#or he was so scared of his family being ripped apart that he told william when he learned what francine wanted to do?

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I just realized. Your dream theory revamp means there's a wide field of options for endings outside of the dream, and I'm wildly curious about any ideas you have for that. Does Evan get to like. Grow up?? Ik you were still debating on the Bite for this, but I'm wildly curious about what things would be like if he actually got to continue on past that point.

Also, does Elizabeth still go missing?

I have. All the curiosity. Tell me anything. Or nothing. Follow ur dreams

I'm going to half-answer this in a rambling mess, okay, bear with me

So, initial idea for the au was that both Elizabeth and Charlie disappear, but I'm not exactly sure how that happens if William isn't actually a killer

Maybe it's possible that William accidentally killed Elizabeth in an ''abuse gone too far'' moment and covered it up afterward. Or there's some other killer or kidnapper who got their hands on Liz and Charlie. Or Liz and Charlie ran off together and got hurt and lost in the woods and never came back.

Orrrr, I was also thinking that it'd be nice to have an au where Mrs. Afton, aka Francine, is actually alive. So maybe William and Francine were going to get a divorce because William is an abusive piece of shit, okay, and William tries taking the kids and running because he REFUSES to loose everything that he had (all the "property" he owned) but he only manages to get away with Mike and Evan. So maybe in this version, instead of kids spreading rumors about how Elizabeth died, William and/or Mike is the one doing that to make Evan stop asking questions about Liz. William would have to leave Fazbear Entertainment behind to avoid jailtime for, yk, kidnapping though, so this version probably wouldn't work.

Or it's possible that Francine was the one to try taking the kids and leaving to keep them safe, but she's only able to save Liz for some reason. That way William is still part of Fazbear Entertainment, and anger and grief over the divorce/Francine running would further William's abuse of the boys; William could try pushing the idea that Elizabeth is "missing" around town rather than admit that his wife ran off with her, and kids around town still spread rumors about animatronics being responsible for Liz's "death." Maybe Charlie still goes missing, maybe not.

But either way, I think "Evan eventually grows up to reconnect with his mother and lost sister" makes for a good ending, especially if we squeeze Mike in there for the happy ending. Though ofc a lot of effort would have to be put into their relationship for Mike and Evan to get to that point, not to mention Mike and Evan having to get over the trauma of being left behind by Francine, whether she wanted that to happen or not.

If Mike does try killing himself at some point in the au, and esp if Evan is the one to find him, i can see Evan still growing up to be a doctor (probably pediatrics specifically) in the au, maybe; Evan wasn't the one in danger but the doctors and paramedics were all super nice to Evan when he had to call for help, when they showed up, and during stays in the hospital waiting room to see what Mike's fate would be. Evan obviously isn't very used to kindness, so their kindness would mean a lot to him.

It does admittedly feel weird to think about Evan growing up in this au tho, and I'm tempted to kill him off before he gets to that point for any other ending besides the "grow up and reconnect with his mother and sister" ending.

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A Chronicle of Loss

Summary: 5 people Spencer Reid lost and 1 person he gained. A look at the traumas Spencer faces over the series, and giving him the happy ending he deserves.

Tags: grief, loss, abandonment issues, insecurity, depression, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, getting together, ‘didn’t know they were dating’, protective derek, autistic spencer

TW: self-harm, drug addiction, grief

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 3.6k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

The Inescapable Unravelling (<)

1. William

Spencer’s only ten years old when he watches his father pack his bags in his parents’ bedroom, watches as he smiles sadly at the sorry sight of him and his mother begging him not to leave, only to ignore their pleas and walk out the door. He remembers the anxiety written on his mother’s face, the shame in her eyes at being left in such a cruel way, the uncertainty as to whether they’d cope without William like it’s branded onto his skin, an egregious mark he can’t ignore. 

Just like that, he became the man of the house. He became the voice of reason, the sensible one, the person dealing with Diana’s episodes, all while balancing his school work in a desperate attempt to live a different life to the one he existed in as a child. 

He knows it wasn’t solely Diana, or Riley Jenkins, or any average marital issue that caused him to leave, he knows it was partly that William simply didn’t know how to handle an autistic child prodigy. He had a genius son who struggled with communication, had no friends, and refused to engage in any of the bonding activities he came up with. In the end, Spencer being different only compounded his desire to leave and, eventually, he stopped suppressing it and gave in.

