#only to be framed and wrongfully imprisoned

[reflectingiridescent]

Sophie trying so hard to help Theresa in The Wedding Job hits different after you watch Leverage: Redemption and learn about the multiple people who went to prison for her.

Like a first watch of the episode is like, oh, she wants to help her friend because she's her friend and also her friend has been waiting for her husband for 15 years - and hey, Sophie's been waiting for Nate!

Except Sophie hasn't been waiting for Nate. At least not for several years.

When they met, it was basically love at first sight (or at least a lustful fascination that turned into something more), but we know she figured he was virtuous and would stay with his wife. She was having fun at first because she didn't think anything would happen (The Miracle Job; see also 'I wasn't tempted when I knew it was locked up' in The Frame-Up Job which is about the painting but...we can read into it further lol). Nate's marriage has only broken up 2 years before this, and his son was the main factor in that. Sophie would know that. Everyone knows about Nate's son. So like, yeah, Nate would have been single. But available? No.

So really, Nate hasn't been a real possibility for Sophie until he showed up at her stage door.

Is it possible it's still about Sophie waiting for Nate? I mean, sure. She's a giant romantic, who has been suddenly confronted with the possibility that this guy she's had a thing for for years is definitely into her too and is down to pursue that (like...kinda).

But we can also read that scene as Sophie trying to get Nate to sign off on helping her friend (because he runs the crew at this point, right?). First, she appeals to Nate's deep need for revenge (which is also what she does in The First David Job). And when that doesn't really seem to work, she then appeals to waiting for someone for several years, a nod to the connection that she and Nate have?

Nate was the one who came after her, after all. She has no reason at this point to believe that that's not where they're headed.

Meanwhile, Sophie's been undergoing her own transformation, one that started before she met the crew. She walked away from grifting, was genuinely trying to live as an honest (albeit wealthy!!!) citizen. And in the intended watch order, the episode before this (The Homecoming Job) was about how much harder it was for the former criminals to use their skills for good. But everyone doubled down and committed after that episode (at least for a little while longer).

So is it possible that Sophie may have also seen the possibility to make some amends for someone wrongfully imprisoned, in a way she wasn't able to do for her London crew so many years ago? Like I think so. Sophie spends a lot of s1 flirting with Nate, but like a lot of the crew, she's also flirting with being a good person - and what that means and entails.

[buttercandy16]

Asylum

Chapter Three: Tangled Webs

PAIRING(s): Psychiatrist!Agatha Harkness x Patient!Reader x Inmate!Rio Vidal

SUMMARY: Wrongfully imprisoned, Reader becomes the obsession of Agatha, a cunning psychiatrist, and Rio, a fiery inmate. Together, they’ll ensure she’s theirs—forever.

WARNING(s): Obsession, Manipulation, Violence, Confinement, Madness, Dubcon, and Betrayal.

A/N: Getting impatient so I've written the chapters a little bit longer this time, lol. 💜💚

The asylum corridors stretched endlessly, the hum of fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow against the pale walls. You walked with purpose—or as much as you could muster with the guards escorting you back from another monotonous group therapy session. The others had shuffled out, their faces blank or twitching with nervous energy, but you had lingered, reluctant to return to the silence of your cell.

Still, something about this day felt heavier, as though the walls themselves were closing in.

You let your eyes wander to the narrow windows set high in the walls. They offered no view of the outside world, just streaks of faint sunlight blotted by grime. You hadn’t breathed fresh air since the courtyard incident two days ago—the day both Agatha and Rio had laid their first unmistakable claims on you.

Since then, things had only gotten worse.

Agatha was growing more possessive, though she cloaked it under the guise of "help." Her nightly visits were no longer requests—they were commands.

"How are you feeling today?" she would begin, pulling her chair closer to the foot of your bed, her body radiating professional detachment. But her eyes betrayed her, glinting with something far darker.

The questions always began the same. Innocuous. Gentle. But as her visits stretched longer, her inquiries became probing, almost intimate.

"Tell me about your dreams," she asked one night, her voice a low hum that wrapped around you like a coil.

"Why does it matter?" you countered, trying to erect barriers against her quiet, predatory intensity.

"Dreams are where the mind reveals itself, darling," she replied, the endearment slipping from her lips with a slow, deliberate precision.

She leaned closer, her face framed by the cold fluorescent glow. Her eyes, sharp and bottomless, felt as though they could see everything you wanted to keep hidden.

“Is someone here making you... uncomfortable?” Agatha pressed, her tone soft but edged with deadly purpose. “Rio, perhaps?”

Your stomach twisted. Agatha had developed a habit of bringing up Rio unprompted, usually just before slipping in warnings: She’s dangerous. You mustn’t trust her. Tell me if she bothers you.

And then there were Rio’s games.

Unlike Agatha’s cold calculation, Rio’s attention burned. Her obsession wasn’t hidden behind masks of professionalism—it was raw, wild, and impossible to ignore.

She found you in the common areas, corners of hallways, even the cafeteria line. Wherever you tried to blend into the background, she pulled you out, commanding your attention like it belonged solely to her.

“Eat with me,” she demanded one afternoon, her tray thudding down beside yours without hesitation.

You opened your mouth to argue, but Rio was already pulling your chair closer to hers with one long arm, the metal scraping loudly. The eyes of the other patients turned briefly toward you both before averting just as quickly—no one dared cross Rio Vidal.

“Look at you, sitting all stiff like someone’s about to shank you,” she said, biting into an apple, her teeth slicing through the flesh with a sharp crack. “Relax. I don’t bite.”

The sharpness in her grin told you that was a lie.

You focused on your food, ignoring the prickling heat of her gaze as it roamed over you.

“Bet it drives Agatha crazy,” Rio mused suddenly, her voice dropping low. She shifted closer, her breath brushing the side of your face. “The way I keep talking to you. She watches, you know. She always watches.”

“I—what?” you stammered, glancing toward her.

Rio chuckled, leaning back and tossing her apple core carelessly onto her tray. “Sweetheart, don’t play dumb. She’s obsessed with you.” Her eyes glinted with amusement, but her smile quickly turned predatory. “Not that I blame her. You're special. Different from all the broken toys here.”

Your throat tightened as you tried to process her words. Rio was lying—or was she?

“She wants to own you,” Rio continued, her voice dropping lower, dangerously intimate. “Just like I do.”

Her words were like a slap, and your hand trembled as you set down your fork.

“I don’t belong here,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

Rio’s expression shifted for a split second, something unreadable flickering behind her confidence. Then, she reached across the table, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“That’s where you’re wrong, mi amor.” Her grin turned wicked. “You’re exactly where you need to be.”

When Agatha appeared in your doorway that night, you weren’t surprised. The light in the hallway framed her figure, tall and commanding as ever, though there was something different in her expression—a tightness in her jaw, an edge to her gaze.

"May I come in?" she asked, though you knew it wasn’t a question.

You nodded reluctantly, retreating to the far corner of the room as she stepped inside.

Agatha closed the door with deliberate care before turning her full attention to you. She didn’t sit this time, instead choosing to hover close, her presence suffocating in the small space.

"Rio speaks to you often," she said abruptly, skipping all pretense.

You froze, panic fluttering in your chest. How much did she know?

"She's dangerous," Agatha continued, her tone as cold as the steel walls surrounding you. "Impulsive. Unstable. You must be careful."

“She’s...” You paused, uncertain whether to defend Rio or stay silent. “She hasn’t hurt me.”

Agatha tilted her head, her dark hair catching the faint glow of the overhead light. For a moment, you saw something flicker in her expression—a mix of disappointment and... jealousy?

“Not yet,” she said finally. Her voice softened as she took a step closer. “But she will, darling. That’s what she does. She destroys everything she touches.”

Her hand reached out, brushing against your arm. You tried not to flinch, but your discomfort must have shown because Agatha’s lips curved into a smile, one that was meant to soothe but only made your skin crawl.

“You’re fragile,” she said softly, almost to herself. “You need someone to protect you.”

She didn’t need to finish the thought for you to know who she meant.

Hours later, when sleep evaded you, the sounds of the asylum echoed eerily in the darkness: the distant murmur of a night guard’s radio, the soft cries of another patient two rooms down, the clanging of a metal tray.

And beneath it all, a faint whisper—one growing louder.

When your door creaked open, panic shot through your veins. Your breath caught in your throat as Rio’s familiar silhouette slid into the room, her movements fluid and silent as a cat’s.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you hissed, heart hammering against your ribs.

Rio smirked, leaning back against the wall as she crossed her arms. “Relax, sweetheart. Just thought you might want some company.”

She stepped closer, the dim light from the hallway casting shadows across her face. “She’s got her hooks in you, doesn’t she?” Rio asked, her voice soft yet charged. “Agatha. She’ll convince you that she’s the hero in this little story, but let me tell you something.”

Her hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet her burning gaze.

“Heroes don’t exist in here,” Rio whispered. “Only survivors.”

Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes before she turned and slipped back into the shadows.

But her parting words stayed with you, an ominous echo of the tangled web ensnaring you.

The days in the asylum passed in a haze of monotony and growing dread, the line between reality and nightmare fraying at the edges. Every corner of the facility seemed to hum with a tension that you couldn’t shake, leaving your skin perpetually prickling as though you were being watched. And in truth, you always were.

Rio’s smoldering presence and Agatha’s calculated grip formed a prison within the asylum itself—a labyrinth with no way out.

But something new had begun to take root within you. Fear, yes, but also something more potent. A gnawing awareness of how deeply entangled you were in their obsession, like prey ensnared in a web woven by two hunters.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could stay sane.

The nightmares began subtly—flashes of Rio’s gaze boring into you, Agatha’s hand brushing yours with possessive care, rooms filled with distorted laughter or walls closing in. But they grew sharper over time.

One night, you startled awake, heart pounding, after dreaming of Agatha standing over you, her hands ghosting down your arms like you were a fragile doll she was piecing back together. Her whisper echoed in your ears even as you sat in the dark, wide awake.

“You’ll always belong to me.”

Even hours after waking, the weight of her imagined touch lingered, sending chills down your spine.

Waking hours weren’t much better. The asylum was never loud, but recently, every sound seemed sharper—every scrape of shoes on the tile, every hushed conversation. Were they talking about you? Watching you?

Rio and Agatha’s presence had grown suffocatingly frequent.

Rio slipped notes beneath your tray at breakfast, always crude but strangely charged: You looked lonely last night, or You don’t want her; you want me.

Then there was Agatha. She circled your mind like a vulture, appearing during therapy sessions, during nighttime "check-ins," and sometimes in your peripheral vision when you least expected her.

"Are you feeling better today?" she asked one morning as she approached your table, her voice dripping with concern but her gaze cool, calculating.

You stammered a reply, but her next words cut through your panic like a scalpel.

"I saw Rio talking to you again," Agatha said, her tone conversational but her meaning clear.

"She’s not dangerous," you found yourself saying before you realized it, almost defensively.

Agatha tilted her head, and something flashed in her expression—a flicker of annoyance, quickly replaced by calm control. She crouched beside you, her long fingers curling lightly around your wrist.

"I understand why you might think that," she murmured, her voice almost hypnotic. "But people like her... they thrive on breaking things. On breaking people."

Your pulse thudded beneath her touch, not from fear this time, but from a growing sense of suffocation.

“I don’t want you speaking with her anymore,” Agatha said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

But that wasn’t something you could promise. Rio wasn’t someone you could simply avoid. She found you wherever you went—pulling you into corners, whispering dangerous secrets in your ear.

One afternoon, she cornered you in the hallway leading to your cell, her smile sharp as she twirled a thread from her sleeve.

“You’re looking... jittery,” she teased, her tone half-amused but tinged with something darker. “Let me guess—Agatha’s been filling your head with her usual crap about me?”

You glared at her but didn’t answer, pushing past her, only for her hand to shoot out and snag your wrist.

“Hey, chica, I’m trying to help you,” she said, her tone dropping as she tugged you back, her eyes boring into yours. “Agatha’s got a nice little fantasy running in her head, and trust me—you don’t want to star in it.”

“What do you want, Rio?” you snapped, the weight of your fear and anger finally pushing words past your lips.

Her expression shifted then, her confidence faltering just slightly. “I don’t want her to own you,” Rio said softly. “I’m not lying when I say you’re special. Too special to let her twist you into something you’re not.”

Her hand loosened, and she stepped back, giving you space to move. But you hesitated, the words she left hanging in the air sinking deeper into your mind.

"Think about it, mi amor. You're not crazy. But staying here? It’ll make you crazy. Trust me—I know."

The cracks in your psyche widened that night, your head spinning as you tried to unpack everything that had been said to you. Agatha’s reassurances, Rio’s cryptic warnings—both felt like chains dragging you deeper into the asylum’s abyss.

But their words weren’t the worst of it.

What terrified you most was the growing sense that they were both right—and both wrong—at the same time.

You pressed yourself against the cold wall of your cell, desperate to reclaim the person you used to be before this nightmare. Your fingers traced the faint scratch marks etched into the walls, left by previous tenants whose desperation had taken different forms.

Would that be you someday?

When a sharp knock broke through the thick silence, you flinched violently.

Agatha entered a second later, her presence commanding as she shut the door behind her.

"You look tired," she said softly, her piercing eyes taking you in as though cataloging every crack in your facade. "Are the nightmares worse?"

You hesitated, and she took your silence as a confession.

“We’ll get through this, darling,” she murmured, sitting beside you on the narrow cot. The bed dipped under her weight, her closeness sending ripples of unease through you.

“You and I?” Agatha continued, her voice quiet but resolute. “We’re going to fix what they broke in you.”

You froze, realizing she didn’t see you as the person you were—but as something she wanted to mold, something broken that she could claim.

When morning came, you expected Agatha’s grip on you to relent, but instead, you found Rio waiting by your cell door, her wild grin sharper than usual.

“Morning, beautiful,” she said, tipping an imaginary hat. “Let’s skip breakfast, yeah?”

You shook your head. “I can’t—”

But before you could protest further, she grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hallway, her pace quick and assured.

“Rio, where are we going?” you hissed, panicking as you glanced around for guards.

She stopped abruptly, spinning to face you and gripping your shoulders with alarming intensity.

“Out.”

The way her eyes burned sent your head spinning.

“I’m getting you out of here.”

