterious aesthetic."

"Well, uh, there's something I heard during interview. He claimed that we were close during the fashion show competition."

Raven as stared at the desk.

"Been wondering myself too. Are you close to him?" Jon's curious eyes start to lit.

"We do only for a while but the thing is he stole my design during that time which I never forgive myself for letting me get fooled by him." Raven sighed then she looked at Jon. "Wait. Don't tell me you're going to put this on paper?"

"Wait, I get it." Jon again propped his hand on his chin. "No wonder I've seen familiarity design between both of you. Plus you're having a hard time too."

"Uh, Jon?"

"I think I found something to investigate." Jon's mischievous smiles start to paint on his face.

"Now you act like Damian."

"Damian is more hardcore. I'm still on the average level." Jon beamed his happy face on her.

"Well, I think our interview stopped here. Besides, I need to cover some story from Me Wayne itself about the gala."

"Dami?"

"Yep."

"So, nice to meet you, Ms. Rachel Roth. It's been a pleasure talking to you."

"It's been a pleasure to spill tea with you." Raven smug.

Jon blinked then put on his mischievous smile.

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Somewhere in his office, Damian sneezed for no reason. " Is it me or is this office are getting colder?" He looked at the air ventilation.

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Bray Road - Fox Mulder x non binary!reader part 6

Fic Drop 2021

Mulder just finished speaking with the Sheriff when he spotted his partner. (Y/N) looked so tired. They were holding their head in their hands and had been like that ever since the boys in blue zipped up the body bags for Jason, his mother, and the other patient that had been attacked. He walked to them slowly and placed a hand on their shoulder.

“You alright?” He asked. (Y/N) took a deep breath and looked up.

“I don’t know. I know everything that happened was real, but it feels...I never thought that I would experience that again.” They shrugged, “On the bright side, the cops believed my story this time.”

Mulder smiled a little and nodded towards the car, “C’mon, let’s head back to the motel.” They stood and the two began walking towards the rental car.

“What about Winterfield?”

“Cops are going to search the office now to find evidence of the albuterol and anything related to the DEA. The courthouse is going to have a search warrant by the morning.”

“Mulder.” They said as Mulder started opening his door, “The full moon is tomorrow.”

He paused for a moment and looked up in the dark sky and saw the moon was almost full. He looked back at his partner, “We’ll get him. I promise.”

The next morning, both agents made their way to the pediatrician’s office where there was already a search in place. They met with the sheriff as he was walking out.

“Agents,” He greeted them, “We found some research regarding the albuterol in a safe in the crawl space.” He handed some of the paper work to (Y/N). They looked them over.

“It’s like the scrawling of a mad man.” The sheriff said, "Talking about rituals and turning the weak into warriors. As far as we know, there are two other kids in the reports. Both of which were killed in the last attack. According to their parents, they only used their inhalers for emergencies or not at all.”

“So the DEA was never able to take hold in their systems.” Mulder concluded, "That also means that Winterfield was trying to make more of him."

"That seems to be the case," The sheriff looked back at (Y/N), who was still reading, their face paler than before. The writings from when they were a child were disturbing, describing their body in great detail and how they were perfect to create the master race of lycanthropes.

"We suspect that he's in hiding, but we believe that he's going to come back for you, Agent (Y/L/N)." They looked up at the sheriff's words.

"What?" Their heart dropped.

"We would like to place you under house arrest at your motel until we can apprehend Winterfield. You will be with the best big game hunter in the area, as well as two deputies." The sheriff motioned to the large camo wrapped pickup truck in the other end of the parking lot.

"I-...Right. of course." (Y/N) looked down at the ground. Their fingers gripping the paperwork.

Mulder took notice to their hesitation, "Sheriff, can you give us a minute?" The sheriff nodded and went to speak with the hunter in the truck.

"(Y/L/N), what is it?"

They finally looked up from the papers to Mulder. He seemed genuinely concerned about them. There was a calming sense about him that made them want to relax, but, in this situation, it was nearly impossible.

"I understand why I need to be under lock and key, I do. But I don't feel right about not going after him too." They felt tears burn at their eyes. They were so emotionally exhausted after years of fear just culminating to this moment and they wouldn't get the resolve they wanted.

"Is this about your parents?" He asked.

They glanced at this eyes again, then stared back at his tie, "Partially."

"Aw, you're not worried about me, are ya?" He chuckled.

They met his eyes again, so green and full of determination. It's what (Y/N) liked about him. Fox Mulder may have been known around the bureau as Spooky Mulder, but no one saw the passion. All they saw were the Xfiles. And (Y/N) thought Mulder liked to keep it that way. He had been ridiculed his entire career. But he believed the weird, he believed the strange.

"Skinner didn't assign you as my partner," They blurted out without thinking much. But the fuel was already in the fire, they had to elaborate, "I made up the case file. I kept it secret from my friends at the office because I didn't want them to treat me like I was a joke. I took the case to Skinner and asked to be your partner. I knew you would take it seriously. I knew you would believe me." (Y/N) placed a hand on his arm and smiled weakly, "Please be careful. I don't want to lose anyone else." Before Mulder could speak, he watched (Y/L/N) make their way to the camo truck to speak with the big game hunter and the sheriff.

At the motel, they had been given a box of evidence from Winterfield's home to look through. The big game hunter, Rodger, was in the corner of the room facing the door, cleaning the silver bullets he had been given to him from the local jeweler in town. He was an interesting looking guy, the was tall and lean. But his hair was styled so one side of his head was shaved to the skin, 3 long pink scars ran from his crown to his temple.

He noticed their staring and nodded, "Bear."

"Excuse me?"

He pointed to the scars, "Grizzly in Alberta. Probably stood about twelve feet tall. Smacked me right here but I put three slugs between it's eyes. So I can handle your werewolf just fine." He loaded to shells into his shotgun.

"Bears act on instinct. When they feel their family or their territory is threatened they attack. This werewolf thinks just as well as he does as a human." They looked out the window and saw the sun lower in the sky, making their stomach feel like there was a sack of rocks pulling them down.

"You have nothing to worry about, uh...what are your uhh..."

"It's Agent."

The search in the woods around Winterfield's house wasn't showing any sign that he had been there recently. But what they did find was a body. In the basement of his home they found a decaying body shackled to the wall, almost mummified. But the anatomy was inhuman.

Mulder looked was looking over a map of the area that they had already searched, needing to use a flashlight now that darkness was setting in. He looked up when he saw the coroner, Dr. Sherman, making her way towards him and taking her gloves off.

"I've seen a lot of weird things, but nothing as crazy as that." She said.

"How so?"

"Well, when the guy died his bones had grown so much that they were splintering. His teeth were so large they cracked his jawbone. He died in a lot of pain." She said.

"Any similarities to the Mulligan boy?" The sheriff, who had walked up behind Mulder asked.

"Sort of. There were signs of the splintering and the cracks in the jaw but they had healed almost instantaneously. But I'm sure when the lab comes back with the results, they'll show DEA like you said, agent Mulder."

"Any luck?" He turned back to the sheriff.

"None. The dogs can't pick up a damn thing. And the tracks we saw lead off into the woods disappeared about a mile in."

Before Mulder could speak, his mobile phone started going off in his pocket.

"Excuse me," He said, stepping away from the group and standing by his car before answering, "Mulder."

"So we found some info on Winterfield." Frohike began, "Or lack of info."

"I couldn't find any family history on him. That is, until I found these articles from the sixties." Byers said, "His name was Lyle Montgomery. And when he was fourteen he went missing for a month in northern Michigan and when he was found, he was covered in blood but completely unharmed."

"There's another news article a month later from the same area saying that an entire family but one was mauled by a bear. The survivor was relocated, but we can't tell where because the adoption was closed." Langley chimed in, "But it was around the same time that we found the yearbook for Elkhorn high school showing their star quarterback."

"Winterfield." Mulder answered, "Thanks guys."

"You got it, Gunmen out." Frohike signed off and the line went dead.

As Mulder walked back to the group his phone rang again, he answered, "Mulder."

"Hey Fox, I think that uh we're not gonna find this guy. He outsmarted us." (Y/L/N) said.

"When did we start on a first name basis, (Y/N)? And it's not over, we're gonna find him." He said, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion at his partner's use of his first name. Not even Scully called him by his first name.

"No, I think I'm just gonna go home ."

"We can't go now. What happened to you wanting to finally end this? To move on from all this?" He was closer to the sheriff and the coroner now, who gave him confused looks as well.

"Fox, I need to go back home." They said again, more sternly this time.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, "(Y/L/N), is he there?"

"Yeah, I just need to hurry up and get home." There voice shook then, "I've decided to leave the bureau and just go home." They took a deep breath, sounding a little choked up.

"Goodbye, Fox." The line went dead.

"We need to get to the motel right now, he's got (Y/L/N)." Mulder had barely gotten the phone back in his pocket before running with the sheriff to his truck and leading the department towards the motel.

(Y/N) hung up the phone, a shaky hand setting it back down on the receiver. They avoided looking in the corner of the room where the majority of Rodger was still in the corner. They looked back at Winterfield. His hands were larger than usual and covered in dark hair. His eyes glowed red. He was spattered in blood from the deputies that he been outside and the big game hunter.

"You know he doesn't believe me." They said.

"Oh I know." There was a gravel to his voice that made it sound more animal, "But he's gotta write something when the FBI starts asking where you are." He grabbed their arm with his massive hand and began dragging them out of the room through the broken doorway.

"Wait!" They shouted, "Let me grab my bag. It'll be more believable for the crime scene photos."