He’d never blame his mother, but her confusion in her episodes often sent him flying down half a flight of steps or clutching a stinging cheek or banging his head on a door frame. She called him clumsy and he didn’t correct her. She called him ‘crash’ and he accepted the nickname. Without William there, he was completely and utterly alone, left to deal with the grief of losing a father and a schizophrenic mother who struggled to look after herself, let alone him. 

He still thinks about it all these years later. He thinks about what his father said to Diana when he left: “you refuse to take care of yourself.” He reflects on the fact that he was well aware Diana wouldn’t be able to take care of him, that he would be left to fend for himself, that a 10 year old can’t provide adequate mental health support no matter how hard he tries, and he still left. He thinks about what that meant, how little his father actually cared for him. 

He still thinks about it, and he still cries. His first encounter with grief, and he was only 10 years old. 

2. Innocence

Spencer had joined the BAU at 22: three PhDs under his belt and a lifetime of expectation on his shoulders, but somehow he’d managed to remain the most innocent member of the team throughout the first few years of his job. Until Tobias Hankel had taken it and completely obliterated any shreds of naivete he had left. 

Of course, he knew evil. He’d even experienced it first-hand, he’d been viciously bullied growing up and he’d encountered his fair share of violent, deranged serial killers, but Tobias -- or, more accurately, Charles and Raphael -- introduced him to evil on a completely new scale. The pain and fear that had tormented him in that cabin lived in a secluded, festering part of his psyche, reproducing at a terrifying rate in his memory, never resting, never quieting, unless dilaudid was streaming through his veins. 

His innocence was gone; there was only darkness, loneliness, corruption, and he was grieving for something he’d never get back. His life was now separated into two distinctly different eras, marked only by his kidnapping, by the cruel torture he’d been subjected to. 

Along with his innocence, he’d lost his relationships, he’d lost the family he’d found and loved so dearly. Nobody tried to help him escape the clutches of his PTSD or addiction, he felt like he was drowning right in front of his friends while they talked and laughed among themselves, muffling his desperate cries for help, and the frustration and abandonment joined the pain and fear in their festering corner of his mind. 

He eventually gets clean, he eventually recovers. But he’s never the same. He’s forever tainted by the actions of one man -- a man he struggled to blame -- and he can’t help but mourn the life he had before Tobias, the optimistic, brightly coloured world-view he used to hold before it was ripped up, stamped on, and burned to ashes right before his eyes. 

3. Gideon

Gideon leaves. Gideon leaves and the blow is almost as crushing as it was when he was ten. His mentor, his father figure, his friend abandons him with no warning, no goodbye. It hurts that he didn’t think Spencer worthy of anything more than a useless fucking letter that he left for him in a cabin because he knew that Spencer loved him enough to drive out there and find it; he knew that Gideon was much more special to Spencer than he ever was to him.

This pain feels almost worse because he’s surrounded by people feeling the same way, if to a less extreme extent. He finds himself comparing himself to Hotch, Derek, the whole team: it makes him feel as though he’s overreacting when even Penelope, arguably the most emotive member of the BAU, seems back on her feet within a few days and Spencer still feels as though he’s been hollowed out and all his insides replaced with the smouldering ashes of grief filling him up, weighing heavy in his stomach, climbing up his throat and choking him. 

He drags his feet, he doesn’t sleep, he drinks coffee, he runs on auto-pilot. Others notice, of course they do, but there’s nothing any of them can say to make it better, not even Hotch when he’s pulled into his office and sternly told that he needs to open up. Spencer just looks at him with empty, exhausted eyes and shrugs. Weeks ago, he would’ve cried but there aren’t anymore tears to cry, he’s reached a truce with himself. He isn’t happy but he isn’t crushingly depressed anymore: he feels nothing, an abyss of grey matter circling around inside him as he struggles to perform basic functions. 

“It’ll get better, kid,” Derek says seriously one day when he sits down at his desk, dullness settled deep in his eyes and numbness deep in his veins. It doesn’t feel like it. 

Rossi joins the team and he’s nothing but cold towards Spencer and the rejection only adds insult to injury, and nobody seems to care. His stomach hurts all the time and he’s losing weight again, he knows, but he can’t seem to put any effort into anything at all, least of all trying to be happy, trying to look after himself. 

He’s lost his protector and he’s replaced by another person who sees him as an intentional but irritating robot to be used and discarded, not thought of again until another geographical profile is required, or an obscure fact would help the investigation. The agony of existence for almost a year after Gideon’s disappearance feels almost too much to bear, even if Rossi does warm up to him, even if he does eventually begin to heal and forgive. It’s the first time grief almost kills him, and he isn’t even mourning the dead. 