Her words, combined with Agatha’s controlling presence, twisted into a knot deep inside your chest. Was escape even possible? Was it what you wanted?

One thing was clear as Rio and Agatha loomed larger in your mind:

You were losing yourself.

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[beuxwhoyouare]

Imprisoned

Griffin Anders sat in the cold, sterile cell, his mind still obsessing with the thoughts of the broken system that had brought him here. The hum of the technologically advanced rehabilitation system echoed through the prison, a constant reminder of the tech he had once believed in. Griffin, a once promising prodigy, had dedicated his life to developing a company creating advanced VR systems, only to find himself wrongfully framed and trapped in a program using the very technology he had helped create. His former business partner stole the technology and sold it to for-profit systems, but not before framing Griffin for embezzlement.

Today was different, though. Today, as Griffin was being escorted by guards to the VR chamber where he would undergo another session designed to "reform" his behavior, he felt like maybe this could be a good day. Griffin knew better than to trust the system, but he played along, hoping to find a way to prove his innocence.

The Better Days Protocol was meant for entertainment at first, but Griffin's former partner whored it out and sold it to anyone to help them fulfill their demented dreams. A life-like VR experience created a sandbox for users to create their wildest fantasies. The prison system capitalized on it and used to help reform prisoners to get ready for the real world...assuming they were ever released.

Per his charges, Griffin was in the financial crimes reform group. Since these criminals weren't violent offenders, it was one of the few that civilian volunteers could take part in. Icarus University was known for their Football program but often a few troublemakers made their way on the team and instead of getting arrested for DUI's and other petty crimes, the team bartered a deal to get their athletes volunteering at the jail. It's like scared straight except to many athletes it was just seen as a nuisance.

As the VR headset descended over his eyes, Griffin took a deep breath and prepared for the simulation. The world around him dissolved into a digital landscape, a meticulously crafted environment meant to challenge and change him.

Griffin was doing virtual shopkeeping. He had to be a VR cashier for a certain amount of hours to knock time off his sentence, that's when Icarus U's star running back Emmanuel walked in. Not only was Emmanuel the teams shining star, he was the son of his former partner.

Opportunity fell into the geniuses lap and he was shocked in the moment. He knew he couldn't let this moment pass him. He stopped Emmanuel for small talk, aiming to learn more.

"So what brings you to the shop dude?" Griffin tried to play off as if he wasn't analyzing the spawn of his mortal enemy.

"Uh I don't know what to say. I'm just here to finish my hours dude. Can you just pretend to scan this and I can go." the towering athlete snarked back.

"Well how many hours do you have left? The simulation only lets you do 4 hour increments." the scientist said knowing that would shock Emmanuel.

"Bro what? I have like 26 hours?! I thought I could just do like 3 long days? That's going to take me like weeks."

Clearly numbers weren't Emmanuel's strength, Griffin thought to himself. But now he knew he had some time to work on his plan. He dismissed the young man as he quickly devised the next steps.

The Better Days Protocol was Griffin's baby and he knew it like the back of his palm. He began working on code in his head that he would go in and tweak every time he was inside, in anticipation for the next time Emmanuel walked in.

Days passed before thee day arrived. Emmanuel giddily walked into the virtual shop. He told the shopkeeper that today was finally going to be his last working in the simulation. If he only knew. Griffin sold him the virtual drink he asked to purchase but with a special twist. As he clicked it open and fake guzzled down the drink it hopefully worked as Griffin hoped. The tech wiz knew he was good at programming but was he good enough to stage my escape? We're about to find out.

The prisoner shift was ending before Emmanuel's log out which was the only way this would have worked. Griffin's log out screen popped up and began glitching...this is it....rerouting his exit port Griffin slammed the log out button and held his eyes shut eager but wary to have his new truth confirmed by his eyes.

He began to lift the VR headset from his head. As he looked down, he found himself in an unfamiliar body, surrounded by the bustling energy of a college campus. He looked down at his hands, now darker, strong and athletic. He realized he was no longer in his own body. The former white aging programming engineer gamed the system to exit the Better Days Protocol in a different host body. It was the perfect karma to get back at his former business partner.

Griffin revelled at the many ways he could potentially get back at his partner. Could he frame his now father? Could he just pretend to be Emmanuel and that be satisfaction enough knowing he had robbed him of the son he loved and raised? As he continued thinking about ways to extract revenge he walked out of the room he was in to realize he was in the IU locker room. A mirror awaited his new reflection in front of him. So many thoughts ran through the nerds head but his giddiness fueled him to begin stripping regardless of who was nearby.

Peeling off the t-shirt, Griffin revealed an insanely muscled torso. If he wasn't driving the ship, he would have thought this physique was only achievable through balloons. Everything looked so inflated he had never been so close to so much muscle he kept poking and prodding each of the new muscles gracing his frame. This went from soft when relaxed to hard as stone when he braced.

The virility of his new body felt overwhelming. He just wanted to rub one out or also rub every single muscle as he explored this massive new body. Jesus everything's big he realized as he kept stripping, before realizing he was in a semi-public place still. He gathered his clothes and put them on, deciding against putting his shirt back on as he riffled through his new wallet searching for his home address.

Emmanuel spent his days reading and coding through all nighters for years. This was the complete opposite of his life experience. Someone who spent nearly every waking hour working out in a gym, doing drills, eating pounds and pounds of protein.

Griffin fumbled into the house that opened with his new keys as he began taking off his clothes once again.

A mirror in one bedroom helped him capture just how commanding his new physique really was. Griffin decided he had waited long enough and took off the tiny underwear hiding his new python....He could feel the blood rushing to it and needed to know just how it felt to take hold.

"Je-sus Unhh." he gasped as he quickly grunted and took both hands rocking his hips back and forth. In his previous life this would have been a quick and relatively demure affair, but not in this body. He lost track of time as he just kept pumping and pumping. The endurance he now possessed felt almost...selfish to not share. Instead of finishing, he downloaded an app and began his hunt to find the nearest twink to share his new gifts with...for science of course.

[mj-iza-writer]

Dare I suggest one of my favourite tropes ?

Whumpee wrongfully locked up in a psych ward, and being driven mad by the imprisonment. 19th century psych wards are so good for that.

When he's rescued, caretaker can't recognise him anymore.

Love your work !

- @whumpisgoodwhumpislife

Yes, I got so excited when this request came through. Asylum history is one of my favorites, and it has been a special interest of mine for almost fifteen years now. I hope this is to your liking.

Sorry it got a bit long. -Mj

Disclaimer, before you read: thus story does use rude language toward the mentally ill. That is due to the time frame of when this story is set. Unfortunately it was a dark time back then, I have studied this part of history for years. Nit a good time for the mentally ill. Thankfully a few people led the way to benefit these persons. Dorothea Dix being one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy this story.

Caretaker had only left them outside for a few minutes. They just needed to grab a cloth to wipe some spilt water from Whumpee's shirt.

Whumpee accidentally dribbled some of their drink and was bound to do it again.

Caretaker whistled as they started back outside.

They looked outside and saw Whumpee being carried away on horse.

Whumpee's screams matched Caretaker's.

"Stop.... where are you taking them?" Caretaker yelled, "where are you going with my sibling."

Someone rode back to Caretaker until they were a few feet away, "the mad one is being taken to the State Hospital. It is too dangerous to have someone like them out here with us."

"Someone like?", Caretaker was taken back, "they were just sitting by the tree in their wheel chair", Caretaker looked at the tree and saw the chair had been flipped.

"You flipped their chair?", Caretaker frowned.

"The hospital will be just fine for them. You can rest easy", the person turned and road off.

Whumpee continued to scream even when Caretaker couldn't see them anymore.

Caretaker cursed as they lifted the wheel chair and found it had been broken along the seat. Whumpee's blankets laid disheveled on the ground.

"Ma made these", Caretaker mumbled as they tried to shake them off.

Caretaker spun around as they heard a horse approaching.

"I just saw them ride by with Whumpee. Where are they going?", Caretaker's father called as they got closer.

"Th-they must have been watching the house. I went inside to get a cloth to wipe some water off of Whumpee. I came back and they were riding off. They said the state hospital", Caretaker cried, "I was gone for a moment."

"No no no", Caretaker's father turned their horse and raced after them.

"I told those bastards no", Caretaker's father sat in the jail with the sherif, "they came onto my property. Attacked my child, and stole. I have signed papers that said Whumpee was to stay with us. Caretaker wants to take care of them so they can practice doctoring. Whumpee was perfectly content with the situation."

"There is nothing I can do Darryn", the sheriff frowned, "I'm sorry, but they have papers that are above even me. It's state run", they sighed, "maybe it's a good thing. Whumpee might be getting help. It is state run after all."

"No, the best thing is for them to stay with their family. These people have over stepped", Darryn set his jaw angrily, "they kidnapped my child... just because they are a  little different from every one else. I told them no."

"In a few months the judge will be around. What I suggest is preparing a case to take to them. They will be over to go against the orders set on Whumpee. Maybe they will agree", the sheriff sighed, "I am truly sorry, but my hands are tied."

Darryn slowly rode home. Defeat weighed heavily on their shoulders.

Caretaker and the family watched as Darryn dismounted.

"I-I shouldn't have left them pa... I'm sorry", Caretaker sobbed.

"It's not your fault Caretaker. You didn't know. You were taking care of our Whumpee", Darryn hugged Caretaker close, "there are some horrible people around. The moment someone who doesn't quite fit in sticks out... well these people just don't understand. It's not your fault."

"Can we get them back?", Ma spoke up.

"Oh we are getting them back. They took my kid, you don't do that to a man", Darryn frowned, "Sheriff can't do anything as it is run by the state. They said the judge is to be here in three months. We need to work on our case and present it to the judge."

"Three months? What about Whumpee?", Caretaker wept.

"I... there is nothing we can do", Darryn sighed, "nothing. Whumpee might be a little different, but they are strong. I believe they will be alright."

Three months passed slowly, but finally the judge came.

The sheriff had rode about a mile out to meet them as they rode in.

This would give Sheriff enough time to explain Whumpee's case before the family piled into the office. They were called upon soon after.

"Your honor" Darryn started, "my child was taken from us. We want them back."

"Yes, Sheriff told me some of this already. You said you had papers that said you denied them the right to take Whumpee, but they were still taken."

"Yes your honor", Darryn nodded and handed the forms.

"My that is a lot of papers", the judge looked up.

"Yes, they asked many many times. Even harassing my other children and my wife", Darryn explained, "I've had to chase them away from my property.... as they would set camp nearby."

"I see... I wonder what their interest was in your child. I haven't had a case like this before. So what are you looking for me to do", the judge looked over the notes.

"We really just want our baby back. Whumpee may require special care, but we made it work. We would like to at least stop this from happening to others as well. Our family hasn't been the same without Whumpee."

"So you say made it work? How do you mean?", the judge leaned back.

"Caretaker here, this is my oldest. They want to become a doctor. They took care of Whumpee. They were, unfortunately, the one who Whumpee was stolen from."

"Oh?", the judge looked at Caretaker.

Caretaker nodded, "I was outside with Whumpee. We were just going to sit in the sun, and I was going to read. They like it when you read to them. They dribbled some water from their mouths, so I just ran in for a cloth to wipe them off. When I came back, the wheel chair was knocked over and broken. They were racing off with Whumpee. My Pa came right after."

"Your honor, they were stalking my kids. Ready to steal when they saw their chance", Darryn tried to contain their anger.

The judge nodded, "I agree with you. I will take this case as a top priority. I will call on the hospital to come and give me their statement. They will be required to return your child to you. Let's see if we can get some support because of the troubles they've caused."

It took a few days to get officials of the hospital to come back to the town.

Darryn and their family almost jumped out of their skin when they heard Whumpee's wailing outside of the courtroom.

"I've never heard them yell like that", Caretaker whispered to their father, who nodded in reply.

Everyone watched in astonishment when the door opened and Whumpee was pushed in.

"Wh-why are their hands tied to the chair?", Darryn whispered hoarsely, "what have you done to my child?"

Whumpee fought against the restraints. Their skin was caked with dirt and who knows what else.

"Ca... Ca... Ca", Whumpee looked up at Caretaker, and fought against the restraints.

Caretaker bolted to Whumpee's side.

The officials attempted to stand in the way, but Caretaker knocked them over.

"Get out of my way", Caretaker yelled.

The judge sat with their jaw dropped.

"I'm here, I'm here Whumpee", Caretaker started to untie their wrist, but hurried to cup Whumpee's face to comfort them, "I am so sorry."

Whumpee cried as Caretaker continued to comfort them.

The judge looked toward the town doctor who had been invited to sit in.

"Doc, can you confirm that this is how Whumpee looked... before they were taken away?", the judge felt a lump in their throat.

"No, Whumpee did not look this. Whumpee was not so frail and... and they at least had some sense. This is not the one I took care of", the Doc stared at Whumpee, "I taught Caretaker how to take care of Whumpee. They did good work for their sibling. I can tell you Caretaker would never allow Whumpee to look li..like this."

"Thanyou Doc", the Judge nodded, "I expected that."

The judge turned to look at Darryn, "Darryn what are you thinking?"

Darryn stared at Whumpee. Their throat closed as they choked back tears.

"How could someone do this to... that's my child. Kidnapped from my home. What have they done to my kid?", Darryn felt tears slide down their cheek.

They hugged their wife close as she cried uncontrollably.

"I will now hear from the officials of the hospital", Judge looked at them, "you both have some explaining to do. How did you think it was alright to bring them looking like that?"

"They received the care they required in our hospital. We do believe that with a little while longer, they will be a great addition to civilization. They are still too wild at this point. Still an animal."

"That doesn't answer my questions", the judge frowned, "let's start here. Why were their hands tied to the chair?"

"A wild beast must be taught properly. They will do mischief to themself or others if not tied down and beaten", the hospital officials looked toward Whumpee, "this is the most settled they've been since they came into our care. It is working."

"They are only settled because they are in my arms", Caretaker yelled forcibly as they hugged Whumpee closer into their chest.

"Tell me about the care they received", the judge dared ask.

The officials looked at each other, "you have no right to ask."

"Oh, I do though", the judge furrowed their brows, "this family has a right to know."

"Lunatics require domination. They were whipped and bled repeatedly. They would give us a quiet night when beaten to the verge of passing out. We would give them drugs in their food to make them sick. This brings even the strongest willed patients to a behaved state."