"Fine," Winterfield let go, "Hurry up." He seemed on edge, turning his head from side to side as if he could hear something coming. They went to the side of the bed where their bag laid, there was blood from the hunter on it. Out of the corner of their eye, they saw the silver bullets.

Winterfield began angry, "Come on!" He grabbed them by the back of their neck.

"My bag!"

"Screw the bag!" He growled, pulling them outside. In the distance, they both saw the red and blue lights flashing and the sirens screaming the distance.

The cars screeched to a stop, the entire sheriff's department pointing their guns. Mulder called to the others, "Don't shoot, he's got a hostage!"

Then Winterfield seemed to shift before his very eyes, growing a long snout and large animal like arms and legs, all covered in thick dark hair. Still standing on his hind legs, he grabbed (Y/N) by their middle and took off into the woods near the motel.

"MULDER!" They called back, their voice fading into the darkness.

"(Y/L/N)!" He called back, leading the department and the canine unit into the woods after Winterfield.

"Mulder!" Their voice was farther away now.

"(Y/L/N)!" He stopped when he no longer saw tracks, looking around for any signs, "(Y/L/N)!"

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Little Kestrel (Part 11)[Birds of Different Feathers Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Patton & Virgil (future Virgil/Patton but not in this story)

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton, Virgil

Appear: Thomas

Mentioned: Janus

Summary:

It was supposed to be a quick job either way. Either Virgil would assassinate King Thomas of Prijaznia or he’d be caught and get executed. Yet, when Virgil gets the wrong bedroom and gets caught by Prince Logan and his future royal advisor, Patton, the job ends up getting way more complicated for the 14-year-old. He also ends up sleeping in a (actually pretty comfortable) closet for a few weeks…

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, assassination attempt, knives, torture mentioned, captivity, teenagers being really dumb

This is a prequel to Kill Dear. I wrote it 100 words at a time on my blog, but this is the edited version. If you want to see how it was crafted, look at the tag proofread stories.

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Over the course of the next three days of Virgil’s captivity, Virgil would come to the conclusion that his captors were idiots.

This thought flickered to life once again as Logan leaned into the closet to point out another constellation on the ceiling, tottering unstably on his knees as his weight shifted forward and distracted by his enthusiasm.

They were alone in the prince’s room. Patton had left only a few minutes before to help his mother in the kitchen (less because she needed help and more to prevent her suspicion about why he’d spent so much time away in the last few days).

He wouldn’t be back for a while, and Virgil had full mobility in the closet. With Logan leaning over the threshold like that, it would be easy to kill him or even just incapacitate him. One rough yank on his arm would have him completely in the closet. Virgil had no question that he could pin him down so he couldn’t activate the restraints, and even if he managed to do so, he’d have been drawn close enough that Virgil could use his legs. He could either force him to take off the cuffs or, since they automatically went to the second setting when he left the closet, just deal with it until he managed to get away. It would just be so easy.

Yet, he did not act.

He just watched Logan as he leaned stupidly over an assassin while info dumping about stars.

This was the first day that Virgil hadn’t felt at all tired when he’d drank the provided nutrition and healing potion, though it had never affected him quite as much as it had the first day. Logan said that meant that his injuries must be healed. It was a weird feeling. He didn’t remember when the last time was that he wasn’t damaged in some way. Even before his grueling training, there’d always been bullies at the orphanage and he’d been the youngest and smallest in his age group.

He was also more well rested and fed than he had been in as long as he could remember. He felt better than he knew was possible today, and he suspected that he would only feel better after a bit more time under their care.

He told himself that was why he didn’t lash out now. He was waiting until he was as strong as possible to make sure his escape went as well as it could, even if it was a risk. They’d mentioned that the king would be gone for three weeks. After he returned, Virgil would surely be turned over to people much more capable of actually keeping him well trapped and less likely to feed him well, give him a nice place to sleep, and leave him without injury. It was a gamble to stay, because it was possible that he wouldn’t find another opportunity in time and would get handed over to his fate. Really, if he was being reasonable, he should get out now while he felt good and had a secured opportunity.

Still, he did not. He had not any of the times they’d given him the opportunity in the last few days.

Logan finished his sentence and leaned back out of the closet to safety. He still was speaking though in that soft happy tone. Logan liked the stars. He liked to talk about the stars, and Virgil found he liked to listen to him. They tended to end up in this position whenever Patton was away, just talking as Virgil laid in the prince’s closet.

Eventually, Logan’s latest story tapered out. There was silence then for a few moments. Virgil stared up at the fake stars on the ceiling, the stars that Logan had made for him when he really did not have to. Virgil had not been expecting lights in the closet, let alone ones so beautiful and thoughtful. Not ones with stories behind them. Just days ago, if someone had told Virgil the prince would be keeping him in his closet for the next few weeks, Virgil wouldn’t have expected a blanket let alone all of this.

He turned his head to look at Logan. “What?” Logan asked.

“Your magic’s very beautiful,” Virgil said.

Logan seemed pleased by the complement, lighting up almost as much as the stars he’d made. “Well, it’s just a basic light spell,” he said, “though I did make some adjustments to them and the dimmer was a bit more difficult. Anyone could do it with practice.”

Virgil shook his head. “They’re special, I think,” he said. “Your magic’s different than most people’s.”

“How so?” Logan asked curiously.

“It’s gentle,” he said. “Gentle and warm, like eating the warm soup you fed me a couple of days ago.”

“And other people’s magic feels different?” he asked.

Virgil nodded. “I’ve met a lot of magic users, but it always felt bad. Usually it hurts or makes you feel sick or just makes you uncomfortable. Even healing magic always felt like bugs nibbling at my skin, but the potion you’ve been having me drink in the morning feels… safe. It doesn’t hurt or make me want to cry. It’s just good.”

“Magic often has much to do with the caster’s intentions,” Logan said.

“I think you could poison me gently.”

Logan made an odd expression. “That…” he said, nose scrunched. “That is a strange thing to say.”

Virgil cocked his head. “Is it?”

“Yes!” Logan said, shaking his head. “You are far too comfortable with the concept of death for your age.”

“I’m fourteen,” Virgil argued. “That’s old enough to be sent on missions without a blood compulsion!”

“…A what?” Logan asked.

“A blood compulsion,” Virgil said. “You know, with a multrum.” Logan was frowning at him. “One works in your gardens and you’re a prince. You had to have at least seen one or two. They take a bit of blood and multrums process it into a little bead. Then you’ve got to do what your told or it hurts a lot.”

“I know what a blood compulsion is,” Logan said. “I am simply wondering who would put one on a fourteen-year-old.”

“They don’t,” Virgil said. “They stop putting them on people when they turn fourteen.”

“And exactly what is the age range for it?” Logan asked. Virgil was almost startled by the way his tone was quickly hardening. He’d never heard him be that harsh even when he’d first woken up in his custody. It made Virgil tense up.

“They take kids usually when they’re about 8 and it’s a year of training before you’re sent on a mission so 9-13,” he said.

“That’s horrible,” Logan spat so violently that Virgil flinched. Logan didn’t seem to notice. “They force children to kill under a blood compulsion?”

“Well, no one really wants to do it without one when they’re that little. They get scared, and usually try to chicken out so…”

“So, they torture them unless they kill someone.”

“I mean… it’s not. They have to agree to the deal.”

“And if they don’t agree to it?” Logan asked.

Virgil thought back to the second time they’d made him get a blood compulsion. It had been with the multrum before Janus, a girl by the name of Alina. He’d made the mistake of hesitating on his first kill and faced the consequences before finally giving in and doing the job. When the second mission had come around, Virgil hadn’t wanted to accept the blood compulsion.

That had been the first time they’d made him drink a binding potion. Logan seemed to be able to get an idea about it by the look on his face.

“So, your options were to be tortured, be tortured in a different way, or murder someone.” Logan looked at him. “You said your fourteen. Have you ever even killed of your own volition?”

“I… no,” he admitted, but quickly added, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t. I know what I’m doing.”

“That explains a lot about your personality and reactions so far.”

Virgil rankled at that for some reason. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Logan just stared at him for a long moment. “What they did, what they are doing isn’t right, you know?” he said.

Virgil blinked at him but said nothing. He became more and more uncomfortable in the silence that ensued.

“Would you like to learn more about magic?” he asked. “There are many uses other than to hurt. I can teach you a few basics if you’d like.”

Virgil was confused about the topic change but was relieved about it. “Uh.” He thought. “Sure. That would be… interesting.”

Logan smiled at him. “I’ll set up something and we can work with it in the next few days. What would you like to learn?”

“Um, I have no idea. What is there?”

Logan considered it for a moment. “We could do a hair color changing potion. Or perhaps a small protection charm or I can teach you to make fire shapes.”

“Protection charm,” Virgil said without hesitation.

Logan gave him a sad smile. “Of course. I’ll start showing you how to make them tomorrow and we can actually make some the next day.”

“Okay,” Virgil agreed.

“Would you like to hear more about the stars?” he asked. Virgil nodded. He once again leaned into the closet to point and Virgil once again did not move to attack. Nor did he attack when that afternoon Patton turned his back on Virgil for far too long when they were alone. Nor did he when they settled him into bed once again in the closet. He told himself it was strategic, but he knew it wasn’t.

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Deltarune Chapter 2 Had Out Awesome Undertale

on September 21, 2021 I beat Chapter 2 of Deltarune.