4. Emily

Emily’s death tears him apart. For the first time since the year after Hankel, he considers many things. He buys dilaudid and fiddles with the bottle every evening, torn between the sweet relief he knows would be guaranteed the second it’s flooding his bloodstream and the torment of knowing it was Emily who helped him get clean the first time, how disappointed she’d be if she knew he was throwing away all those hours she put in, disregarding the belief she had in him. 

He holds a razor over the top of his thighs and slashes as deep as he can bear, daydreams about burying the blade deep enough to slice open his femoral artery and give up, embrace the darkness that’s been living inside him for years anyway. But he can’t stand the grief it would bring JJ, losing another sibling to suicide, even if he isn’t blood related. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone but himself, but it’s so cripplingly tempting and the frustration at not being able to give in to any of his darker fantasies has him tearing his heart out. 

Instead he cries, sobs, weeps, over the death of his best friend, shouts in anger at the unfairness of Emily’s life being taken by a dirty criminal while he gets to live as she’s six feet under, dark and cold in the ground. Images of her beautiful face he loved so much rotting away, turning into something grotesque and mangled roam around in his brain and he berates himself relentlessly for not appreciating her wide grin and teasing eyes more, hates himself for not appreciating every single moment with her that he could. 

And when she miraculously rises from the dead, he can’t even appreciate it because he feels as though he’s lost another friend. JJ, the one person he tried every day to live for, pictured in his mind every time he considered ending everything, had deceived him, had held him while he cried, held a cool washcloth to his forehead after he threw up from the force of his crying and the extremity of his grief, had watched him writhe in agony, all while having the power to stop it and doing nothing. 

The betrayal dizzies him: he doesn’t know who he can trust and the shock of Emily’s return leaves him reeling. He’s cold to the people he loves, and he can’t rejoice in Emily’s return, can’t sit down with her and chat like they used to, or hug her again, or joke with her, or prank Derek together. Again, he’s drowning and this time everyone’s focus is on him but he’s refusing their hands reaching out to help, stubbornly accepting his fate, too scared to take an outstretched arm in case it lets him go again. Surely the cold darkness of the cruel waters is kinder than another rejection or deception?

Finally, finally, he decides to trust one hand and he’s pulled above the waters again, not quite out of the ocean but at least he can breathe. Eventually, he finds the strength to walk to shore and he’s wrapped up in Emily’s strong arms, burying his face in her hair and swearing he’ll never let go again. 

5. Alex

He never, not for a moment, blames Alex for her decision to let go. If anything he admires her for it, he’s proud she made the right decision for her and her family, and at least he saw this one coming. He’s lost enough people by this point that the loss doesn’t ache and burn and fester in the way it used to, and they stay in contact; they have a bi-weekly FaceTime call and she texts him memes that he doesn’t understand and book recommendations regularly. 

But that’s not to say that losing his maternal figure on the team, the woman who he’d connected with the fastest out of any BAU member, who had understood him in a way no-one else could, who loved and cared for him like a son, doesn’t stab him in the gut. 

He’d take a bullet for absolutely everyone on the team, but he hadn’t taken a bullet for Alex out of some misguided loyalty to a coworker or because she was a member of the BAU, he’d taken a bullet for her because she was the best person he knew, and - plain and simple - some inner, more primal instinct within him wanted to save her life. And she’d stayed with him at the hospital, a little due to her guilt, a little due to her seeing Ethan in him, but mostly because she loved him. 

And he loved her. So seeing her walk down those stairs and knowing she wouldn’t walk into the bullpen the next morning - no matter how much he knew that this was the right thing for her to do - left him feeling hollow again, a little broken, a lot sore. He missed her deeply, both because she was an amazing asset to the team, but also because she’s a beautiful person who brought sunshine to his gloomy world. She had an indescribable talent for making him happy, and he felt her absence in his every-day life bitterly.

Although she’s still around, she still finds ways to brighten his day, still has some creepy telepathic ability to know when he’s down and exactly how to make him feel better, it’s another loss to add to the many he’s somehow managed to have collected over the years. And he can’t seem to tell the grief in his heart any different. 

At least this time it can be temporarily alleviated by a text message. It’s more than he could have asked for, really. 

The Gradual Intertwining (>)

+1 Derek

He falls in love with Derek like the kind of slow and steady drizzle that’s almost indistinguishable from heavy mist; so easily confused for the ordinary, familiar platonic feelings he’s harboured for years. It’s because of this that he doesn’t put up an umbrella, he continues walking as he’s gradually soaked in deep, entrenched yearning, until one day, he finally realises it’s raining. 