"They're missing some teeth", Doc, who had decided to help Caretaker look over Whumpee, spoke up, "it was nothing done here in town."

"Yes they had a biting problem", the officials explained, "we removed teeth to teach them better."

"I've heard enough", the judge looked at Whumpee, "the fact this dear one went through all of this. To think other patients are going through the same procedures", the judge sighed, "Whumpee is to be returned to their family. Their family is to receive funds to help care for them. Justice will be served. You may never touch them again. I will do everything in my power to ensure this hospital and others like it are searched and brought to order. No one should ever be treated like this. Mad or not."

"They are not human though. Only a beast", the officials argued and walked toward Whumpee.

Caretaker stepped in front of Whumpee to block them, Darryn and Doc also stepped up.

"How dare you limit this great movement in medical science. We are making history", the officials stepped back.

"Not with my child", Darryn growled.

"Sheriff arrest those two. A full investigation will be brought upon the hospital", the judge ordered, "Darryn I will talk with you tomorrow on what your family will require for Whumpee's care. Recess for today."

"You can't do this", the officials yelled as the sheriff and two deputies dragged them out.

"Doc, do they look alright?", Caretaker held Whumpee's hand as Doc did an exam.

Whumpee shook nervously as Doc worked.

"They will need a lot of care. Not just physically, but they need some good loving from your family. They are terrified. They also need some good rest and some good food."

Caretaker nodded, "Ma and Pa hurried home to get to work."

"I will ride out to your home in a few days to see how they are settling. I think when they see that they are safe, and in your care again, they should settle. It will be a lot of work. Are you ready for this?"

Caretaker looked at Whumpee lovingly, "wh-what if I make another mistake."

"Another mistake? What was your first?", Doc looked up curiously.

"I took my eyes off of them", Caretaker frowned, "then all of this. I don't deserve their forgiveness."

"You walked away to get them something. You were caring for your sibling in the normal way. You didn't know people were there to take Whumpee from you", Doc sighed, "unfortunately we definitely can see how far Whumpee can be pushed. I think any mistakes you do make won't even compare to the hell they just survived. Mistakes are human, I even make mistakes."

"Ca... Ca... Ca" Whumpee reached for Caretaker.

"Seems to me they already forgive you and are ready to have you take care of them again. Are you ready to take on the responsibility again?"

Caretaker reached for Whumpee's hand and gently squeezed it, "I am."

"Slow down Whumpee" Caretaker shoveled another spoonful into Whumpee's eager mouth.

"Look at them... they are starved. It must feel good to eat with no worries about the drugs", Ma watched, "my poor baby."

"Eh", Whumpee whined.

"I'm coming. I need to eat to", Caretaker smiled, "Doc says the drugged food was to get them to be nauseous or to get them to sleep. They had overheard some people talking when they were out of town."

"My poor baby", Ma repeated, "they can eat all they want."

"Doc says to be careful. They could get an upset stomach of they eat too much too quickly."

"Maybe after dinner we can gather around and Caretaker could read to us again", Darryn looked up, "it's been a while."

Caretaker nodded, "we can do that pa."

Darryn got the fire going again and joined his family. Caretaker reached for the book their family had been reading through before Whumpee was taken.

Whumpee rested in their Ma's arms.

"We have our baby back", Ma played with Whumpee's fingers like they use to play.

Caretaker smiled at their family as they wiped away some dust from the book.

"We have our family together again', Caretaker smiled at their Pa.

Darryn smiled as they nodded.

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anon: can you write a ghost x reader fic about y/n being wrongfully accused of being a spy and she makes a run for it and ghost finds her? YESSSS . LOVE ITTTT

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The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

- Heavy footsteps, the air thick, the wall in front of you even thicker. Never did you think that beige wallpaper would be such an obstacle in your way as the echoing sound of footsteps gain on you. The door is shut tight, but the room is still under construction and lacks any furniture to help barricade you in. There isn't even a fucking closet for you to hide in. The only thing other than light brown plank flooring and a door with a half-painted white frame, was a window overlooking a yard.

It was roughly a five-story drop- too high to continue your run unscathed, but at this point, you've got some pretty heavy options to weigh. On one hand, potentially cut your life short, on the other, get caught and dragged out fighting.

Not that it would be much of a fight. You didn't even have time to grab your gun or knife before you made your escape.

Your heart aches. This wasn't right. While you weren't sure what dirt Shepherd had on you, what documents had been falsified as evidence of your alleged 'treason', but whatever they were they must have been pretty damn convincing to have Graves up in arms almost instantaneously. Tears bite at your eyes- had been since you first ran, but now they were heavier. Angrier. You wipe them harshly and red blotches bubble at your cheeks.

Shaking, you bring your radio to your lips. You can't hear them, but they can surely hear you, switched to a different station so you couldn't use their chatter to work around them.

"Please," you damn near sob. "Please, there's a mistake. There's been a fucking mistake, I haven't done anything. You really think I'd do this to you guys of all people?"

Grave answers your pleads like a poison, settling deep into your lungs, replacing all the air in its wake.

"Enough running. Come out and no one has to get hurt."

There was no use in arguing, you realized. They would never hear of it- not the people that truly mattered when it came to imprisonment, anyways. Even if you could convince your humble squad of your innocence, it would never hold up in the end. Besides that, by the way Graves spoke to you, the way he had looked at you, like you were a fucking bug that needed squashing, told you all you needed to know when it came to fighting against Shepherd's allegations.

You knew, ultimately, that running wasn't going to exactly help your case, but you didn't know what else to do. It felt like everyone had turned against you in a moment. You hadn't even had time to process anything. One moment you were joking with your crew, and Graves scampered off the take a rather important call.

Shepherd, was all he had said before disappearing.

And god, when he came back, red-faced and tense, the accusations poured.

Soap tried to defend you. Ghost fought to question, to figure out what the fuck was happening, but the supposed 'evidence' was apparently damning enough to convince Graves through and through that you were a spy.

A rat.

Ghost's voice, laced with desperation and confusion, when Graves began to 'explain' your betrayal haunted you. More so than the act of being accused of treason, even. You just stared at him, past that skull mask, into those familiar dark eyes. Even now, as you ran for what could possibly be your life, that half-hidden expression was all you could see.

The moment Graves brought up arresting you, and even moved to try and grab you, your brain damn near malfunctioned. Your body reacted on its own.

You fucking ran.

Though you weren't sure how someone had found you, this was the position you were in now. The curtains blew out with the breeze, soft and inviting, almost like it was beckoning your jump. They unfurl before you like great wings, and you stare down at the green grass below. You'd surely be crippled by this fall. If not that, it could very well kill you.

Your heart seizes, your lungs struggle to take in air as panic begins to sets in like vines creeping over your nerves. For a moment, you freeze. There was no other way out.

But then there's a slam on the door behind you, so great that the frame creaks and sharp chunks of wood launch off and scatter onto the floor around you. You flinch and your body once again takes priority over your mind, tossing your leg over the sill and swallowing hard. You're going to have to make the jump for it.

You heave yourself up and over, planting your feet flat on the sill, your entire body shaking with both fear of the leap and the deeper issue at present. One hand braces against the top of the window, the other covering your mouth.

Behind you, the door bursts open. Wood splints and tears as it slams into the wall.

"Enough!" A voice shouts, thick with accent and heavy breaths. "You're going to break every damn bone in your body."

You can practically feel Ghost's gun pointed straight at you. You cringe.

Would he pull the trigger?

"Might as well do it now before someone else does trying to beat a confession out of me that'll never fucking come." You didn't mean for your voice to carry so sharp, so laced with the pain and hurt of being hunted by your own friends.

By Ghost, of all people.

How could he be so fucking blind after everything you'd been through together? You wanted to reach out and smack him upside the head. You'd patched each other up more times than you could count, you trusted him with your life, he'd trusted you with his.

Or so, you had always thought.

But the way he's looking at you has to second guessing.

But, ultimately, you knew the game at play. He was a good soldier- the best. He was a former lone wolf, distrustful to his core. You'd worked so fucking hard to get close with him and now it was all crumbling down. Even if you stayed and explained yourself, there would be no point. You would be arrested, processed, thrown in jail labeled a traitor to your country and more people than not would be celebrating it. You'd never see the light of day- shackled and stuffed into a prison so far off the map that God himself would struggle to find you.

And you would be damned if you were going to just sit there and accept your fate. Even if it meant you appeared just as guilty as Shepherd had painted you. You just needed to get away for a bit, collect yourself, and have the time to figure out what the hell was going on. But it seemed that was never in the cards for you. 

The ground below looks menacing, but more forgiving than the fate that awaits you.

You can hear Ghost taking heavy steps forward, and you wonder why he hasn't just come up and ripped you from that sill already.

"Get down," He barks, and you shake at the tone, refusing to look back at him. Defiance shines through as you refuse to climb down.

"I'm not going down for something I didn't do!" Exasperated, your knuckles whitening with your iron grip. It takes what feels like eons to prepare for gravity to play its course, but in reality, it's been mere seconds. You try to force down air through the boulder in your throat.

For a moment, everything stills. You knew the outcome that was bound to come to this. You knew, deep down in your heart, that your fate was not a good one at this point. Either you die on impact, or you'd be wheeled into the interrogation room on a stretcher. That alone makes your skin crawl- interrogation. Knowing you had not a single detail to offer despite the amount of 'tactics' that would be used on you... The torture would essentially be never-ending.

You were well and truly fucked.

"I have to do this." You try to keep your voice level, but it betrays you. You hear Ghost suck in a sharp breath, the sound of his gear shifting. At this point, you don't even care if he shot you. At least you'd die with the person you loved.

"You don't." Ghost's voice is quieter, closer. Now you can really hear it- the sadness. The desolation. It wracks you to your very core.

With a hasty glance over your shoulder, you take in the sight of him. Maybe the last sight of him you'll ever get the chance to see. His looming figure stands feet away, gun still fixated on you. He looks defeated. Or, perhaps, torn. Riding that fence and teetering on the edge between believing you or hauling your ass back to Shepherd kicking and screaming.

Tears well in your eyes when realize his finger isn't even on the trigger. You nod at him sadly.

"I do."

And then, you give yourself to gravity. For a split second, you're weightless. Without much family back home, you found yourself thinking about your squad. How would Soap react? Gaz, or Price? Would they try to find your innocence, or would they take your cowardly actions at face value? Would Graves struggle with the weight of your life if he discovered his manhunt had been unwarranted?

Would Ghost be okay after firsthand witnessing such an awful, selfish act?

Would he ever forgive you?

With a sickening crack, your body slams into the brick wall of the building and you're left dangling in place. Your shoulder screams as you hang, and when you snap your attention toward the searing pain, you see two large hands grasped tight at your wrist and elbow.

"Damn it!"

Ghost's voice reaches you like a bullet had been ripped through your chest. He'd caught you, holding fast and unrelenting. You tried to fight, struggling against him, trying to reach up and pry those fingers away but they didn't budge.

It was over. You'd been caught. You were going to fucking prison and forever labeled a traitor to your country and everyone you ever knew. Everyone you ever fought with, and for, would remember you as a rat. A stain on the fabric of the U.S. Army.

"Let go!" You cry, feeling yourself reeling back into that room with Ghost's unwavering grip. "Just let go!"

Ghost grunts a sharp no before you're hauled up, into the room, and held fast by his arms caging you against him. He crushes you to himself, fingers near digging bruises into your skin and he's shaking you realize. Tears well up and flush past your waterlines, disappearing into the cloth of his gear. You haphazardly beat on his chest with a loosely formed fist.

"They're gonna fucking kill me" You sob. "It's not me, I didn't do anything."

You feel Ghost's arms leave you, and you realize now is when you'll have to surrender. You'll have to hang your head low and saunter away and into the clutches of the armies worst. You're crying into your hands now, not caring what you look like. Not caring this was the first time Ghost had ever truly seen you cry. And god, did you cry.

"Simon, please, I didn't do anything. It wasn't me!"

He's silent as he watches you fall apart right in front of him. Though he uncurls his arms from your shaking frame, he doesn't back away, looking down at you, like he's unsure of what to do. Unsure of what to believe anymore. As you press your forehead to his shoulder, your legs threaten to give out from underneath you.

"Why is this happening." Your voice escapes you as a whimper, broken up with sharp, painful breaths. "What could I have done for someone to do this to me of all people? I know I'm not a saint, but,-" Finally you look up at him, babbling. "Fuck, what do I do?"

Ghost's eyes narrow as he watches you, taking in every word. He places his hands on your shoulders, the first familiar gesture you've felt yet.

"You think you've been framed?" He asks, tone cool despite the waves of emotions in his eyes. You nod.

"That's the only explanation I can think of, but why? I would never do this to my country, my home." You flicker your eyes up to his own. "I would never do this to you."

You can see him trying to work it all out in his brain. Weighing the evidence he'd been presented with versus the fact that he fucking knew you. Knew you like the back of his hand, knew you without even having to think about it. He knew you as he knew himself, and he just knew you wouldn't do this.

"So what is it then." He starts harshly, so terribly confused it brings about anger, like he needs the answer right now because he doesn't know what to do next and time is running thin. 

Shaking your head, you shrug. "I don't know. I just-... I know that there's something going on here. Maybe by mistake, maybe intentionally, I don't know. But I didn't fucking do anything."

Ghost digests your words. You continue.

"I just need time to figure it out and I don't have it. I've got 141 and god fucking forbid, the Shadow's coming for this at this point." your face falls. "...Did anyone try to defend me after I left...?"

Ghost stiffens and swallows hard. You nod, laugh hoarsely. Of course.

"It was fast. There wasn't time to think." He offers. It made sense. You wondered what would have happened if anyone found you up here. If it had been Soap, or Gaz. Or Graves.

His eyes are softer now, his breathing leveling. Surely he's made a choice, but you aren't sure of which. You pray it's in your favor, that he realizes that this is you you're talking about. You pray he remembers all the time, the trust. As you watch him, like he's miles away from you, you can't help but notice him staring at you like you're just mere arms reach away.

Like you'd never left his arms at all, actually. Still flush against him a crying mess of pleads and hurt.

"Ghost, how copy?" Grave's voice pipes up from Ghost's radio.

You still. Ghost lingers a moment, like he doesn't want to answer, his eyes dart from his radio and then back to you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

Don't fucking answer it, your mind begs. Don't do this to me.