(also possible spoilers in this, so please only read this if you have beaten Chapter 2 of Deltarune.)

it took me maybe a few days, but I finally got around to beating it. I hope no one take this the wrong way, but I think that Deltarune Chapter 2 has out-awesomed Undertale,

I still love Undertale but Deltarune's Chapter 2 is very....epic. (well I think is, and it's okay that not everyone agrees that it is more epic than Undertale.)

sure I had a little trouble here and there, but it turned out to be really fun and I do plan to play Chapter 2 again.

but starting with Chapter 1 first then working up to Chapter 2.

I'm glad I was able to play it, it seems you have to beat Deltarune-Chapter 1 first before you can play the Deltarune Chapter 1&2.

yes at first because I wasn't able to play the Chapter 2 at first, I decided to watch a walkthrough of it.....which I was only able to watch the next day.

but playing it myself was more fun and it really was awesome, it might take a few years (maybe either two or three.) until Chapter 3 comes out,

but it will be worth the wait.

don't know who Mike is though, unless it's Mike from FNAF lol......

can't be the Mike in the Undertale's Credits....must be a different Mike.

maybe we will learn more about Mike from Deltarune in the future.

also I can't help but think that Kris might be the Knight, and they have this dark side to them and the one that Susie is truly making friends with

is the Player, who is the new "Kris" and keeping the Old-Kris's dark side in check so they don't do anything too dangerous....maybe?

I believe I know why I am not able to play Undertale Fan Game, Kissy Cutie.

it might have to do with it being how I couldn't play Deltarune Chapter 1&2, until I beat Deltarune Chapter 1 in the original.

it was a new save in the original, so it was good that beat that and then tried to open up the Deltarune Chapter 1&2 again.

and to my surprise the game started to play without that blue pop-up message.

I'm not sure if it is right, that the Kissy Cutie game will start to play normal after you beat the Undertale and get the happy ending.

but I guess I could try to see if that works.

I need to say this about Noelle from Deltarune..........

the whole Yandere-Noelle might be canon.....

just like how the Pie that Kris eats is canon, so must be the Yandere-Noelle.

also I think Catti either loves Noelle as just a friend or she might have a crush on her and sees Susie as a rival.

my headcanon is that Catti has a crush on Noelle and she sees Susie as her rival.

I don't know how many players have scooted Lancer to the table after he got turned to stone....

I do not know if Lancer ate the spaghetti or not, but I know when I did go back to that room (before facing Queen)......

the spaghetti was gone, and the stone Lancer was still at the table too.

there is a reason why I think Yandere-Noelle is canon......but maybe not as deadly.....unless we end up going down a Geno-Route.

I really hope to go down the Weird Route, Weird Route For Life.

Weirdness Is Magic!

I plan to play the Deltarune Chapter 1 & 2 version from the very beginning,

and work my way back to Chapter 2.

also while playing Undertale, I got this theory that pop into my head

that the two figures that Frisk and Alphys see when they are about ready to go face Mettaton.

my theory is that the two shadow figures they first see, aren’t the monsters that Frisk faces....

but it turning out to be Kris and Susie, who’s adventure might be in the Undertale Chapter of Deltarune......I guess that theory might be a bit crazy

and it is not likely to happen.

but I think there could be a possibility of Undertale appearing in Deltarune,

as a future Chapter, and there being a side story within the Undertale Chapter within Deltarune, and in the Undertale Chapter we do not have control of Frisk.

but we still hold some control over Kris, and it could turn out that in the Undertale Chapter, Frisk is on their Geno-Run and this time it isn’t the Player that is making them do it.....because in that Chapter we aren’t in control of Frisk and Chara isn’t either.

I do have a theory that the Red Soul in Frisk, is NOT Chara or even Frisk.

the Red Soul powering the underground that you can find in the True Lab when you are turning on the power on that generator thing.

if you look closely you will see there is a red type heart in the middle,

which might be Chara’s Soul, and if we do a Geno-Run in might be possible that Chara’s Soul will find a way to talk to us by some form of Soul Telepathic Link.

Chara ending up appearing in Frisk’s mind and speaking to us through the dark mind space in Frisk’s mind.

and the Red Soul that is seen in the Undertale game, the one that can be seen in the fights.......was never Frisk’s Soul.

the Red Soul is the Player, this means that the Red Soul in Deltarune

is also the Red Soul from Undertale and they are both the Players.

if this is true that would mean without the players,

Frisk in the canon of Undertale, is Soulless.

if we think about it, Frisk would have their own Soul in the Fanon AU.

it might be possible that Kris, when not having the Red Soul/Player’s Soul in them.

they are not as they appear to be, yes they could come off as a bit mischievous.

like with the whole eating all the pie

but what if there is a more darker side to Kris, and what if it turned out there was another Soul controlling Kris and they are the ones that rip out our Soul out from Kris?

remember what Asriel said before in Undertale,

when both he and Chara shared a body, the control over the body was split between them.

it’s possible that Kris has more than one soul in them,

one being their own, the second being the one who acts as a villain,

and the third being us the players.

and if we decide to kill any one in the Deltarune Chapters

(or at least try to....)

then that might give the second soul controlling Kris even more control.

or not.....it could be that Kris only has two souls in them,

their soul and the Player’s soul.

I do have a theory that Kris might be the Knight,

well either them or Papyrus or Gaster or Asriel.

anyone of those four could be the Knight.

but the top suspect of being the Knight now, is Kris.

and this is thanks to what I have seen in Chapter 2,

both watching the walkthrough and even playing it myself.

it might be possible when we do take over Kris’s body,

we end up freeing Kris from another soul that might be the Knight.

it be interesting if when the choices pop up,

they come in two different colors to show which ones is what the Player would pick or Kris would pick.

the Player could end up choosing to pick what Kris wants,

or the Player could end up picking the the choice that isn’t the color that shows to be what Kris would want.

the color of the choices would be a Turquoise (Kris)

and Red (Player)

depending on the Player, we could choose to go with just the red color choices

or the turquoise color choices, if we choose the turquoise color choices

it can mean we value Kris’s opinion and want to show that their choices matter.

it be interesting if they add that in a future chapter.

I'm thinking of changing my tumblr name again, even if it hasn't been that long since I had changed my first tumblr username...

but I still want to put down my original tumblr name on any new drawings I post on tumblr, just to be safe and so there will be no misunderstandings.

I still want my Tumblr to be about a Deltarune-Flowey The Flower,

so even if I do change my tumblr username to something that isn't "Flowey"

I still want to be Flowey The Flower type.....as well as a Crossover.

and if I do decided to change my tumblr username for the second time.

going from floweytheflower-of-deltarune to [redacted]

I will have to edit the last drawing post I had put up that had floweytheflower-of-deltarune on it.

I will keep thinking about it.

but anyway the Chapter 2 of Deltarune was really REALLY awesome.

and it does seem to be a bit more epic than Undertale.

which once again I still love Undertale, but Chapter 2 has out did it.

for some reason Queen reminds me of White Diamond.

I do have a theory about Susie,

that either one she is a orphan or two she comes from a abusive home

and one or both of her parents might treat her badly.

and she let’s out her anger by bullying others

and the reason why she eats chalk and the other stuff she shouldn’t.

is because she isn’t getting enough to eat at home and might be malnourished.

Susie might also not be only child, she might be a older sister or younger sister.

and her bond with Lancer, taking up the Big Sister Role to him.

might show she has a Protective Big Sister side to her.

it might be possible that she gives half of her food to her younger sibling

and Susie doesn’t eat much at home because of how her parents treat both her and her little sibling.

if it is true that Susie has a younger sibling, it might be possible that Susie’s younger sibling is in Toriel’s class.

and given some info in the Chapter 2,

we might know the bio-gender of Susie’s sibling.

which if you read what I wrote on top about not reading this unless you beaten Chapter 2....

I can say now, that it is possible that Susie might have a little sister.

and the little sister might be in Toriel’s class.

I did do a drawing of what I think Susie’s little sister might look like.

as well as what Susie’s Mom might look like too.

but I don’t want to post them just yet.

it be cute if Susie’s little sister appeared in a future chapter

and once meeting Noelle, Berdly and Kris.

the little sister tells them “you can’t have my big sis! big sis is mine!”

of course Noelle might find this really precious, maybe it will remind her how much she loved her older sister when she was Susie’s little sister’s age.

speaking of Noelle’s sister, I did draw up a ship drawing between her and Deltarune’s Asriel.

if both the Holiday and Dreemurr families are both Boss Monsters

then I hope they reveal that in a future chapter.

it might be possible that both the Dreemurr and Holiday families

come from a Royal heritage,

if this is true that would make Noelle technically a Princess.

I’m calling Fan Headcanon on that theory.

also it is pretty obvious that Yandere Noelle is canon.

because of what we see in Chapter 2.

it might be possible that Kris has three souls in them,

one being theirs, the other being the Player and the other being possibly the Knight.

Kris’s true soul might be Turquoise blue type color.

what trait a Turquoise Soul is, well maybe it will be hinted in the game.

I really love Chapter 2 of Deltarune, and I know that Chapter 3 will be worth the wait.

and if Sans was hinting in Chapter 2 about Chapter 3, we might see it in a few years....then again I could be wrong about Sans hinting.

sadly we didn’t get to meet Papyrus in Chapter 2,

but we just have to be patient.

I think that besides the Players choices mattering in the game,

I think Kris’s choices should matter too.

so when the choices do pop up, they should come in Red for the Player

and Turquoise for Kris.

if we choose the turquoise color choices, it is still gonna be Kris’s choice

as it shows we are picking what Kris wants.

it be interesting if that happens.

also I would still like to know who Mike is that is mention in Chapter 2.

it might not be the one that is in the credits, so it has to be a different Mike all together, but who they are is unknown.