When Graves repeats himself, urgently this time, Ghost drags the radio begrudgingly up his clothed lips. Mouth running dry, hands shaking, you take a step back.

'Please,' You mouth. Ghost shakes his head and refuses to meet your gaze.

He was going to turn you in, after all.

He was a good soldier.

You, in that moment, recall the moments you spend side by side with this man. This scary, intimidating man, that you'd found comfort in. The person you plucked from the litter and thought to yourself, this one.

And he hadn't wanted you in. You bulldozed your way through until he found himself picking you out in crowds, remembering all those little things about you that no one else seemed to give a damn about. Waiting for you in the morning, sharing his thoughts and time.

You had always hoped, in another world, you two could enjoy life without all the pain together. A life outside of the army. 

Surely, it would have been enough.

Face downcast, you hear him take a breath to speak.

"Clear." He says. "No sign."

There was no stopping the tears that spilled down your cheeks at that moment, mouth covered to muffle yourself, crouching down as your knees shook.

"Sonofa bitch! Regroup back at point A." Graves says with a sigh.

"Copy." Ghost says quickly, shoving his radio back into his belt. He takes a knee in front of you, and his hands cup the side of your wet face. You eye him, babbling thank you over and over again, sick with fear, gratitude, and confusion. A cocktail that left an unnaturally horrendous taste on your lips. He retrieves a hand just long enough to set his knife down o the floor in front of you.

"Now you've got time." He says matter-of-factly, but you can still sense that urgency in his words. He wants you to escape. To figure this out and come back to him his friend and partner.

He takes your discarded radio and switches it to the proper channel so you could keep tabs on their whereabouts and plans. The voices of your squad chatter on the line, Soap's voice above all wondering how the fuck this was even happening. Bless his heart, he even mentioned being worried for you, which was quickly shot down by Graves reminding him of your betrayal.

As Ghost crouches before you, massive, all-powerful it seemed, you watch his eyes. He pats your cheek. His gloved finger points to the window.

"Ever try a stunt like that again, I'll kill you myself." He bites. You nod, struggling to compose yourself. He stands and your mind begs for him to stay, to be with you during this, but you know he can't.

He lingers in the doorway like he's thinking the same thing. 

"I will... Do what I can. Watch your back, soldier."

And then he's gone, and It's silent save for your harsh breaths. You shakily pull yourself up from the floor, grasping the knife he'd given you- his favorite blade entrusted to you. You'd wait for nightfall and make a run for it, find shelter day by day, and hopefully reconnect with him somewhere to go over what the hell was going on.

You prayed he'd find a way to convince them of your innocence, ask the right questions to the right people, and have more players in your court.

It would likely be your only way out of this awful nightmare.

[mandarinmoons]

I have a fic in mind that could probably be a series if you wanted. But what if while Reid was in prison the BAU hired someone (reader) in his place. Reader spent those three months putting in overtime in order to help his team get Spencer free. By the end of it all they knew more about Spencer than themselves and accidentally fell in love with Spencer without meeting him. What they didn’t know was that their team was telling Spencer all about them and even gave him a picture of them. Spencer would fall in love with reader as well and when they finally meet when he returns to the BAU they’re all nervous around each other but it doesn’t take long for them to become very close

Can be GN or not

Being taken in by the BAU was something many would be ecstatic about, but considering the circumstances you were asked to join was something out of a nightmare. One of the best agents on the team was wrongfully imprisoned and everyone was scrambling to get him out.

As your unit chief gave you a rundown of how everything works on your first day she also talked a bit about the so-called genius that was behind bars for all the wrong reasons.

“Agent Reid was arrested for the murder of a woman, but he was framed and we’re all doing our best to try and get him freed as soon as possible. We’re hoping that a fresh set of eyes can maybe catch onto something we haven’t yet.”

Although Emily’s mannerisms seemed confident you could see the fear in her eyes. From what you’d heard of so far Spencer was loved by everyone, he was a gentle man and a place like jail would only be disastrous for him.

“I may not know him but I assure you that I will work just as hard as the rest of the team to bring him back.”

The gentle smile on Emily’s face warmed your heart. You were excused and you walked back to the rest of the team where you all continued working on the case.

As the weeks passed the case for Spencer’s freedom grew and so did the bags under your eyes. You’d stay up for hours after work was finished digging for more evidence and you always ended up finding more than you bargained for. At times Penelope would come join you to keep you company and because she wasn’t able to sleep knowing the circumstances one of her closest friends was in. She was known for her bubbly & positive persona and every night spent with her made you a bit more hopeful. She would tell stories of what Spencer was like and you found that the both of you had a lot in common. Penelope also talked about the habits Spencer had, like how he wore mismatched socks and you found it endearing. Penelope would also pull up pictures of the team throughout the years and every time she pointed to Spencer you felt your heart skip a beat. Even though it was just pictures through a screen you swore you felt the man’s brown eyes look through your soul. How was it that a man you’ve never even met, a man you’ve never even spoken to had such an affect on you?

What you didn’t know though is that you weren’t the only one. As each team member got their visiting times with Spencer you always came up in the conversation, how you’d stay in the office for hours racking your brain or how a little joke you’d made completely by accident that had the whole team laughing. Spencer’s smile grew every time whenever he’d hear stories about you and knowing that someone who didn’t even know him put in so much time and effort to help him get out of the hell hole that he was in, made it a bit more bearable.

After three long months Spencer was finally proven innocent and was a free man again. The day he was finally back at the BAU everyone crowded him and gave him a hug. You stood by the sidelines and watched as everyone welcomed back their coworker and friend, they all seemed so relieved that the whole ordeal was over.

As Spencer let go of Penelope as they finished their hug, Spencer saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over at you. Your breath hitched and you took a step closer.

“Spence this is Y/N, they are the agent I talked about,” JJ said and glanced between the both of you.

“Nice to finally meet you Agent Reid.”

“You too and please, it’s Spencer.”

You nodded and both of you imitated the same awkward smile.

As time passed and everything settled into the way it was before, you and Spencer got closer to one another over time. You two took the time to have coffee together on breaks and you’d listen intently as Spencer started to talk about something he’d recently learned, whether it be about mold or human noses it was always interesting for you.

Sometimes he’d even take the time to walk you home even though you lived in the complete opposite direction to him, but he didn’t mind it as long as he got to spend a little extra time with you.

One late night as you were both walking back to your place it started pouring rain and Spencer took off his jacket and put it over both of your heads to try and shield you both from the rain. As you hurried inside your house you both laughed.

“How am I going to make it home in this weather?”

“You can stay here for the night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Oh shush, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mind.”

After switching to comfier clothes, fetching Spencer a towel to dry off and making some tea, the two of you sat on the couch chatting about the events of the day.

You glanced over at Spencer and saw that the ends of his hair had curled up due to the rain and you couldn’t help but think that it only added to his beauty.

“What’re you looking at?”

“Oh um nothing, your hair is just, nice,” you slapped yourself mentally and a part of you died inside as you heard Spencer chuckle.

“Your hair is nice too.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Spencer leaned over and tucked a piece behind your ear and your eyes followed along at the movement. Your eyes met and you held back a nervous laugh as you realized how close you both were.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

“For what?”

“Everything, you didn’t even know me and yet gave up so much to help me. So thank you.”

You chuckled and glanced down, “Anyone would do the same.”

“I don’t think so,” Spencer leaned in closer and you felt his breath on your face. He rested his hand on your cheek and turned you closer to him.

“May I?”

You glanced from his eyes to his lips and leaned in slowly, a moment later your lips met.

After a moment you parted and chuckled slightly, “That’s one way of saying thank you.”

Spencer laughed lightly and a grin broke out on his face, “I guess you can say that yeah.”

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WAIT now i need to know who swag coat joseph is in tlt. hot sauce? silas? someone needs to be swag coat joseph.

i mean, i think if anything, swag coat Joseph is one of those roles that gets diced up and shared among the cast? much like how Gideon/Kiriona is quite literally our Jesus analogue but Harrow gets so many parallels to Jesus? so let's have a look.

swag coat Joseph is the favoured son of his father, and has many other brothers who despise him. / we got anyone w a big family here? Born In The Morning has lots of dads, don't he? i don't think that counts tho. so, disregard this part ig

swag coat Joseph has prophetic dreams and, as mentioned earlier, a swag coat gifted to him by his father / prophetic dreams and swag clothes? you KNOW we are talking abt my girl Nona. every day we get Nona's prophetic dreams, and girlie cried over a t-shirt w a moustache on it. point 1 to Nona.

Joseph's brothers eventually try to kill him, but divert halfway thru bc they have a better idea of selling him as a slave and just telling their dad that he's dead / whose death gets faked in this series? our As Yet Unsent crew (Corona, Judith, and Cam) obviously, but of the three Judith is the least on board with this plan, so let's say this point goes to Judith.

as a slave, Joseph gets imprisoned after being framed for a crime he didnt commit, and eventually helps out a fellow prisoner who in future has the ear of the pharoah / gonna give this one to Judith as well. girlie has been wrongfully imprisoned, and in this vein, Corona could be our stand-in for the other prisoner, bc she's the only reason Ianthe helps out Judith on New Rho.

the rest of swag coat Joseph's story might have parallels in atn? it's hard to say. anything prophetic of Judith's is actually Varun's to give, and while his story improves muchly from that point on, it puts him in a position of power over the people that wronged him in the past, and tlt does a great job of subverting expected plotlines like these.

idrk. fun thought experiment tho.

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"I'd be careful, sir." One of the guards warned, "He's become quite feral in his time down here."

"Feral?"

Ratchet didn't like that. Knockout had always been a little... off-model for a medical professional, especially when he was serving the Decepticons, but he'd always held himself with a certain pose and charm. Feral was not the word he'd ever use for him, and that worried the old medic as he approached the cell door.

Bulkhead placed himself in front of the medic, "Best let me go first, Ratchet. I can take bigger hits."

"Hmph." Ratchet grunted, and then the door opened.

The cell was dark, aside from one glowing wall that indicated a barrier to keep prisoners from busting their way out on that side- usually done when whatever lie on the other side was explosive. It did provide a little bit of light, however, enough that Bulkhead could make out a shape quickly moving towards him with a hiss.

"Whoa!" The wrecker blocked a swing at his jaw, grabbing the arms of the bot and pushing them back a bit. He felt dust and granules of debris on his fingers- rubbed off from the attacker, and then he caught sight of a pair of dimly-lit red optics. "Knockout-"

"I'll go offline before I let you take him!" A raspy, desperate voice hissed.

"Knockout, it's Bulkhead!" The prisoner's frame creaked loudly, but he didn't move to attack again as Ratchet stepped past the larger autobot and flashed his headlights on. "...By the Primes...!"

The medic's armor was not only dull from dust and grime, but also had faded in color to a muted, grayish red. His headlights were dull, barely flickering, and his frame was trembling as he fought to stay standing in a defensive position.

"Knockout...!" Ratchet took a step towards him, "What's happened to you...?"

"He's half-dead...!" Bulkhead whispered.

Knockout's brows furrowed and he took a step away from Ratchet's hand. "Y-You... You're not... not my imagination...!"

"No, Knockout... We're here to get you out."

"Out...? We... We can go...?"

"We?"

A soft squeak caught their attention, and Ratchet looked down. At the weakened medic's pedes was a tiny sparkling- also dirty, but his armor still vibrant and his optics wide and glowing brightly.

"What... Where did you come from...?" Ratchet bent down, trying to touch the sparkling before he scurried behind Knockout's pede.

"You... Really want the answer to that, Doc...?"

Ratchet's optics widened, "You... Oh Primus."

Knockout looked down to the sparkling, and they saw a brief flash between their optics, and then the little bot relaxed.

"Come here, tough guy." Bulkhead approached the prisoned medic, putting one of his arms over his shoulder. "Let's get you and the tiny checked out, huh...?"

He chuckled as he watched Ratchet succeed in grabbing the tiny bot in his arms, though the infant squirmed and cried.

"Oh hush now. You and your parent are going to the same place..."

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Following the fall of the False Council, new Councilbots Ratchet and Bulkhead set about freeing their wrongfully-imprisoned allies... and find some interesting things.

[intothewestwing]

chapter 2: batb rewritten

Beast wasn't expecting Lumiere to be correct when he suggested that the old man would have someone looking for him. In fact, the last thing he'd expected was a girl. No, not a girl, but a young woman. From the window, he watched as she explored the castle grounds. Her horse, wretched thing, led her right to his doorstep.

She crept in through the front gate, then through the gardens, and entered the castle with no hesitation. A bold move, for an uninvited guest. But the creature had already met where she learned that from. Her confidence and arrogance taunted him, even made the Beast curious. And as she stalked through the castle and up to the dungeons, the Beast followed, not far behind.

He examined her from afar. She had a small frame, and she was fair skinned, her cheeks flushed from the coming winter winds, and her hair was a shade of chestnut. Though she'd had it pulled back, strands of it framed her face. She was disheveled, as though she left her home in a hurry. The Beast found it annoying, yet again, that the candlestick was right.

Whispers in the seemingly empty hallways led her straight to the dungeons, the air growing colder as the staircase led the unknowing duo into it's depths.

The young woman called into the dark of the dungeon for her lost loved one. Of course it had to be her father. And from that darkness, a husky voice answered, almost surprised.

"Belle?"

The Beast waited for her to move toward him before silently slipping into the shadows of the room. The stone floor was cold against the pads of his feet, and the autumn breeze blowing through the window didn't help either. He did his best to shrink himself into his cloak. Though, he was not alone here. The various statues carved into each plinth, the gargoyles that rested among the various sconces and trimmings of the castle were very much alive. And he could feel their cold eyes watching him as he watched the intruders, in turn.

The father and daughter spoke in hushed tones. The man, terrified, while the woman, accusatory and worried. He watched them for only a moment, moving around the room to try and get a better view of them- before mistakenly bumping into one of the empty sconces against the wall. Shit.

Their voices stopped, and the daughter turned to face the void of shadows behind her.

"Who's there?" The Beast didn't dare to answer. Not that he was afraid, of course. He was no longer of royal status. What exactly was he, to her? Other than the captor of her father.

The daughter raised her voice. "I know someone is there. Who are you? Reveal yourself!"

Her arrogance mocked The Beast. Title or no, this was still his castle and under his command.