I hope some of you agree that the choices of the Player and Kris,

should be in Red and Turquoise.

we might be the Red Soul in both Undertale and Deltarune,

but we should try to look at it being in a symbiotic relationship.

where we make sure to keep Kris and their friends safe,

and try to fight off the other soul that had control of them before we came into their lives in Chapter 1.

also it might be possible that while both Undertale and Deltarune are two different timelines and AUs of each other.

it could be possible that before the start of those two games,

one could travel between if he machine that allowed it was turned on.

the Sans from Deltarune, might of came from a non-stop Geno Route Timeline

and had no other choice but to take both himself, his brother and other survivors to the Deltarune Timeline where they would be safe from Frisk.

I and a lot of other fans might believe this to be canon, and it would make sense given the evidence of the former Grilby’s turned into convenience store.

like what if in a future Chapter that is called “Undertale: Geno-Route”

it shows the world that Sans and his brother came from

and Sans ends up telling Kris, Susie and the others that he had to leave because it was becoming too dangerous and he didn’t want to watch his brother die again by the hands of the human named Frisk.

the Frisk that we the Players make to be more innocent and being full of love.

might be different from the Frisk that is in the canon of the game

and who knows how Frisk was before we the Player’s taken control of them.

but we do know that the Red Soul in Deltarune, could be the same one in Undertale, which would mean that we the Players are the Red Soul.

and while Kris could of had their own Turquoise Soul before we came into the picture.

and Chara could have the same color Red Soul as the Player,

which is being used to power the underground.

it could turn out that Frisk in the canon of Undertale,

is Soulless and is only given a Soul that belongs to the Player....

so Flowey might be right about Frisk’s Soul not being theirs.

I am glad I finally figured out why I couldn’t seem to play Deltarune Chapter 1&2 at first, it had to do with not beating the new save I had that had to do with the first Deltarune Chapter 1 before the version that had Chapters 1 and 2 came out.

if you beat the first version, then when you click on the new Deltarune Chapters 1&2, the blue popup message wont show up and the game will run normally.

so it’s best to keep the original Deltarune download.

#deltarune chapter 2 #love triangle #yandere noelle is canon #spoilers #undertale theory #deltarune theory #red soul #long post

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One piece matchup for @basilisa-scorpii / @some-piece

I’m 25 cis woman. Bisexual, however, I tend to lean more towards men or more “masculine” women, when it comes to physical attraction. I’m a tall gal (180cm/5’11) and on the chubby side of the scale, especially when it comes to boobs (I’m outranking OP girls, I’m afraid, rip my back xD), apple body shape, long legs. Dark, almost black, wavy hair, dark eyes, olive-ish complexion. Pierced girl here: 3 in left ear, one in right and a labret; totally planning more as well as tattoos. Rather tomboyish with a huge love for punk style, I like wearing black clothes and “break” them with something warm and vivid, like yellow or red.

ISTJ and Capricorn. Extremely introverted. Shy and reserved towards “stranger danger”, but I like people in general and I like company, as long as I’m having a safe distance and the “people time” is balanced with solitude. I have a huge tendency to be gloomy, can come across as rude and insensitive to people who don’t know me well, since I don’t really care about social boundaries, I’m sarcastic and have quite a morbid sense of humor. I am horribly hot-headed, but I do my best to tame it, so I rarely explode… But when I do, then it is indeed an explosion. Around the right people, I tend to get softer (aka the face people usually see on my blogs, doing my best to not be a bitch lmao) and more chaotic. Once I become close to someone, I am loyal to death and kind of overprotective. I’m not really affectionate and can’t express emotions well, my love language is an act of service. Biggest flaws: stubborn af, clumsy, oblivious, over-cautious, control freak, workaholic.

I love reading (sci-fi, fantasy, thriller, crime stories, magical realism, comics), travelling, history and archeology (ancient and medieval Europe), ornithology, stargazing and astrophysics, mythologies and folklore, cooking, writing, Greek history, language and culture.

I also like: wandering around early in the morning/at night, reading on a windowsill, visiting random places in my city and around, rainy summer days and storms, birds, cloudless nights, dark chocolate, when someone plays with my hair, freedom of choice, meditating, good hot tea, hiking, sitting in water (hooot baths!), tattoos, piercing and body art, liquor, atmospheric bars with good music, good beer and good, small company.

I hate: crowd, clingy and noisy people, being told what to do and when, covering my neck and chest, being touched without asking for permission first, hot and sunny weather, losing control over situations or myself, cruelty against animals, kids and weaker people; bigotry, judgemental people, injustice, symmetrism, sterility, overly spicy food.

Any additional info you would like to share, fun facts, etc.

I’m neurodivergent (autistic and I suspect I might have ADHD in addition, though it both can go together and shares some similarities so who knows).

Used to be very sport oriented (trained basketball and for short time fencing) but because of health issues I can’t do that anymore. I do like being active whenever my mental and physical states allow me to (I just love yoga cause I can flex how flexible I am lmao)... But I need to be watched cause die hard or do nothing and I end in even worse condition, so yeah, someone with one more brain cell than me is needed around xD

I have a very high tolerance for toxic substances, such as alcohol, drugs, lots of meds… And luckily very good pain tolerance, cause most painkillers don’t work on me and whoa boy.

(No wonder I hate dentists with passion.)

I get along better with people who are straightforward and honest, even if sometimes they might tell me something I do not wish to hear. I will sniff bullshit out on a mile and if someone lies to me once, it’s over. And on top of that, I just don’t get hints, implications, allusions. Also, since I absorb emotions like a sponge, people who act too dramatically quickly overwhelm me, either it’s negative or positive emotions.

I’d be the definition of a slowborn protagonist… Because it’d take me ages to realize someone has a crush on me and even longer to open enough to accept them lmao I’m a horrible, hopeless case.

I match you with...

Trafalgar Law!

Bas. I kid you not. I spent 10 minutes trying to figure out if your match should’ve been Law or Zoro. Went down my list as usual, ended up with those two anyway. And here I wanted to surprise you ☹ Anyway, here’s why I picked Law:

Law is very calm, levelheaded and in general, not noisy at all. He’s a balanced person who generally won’t overwhelm you with his own feelings and emotions. He’s straightforward with his words and actions, because who has time (or energy) for beating around the bush? When Law says something, he means it. What also makes him a good match for you is that he is very calm, even in emotional situations, so he can step in before you explode.

A relationship with Law is very much drama-free. He’s a doctor, a captain and an insomniac gremlin, he doesn’t have the time nor energy for fights. You’re both adults, and problems will be handled as adults, by talking. Law won’t raise his voice unless you do so first and even then, it’ll take a while. In the rare case a fight escalates, he'll just walk away and wait for the situation to cool down.

Law is very patient with you. He’s not a person who will quickly get attached. Once he falls in love with someone, it’s unconditional. If you’re in disbelief he’ll show you through his words and actions that he’s serious. If you can’t accept it, he’ll wait until you can. He’ll give you all the time and space you need. Be prepared for some teasing about that way later in the relationship when you’re both comfortable with it though.

Law shares in your dislike of crowds, so dates will usually be something away from them, or something where you can easily get away from should it be overwhelming. Much like you, he too has times where he needs to recharge from social interactions by having some alone time, and he will never judge you or guilt you for needing some time for yourself.

Let’s not forget Law is a doctor. He understands your health, both physical and even to a degree mental, and will help you where needed, mostly by telling you not to push yourself and stopping you when you’re doing so anyway. He’s concerned about you but not in an overbearing way, trusting you to know what your limits are. Be prepared for a little nagging when you do know better but do things anyway.

Law’s love languages are quality time and acts of service, preferring to show this feelings for you through actions rather than through words or physical affection. He's happy you're not too clingy either, though that doesn't mean some affection isn't needed from time to time.

In general, Law will always respect your independence and even encourage you to do things with people beside him. He knows he's very busy and sometimes won't have enough time for you, so he wants you to have other people as well that you can enjoy yourself with. He doesn't easily get jealous either, though he is curious about your friends, wanting to meet them at least once, if only so he knows who you're talking about when you tell him about your day.

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Co-Conspirators Part 2

Pairs: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Words: 8510

Summary: After agreeing to start a secret relationship with Aaron. Its time to convince your co-workers so you can make it through the workday and wait for your upcoming date with Aaron.

Warnings: None

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. So here is the second part. No creative title at this point in time cause I stayed up till 5 am to edit and post this. If I come up with one later, I might change it. Hopefully, everyone likes it as much as the first part. I’m actually thinking about continuing this and turning it into a more long term project. No lie if I do keep this, smut will probably get written into this, ope.

Continuation of Co-Conspirators – Part 1–Part 2*–Part 3–Part 4–Part 5–Part 6

You sat at Hotch’s desk and helped out with paperwork, keeping an eye on your co-workers as they came in. When the last person showed up, you wrapped up the work in front of you. You stood up and smiled at Hotch, “Our audience is waiting, ready?” Hotch looks up and over to the window, “Everyone’s here?” You nod, “Mhmm, I am going to slam your door for a bit of drama.” Hotch chuckles, “If you break my door, I will actually have to write you up." You roll your eyes and nod, “I know government property and all that blah blah.”

Working with profilers means they could pick up on anything and catch you guys lying. Luckily since both you and Hotch were also profilers, you knew exactly what signs and body language to mimic to make it seem real. You stiffen up and cross your arms over your chest in a defensive fashion. Hotch watches you, stiffening up himself, “We should make at least part of the argument loud enough for Rossi to hear through the wall” You nod, getting ready to start this fake fight. Some of the team could read lips, so you had to actually say the right things to pull this off. You take a deep breath before starting, “You know that cop deserved what I said to him.” Hotch easily follows your lead, “It doesn’t matter if he deserved it. It's inappropriate behavior out in the field.” You and Hotch working together had built up a good flow with situations like this. There has been more than one occasion when you had to play off each other to get information from an unsub. You tapped your foot to appear antsy, “You already yelled at me for this, why are we bringing this back up?” Hotch raises his voice, “Their police department has been bringing it back up for the last few months. They are talking about disciplinary action.” Hotch crosses his arms and glares at you, “You represent the FBI when you’re out in the field. You need to remember that.” You lean forward defensively, “Does the FBI want to just let people walk all over them?” Hotch stares at you, “It is our job to build bridges with departments. Not burn them.” You roll your eyes and start distancing yourself from him, “Yes… Yes… we have to bend over backward to keep everyone happy, even the assholes.” You reach for the door. You know Hotch will say something as soon as you open the door to get the message across to the team. You open the door, and right on queue, Hotch shouts at you, “Watch your mouth, and that's an order.” You huff loudly and walk out of his office. You make sure to slam the door on the way out, just enough to sell it. As you trot down the stairs, it takes all your willpower not to smile. It was actually kind of fun to fake argue. You see the team starting to look around, trying to figure out what is going on. So for a little flair, you hiss as you pass the group, “Bite me, Hotch.” You practically fall back into your chair and start angrily moving papers around. When you see Rossi looking at you while walking to Hotch’s office, you knew it was working. When Reid poked his head up from his desk and started questioning, “What happened?” Reid looked a bit worried. Emily walked past him, chuckling, “Just because your parents are fighting doesn't mean they love you any less.” Emily tussles Reid’s hair as she passes. You glare at Emily when she looks over at you. Emily shrugs and smirks in response. Reid quickly moves away from Emily’s hand, looking annoyed, “Hey, that's not what I’m worried about.” After that, work continued on, with most of the team not really saying anything directionally to you. You did get questioned by both Penelope and Rossi.

Penelope got you when you went into her zone to get some information you needed to continue working. You walked into her room, “Can I get some extra info from you pretty please?” Penelope completely turned around to look at you, “When you ask that nicely, of course… but…” Garcia plays with a fuzzy pen in her hands, “I wanna trade.” You raise your eyebrows, sitting in the extra chair in her office, “I don't have any new comics to show you, so I’m not sure…” You let your sentence trail off. Penelope grabs a piece of bright pink paper with words written in glitter ink, “Well, I have some for you…” You take the paper from her, putting it into your pocket. Penelope waves her hands, “But that's not what I meant.” You lean back in the office chair, narrowing your eyes at the brightly colored woman in front of you, “Okay?” Penelope taps the pen on the arm of her chair, “A sweet chocolate little hunky bird told me that you and Hotch had a big fight this morning.” You make sure to let out an annoyed huff, “Derek…” Penelope throws her hands up in surrender, “I didn't name names… I’m no snitch.” You put your elbow on the arm of the chair, resting your chin on your hand, “So what's the trade?” Garcia smiles, leaning forward, “Dirt for dirt.” You sigh loudly, “Fine, ask away.” Penelope scoots her chair closer to you, “I heard you got mad enough you slammed Hotch’s office door. Are you guys really that mad at each other? I mean, you two are the dream team.” Penelope pauses and wiggles her eyebrows at you, “Well, Derek and I are the dream team, so you and Hotch would be like the dream team... reloaded... or something.” Your act cracks a little, unable to fully keep it under wraps around Penelope. You chuckle but quickly regain yourself, “Maybe things will start going back to normal when he stops being an ass. My mouth probably doesn't help, but that's not going to change too drastically anytime soon.” You shrug it off. Penelope watches you. She starts giggling, “There's a reason I call you 'sugar' all the time.” You put your hand on your heart in mock offense, “I thought it was because of how sweet I am.” Garcia gives you a loving pat on the head, “That’s part of it. The other part is you don’t usually sugar coat things.” You smile, leaning forward in your chair, “I think I’ll just keep pretending it's because I’m a sweetheart.” Penelope smiles, turning around in her chair, “Of Course you will. So what did you need?” After you got the information from Garcia, you leave to go back to work.

Later in the day, Rossi passed your desk. He puts his hand on your shoulder and talks quietly, “Why don’t you take a break? We can have some coffee in my office.” You look up and give Rossi a confused look. You could tell it was more of a request than an actual question. You stand up from your desk, “Sure…” The team tries to discreetly watch you and Rossi walking up to his office. Since almost everyone was watching, you make sure to stiffen up when you pass Hotch’s office to sell it. Rossi gestures for you to come into his office, closing the door behind you. Rossi walks over to his desk, “During one of my marriages me and my wife would shout at each other all the time. Over anything and everything.” You stay near the door, glaring at Rossi, “What does this have to do with me?” You cross your arms and smirk, “If this is a proposal of some kind Rossi, I’m flattered, but you're not my type.” You get an extra cocky tone to your voice. Rossi scoffs and chuckles, “I’m taking a strict ‘three strikes your out’ policy with marriages, no exceptions.” You shrug, “So, Why did you drag me in here with the false promises of coffee?” Rossi casually sits back, holding up his coffee cup, "Didn't lie about coffee, just none for you." You glare at Rossi, grumbling. Rossi continues, "You two only argue this much because there is tension, just like my ex-wife and me.” You narrow your eyes at Rossi, trying to figure out if he suspects anything. Rossi continues, “I personally think you’d be good together, but you’d have to make the first move. We all know Hotch can be a stick in the mud.” You shake your head, doing your best to convince Rossi. Rossi shrugs, “That's just my two cents, take it or leave it.” You laugh and get ready to leave, “I get it. You're the cool uncle who is totally fine with breaking the rules. Thanks, but you're projecting.” You left Rossi’s office. Crossing your fingers that Rossi bought it as you go back to work. If you and Hotch could just keep this up, everything would be fine.

It was actually pretty easy to keep that up. It didn’t take much else to keep selling it with the two months of ignoring each other. The work for the day was mostly just paperwork. Which you were thankful for. Considering if you guys got a legitimate case, there would be a high chance that it would take the team out of town. Meaning you’d all have to give up your day off. This was the first time you had plans you were looking forward to in months. You and Hotch kept up the act throughout the day. Messaging each other every now and then when it was safe. When the workday was over, the team trickled out of the building. Until only you and Hotch were left. When you were sure the coast was clear, you grabbed your paperwork from the day and headed to Hotch’s office. You didn't even bother to knock. Hotch doesn't even look up from his papers, “The team better have bought it because Rossi came in here and questioned me for thirty minutes after our ‘fight’.” You put a guilty look on your face, “Sorry… Reid seems to have bought it, though.” You sit in your chair in front of Hotch’s desk, “If we got those two to buy it, we are pretty much set.” Hotch looks up at you, chuckling, “Rossi said we remind him of one of his old relationships.” You wrinkle your nose, “He said the same thing to me. I’m going to take that as a compliment even though the man has been divorced three times.” Hotch shakes his head, going back to work, “I’m choosing to look at it as a positive as well.” You hum softly, getting comfortable in your chair as you start working. The peaceful silence you two share falls over the room.

After a few hours of quietly working away, you look at your watch, “Do you need to be getting home?” Hotch perks up and looks at the time, “Actually, yes.” Hotch looks down at the stack of papers he was wanting to get done. You smile, “Go, I can finish those up.” Hotch frowns, “I can…” You roll your eyes and interrupt him, “I got it.” Stubbornly you grab his stack of papers and pull them away from him. “Look, you finished your pile. You can go home.” Hotch glares at you, getting up from his desk. He stares you down, trying to gauge whether to argue or not. You smile at Hotch before going back to work. He decided against fighting you, “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.” Hotch starts grabbing his things. You watch him move about and laugh, “Looking forward to it.” Hotch goes to leave but then stops at the door, “Don’t stay too late.” You turn to watch him, smirking, “I won’t.” Hotch narrows his eyes at you and leaves the room. Right after he closes the door, he opens it again to add, “No sleeping in your car, either.” You roll your eyes but smile, “I've never done that before in my life.” Hotch stares you down, “I’ve caught you at least four times.” You sigh, shaking your head, “I promise I won't…” You tilt your head back and forth, “At least not tonight.” You grin at Hotch, causing him to shake his head. Hotch cracks a smile, “I’ll accept that answer for now. Goodnight.” As Hotch walks out the door, you call over your shoulder, “Goodnight.”

You diligently work through the rest of the paperwork in front of you. It goes by at about its usual pace. The stack dwindles down to the last few files, and you can feel yourself getting tired. You rub your eyes, trying to regain focus. You hear your phone go off. You reach for your cell and put it up to your ear, already knowing who would be up late enough to call you. You hold your phone to your ear with your shoulder so you can keep working. You tease him, “Now... now, Aaron. We haven't even been on our first date, and you're already being clingy.” You hear Hotch chuckle on the other end, “I’m concerned.” You keep writing away, chuckling, “Lucky for you, I like clingy.” Hotch’s voice comes across softer than normal, “Very lucky indeed.” You hear Hotch sigh before speaking at a normal volume again, “I thought I told you not to stay late.” You laugh, finishing a file, “Define late? This is a pretty normal time for me still.” You move onto the next piece of work, “Isn't it hypocritical, though? I mean, you're saying it's late, but you called me. Which means you were still up.” Hotch chuckles again, “You caught me.” You softly hum as you continue working, “What’s keeping you up?” You can hear Hotch moving around as he talks, “I still feel bad for making you finish my work.” You laugh, shaking your head, “You could be Catholic with the amount of guilt you lug around. I offered.” You finish writing and then flip the page, “I’m almost done. Also, I remember someone promising to make it up to me tomorrow night.” Hotch laughs, “What did you have in mind?” You scoff sitting up in your chair, “You're a profiler, I think you can figure it out.” Hotch sighs but you can tell he is smiling, “It's been a long time since I planned a date. Really want to trust me with that?” You finish the last file, “We trust each other with our lives, I think I can trust you with a date.” You start putting files away. Hotch chuckles as he replies, “Fair point.” You smile grabbing your things and leaving the room, “I’m officially leaving work now. Does that make you feel better?” Hotch teases, “I’ll feel better when I know you're not sleeping in your car.” You scoff, trotting over to your desk, “Fine, you're asking for it.” Hotch laughs, “Oh no.” You start digging through your desk when you find what you're looking for.