"The Lord of this castle." He growled under his breath as the words slipped from his mouth, his voice deeper than he remembered.

The daughter raised herself up onto her knees, searching the dark for any form or figure to blame.

"So this is your doing? My father is wrongfully imprisoned! Release him at once!"

Not only was she the daughter of a thief, but she was a fool as well, The Beast thought. The tame growl that sat in the back of his throat let itself loose, before challenging the girl.

"Perhaps you did not hear me. I am the Lord of this castle, where you have no power here."

Her confidence simmered as she sat back down onto her legs, unsure of what to make of the voice that challenged her.

"Forgive me," Her voice shook, but only slightly. "I've come for my father. Has he committed a crime?"

"Yes." The Beast hissed as he began pacing the edges of the dungeon, keeping his eye on the girl. "He is a thief, and he will rot in my dungeon forever as punishment for what he stole from me."

"It was only a rose!" The father cried, before falling into a coughing fit.

The Beast scoffed, until the confidence grew again in the daughter's voice. "A life sentence for a rose? Are you insane? I'm the one that asked for-"

"I received eternal damnation for one! He can spare the rest of his petty life."

Her confusion left the daughter in silence. She rested her hands over her father's through the bars.

The Beast's patience was growing thin. He shouldn't have to explain himself to a mere commoner, he thought. With a deep exhale, and the silence between the hanging in the air, he raised his chin in triumph. "Throw her out and leave her to the wolves." He spoke to an unknown force, the eyes of the stone surrounding them.

These amalgamations of what used to be castle staff came to life within the stone and, struggling to carry their own weight, crept over toward the young woman, who now clung to the metal bars of her father's cell. She watched in horror and released a terrified screech before pleading for them to stop, their cold stone hands restraining her by her upper arms. Her father coughed and wheezed as he begged for her release, reaching through the bars for her.

"Wait! No! Please!"

The daughter quickly learned that the more she restrained them, the stone wasn't like human skin and muscle- it did not move with her. Even with the stone scratching her arms, she still reached for her father as the statues slowly dragged her towards the door.

"I'll do anything! Please!"

"There is nothing you can do." The Beast responded, clearly out of patience.

"I said please!"

"I said there is nothing you can do!"

Then the daughter said something he didn't expect.

"Take me instead!"

The Beast raised an unseen hand, that stopped the stone servants in their tracks. They waited for his command, as he decided what to do next. They, as well as any of the inhabitants in the castle knew what having a young woman around could mean for them. And though their stone faces didn't change, there was a split second of hope shared between the servants and their Prince.

He couldn't deny that he felt it too, no matter how far away that hope felt.

With a hesitant breath, he asked for clarification.

"You would do that?" His cold breath visible in the air as he stepped closer to the scene. "You would take your father's place?"

"If I did, would you let him go free?"

You must gain her trust, he thought. She would never set you free if you didn't do the same for her now.

"Yes."

"Unharmed?"

"Yes."

"If I stay here, it would be-"

"Forever."

"Forever?"

"Forever! Or he dies in the dungeon and you will never see him again!"

"I won't see him again either way! That's not fair!"

She had a point, but only one option guaranteed her father's life.

"Make your choice!"

"Come into the light!"

This was something he wouldn't do. He would not receive rejection from her before she made her decision. The Beast released the grip he had on his cloak, and looked down at his hands paws in disgust. Almost as an emotional response, the stone servants released their grip on the young woman, and watched as she practically dove for her father.

"Make. Your. Choice."

The father and daughter exchanged hushed words as the old man cupped her cheeks and she kissed the tips of his knuckles.

"No, my beauty, you must escape now! Before you see it!"

Though the pair were quiet, this was one remark The Beast heard with no mistake. He exhaled in frustration. Patience was not one of his known traits, and he'd already suffered too much of it for one day.

"Forgive me, Papa."

The daughter stood with her back to the cell, and though her father clung to the skirts of her simple dress, she faced the darkness and the mysterious Lord alone. With silver tears streaking her cheeks, she spoke.

"I will stay. You have my word."

"Done."

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author's note: hello! and thank you for reading! i should have character designs up for belle and beast sometime this week. thank you for all the love i received on lumiere and cogsworth! i've wanted to do a redesign and retelling of this story for a long long time, and i'm glad i have a few of you along for the ride!

[shadow-the-artist-idiot]

I am so so so so normal about Scyllarus. Im so normal. Im so normal im so so so so so so normal im SO FUCKING NORMAL. CLAWING AND SCRATCHING AT THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE.

Scyllarus Squilla my beloved i love you babygirl. Anyways now for the actual intent of this post

I drew the silly earlier,,,, i love my babygirl sm. Actyally i ahvent ranted about my goober on here i jeed to fix that immediately.

Scyllarus is a Pressure oc,, shes from an au me and a few friends have :333(you know who you are)

Scyllarus Squilla,,, Demigirl(She/They),, 32 years of age :3

She was yoinked by Urbanshade from prison after being wrongfully imprisoned. First match in professional wrestling, accidentally killed her opponent. Technically, she shouldn't have been arrested(i looked it up, and i dont think someone would get punished in this situation) but im chalking it up to general bias in the courtroom + good laywers or whatever, idk legal bullshit. Anyways. She was arrested and sent to prison for a few days, before getting yoinked.

She then got injected with a bunch of different dna, though mostly mantis shrimp. It actually not specified HOW Sebby got sillified, and hes my main frame of reference, so im choosing to view it as they get poked and injected with a silly version of animal dna. Trying to remember all of the creatures shes part. Mantis shrimp, lobster, uhhh coconut crab? I think? Maybe some shrimp and krill? That sounds right, i have it written down somewhere but im lazy. Anyways, those were all way smaller doses than the Mantis Shrimp, and were mostly given to heighten a few aspects of the mantis shrimp(lobster for stronger swimming, coconut crab for strength, etc)

Anyways. Shes VERY fucking strong, probably strong enough to punch through steel(human sized mantiw shrimp punch my beloved). The mantis shrimp dna also gave her slight anger issues, what with them being SO fucking aggressive. She had quite a bit of time to get used to her new body, luckily. Went in at around 23, is around 32 when the lockdown and the events of the game happen.

Once the lockdown happens, she took to staying in the underwater bits of the facility. What with all the animal dna, she struggles a lot with breathing on land. I haven't decided if shes just entirely unable to breath outside of water, or if its just incredibly difficult, but either way water is easier. While shes...friends? I suppose? With Sebastian, Thomas(sages oc), and Eury(Fangs oc), though she doesnt. Talk to them much. Mostly cuz shes scared she'll hurt them. She hides in the underwater bits of the facility, buried in the ground with her antenna sticking out. Whenever the player gets too close, she launches out, attacking them once before darting away. It would probably be a one hit kill, i think. Either that, or very close to it. Shes also present during the end searchlight bit of the game, seeing as its so incredibly underwater.

During encounters with Pandemonium, theres a small chance Scyllarus will interrupt the minigame abruptly, as she attacks Pandemonium. There would be a higher chance of this happening in the water bits, but its still possible in the normal rooms.

If she gets flashed whenever she jumps out, i think she'd run off. That would probably be the only way to prevent the attack whenever shes triggered.

Her voicelines would probably be a mix of screeching, apologizing, and grumbling. The other way to find her whenever shes in the ground would be a faint little clicking noise she makes with her claws.

Whats so very silly about my babygirl is that she REALLY doesnt want to do this. Shes such a sweetheart, but shes in a really bad situation with the worst parts of herself heightened. Constant fight or flight, kill or be killed. She probably would be so much nicer if she would let herself be friends with Sebby, Thomas and Eury, but shes so so scared she'll hurt them somehow. Ironically, she feels the same way about the player(s).

If they trigger her, she'll attack them, but if they survive she'd probably apologize before running away. Its why she has a chance to save the player from Pandemonium. She cant stand hurting people, but she has to if she wants to escape. That doesn't mean she wont help sometimes, though.

I think theres a VERY VERY VERY small chance to find her huddled up in a corner in Sebbys shop.

Shes so babygirl and i love her with my entire heart and soul. Shes my beloved and i will be putting her in the torture blender

[listanon]

GL List: Jan. 15 2025

Incoming

3 Minutes 2 Love  - original series. a bodyguard with the power to see the future 3 minutes ahead when she drinks water and has a mission to take care of her boss’s daughter before her wedding day.

About Galaxy - novel it’s based on is written by R4U’s author, was expected to air Feb 2025. Most of the same cast is back? 

+Blind Love - taiwanese movie. Heavy on the angst, adaptation of a novel where the mom of a seemingly perfect family decides to come out and reunite with her first love. Her son also falls for the same woman. One of the leads is ariel lin

Bloom into You - adaptation of the japanese manga, acquired by hollywoodqueen

Buy My Boss (mimiaom) - announced by frt entertainment, adapted from the novel of the same name. full teaser released

Claire Bell - original novel and screenplay GL from davika’s company mine media, currently casting. Set in a prison, one inmate who is wrongfully imprisoned meets another woman other inmates fear and the two find solace in each other. Teaser to be released on January 18

Cranium (freenbecky) - doctors who are former colleagues/bitter rivals meeting because of a plane accident and having to identify victims, 12 episodes, airing jan 2026. Official pilot trailer released on youtube.

Dangerous Queen - to be adapted by dream cast entertainment. Based off book from the writer of the Be Mine universe. Casting has started

Draft Your Love - original story by new company rizzupstudio and cast announced. Doing workshops.

Dragon House (frame mookda) - bought along with "Tiger" and "Swan" (@/salmonwriting's mafia family trilogy) by new company uprising entertainment to be adapted. first book of the trilogy is about the eldest heir of the gang with an arranged marriage to a rival gang’s daughter? pilot trailer released.

Flat Girls (earnearn fairy)  - GDH’s first GL film. coming of age story, after her father's death lead character has to move out of the flat she lived in her whole life and begins to reflect her past memories and secrets. The two leads will also be the leads in ch one31’s GL, No More Romeo. Official trailer released on youtube and premiering February 6.

+Fragrance of the First Flower - season 2 coming February 18 2025, teaser released, taiwanese GL

Girllove Girlfriend - cast revealed, currently filming. Ost or trailer soon?

Girls Rule - ensemble cast of milklove, namtanfilm and viewmim. original series, announced at gmmtv 2025 event and pilot trailer up on youtube. a whole messy toxic love square, exes friends (with benefits?) and colleagues. Will be directed by jojo who made “only friends” (BL) so this seems like a GL version of that. Projected to start filming in the third or fourth quarter of 2025 but not confirmed.

I'm Your Moon - adaption from a novel, the reincarnation GL of two princesses from 1913 and then they meet again in modern times. Q14 and wrapped up filming. Official teaser released

Inthe8ight- idf reality competition show for GL roles, teaser released on youtube.

Khom Klang - witchcraft GL? Based on a novel, starhunter on final round of casting 

Last Case - a mystery thriller GL with an ensemble, pilot trailer behind the scenes video was released but not sure about the current status

Let's Kick This Love - action GL announced by Be On Cloud. should be expecting in 2025

LostStar - GL movie? By alos studio. Official trailer on youtube.

Lyric - GL announced from kongthup production who made “apple”, band member x muse. Ch. planoy book adaptation. Completed casting. 

My Frenemy Queen - original story with two beauty queens who fall in love, announced by hollywoodqueen. Casting 

My Only Sunshine (atom mer) - adaptation of the book by @/flowerofmemory9. produced by starhunter. pilot trailer on youtube

No Romeo (earnearn fairy) - first GL series from one31 and in their 2025 lineup

Only You (lingorm) - bodyguard x idol, original screenplay,  pilot trailer released. Currently filming. The show’s twitter account shows a clapper board on December 15 that said filming episode 2

Partner in Crime - produced by kantana (R4U’s company) has BL and GL couple and moving onto casting on May 10th

Poisonous Love - same writer and universe as TSOU, announced to be adapted by S9T Studio and NorthStar Ent. coming soon.

Remain (andalookkaew) - adaptation of a book by @/flowerofmemory9. produced by starhunter

Reverse With Me - same universe and a spin off of "Reverse 4 You", about the eldest daughter of the R4U couple, karan, who also has powers. by a different production company (siamsi studio). Final trailer on youtube, series has 8 episodes and will be airing February 5 on ch3

Roller Coaster - by @/reallyb__ , purchased for adaptation by motion minds ent. Cast change, character Pure will now be played by aom pundao instead of newton but newton will still be portraying the character in the pilot trailer.  pilot trailer released

Runaway - horror GL, baanchan production producing, casting has been completed  but script is still being worked on. currently in production for the pilot trailer?

Shades GL (mook worranit pla) - announced by frt entertainment, about a strict all girls school and original story, full teaser released. Has 3 couples in the all girls school, there’s love kept secret, hidden identities and dealing with a truth no one wants to face. 

Somewhere, Somehow (faymay) - adaptation of book by TLP’s writer, enemies to lovers, airing July 2025, 12 episodes. Pilot trailer released on youtube

Stay With Me - GL miniseries? From siam studio, trailer on youtube

Stuck with Me - same author and universe as “R4U” and “Reverse With Me”. the story of R4U couple’s youngest daughter, maitree, who also has powers of her own. bought to be adapted by tanguy management. cast revealed, ant warinda-nut thanyarat. poster revealed. set to air 2025 on gmm25

Sunshine in the Wind - pilot trailer out, no news about release date, one is a florist with the power to smell emotions and meets the other lead, an actress, who is deeply sad and they grow close and realize their feelings for each other.