Pulling out a personal wireless earpiece. You sync it up to your phone before putting it on, “There. Hands-free. Now you get to listen to my boring drive all the way home.” It sounds like Hotch is washing dishes as he replies, “Perfect. Someone has to make sure you take care of yourself.” You roll your eyes, heading out of the building, “Yeah...yeah… I’m a mess… Tell me something I don't know.” Hotch takes your comment seriously and thinks for a second, “It’s mortifying… but…” You make a curious humming noise as you get into your car. Hotch sighs, “I have been thinking about that kiss for that past two months.” Hotch lets out a nervous chuckle, “You had me worried when you ran away afterward.” Your cheeks burn. Glad you were talking to him over the phone so he couldn't see you. You start your car, “Clearly, my fight or flight leans towards flight.” Hotch laughs, “I’ve seen you walk into multiple dangerous situations without a second thought.” You make sure to focus on driving even as you chuckle, “I’ll correct myself. My romantic fight or flight leans to the flight side. I wasn't sure if you were interested in me or not…” You pause, smirking to yourself, “If I had known, I would have ended up getting us caught that night.” Hotch lets out another laugh, “It's probably for the best then, I definitely wouldn't have stopped you.” You pull into your parking spot, teasing “How scandalous… you're my boss.” Hotch teases back, “Which means I can give you orders.” You get out of the car, using a suggestive voice as you respond, “And if you ask real nicely, I’d be willing to follow them outside of office hours.” Hotch takes a deep breath, “I...I’ll keep that in mind.” You chuckle, walking to your apartment door. “Your duality kinda makes you the total package.” You pull your keys out, unlocking your door. “I get a sullen badass and a sweet romantic all in one.” Hotch scoffs, “Ahh yes, attached with a laundry list of problems” You hum happily as you walk in the door, “I assure you I have my own problems. We can exchange lists later.” Hotch makes a noncommittal noise as he seems to be taking care of a few things around his apartment. You let the door close behind you, automatically kicking off your shoes. Upon hearing the door, Hotch talks again, “Your home safe then?” You smile, dropping most of your stuff on the ground, locking the door. “Yep, safe, and sound.” You switch from your hands-free device back to your cell phone. You punch your security alarm code before bringing your phone up to your ear, “Feel better now?” Hotch chuckles, “Much.” He lets out a long sigh, his voice getting more serious, “Thank you, I know it might seem overbearing…” You peel off your clothes. Leaving a trail behind you as you interrupt him with a laugh, “Aaron… we both know what overbearing looks like. This isn't even close.” You strip down to your underwear and sit on your bed. “We have a spooky job that makes us rightfully paranoid, especially when it involves people we care about. So...” You flop back onto your bed, “You have nothing to thank me for.” Hotch’s voice takes on a happier tone, “When you put it that way…” He pauses before adding, “Maybe, I’ll just use this as my way of making up for two months of silence.” You grin happily, “Ohh, does that mean I can expect more extended phone calls?” Hotch chuckles, “Yes, as much as you tolerate.” You sit up, smirking, “That sounds almost like a challenge Agent Hotchner.” Hotch puts on a fake serious voice, “If you didn't take it as a challenge, then I’d have to make it an order.” You chuckle, dramatically gasp, “Using your position for evil.” You take a teasing tone, “You might wanna be careful threatening me, though.” You sit back up and head to your dresser. Hotch laughs, “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” You pull on pajamas, grinning, “I have a date with an FBI agent. He is the best, and I imagine he wouldn't take lightly to you bullying me.” You can hear the eye roll in Hotch’s voice, “I recall someone mentioning you like it when I’m a bully.” You huff, “Should have never told you, now you'll use it against me.” Hotch chuckles, “For as long as I can.” You lay on your bed and let out a content hum. Closing your eyes, you tried to remember the last time you talked on the phone for this long. Or when was the last time you enjoyed a phone call this much. It was odd. Even through the phone, you could feel the special silence you and Hotch shared. Hotch broke the silence first. His voice came out soft and sleepy, “I think we both need to get some rest. I have a hot date I want to impress.” You tiredly chuckled, “Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hotch replied, “Sleep well.” Both of you ended the call, and you quickly passed out.

That night you got some of the best rest you had in a long time. After working for the BAU for two years and all the extra hours you put in, your body had gotten used to a particular schedule. To the point, you hadn't needed to set an alarm after your first six months with the Bureau. It wasn't unusual to sometimes get woken up by phone calls. It was almost always Hotch on the other end. So when you woke up to your phone ringing this morning, you instinctively grabbed it. You didn't even have to open your eyes to answer the call and bring it to your ear, “Please tell me you are not calling for a case.” What was utterly bizarre was how Hotch answered the phone. Hotch’s voice was happy, “Not calling for a case, just calling to talk to you.” He sounded wide awake. Making you curious as to what time it was but not curious enough to open your eyes. Hotch commented, “Did I wake you up?” You grumble, “You wake me up all the time, why do you sound surprised?” Hotch chuckles, “Because it's about three to four hours after you normally wake up.” Your eyes shoot open, “What? It’s 9 am?” Hotch sounded more than amused, “It’s closer to 10.” This time you shoot up out of bed. You mumbler mostly to yourself as you get up and out of bed, “What the fuck?” You didn't have any plans until your date later, but it was disorienting to wake up this late in the day. You could hear public background noise. Hotch sounded slightly out of breath as he spoke, “Clearly, I kept you up too late last night.” You scoff, sitting on your bed. “Don’t flatter yourself. If anything, I went to bed early last night.” You rub your eyes with your free hand, “I just slept a lot better than I normally do.” Hotch quickly gets a cocky tone, “I wonder why that is.” You chuckle and roll your eyes, changing subjects, “Why are you so peppy and tired, sounding at the same time?” Hotch chuckles, “I’m talking to you, and I just finished running.” You get up and head to your kitchen, “I bet that is quite the view.” You hear Hotch get into his car as he talks, “You're always welcome to join me.” You start making coffee, “I might take you up on that, but I don't want you getting sick of me.” Hotch chuckles, “After almost three years working together, I don’t think that could happen.” You smile to yourself, humming “That's very optimistic, I like it.” Hotch lets out a happy sigh, “I think I figured out our date tonight.” You chuckle, “Ohh… do tell.” Hotch teases, “The only thing I’m going to tell you is its dinner, and I would recommend dressing nicely.” You pour yourself some coffee, “Are we talking business, club, or just hot date nice?” Hotch laughs, “I’m pretty sure you don't even like clubs. I’m sure you'll know what to wear.” You grin and chuckle, “Are we meeting there?” Hotch playfully criticizes you, “Nice try. I’ll pick you up at 6 tonight.” You start drinking coffee, “I’m looking forward to it.” There is a short pause before Hotch lets out a sigh, “As much as I would like to talk as much as we did last night…” You smile to yourself, finishing for him, “ But you have important adult stuff to go do.” Hotch responds with a melancholy sigh, “Unfortunately, yes.” You play around with your coffee cup, “Well, you're free to call me anytime today… as long as it's not for a case.” Hotch chuckles, “I wouldn't dream of it.” You smile, “Now go be responsible, I’ll see you tonight.” You can once again hear the smile in Hotch’s voice, “See you then.” The call ends, and a large smile stays on your face.

You make yourself some food, ready to actually have a lazy day for once in your life. You may not have had a lot of free time typically. Using these few hours to do whatever you could to unwind. You had never been great at sitting around and relaxing, but today you were able to slide into it easily. You were eager for 6 to roll around. Putting you in a weird state of time, both moving too slowly and too quickly all at once. When it was finally 4, you started getting ready. Two hours early may have seemed extreme, but Hotch was good at staying punctual. So you just assumed he would be anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour early. Scanning through your clothes, you picked out the perfect outfit. Something closer to a ‘hot date’ look without being over the top. You finished getting ready for the date and sat on your couch. When your phone rang, you immediately picked it up.

Hotch was on the other end, already apologetic, “I know I said 6. I’m running a little late.” You chuckle, getting up off the couch, “How about I come to you then?” You grab your keys and stand by your door. You hear Jack murmuring in the background as Hotch talks, “I… Actually, that's a good idea.” You smile, “I’ll be there soon, then.” Hotch replies with a quick but sincere, “Thank you.” Ending the call. You chuckle and shake your head as you make your way to the car. You and Hotch didn't live too far away from each other. So it doesn't take long for you to drive to Hotch’s apartment. When you got to his place, you gave the door a rhythmic knock.