The Air/Wind by @/salmonwriting - announced to be adapted by idf. part of a "4 elements" quadrilogy (earth, water, fire, air) about a family of sisters. police lieutenant x princess and heir. rebellion brings a fake princess impersonating her while hunting down the real princess, police lieutenant has to protect the princess and attempt to help restore her place on the throne. A collaboration between multiple companies like north star entertainment and multiple established love teams. Idf calls it their “sapphic series mega project”. 4 different series but will share the same universe and director. Presscon to reveal which team will be “soon” but rumors being “95% correct” has freenbecky, fayeyoko, englot and bnk48’s namneung noey (who were also in the thai GL movie Cheese Sisters). Remaining 5% incorrect could be a different girls from bnk48. Air/Wind is rumored to be for freenbecky

The Earth by @/salmonwriting - announced to be adapted by idf. part of a "4 elements" quadrilogy (earth, water, fire, air) about a family of sisters. An owner of a farm who loves solitude gets involved with a woman from a neighboring farm. There’s an arranged marriage? A collaboration between multiple companies like north star entertainment and multiple established love teams. Idf calls it their “sapphic series mega project”. 4 different series but will share the same universe and director. Presscon to reveal which team will be “soon” but rumors being “95% correct” has freenbecky, fayeyoko, englot and bnk48’s namneung noey (who were also in the thai GL movie Cheese Sisters) Remaining 5% incorrect could be a different girls from bnk48. Earth is rumored to be for fayeyoko

The Fire by @/salmonwriting - announced to be adapted by idf. part of a "4 elements" quadrilogy (earth water, fire, air) about a family of sisters. the heir to a millionaire meets her old childhood rival. childhood rivals to lovers?   A collaboration between multiple companies like north star entertainment and multiple established love teams. Idf calls it their “sapphic series mega project”. 4 different series but will share the same universe and director. Presscon to reveal which team will be “soon” but rumors being “95% correct” has freenbecky, fayeyoko, englot and bnk48’s namneung noey (who were also in the thai GL movie Cheese Sisters) Remaining 5% incorrect could be a different girls from bnk48. Fire is rumored to be for the bnk48 couple. 

The Water by @/salmonwriting - announced to be adapted by idf. part of a "4 elements" quadrilogy (earth, water, fire, air) about a family of sisters. a hotel chain workaholic heir meets a new receptionist who causes chaos and change to her life . A collaboration between multiple companies like north star entertainment and multiple established love teams. Idf calls it their “sapphic series mega project”. 4 different series but will share the same universe and director. Presscon to reveal which team will be “soon” but rumors being “95% correct” has freenbecky, fayeyoko, englot and bnk48’s namneung noey (who were also in the thai GL movie Cheese Sisters). Remaining 5% incorrect could be a different girls from bnk48. Water is rumored to be for englot.

Un Limit Love - MGI ensemble GL,  it’s 5 couples from MGI. englot, meenbabe, nackpat, jablin, jinma. All 5 couples are working under the same company and engfa is the boss. Office comedy sitcom/romcom?  Filming in December. A collaboration between MGI and channel one 

Un-trovert - by deemakproduction, writer mentioned they will release the pilot soon and actresses will be revealed soon.

Whale Store XOXO (milklove) - announced at gmmtv 2025’s event, adaptation of @/SLeopard27 book. Pilot trailer on gmmtv’s youtube. Projected to start filming in the first quarter of 2025 but not confirmed

+When We Met/Fireworks of Yesteryear - chinese GL short series

Yes Maybe No - based on the classic 2010 Thai GL film yes or no but as a series, announced by hollywoodqueen. Casting 

* Taste - potential GL side couple? one31 show from producers 5x6house and creator of 2015 series “Hormones”. in one31’s 2025 lineup. looks like it could be the 2025 version of “Hormones”? 

* another MGI/Miss Grand GL up for production?

*  another GL from uprising entertainment with pim and ware? Maybe related to the mafia trilogy? 

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Hero by Susan Stoker

Game of Change #3

Adrenaline rushes are his thing so what would work better to provide one than working for the government in solo rescue missions to save others?

What I liked: * Kendric “Bob” Evans: retired Delta Force, survivor of brutal torture, one of four-man team that were rescued from enemy lines, in business with those men, good friend, nightmares-PTSD, looking for “something”, might have found it on his last mission to Thailand

* Marlowe Kennedy: archaeologist, innocent prisoner in Thailand, raised by her older brother when her parents died, pragmatic, positive, tiny but mighty, bright, strong, survivor, loving, kind, supportive, a person I would love to call friend

* Watching the relationship develop between Kendric and Marlowe

* The solution found for eventually getting two wonderful people out of Thailand

* Getting to see the characters from previous books in the series and finding out how they are doing

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing

* The positive conclusion with the hook for what will probably be the conclusion of the series – although – do want to know more about Tex…

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about greedy people willing to do anything AND corrupt people in power willing to incarcerate the innocent

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Thank you to NetGalley and Montlake for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

In this thrilling romance from New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker, an ex-military man is on a mission to rescue a wrongfully imprisoned archaeologist—and to make her rightfully his. Any soldier who gets out of the service with his life should be happy to leave danger behind. Though his army brothers are content running their new business in Maine, Kendric “Bob” Evans isn’t ready to give up the fight. He’s been supplementing his hours with covert rescue missions organized by the FBI. But his latest charge may be more than he bargained for. Marlowe Kennedy is on a routine archaeology dig in Thailand when she’s arrested for drug trafficking. She has suspicions about the true culprit, but even when she’s rescued from prison, there’s nothing she can do about it without proof. Her protective bodyguard’s only objective is to keep her safe until they cross the border into friendly territory. The best way to do that? Travel as man and wife. After returning to Maine, as Bob and Marlowe navigate this treacherous terrain with the help of their friends, they face vengeful authorities, a vindictive frame job, and perhaps most important of all—turning their fake marriage into something real.

[talesofkhaos]

Spencer often reflects on his own traumatic experiences, particularly the time he spent captive with Tobias Hankel. That ordeal left him with deep psychological scars and was the catalyst for his struggle with addiction. The memory of Hankel's dual personalities and the torment he endured at his hands haunted him, pushing Spencer to seek solace in drugs as a way to cope with the overwhelming fear and helplessness he felt during those dark days. Spencer's addiction to Dilaudid became a crutch that he leaned on heavily, hoping to numb the emotional pain that lingered long after his captivity. His once gentle and patient demeanor was replaced with a short temper and bouts of irritability, which often took his colleagues by surprise. He increasingly isolated himself from the team, afraid of their judgment and unable to admit his dependency, which only deepened his feelings of alienation and shame. If it wasn't for Hotch checking up on him regularly, Spencer might have spiraled further into his addiction. Hotch's understanding and patience provided Spencer with the safe space he needed to finally admit he needed help. It was through Hotch's support that Spencer found the courage to seek treatment and begin his journey toward recovery.

However, his path to healing was not a straight line, as new challenges emerged with individuals like Cat Adams. Her psychological games and relentless mind games brought back the familiar feelings of fear and vulnerability, threatening to unravel the progress Spencer had made. Confronting Cat forced him to confront his past traumas head-on, ultimately strengthening his resolve and commitment to his recovery. Cat's manipulation took a dark turn when she orchestrated a plan to frame Spencer for a murder he didn't commit. She drugged him, leaving him defenseless against her intricate scheme, and even went so far as to kidnap his mother, adding another layer to his torment. As a result, Spencer found himself wrongfully imprisoned, facing the harrowing reality of being behind bars while grappling with the weight of Cat's machinations, which tested his resilience and threatened to undo his hard-won recovery. In the confines of the prison, Spencer felt his sanity slipping away as the oppressive environment amplified his fears and insecurities. The constant pressure from inmates involved in drug trafficking only heightened his anxiety; their threats were clear—comply with their demands or face a brutal end. The psychological warfare waged within those walls was relentless, leaving Spencer in a state of perpetual paranoia, questioning his every move and fearing for his life at every turn.

Desperate to protect both himself and the inmates, Spencer resorted to tampering with the drugs he was supposed to traffic inside the prison. By subtly altering the substances, he hoped to prevent further harm and disrupt the dangerous cycle within the facility. This risky decision weighed heavily on him, as he navigated the constant threat of discovery while trying to maintain his fragile grip on sanity. However, by doing this, many of the inmates and corrupt police officers who took the drugs began experiencing severe nosebleeds and seizures, drawing unwanted attention to Spencer's actions. The unintended consequences of his interference put him in a precarious position, as both the inmates and the prison staff grew suspicious of the sudden health crisis. Spencer now found himself in a race against time to concoct a new plan before his secret was uncovered, all while striving to maintain his resolve in the face of escalating danger. Thankfully, the truth eventually came to light as Cat's elaborate scheme unraveled. Evidence emerged proving her guilt, leading to all charges against Spencer being dropped. With his name cleared, Spencer was finally released from prison, allowing him to begin the long process of healing and rebuilding his life.

Spencer's newfound freedom was abruptly interrupted when he was recruited to assist in the hunt for the infamous serial killer, Kai Parker. With only a few months of recovery under his belt, Spencer was unprepared for the intensity of the pursuit. As he delved deeper into the mind of Kai Parker, Spencer found himself confronting the darkest corners of his own psyche, testing his resolve and pushing him to the limits of his endurance. Spencer was inexplicably drawn to the cat-and-mouse game with Kai, intrigued by the darkness that seemed to mirror his own inner turmoil. The thrill of the chase and the psychological challenge it presented became almost intoxicating, pulling Spencer deeper into Kai's world. As he tracked Kai's every move, Spencer found himself craving the adrenaline and the unsettling familiarity of navigating such perilous shadows. Spencer wrestled with the haunting memories of his time in prison, battling the fear that he might lose himself in the darkness once again. He questioned his own moral compass, wondering if his fascination with Kai's twisted mind was a reflection of something sinister within himself. Each step in the pursuit forced Spencer to confront his own vulnerabilities, as he grappled with the delicate balance between justice and obsession. Emily, recognizing the toll the case was taking on Spencer, made the difficult decision to remove him from the investigation. She feared that his fixation on Kai was consuming him, blurring the lines between his duty and his personal demons. Though reluctant, Spencer understood Emily's concerns and reluctantly stepped back, knowing that his well-being had to come first.

Everyone grapples with their own demons, and the way they confront and manage them determines their path to recovery. For Spencer, stepping back from the investigation allowed him to gain perspective and focus on healing. By acknowledging his vulnerabilities and seeking support, he found the strength to rebuild his life and embrace a future free from the shadows of his past. Spencer now felt a deep sense of empathy for Oliver, who struggled with his own battles. Having experienced the devastating impact of his own demons, Spencer wanted to offer Oliver the guidance and support he wished he had received during his darkest times.

Spencer listened intently, his heart swelling with admiration and compassion for Oliver's journey. "It sounds like you've built a wonderful family with your animals," he said softly, meeting Oliver's gaze with warmth and understanding. "And I'm really glad you have Baskerville by your side—it's clear how much he means to you and how much he's helped." At the mention that Oliver's dog might like him, Spencer let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Pets have never really taken to me," he admitted with a chuckle, recalling the many failed attempts at befriending animals in the past. "But maybe Baskerville will be the exception," he added, hopeful yet amused by the thought. "Tabitha must have been incredibly lucky to have you," Spencer replied gently. "It's a testament to your care and love that she thrived despite everything you both went through." Spencer paused, offering a reassuring smile. "Animals can sense a kind heart, and it's clear that you gave her exactly what she needed to feel safe and loved." Spencer knew all too well about Oliver's traumatic past with his stepfather, the scars—both visible and hidden—that had been inflicted upon him. Yet, witnessing Oliver's resilience and kindness despite his painful history made Spencer's heart flutter with admiration. It was remarkable to see how someone who had endured such darkness could still shine so brightly, and it inspired Spencer.

Talking about Gideon was truly hard for Spencer, yet he couldn't deny the profound impact Gideon had on his life. Despite his absence, Spencer's growth and resilience were testament to the lessons and values Gideon instilled in him. He often imagined that Gideon would have been proud of the person he had become. Spencer looked at Oliver with a thoughtful expression, his eyes softening. "You know," he began, "I'm sure Gideon would have liked you. He had a way of seeing the best in people, and I have no doubt he would have appreciated your strength and kindness." Spencer chuckled softly, a hint of bashfulness in his smile. "I try to be nice to everyone," he replied, sincerity lacing his words. "But maybe I am a little extra nice to you because it's easy to be kind to someone as genuine and compassionate as you are." As they reached the front of the line, Spencer turned to Oliver with a playful grin. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm getting you a hot chocolate," he said, glancing at the menu. "I just have a feeling you'd enjoy it." He ordered a black coffee for himself and the hot chocolate for Oliver, feeling pleased with his decision. As Spencer paid for their drinks, he handed Oliver the hot chocolate with a warm smile. Just then, the conversation shifted to Oliver's uncle, and Spencer could sense sadness creeping into Oliver's expression. "You could never frighten me," Spencer reassured him, his voice steady and comforting. "In fact, your openness and honesty only make me appreciate you more." 

As Spencer attempted to reassure Oliver, his own heart ached with empathy and sorrow. Oliver's memories were palpable, and the pain of recalling such a harrowing moment was evident in his eyes. He placed his coffee down carefully, reaching out to pull Oliver into a gentle embrace. He then moved his hands to Oliver's face, caressing it gently. His touch filled with warmth and understanding. Spencer leaned in and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to Oliver's lips, letting his tenderness convey what words couldn't. He moved his lips gently, offering comfort and security, trying to ease the tension he sensed building within Oliver. Spencer hoped that this moment of connection would anchor Oliver, providing a safe harbor from the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Spencer realized that this was a bold move, considering they had only known each other for a few hours. Despite the potential awkwardness, he felt an inexplicable connection with Oliver that urged him to offer comfort in this intimate way. He hoped Oliver would understand his intentions and not feel uncomfortable by the unexpected gesture. Spencer continued to move his lips with Oliver, deepening the kiss as they both leaned into the moment. He pulled away for a mere second, his breath mingling with Oliver's, before gently licking his own lips and returning to the kiss. Spencer's heart raced, hoping that this deepening connection would provide both comfort and a sense of belonging to Oliver in his time of need. Spencer couldn't quite comprehend what had compelled him to act so boldly, but something about Oliver had stirred an undeniable urge within him. It was as if Oliver's vulnerability had unlocked a hidden part of Spencer's heart, urging him to offer solace in the most profound way he knew. The kiss was unlike anything he had ever experienced, filled with an intensity and warmth that seemed to transcend the brevity of their acquaintance.

Spencer felt a whirlwind of emotions coursing through him, a mixture of tenderness, protectiveness, and an overwhelming desire to be there for Oliver. Each second of the kiss seemed to amplify these feelings, making him acutely aware of the depth of his compassion. As their lips moved together, Spencer sensed a profound connection, one that made him feel both vulnerable and empowered, as if he had found a part of himself he hadn't known was missing. Spencer finally pulled back, breathless yet steady, and offered Oliver a gentle smile. "You know," he said softly, "kissing someone can actually reduce stress and release those feel-good hormones, like dopamine and serotonin, in our brains." He hoped this lighthearted fact would add a touch of comfort to the charged moment they had just shared.