Hotch answered the door. He was in a suit, nicer looking than the ones he wears to work. The thing was that his hair was a bit of a mess, with the fabric of a bow tie laying undone around his neck. As soon as he saw you, Aaron’s face lit up, “Hey… Sorry, come in.” You couldn't help the giant smile that slipped onto your face. You weren't sure if you had ever seen him this disheveled in a causal situation. It was beyond adorable to see him like this. Aaron stepped back, opening the door fully for you. You walk in slowly, looking around, “Everything okay?” Aaron chuckles, closing the door behind you, “Jessica, Jack’s aunt is just running behind. So that threw me off.” As if right on queue, Jack peeks out and gives you a shy wave. You had met Jack quite a few times over the years. Jack was a sweet kid, and luckily he seemed to like you. You smile and crouch down, “Hey there, Jack.” Jack runs over, “Can you play with me before you and daddy leave?” Aaron goes to say something, but you interrupt him. You grin happily, “Of course, Lil’ man. Why don't you go find something for us to play with, and I’ll be there soon?” Jack smiles and runs back to his room, “Yay.”

You stand up and look back at Aaron. Aaron spoke to you with a sweet look on his face, “You don’t have…” You interrupt him again, “Did you choose a place that needs a reservation?” Aaron furrows his brow, looking more like he does at work, “Why?” You roll your eyes and glare at him, “Did you?” Aaron watches you, not sure what is going on, “No, I didn't.” You smile, “Why don’t you call Jessica and tell her not to worry about coming over.” Aaron crosses his arms, scanning your face, “Someone has to be here to watch Jack.” You fake gasp, “What is that a law or something, I’ve never heard of it before.” Aaron bores down into you with a glare. You shake your head and smile up at him, “I think me and you both being adults will be able to watch him.” Aaron watches you, thinking for a long while before speaking, “You got all dressed up.” His eyes rack over you, “You look great, by the way.” You give a cocky grin and eat it up, “Thank you very much.” You grab Aaron by his button-up shirt, pulling him away from the door. Aaron easily lets you lead him, a smirk slipping onto his face. You tease, “We dress nice at work all the time… maybe it would be fun to see each other in comfy clothes.” Once you get Aaron a few feet away from the front door, you stop. Aaron uncrosses his arms, and his face gets softer as he smiles, “That could be interesting.” You smile, rotating the two of you. So now your closest to the front door. You get a more serious tone, “Plus, it will give you more time with Jack. Our job is busy.” Aaron studies you again for a moment. You were sure he was trying to see if you really wanted this or were just saying what he wanted to hear. You tilt your head and reach behind you, grabbing the door handle, “I have a go-bag in my car. Let me go grab it so I can change.” Aaron smiles down at you and nods, “Okay, hurry back. Or Jack and I will start having all the fun without you.” You grin happily and reach up, giving Aaron a quick peck. Aaron does try to continue kissing you but pull away. You grin devilishly, teasing him before quickly slipping out the door.

Within a few minutes, you were able to grab your bag and be back at Aaron’s door. You give a rhythmic knock, and Aaron casually opens the door. Now he was in a plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You grin and whistle at Aaron as he lets you in the door. Aaron closes the door behind you, making sure to lock it. Aaron comes up behind you and grabs you by your hips before you make it too far into the apartment. You let out a startled gasp before blushing. Aaron chuckles as he leads you further into his apartment, “Payback for that peck.” He was leaning down to talk to you, “Use my bedroom to get changed.” Aaron motions to his room before letting go of you, giving you a soft, playful pat on the ass. You tried to hide your smile as you turned around to glare at him. Aaron just smiles back. Hiding your own smile becomes pointless. You close the bedroom door behind you. You look around, thinking about how the night was going to go. Not wanting to be too presumptuous, you put your bag against the wall away from the bed. You start quickly changing into your comfy clothes, a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

Emerging from Aaron’s bedroom, you sneak over to Jack’s bedroom door, looking in. Aaron is sitting on the ground, playing with Jack. You smile and watch them for a second. It was nice seeing Aaron so happy, it gave you a fluttery feeling in your stomach. After enjoying the moment, you decide to move into the room, “So what's the plan?” You sit down next to Aaron and look at Jack. Jack was happily playing with action figures as he looked up at you, “I am choosing?” Aaron looks over at you with a smile on his face. You slide your hand across the floor until you reach Aaron’s. Aaron loosely wraps his hand around yours on the ground. You turn your attention back to Jack, “Yep, you know more about having fun than your dad and me, so you're in charge.” Aaron tassels Jack's hair, “That right, buddy.” Jack giggles happily before he goes off and brings over some things to do.

First, it was just playing with figures, after a while switching to legos. When Jack was ready to move on from toys, he chose board games next. With how much Jack looked up to Aaron, it wasn't surprising that the first board game he grabbed was ‘Clue’. Jack pulled the box over to you and Aaron, “Let’s catch bad guys like you and daddy do.” Aaron makes a face and looks at you. You shrug smiling, “‘Clue’ is one of my favorite board games.” Aaron rolls his eyes, “Why am I not surprised?” You make a guilty face, “I suppose I shouldn't be surprised where I ended up career-wise. Though it was not my original plan.” You smile down at Jack as you help him set up the board game. Aaron also helps, “I’m glad you didn't choose a different line of work.” You chuckle, shuffling the cards, “You and me both.” You deal out the cards. You look down at Jack, “If you want, I’ll help you win Jack.” Jack looks up at you, “Really?” Aaron scoffs, “That would be blatant cheating.” You smirk at the man across from you, “Is it cheating when we get outside help? It’s called a consultation.” Aaron glares at you, smiling, “You're pushing it.” You put your hand to your chest in mock offense, “Jack, you're the boss. Would it be cheating or not?” Jack makes a face looking between you and his father, “We all help each other.” You hum happily, “You know you dad says the same thing at work, right?” You can feel Aaron watching you. Jack excitedly looks at you, “Really?” You nod, “Mhm, he always says ‘It doesn't matter who gets credit for it, as long as the bad guy gets caught.’” You smile at Jack, “That's how you know your daddy is a perfect guy.” Jack beams at his dad, “Daddy is the best!” You smile over at Aaron, “No argument here.” Aaron watches you with intense but happy eyes. You look away, blushing, focusing back on Jack, “Ready to catch the bad guy?” Jack rocks happily, “Yes, please.” You all start playing. Completely messing up the rules of the game in order to ‘consulate’ with each other. Obviously, you and Aaron slowly set it up so that Jack will end up winning.

When Jack won, he proudly announced it, “I got the bad guy.” You help Aaron cleanup as he talks to his son, “Good job, buddy. Even beat two professionals.” You laugh, finishing putting the game away, “You know what we get to do when we catch the bad guy?” Jack looks at you, curiously. You start standing up, “We get to fly on a special plane.” You gently pick Jack up before fully standing up. Jack giggles as you hold him. Aaron watches you with a smile, and you wink at him. You carry Jack out of his room, as you start making plane noises. Once you get to the living room, you dramatically fake fall onto the ground, keeping Jack safe the whole time. Once you're on the ground, you lay on your back, holding Jack up above you. He holds out his arms with a smile, and you continue making plane noises for him. You laugh happily watching Jack have fun, you didn't really care how silly you looked. After a few minutes, Aaron walks into the room, watching you two for a minute. Aaron walks over, “You having fun?” You smile up at both the boys, nodding. Jack squirms around, you move him to the side and let Jack stand on his own. Jack runs and tackles his dad with a hug, “So much fun. Can they come over more often?” Aaron crouches down to pick up his son, looking at you. Aaron smiles, “I think we could do that.” You sit up on your elbows, “Maybe you and daddy can even come sleepover at my place sometime.” Aaron raises his eyebrows, smiling, “That would be really fun, wouldn't it?” Jack beams, “The most fun.” You chuckle, watching the two. Aaron kisses Jack on the cheek, “Why don't you go play while we make dinner?” Jack nods happily, running off as soon as Aaron sets him on the ground.

Aaron walks closer to you, officially towering over you now. You flop back down onto the ground, “The view from down here is pretty nice… I like you in a suit, of course, but…” You grin, “Shorts are also a perfect look on you.” Aaron looked down at you with a smirk, “I’m liking your casual look as well.” You reach your arm up towards him. Aaron leans down and grabs you by your upper arm. You duplicate the action so he can pull you off the floor. It was a simple enough gesture, considering you both had helped each other up in the same way both in the field and during training exercises. You stood up on your feet, coming chest to chest with Aaron. You look up at Aaron and can’t help but smile, “I like how happy you look when we aren't at work.” Aaron smiles back at you, “I have a few good reasons to be.” You smirk as you add, “I thought that scowl was a permanent feature on your face.” Aaron rolls his eyes before lending down to kiss you. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Aaron’s hands rest on your hips. Easily getting lost in the moment until Aaron pulls away, “We need to start making dinner.”

You huff pulling away as well, “I suppose we need food to survive.” Aaron chuckles, walking into the kitchen. You follow behind him, “I have a confession.” When Aaron gets into the kitchen, he turns around to face you. His brow already furrowed, worried. You nervously rub the back of your neck, “I don't know how to cook.” Aaron laughs, “You don't? How have you survived this long?” You shrug, “If it has a box with instructions on it, then I’m good but passed that I’m useless.” Aaron chuckles as he starts pulling some things out of the cabinets. You sigh, “In college, when I probably should have been learning how to cook like an adult should… I decided my studies were more worthwhile.” Aaron smirks, watching you, “That is something Reid would say.” You glare at him, crossing your arms, “Well, that was how I became good enough to get hired at the BAU so jokes on you. If I had not neglected to learn adult stuff, I wouldn't have been good enough for you to hire me.” Aaron laughs again, “You have the instincts. I’m sure you would have still made it in.” You roll your eyes and huff again, “When do we ever have time to make actual meals anyway?” Aaron walks over to you, backing you up until your ass hits the counter. You keep glaring at him. Aaron kisses you softly, “I can cook so you'll be fine.” Aaron pulls away and starts working on dinner, “Just don't tell Rossi… He might stop speaking to you or demand you be fired.” You laugh and pull yourself up to sit on the counter, “We could tell him we were dating, and he would cheer us on. We tell him I can't cook, and he would be pissed… Sounds right.” You sit back and watch Aaron cook.