Oliver's suffering was, indeed, profound. it was just a fact of life for him. he'd grown used to the abuse ever since Jeffrey turned his ugly head and became the monster he knew and hated. it took a while before that darkness crept in; he had to persuade Evelyn that he was the perfect man, that he would be a good stepfather. in fact, before the darkness, Jeffrey used to read him bedtime stories. back when he was five years old, Jeffrey was a man that Oliver had trusted completely. abandoned by his own father, Oliver was looking to be loved by another man, to take care of him like the father he desperately needed. however, the darkness was always really there. and in fact, it lingered in the stories Jeffrey would used to tell him. fabricated by his own mind, Jeffrey would tell Oliver dark, horrifying stories, about a little boy in his bedroom at night and the monsters hiding in plain sight. who knew how real those stories were ?? how close to the truth they actually were. the whole time Oliver believed they were just stories, but in fact, it was Jeffrey showing his true colors before the real monster came out of hiding. there are times when Oliver remembers the Jeffrey before and he comes up with a fond feeling in his chest; a feeling that's conflicting and confusing, because he's supposed to hate this man, but how could he have hated him when he was there when Oliver cried when he scrapped his knees after falling from a bike ?? the change in Jeffrey's behavior was alarming, but it had done what it had done- it gained Oliver's trust, and so for that, for years, Oliver never spoke of what Jeffrey had done. he kept it hidden, even when his mother asked if he'd hit him, he'd deny it vehemently. the evil in that man knew no boundaries.

eventually, however, Oliver got brave. he went to a teacher one day, after a brutal beating, and after his mother and aunt had already perished, and explained to her that his stepfather was abusing him. her shock was evident in her face and she promised she would report it to the police. he doesn't know if she ever did, because the police never came to him to talk about it. not until much later and Oliver was told to keep quiet about his pain. there were dark forces at play in his life and there had been nothing anyone could do to stop it. whatever web Jeffrey had spun, it had entangled the police department into it. they trusted his word, most likely being bought out by the man who had enough money to buy the entire town, if he so wished it. it comes to no surprise to Oliver, that that may have been the case. he doesn't voice this out loud, but the way he looks might reveal the truth. he looks at Spencer as he speaks, trying his hardest not to flinch at what he says. but he's right- trauma can shatter you, but it can also shape you into who you are, becoming stronger for it, as long as you remain vigilant and resilient, like Spencer had said. Oliver would like to think that he's strong and resilient and vigilant, but he knows the truth. the truth that lurks deep within, the darkness that has settled over his heart. "everyone faces trauma in some kind of way, whether anyone wants to admit it or not, some of us just aren't as lucky as others and those that claim not to have any trauma . . . they're the luckiest ones of us all." he believes that everyone faces some kind of trauma in their life, but some people are definitely luckier than others. Oliver, on the other hand, has suffered tremendously. there is no luck in his life, only the darkness that settles within.

Spencer doesn't know what lays within him. he doesn't know the darkness that has enraptured him. Charlie is a very serious voice in the back of his head, playing games with his food whenever he's let out. sometimes Oliver wonders if maybe he's just possessed and Charlie is a demon that's taken over, but he knows how silly that sounds. it's silly and it fits his diagnosis, if he were to truly believe that at all times. sometimes he believes it, sometimes he's adamant that that is the truth. because there's just no way that a seven year old could have constructed something like Charlie. then again, Charlie has grown with Oliver. still playful in his mannerisms, still a child in his head, Charlie remains a defying act that haunts the narrative. Oliver has indeed lost to his madness in the dark, but he somehow fights his way back every morning. if there is one thing about him that he's glad Spencer doesn't know, it's that he doesn't know about Charlie. he's not ready to tell him- he's too afraid that that will be what scares him away. everyone leaves, it's inevitable, but if he can get Spencer to stay, for just a little while, he knows it'll be worth the while- he can make it worth his while. for as long as Charlie remains quiet. as long as he remembers to take his medication, there shouldn't be any unresolving issues surrounding his mind.

Oliver smiles talking about Baskerville. it's clear to anyone that sees him how much his animals mean to him. they're his entire world and Baskerville had been the turning point for him. never having had a dog before, he didn't know how to react to Baskerville, but his psychiatrist had suggested a therapy dog to help with his anxieties. Baskerville is also trained on dealing with Oliver's black outs. he keeps him home, when he's able, and for that, Oliver is grateful. he doesn't know how many times he can handle waking up with blood on his hands, not sure where it had come from. sometimes it came from him, sometimes he found a knife in his hands and cuts on his arms to indicate what he'd tried to do, but other times . . . other times, he just doesn't have an answer. because of his medication, the black outs happen less and less frequently, and because of Baskerville, he hasn't harmed himself in months. he itches at his sleeves at the thought, the scars prevalent on his skin, but hidden by the cloth he wears. "you'd love Baskerville," he says finally, allowing that smile to remain on his face despite his darkened thoughts. "and Cupid . . . and Tabitha . . . and Goose. i've been thinking about adopting another stray, actually. there's a cat that comes by my house every morning. i think she's pregnant; her belly is so round." he likes hearing Spencer's voice, likes hearing what he has to say, and how he views Oliver. it's interesting and it makes him blush something mad, because someone can finally seem to see him for the first time. "i named Tabitha after my first cat. she was my best friend when i was seven years old. she was all i had after . . . after everything happened. i'm still surprised she didn't wind up dead, too."

Oliver notices when Spencer's expression falls and he frowns deeply, thinking maybe he'd done something wrong. then, he hears that he's lost Gideon and his heart aches for him. despite the fact that Oliver, too, has lost many people in his life, he still aches for Spencer. perhaps it's a case of empathy, or maybe it's because he's already growing extremely, unprofessionally, attached to this man. he's pretty sure it's the latter, but he's evidently decided to not acknowledge that attachment he's already developing. it's a rare development after all, one that he doesn't accrue lightly. the only other person he'd grown attached to at such a speedy rate was his professor and we saw how that one turned out- sleeping with your professor is definitely unprofessional and should have gotten the man fired from his position, but Oliver was adamant that he keep his job and never spoke a word to anyone. there are rumors, still to this day, but they can't be confirmed or denied. "i'm sorry to hear that," he says, sincerely, offering a heart broken smile in response. "he clearly meant a lot to you, and losing someone who means a lot to you can be hard to get over. i still struggle with that every day. i guess it's not something you can just 'get over' anyways. it's something that stays with you . . . forever."

Oliver's smile doesn't waver as Spencer continues, that heat returning to his face. he's not sure how much he's going to blush today, but apparently, it's going to be a lot. "are you always this nice or is it just me?" he asks, teasing lightly as he tries to hide his smile by biting his lip. he's embarrassed, but he can't help but tease him. all the compliments and otherwise nice words thrown his way have done so much for his damaged ego, he doesn't know what to do with it all. Spencer clearly knows a lot about what had happened, having gone through his case file, but he obviously is missing out on a few key points that aren't in the file he read. maybe one day Oliver will indulge him and fill him in; maybe one day he'll tell him about his mother's kindness and how she had tried to reach her son while her throat was being slit. perhaps one day, someone will believe him when he says the truth.

Oliver is relieved when Spencer says he hasn't scared him away, his eyes drifting towards the front of the coffee shop. the line was getting shorter. he made a move to step forward, still listening as Spencer spoke. he shifts his weight again, shifting his bag with him. he does this a lot- it's a sort of shift in his energy as he tries to contain everything inside of him, so he doesn't break. it would be incredibly embarrassing of him if he were to just break down into tears because someone is finally hearing him out. he clears his throat, willing the sadness to go away as he talks about his uncle. he can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but he blinks them away, adamant that he doesn't actually cry in front of someone he's just met. he doesn't want to make things weird for Spencer and that might just do it, though he's clearly seen a thing or two. "i'm glad i haven't scared you away," he whispers, after he's certain he's not going to cry. he keeps his eyes forward while he talks to Spencer, not wanting to look at him as he talks about the things that hurt him. "i know he didn't do it," he says, licking his lips. "because i saw my stepfather kill my mother. i didn't imagine that. i was there and no one believes me." he finally looks at Spencer then, a furrow in his brow, a sadness lingering in the air. "but no one wanted to believe me. i was just the sad, sick kid who didn't know what i saw. but you can't forget something like that. you can't imagine that. i know what i saw. i was the last thing my mother laid eyes on."

[slytherinsnekxvii]

let's talk about lily evans and the marauders, aka moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs. given that i didn't use their actual names, i think you can figure out where this is going. it's also long as hell, so. canon vs fanon, marauder edition, except snek is sleep deprived.

now, before we begin, i don't dislike the marauders. or lily, tbh. if I'm being perfectly, genuinely honest, i still go back and forth sometimes but they've been growing on me for a while now. the canon versions, at least. fanon does them real dirty, and that's part of why i'm writing this, because i'm genuinely tired of it. it's an injustice.

you can at least make excuses for james and lily, who were so undeveloped that jkr practically dropped a fill-in-the-blank sheet of character information in our laps, but sirius, remus and peter were around long enough for y'all to get real acquainted with them.

in canon, sirius black is an unhinged mf. genuinely. this isn't to say he's a bad guy, in fact, we see that he's still capable of doing good things, still capable of love, still capable of all the things that prove he's actually not bad at heart, just,,, severely traumatised and very steeped in negativity from his time with the dementors. what i'm saying is that this man is absolutely, no questions asked, no holds barred demented, and how could he not be? the guy sat wrongfully imprisoned in azkaban for twelve years, a good portion of which he spent as a dog in order to protect himself from the dementors. he certainly wasn't completely insane, but you cannot tell me that he was all there. he got out of azkaban fuelled almost solely by the intent to get revenge on pettigrew, tried to commit murder in front of three witnesses who were also children—one of whom was his godson—ate rats and was also malnourished, which i'm certain did not help the situation any. this man is off his goddamn rocker, and you know what? you love to see it. good for him.

oh, but, snek, that's what he's like as an adult. what about when they were at school? before azkaban? my guy, the reaction he has to grimmauld place is not the reaction of someone without trauma. i don't believe that walburga and orion were the type to physically abuse their children, but whatever happened in that house helped to fuck him up enough that he skipped the joke of part of practical joke, and pranked snape by telling him how to meet a werewolf that he knew would be fully transformed and dangerous to humans. more than that, the werewolf was remus, whom he's friends with, and who—best case scenario—would be facing a trial if james hadn't stepped in. you can say that maybe he didn't think about or understand the gravitas of his actions, but at the end of it, that's not how properly sane people react to people they dislike, and that's not how they treat their friends. if anything, it reads like he was in the middle of a breakdown and absolutely losing his shit and he wasn't thinking at all.

my guy went through some serious shit, and was in no way completely mentally stable. we can see pretty clearly that he's got a serious dark side to him that probably would have gone unbridled had he not disagreed with his family, and yet, fanon took one look at him and went, "teehee, uwu bad boi go vroom."

fanon said padfoot is a pretty boy with nice hair who is tastefully traumatised from his horribly abusive household. sirius rides his motorcycle and plays jokes and flirts with anything that moves, but he can do no real wrong and always comes back to his soft, bookish, chocolate-loving boyfriend remus, who will laugh about his lycanthropy and quietly disapprove but secretly laugh at his friends' antics while hiding his smile in his cardigan.

respectfully, what in the absolute fuck.

i'd put that meme in here if i could, the one that's like, "well done, you've broken _______ down to its bare essentials," but no. i can't bc it doesn't even apply. this isn't a meme, it's theseus' fucking ship.

fanon broke it down, and replaced the pieces one by one until we got to this point, where we need to sit down and ask ourselves, "is this even the same character?"

the answer is no, by the way. it isn't. when people talk about woobifying characters—you know, taking away every flaw they have, romanticising everything they do and making them only capable of doing good, wonderful, lovely things?—this is what we mean.

and it'd be one thing if it was just the one character, but, no. fanon went all in and made them all squeaky clean and boring, especially peter, who draws the shortest of the straws.

remus got fucked, too. not just because fanon insists on sticking him into a relationship with sirius. which, we'll tackle wolfstar in a bit, but that's not even the worst of it. here, we have yet another example of blatant, rampant woobifying. again, is he a bad person? no. we know he's a good guy, we know he's generally kind and well-mannered, we know that he wants to fo the right thing but hey, fun fact. did you know that you can be nice and a coward? did you know that you can be benevolent and good and kindly and have the greatest of intentions and still be shady as fuck? no? ask dumbledore. the man played people like chess pieces when he needed to, and he was a twinkly grandpa. these are things that can coexist.

teenage remus is a coward who, understandably, does not stand up to his friends, likely for fear of being ostracised, and doesn't uphold his prefect duties as he should and takes part in their bullying of snape as a result. he lets them romp with him in werewolf form while they are in their animagus forms and then, he lets them continue to do so even after they have multiple close calls, which, again, had anything happened, would have resulted in a trial in the best case scenario.

grownup remus is still a coward, he tells no one that sirius can move about the school in his animagus form despite wholeheartedly believing that he's a mass murderer, he tries to run out on his wife and unborn kid. he isn't deliberately making attempts to harm anyone, but he's content to sit back and let things happen to him and around him so he doesn't rock the boat, although he is capable of action, which we see when he is more than willing to help sirius merk pettigrew in the shack. he can be careless, he runs out to the shack knowing he hasn't taken his wolfsbane and ends up transforming in front of the students he, as a teacher, is meant to be protecting. of course, this doesn't negate his good qualities, it just bears repeating that his flaws do exist, and they're pretty serious.

fanon moony is always pleasant and kind and soft-spoken and bookish, and he always has to have his chocolate. he knows when to tell off his friends, and he'll do it, even if he's secretly amused by everything they do and laughs about it with his best friend, lily evans, who coincidentally spends all her time with them so he and sirius can go on double dates with james and lily and no one has to remember peter exists.

why. theseus' ship 2.0. does the actual character still exist or is this something entirely different thing bearing the same name?

as for peter, who needs peter pettigrew, the actual, legitimate, fourth marauder when you have lily evans? canon pettigrew is opportunistic as fuck. he's latching himself to the biggest bad on the block and he's going all in. for teenage peter, that was james and sirius, and for adult peter, that's voldemort. canon peter is good enough at transfiguration to master the animagus transformation, just like his friends, and he's good enough at potions to brew the potion that gives voldemort a body. and honestly, you can't say he wasn't brave. he could've run off somewhere and died, or changed his identity or something after he faked his death and framed sirius, but, no. he goes and resurrects voldemort. that's fucked up, yeah, but it happened and honestly, i respect that it. he stuck to his guns.

fanon wormtail is lucky if he exists beyond being a spineless sycophant for james and sirius, or an evil conniving little rat who's looking to toss his entire friend group to the wolves at eleven.

of course, this isn't meant to negate his bad qualities, he still murdered people and framed sirius and sold out the potters to die, but his good characteristics do exist, and james, sirius and remus genuinely were his friends.

and now, we get to lily and james.

we have hardly any information on either of them. they're a pair of cardboard cutouts that we can paint and stick flyers to and colour outside the lines however we want. we can do whatever the fuck, as long lily is brave and smart and somewhat kind and james is brave and willing to die for his family. we were essentially handed a pair of ocs.

and yet.

what little bits of canon we have are thrown out of the window regardless.

james is privileged and rich, and he throws hexes for fun. he's willing to hex lily when she disagrees with him, and then, he goes behind her back to continue hexing snape after she believes that he's stopped doing so. and that's all we know about him until he dies for his family at twenty-one years old. once again, say it with me: this does not negate his good qualities. he definitely had them, he took sirius in when sirius ran away from home, he became an animagus to keep remus company as a wolf, and he saved snape in the shack, thereby saving remus and sirius by extension. him having flaws does not make him a bad person.

fanon prongs is a feminist. he fights for equal rights for women everywhere, and he constantly treats his girlfriend, lily, like an absolute queen. he's the hottest boy in school and everyone claps when he walks through the halls. mcgonagall and dumbledore are always patting him on the back and making jokes with him. he has a built-in dark detector that helps him sense when someone is a evil and needs to he punished.

give me a break. the dude's cool and all, but was the gary stu treatment necessary?