The dinner was delicious. Sitting at the dining room table with Aaron and Jack gave you the feeling you were a part of a family. Maybe you were moving too fast in your mind. You knew Aaron’s history and would never rush him into anything. You'd have a talk with Aaron later about it. But for now, you couldn't help how you felt. Sitting at this small table, having a nice dinner. Watching Aaron, who you've had feelings for since almost three years ago, looks so happy. While Jack cheerfully talked to both you and Aaron. It felt right, and it made your heart feel so full to be a part of it. So you couldn't help but feel like this is where you belonged.

Once all three of you were finished with dinner, you helped clean up the table. Aaron gently grabs Jack from the table, “Time to get you cleaned up.” Aaron carries Jack back towards the bathroom. You take this chance to start doing dishes. Walking over to the dishwasher, you pop it open. You start looking through the cabinets, figuring out where all the dishes are supposed to go. Aaron walks back into the kitchen, “You didn't need to snoop around.” He teases you. You chuckle, “You caught me, trying to find out all your secrets based on what food you buy and how you organize things.” You turn to him and smile. Aaron started walking into the kitchen, “I can take care of that.” You growl and move quickly enough to physically block him from moving further, “Don’t you dare.” You glare up at him, “You cooked, so I’ll take care of this.” Aaron glares back down at you for a moment before he cracks a smile, “Fine.” He leans down and kisses you softly. You smile as you kiss him back. Breaking the kiss so you can get back to the dishes, humming as you put them away. Aaron goes to check on Jack in the tub every now and then. While you're filling the dishwasher with the dirty dishes, the apartment is filled with Jack’s happy giggling and even Aaron’s laughter. The nice domestic feeling was a pleasant change from anything you were used to.

Right as you finished loading the dishwasher, you heard Aaron and Jack talking. You listen to the water start draining as Aaron speaks, “Pajamas and then bedtime for you, buddy.” Jack whines, “I wanna stay up with you.” Aaron sighs, “It’s getting late.” Jack resorts to begging, “Please daddy, just a little bit longer.” Aaron chuckles and caves, “Fine. Once you get dressed, you can pick a movie.” You chuckle to yourself as you hear Jack making excited noises which are shortly muffled by fabric.

Moments later, Jack comes bolting out of the bathroom, wearing superhero pajamas. Jack runs right to you, “Daddy said we could watch a movie.” You crouch down and smile at Jack, “That's exciting.” Jack tackles you with a hug. You scoop him up in a hug as you stand up. Aaron walks in, seeing you two and smiles. Aaron kisses Jack on the forehead before the three of you head into the living room. You set Jack down, “What movie are you gonna pick?” Jack goes over to the small collection of movies, very carefully looking through them. You sit on the couch, getting comfortable. Jack picks a movie and hands it to his dad. Aaron gets it set up while Jack joins you on the couch, taking the middle cushion. When Aaron comes to sit down, he takes the other end of the sofa. Leaving Jack between the two of you. As the movie starts, you rest your arm on the back of the couch. Jack snuggles up to his dad. Aaron then mimics your gesture and rests his arm on the back of the sofa. He then intertwines your arms. You and Aaron exchanged a smile as the movie starts. You lazily glide your fingers over Aaron’s upper arm. Jack picked Captain America, not surprising considering how much he idolized his dad and the association Jack made between the two. The three of you happily watch the movie.

While you and Jack made it all the way through the movie, Aaron fell asleep at some point. When the movie was over, Jack gave a big yawn, rubbing his eyes lazily. You look over at Jack slowly getting up, he looks from his father to you. You give Jack a small smile, whispering, “Mind if I tuck you in bed tonight since daddy is tired?” Knowing how much Aaron worked and how little time he had, you didn't want to wake him. Jack nods at you. You very carefully untangle your arm from Aaron’s. You wait for a second to see if Aaron starts waking up. When he doesn't, you gently reach down and pick up Jack, “Come on, sweetie.” You smile as you see how tired Jack is, already resting his head against your chest as you carry him. Slowly navigating your way to Jack’s room. When you get into his room, you pull the blanket back. Kneeling down and gently helping him into bed. Jack immediately gets comfy, moving around a bit. When Jack settles, you tuck him into bed. You're about to stand up when Jack looks at you and mumbles, “Read to me?” Jack yawns again, “Daddy does.” You smile down at him, “What book are you currently reading?” Jack shakes his head, “We finished.” You hum softly, “Okay, let me find another one.” You move so you can grab a book. Glancing through the titles, automatically ruling out any books you remember Aaron mentioning before. You land on ‘James and the Giant Peach’, grabbing it and sitting back down by Jack's bed. You open the book and start reading to Jack.

Jack only lasted maybe five pages before he officially passed out. You smile and sit for a second quietly, making sure he doesn't start to wake up again. When he stays sound asleep, you re-tuck him in before standing up. Placing a bookmark in the book before setting it to the side. You look down and watch Jack again for another moment. You had seen so many horrible things at work. It was nice to be able to see good, peaceful moments like this as well. You started heading to the door only to get startled and instantly freeze up when you see someone in the doorway. Aaron had a huge smile on his face, his arms were crossed, and he was leaning on the doorframe leading into Jack’s room. You glared at Aaron, annoyed at yourself for not noticing someone had been watching you. You walk to the door, whispering when you get close enough to Aaron, “How long have you been standing there?” Aaron moves out of your way, “Long enough.” You roll your eyes and walk into Aaron’s room. Aaron follows behind you, quietly closing his bedroom door. You stand there and stare at your bag for a moment, not sure how to proceed.

Before you figured out whether Aaron wanted you to stay the night or not, a question just fell out of your mouth, “I… uh… I wasn't overstepping or anything, right?” Aaron stops next to his bed. His features harden a bit, showing that he is studying you. You quickly add, “You were asleep, and I didn't want to wake you… but I know that…” You let yourself just trail off, not sure how to phrase it. You knew that this situation became a bit more complicated now. It was one thing when you hung out and spent time with Jack when you and Hotch were just friends and co-workers. But now that you and Aaron had expressed romantic feelings for each other, the whole dynamic had shifted slightly. Your hand crosses over your body to nervously rub your arm. Aaron’s features set a bit more before softening. Aaron smiles, “No, your fine. Jack likes you, and you're really good with him.” You smile softly, but your nerves win out. You shift back and forth on your feet. Aaron immediately notices. His eyes shift between you and your bag. Aaron was reading into it, “What's wrong? You haven't moved away from the door, and you put your bag as far away from my bed as you could.” You bite the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact, “I want to make sure I’m not moving too fast.” You let out a sigh and look back at Aaron, “I know your situation and history… and I…” You adjust yourself again, “I'm totally fine with the speed we are moving at. I mean, we have basically been dating for two years without the direct flirting… and without the whole having sex part... “ A smile twitches on your face before you blush and continue, “So… I want to make sure I’m not moving too fast... for you.” You watch Aaron for what seems like an eternity. Aaron's face softens up, and a comforting smile slides onto his face, “I will let you know if we start moving too fast.” You start feeling better, stepping closer. You smile, “So… You want me to stay the night?” Aaron grins and nods, “If you don't get in this bed, I will pick you up and put you in it.” You chuckle and glare at Aaron, standing your ground. He walks over to you, looking down at you, “Last chance.” You shrug and still don't move. Aaron chuckles and sighs. In one quick motion, he grabs you by your legs. Draping you over his shoulder. You gasp and start laughing, “Aaron!” You playfully hit him on the back. Aaron turns off the bedroom light before he moves to the bed. He gives you a light smack on the ass before gently flipping you onto the bed.

You grin up at Aaron. He smiles back down at you before leaning down. Giving you a soft kiss before sliding into his bed next to you. You roll over to face Aaron, “You remember when we had to share a room on a case?” Even in the dim light, you could see Aaron narrow his eyes at you, “About a year ago? Yeah.” You chuckle, “It was a hotel with a huge bed, so we ended up sharing the bed.” Aaron smirks, “I was hoping you forgot about that.” You grin devilishly, “Kinda hard to forget, waking up with my boss spooning me.” Aaron chuckles, covering his face with his hand. “That was a complete accident.” You grin and tease, “It was a HUGE bed, we slept so far apart. That's one hell of an accident.” Aaron moves his hand and glares at you, “How do I know you didn't move closer to me first in your sleep, and then in my sleep, I ended up grabbing you?” You gently grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down for a short kiss, “If that's true, then both of us are at fault.” Aaron kisses you back, his hand moves up to hold the side of your face. Letting yourself get lost in the kiss. When you both pull away, you grin up at Aaron, “Still like being the big spoon?” Aaron just smiles in response, so you roll over. He wraps his arm loosely around you, pulling you close to him. Your back pressed against Aaron’s chest. A content hum leaves you as you melt into Aaron’s hold on you. Easily your eyes fall shut. You let yourself enjoy the secure and comfortable feeling as you slip into sleep.

Continuation of Co-Conspirators – Part 1–Part 2*–Part 3–Part 4–Part 5 –Part 6

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