...oh, he needed to match fanon lily? right, right.

canon lily is a contradiction unto herself. she's supposedly a great friend, but since we see her at a point where they were already drifting apart, we see her putting little effort into keeping their friendship afloat. she victim blames based on rumours, she doesn't seem to care over much about what snape has to say about the people who have been tormenting him since day one. and she's justified, of course, she doesn't have to stick around. canon lily is a bit of hypocrite, she says that snape calls everyone of her birth mudblood, but then that begs the question why she still hangs around with him if that's the case. he calls her mudblood, she retaliates by calling him snivellus, and finishes up with a dig about his underwear, which, sure, it's kicking a man with a rusty spoon and pouring salt in the wound, but she's, again, justified. i get where she was coming from. and then, of course, she dies for her kid after marrying the guy who relentlessly bullied her quote-unquote best friend for their entire school careers. but, like i said, canon lily is, in many ways, a contradiction.

lily is basically a plot device. she pushes everyone's narrative but her own, and does little else.

of course, this trend would continue in fanon. fanon lily exists to be the perfect girl who gets really angry over the slightest injustice, and of course, she gets to be one half of one of the oldest enemies-to-lovers "it was just sexual tension" cliche pairings in the book. she's just,,, a mary sue. in so many fics, so many headcanons, she's just pettigrew's stand-in, a girl to form a gang with marlene, mary and dorcas—who happen to be more undeveloped ocs who also get the woobify mary sue treatment—to parallel the marauders. there is nothing compelling about her character when she's presented as a saint, and even less when she's supposedly the other moral compass for the marauders that doesn't actually work because she thinks that james is cute.

and this brings me to the next topic. jily. what, why, how. this was supposed to be a healthy, happy relationship that would have lasted in the long run? absolutely not. even for its time, i can't say that i see it lasting.

first of all, jkr presents james' crush on lily as just that: a crush. a mildly obsessive one, but a crush nonetheless, which she tries to liken to the pulling of pigtails. and then, we see that james' way of getting her to go out with him consists of blackmail, and when that doesn't work, he resorts to threatening her. this could have been set aside if he had actually, genuinely changed when they started spending more time together, but as we're told by sirius and remus, he didn't. he just got better at hiding what he was up to. and it has to be that he hid it, because if she knew, this further damages the character that she's set up to have and paints her out to be either unable to stand up to him or an enabler.

regardless, they get married. and while i have trouble believing that it was out of genuine love, there are scenarios that could make some semblance of sense. it's wartime, after all, and maybe lily is worried about her stability in the wizarding world, so why not marry into an established family whose son is already showing interest? or perhaps, she falls into the trap of every bad boy cliche ever, and she thinks to herself, well, i got him to be better then, maybe i can get him to do even better in the future. or maybe, she doesn't get into a relationship with him immediately and sees him on and off, until eventually, she accidentally gets pregnant and they scramble to have a shotgun wedding so as not to leave lily alone at nineteen with a baby. or maybe they marry each other because they're there and sure, neither of then is ready and they don't know what love even is but what else is there to do when there's a dark lord about? anyways, the point is, they get married.

and then what? if we count pottermore into canon, he goes on to further damage her relationship with petunia and vernon, to the point where she ends up crying. if we don't, she fades into the background enough that nobody has anything to say about her. she's harry's mum, she's james' wife, lily potter, she was kind and smart and brave and that's it. her agency is gone, anything else we have of her personality is gone.

jily just,,, wasn't built to last. and, yeah, this,,, this is a hill i'll die on.

same with wolfstar, honestly. there are so many reasons why it wouldn't work, but fanon has made it so fucking prevalent that it's literally everywhere no matter where you look.

first of all, i've said it before and i'll say it again. sirius is more likely to get with james that he is to ever end up in a relationship with remus. their chemistry is just,,, underdeveloped. net zero for a relationship.

secondly, sirius instigated the werewolf prank, and lupin would have paid the price for it. this could have been overlooked, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit guilty about any of it when it's brought up in poa. he could have been responsible for lupin losing the security of his place at hogwarts in the best case scenario, and in the worst case, his life. and he seems to look forward to full moons, even though they clearly aren't pleasant for remus, which,,, yeah, you're going to have fun, but like, maybe be concerned about the fact that your friend undergoes excruciating pain and it isn't a pleasant time for him? read the room, my g.

thirdly, they don't trust each other as much as fanon seems to think they do. they were both willing to believe each other the traitor before ever suspecting pettigrew. sirius thought remus gave away the potters, hell, he thought remus was a spy for voldemort, and remus was convinced that sirius was a mass murderer. neither of them needed to be convinced.

fourthly, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but like. sirius had money. remus had no money, since, yk, he was a werewolf and struggling for cash and still, sirius,,, did not leave him any money. i feel like if you had money to spare, you would give to your friend who is literally poor. but, again, maybe i'm reading too much into it and this isn't as valid a point as i think it is.

and ehh, the fifth reason is that it's,,, actually very much not the representation for the ltgbt community that fanon says it is but y'all aren't ready for that conversation.

anyways, just,,, even when you set the couple shit aside, the power dynamics between everyone here is fucked. like, james and sirius are clearly at the top of food chain calling the shots and egging each other on. then there's lily, who isn't even a marauder, but is always ever-so-slightly above remus but still not on their level, because, well. neither of them actually listen to her. remus is the novelty friend, the friend who's,,, alright, i guess, but you keep them around specifically because they're funny or they can dance or they have something that you can either show off to other people or keep as your little inside joke, your little secret, yk? and peter is just sort of there. like, yeah, he can do what we can but does that make him as good as we are? no. does he have a funny little something about him that we can exploit? nah. therefore he sits at the bottom. and like, yeah, james and sirius are on the same level, but james is yanking sirius' chain, not the other way around. anyways, like i said. power dynamic's fucked and it bothers me that we were given all of this, and fanon decided to take it all and throw it away so they could give us flamboyant!badboi!sirius black x softboi!motherhen!remus lupin going on double dates with feminist!trustfundbaby!james potter and saint!lily evans while ignoring peter pettiwho?

theseus' fucking ship, indeed.

anyways, this needed to be said. it might not make as much sense as i want it to, considering it's 4:12 in the morning as i'm posting this, after taking a break from writing to do some research and coming across way too much content about fanon marauders, but it's here and it still makes enough sense that you can read it and understand what i mean. and like, at the end of the day, you can go ahead and headcanon whatever you please, you can write fic and make art and do whatever you like, just,,, remember that they're exactly that. headcanons. stop presenting fanon as canon. please. i'm literally begging. we actually have evidence against it. just,,, acknowledge that they're headcanons and stop putting them forward as though they're able to fit into canon. please.

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Continuation of the Tag Game "A Ten But..."

@lassiesandiego @lyutenw @rickie-the-storyteller These are characters from my current medieval dark fantasy WIP The Last Wrath.

LUCIYA- A 10 but is treated like the world like "a child of a nobody" for her lowborn status and partially due to the fact that her Dad was framed and wrongfully imprisoned by orders of the local nobility when she was a little kid for knowing more secrets than he was supposed to. Wants to be somebody because of this. Also struggles with mommy issues on the side for a mother she never met, but completely fails to realize it. She loved her freedom, only for it to be ripped away from her and be forced to become some kind of a servant to the nobles who ruined her life. Escaped due to her wits after overhearing a scheme, was found and raised by a group of forest dwelling kids, lost that too. Has a lot of mental confusion due to a perceived betrayal, still trusts too much and found herself far too deep in a conflict she barely knew was happening due to reckless life choices and a bit of Fate which, seemed to like playing pranks on her. Is too tired to give a damn and honestly anything could happen and she wouldn't even be surprised anymore, she would just YEET herself into more trouble anyways, so why bother getting stressed.

DARIAN - A 10 but is the living embodiment of anxiety running on the medieval equivalent to an energy drink. Is terrifyied of conflict, even though he is the son of two rebel fighters and whose family literally has war in their blood. Currently struggling to understand himself while living under a fake identity after being thrown far from what he has known, while trying to find a missing friend whom he made a promise to. Trying really hard to fight against every instinct telling him to run away from the danger. Doesn't really like or know how to fight and is more of a potions maker, while in the middle of a war of which his family are key players in. Awkward only child trying to hard to understand what the fuck is happening to his life. Doesn't know whether the elf friend he saved from a lunatic warlord's castle dungeon is: a) dangerously unstable, b) flirting, c)trying to hide something sad, and it's likely to be all of these options.

ZEPHYR - A 10 but has the self-esteem of a paper clip and it shows. Was cursed a few years back but only now has come to realize the implications of it. Is too chivalrous for his own good and is willing to face the executioner if it means standing up for his values and beliefs. Lives with deep seated trust issues after being betrayed by a family member and currently has exactly one person he trusts. Runs in 2 hours of sleep and the sheer force of will. Is trying too hard to find an anti magic spell without dying. Wants a hug but hates interacting with others. Acts like that one feral stray cat who is simultaneously trying to pick a fight and is afraid of a random leaf that fell 10 meters away. Cares more about intellect and knowledge than anyone that he knows, to an extent that he can become distant and aloof towards other in his search for knowledge. Isn't really afraid of anything despite having 0 strenght (ensue chaos), yet knows more fighting tricks than he should.

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Ten freshly-Gacha’d WOY OCs for Saturday

Pandora Pameron: Rilzdonite, age 12. Can use all kinds of forbidden magic with little consequences. Used one such spell to switch lives with the Queen of Rilzdon and even erase her from existence because she wanted to be Queen. The King suffered a fatal seizure not long after, and to this day some people still think Pan poisoned him (she didn’t). A few weeks after the King’s funeral, her crush, Lorgin Hensense, was wrongfully imprisoned for the murder of his mother, who just so happened to be the former royal advisor’s wife. And so, Pan joined forces with Harvax and Stok to clear Lorgin’s name, and rewarded them with personal bodyguards specially picked from the Rilzdonian Royal Guard. Still trying to convince H&S to be her trusty companions (read: loyal steed and court jester respectively).

Rhubarb: Ragdoll, age unknown. Was discovered by Wild Card at the bottom of a lake and brought back to the Insurgents’ place. Turned out to be sentient and tried to kill the Insurgents, but was stopped by WC just in time. Unfortunately however, they somehow survived their painful stint in the furnace and are now plotting their revenge. Rarely seen without a knife in hand.

DJ Halation: Human, age 24. Club Jubilee’s top-rated DJ.

Eiael Hensense: Rilzdonite, age 40. Was King Rilzdon’s advisor when he was still alive. Thinks Queen Pandora really did kill the King and challenged her to a duel. When he was inevitably defeated, he ended up murdering his own wife, Viela, and framing their 14-year-old son, Lorgin. Was exposed by Harvax, Stok, and Pandora, and was ultimately erased from existence.

Marina Sorano: Nekojin, age 16. Idol known as “Nya! Nya! Marinya!”. Her best friend is a black cat named Arlen.

Elise Heartwood: Human, age 18. Traveling saleswoman. Crafts all her wares from scratch, ranging from medicine to baked goods to dolls. A shy, sweet young lady who can be very self-conscious. Has the assistance of an invisible familiar named Esile. Besides said familiar, the Congenialites are her only real friends, and Oink even affectionately calls her “The Walking Blarpee’s”.

Orin Tomoe: Human, age 15. Owns a curry club on the outskirts of Okeydokia. 100% would date seven people simultaneously. To clarify, she’s crushing on Emperor Awesome, Ryder, Chad Starlight, Sourdough for some reason, Neckbeard, General Outrage, and Harvax-- all equally.

Shion Yorizuma: Monochronian, age 8. Shunned by her kind for dressing in vivid colors. Mistakenly believes she only has 17 days left to live. The gigantic slime is her pet. I’m not sure about that leaf.

Sayaka Yoshida: Human, age 15. A mutual friend of Ryder and Trudi Traveler. Can create infinite copies of herself at will. Has a satori yōkai (I think that’s what that thing is) named Satou who only gets along with Saya, Frederick, and Trudi.

Yukari Satsuki: Foquenian, age 23. Veterinarian. Selectively mute. One of Wild Card’s dozens of exes from before he and Clipper officially became boyfriends. (A-Team fans will get the reference.) Uses her blue staff to fly. Genuinely enjoys zapping people with her red staff.