It’s on the morning of Rossi’s 60th birthday party that it finally clicks and, suddenly, it’s obvious. He let Derek carry him to bed last night after he fell asleep watching a movie, for God’s sake: he’d even woken up on the way but faked it just so he wouldn’t put him down. He’s known for years that a 187 IQ doesn’t mean his emotional intelligence is excellent, too, but this feels ridiculous even for him. He’s practically been in a relationship for years and he had no idea. This must be why he always got that strange feeling in his stomach when Derek talked about literally anybody else.

This is not an ideal realisation to come to when Derek is currently cuddled around him, about to wake up any minute. Spencer tries very hard not to think about the fact that he won’t blink an eye at their entwined limbs and what that means, but he’s not exactly in control of his thoughts right now. 

He feels like he sleepwalks through the morning, trying to pay attention to what Derek talks to him about as he cooks him breakfast, but his mind has sort of short-circuited, not knowing how to adapt to this new information. His brain is not equipped to process being in love, and zoning out is as good a coping mechanism as any for now. It’s not until they head back to the bedroom to get dressed and ready for the day that he snaps out of it.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Derek says loudly, clicking his fingers in front of Spencer’s face to get his attention. 

“Hm?” Spencer hums, feeling the world fade back into focus despite the haze of confusion still dizzying him somewhat. 

“Alright, you’ve been spacy with me all morning,” Derek says, shifting his weight slightly as he levels Spencer with an inquisitive gaze. He can’t help but feel a cool kind of dread pour down his spine at the idea of that look figuring him out. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, sorry,” Spencer says, forcing himself to snap back into action as he attempts to compartmentalise. “Just… didn’t sleep well, I guess.”

Derek looks doubtful but takes him at his word. “Okay,” he acquiesces. “Better get dressed, though. We’ve got a lot to get through today.”

“We do?” Spencer asks, ignoring the fact that he’s still stood in his ratty, oversized shirt and underwear in front of the man he’s deeply in love with, maybe for the sake of his sanity, maybe because he finds it hard to be embarrassed in front of Derek Morgan, not after all these years. 

“Yeah,” Derek says, like it’s obvious, “we gotta run to the grocery store and pick up a present for Rossi - probably some food for this barebones apartment of yours, too - pick up my clothes from the dry cleaners, and swing round Penelope’s to give her the blender I borrowed back. And I know for a fact you have some work to do on your latest paper, as well.”

Spencer, with his new perspective on the situation, considers the fact that Derek has included him in errands that are pretty exclusive to his own life. He also considers the fact that he never would have stopped to think this odd if he didn’t have the knowledge he has now. Unfortunately, simply considering does not shed much light on the situation. 

Because of this, Spencer does what he’s always done. He nods and gets ready for his day of driving around with Derek doing very mundane chores and wonders why he feels so excited. 

(While they’re out and about, it strikes Spencer why the realisation that he’s in love with Derek feels so paralysing: almost everyone he’s ever loved has left. He’s 34 and he’s never had a loving, committed relationship, and that’s for a reason: there’s only so much grief one heart can take. How could he ever give himself over to someone, hand them the key to his heart, open the door into his life, knowing that they could leave? Forever simply doesn’t exist, not for Spencer anyway. And truly, he doesn’t think he’d survive the loss of Derek, he can’t think of anything in the world that would be more painful.)

Despite the emotional exertion of the day, Rossi’s party is actually fairly enjoyable, probably aided by the glass of wine Spencer had accepted immediately upon entering the garden, he bloody well deserved it after the day he’s had. He gets chatting with JJ and Hotch and he barely even notices the absence of Derek by his side, having been roped into a conversation with Rossi and one of his famous poker friends that Spencer wouldn’t be able to place with a gun to his head. 

It’s not long before they reconvene though, programmed with some kind of homing instinct that always leads them back to one another, and Derek’s leaning a bit too close. Spencer finds it a little hard to breathe with his body pressed so close to his own, Derek’s warm, wine flavoured breath on his ear making his insides flip and setting butterflies free to roam his stomach. 

They spend the rest of the party like that, pressed away together in a corner, tucked inside one another’s pockets, and Spencer knows that he’s responsible for at least half of the instigation: he’s pressing back against Derek’s side with just as much pressure, leaning in closer, laughing a little louder, not bothering to hide the adoration that must be plainly written across his face. 

“Wanna come back to mine for a drink?” Derek asks as the night draws to a close, and how can Spencer refuse? They spend more nights together than apart at this point, and the last thing he wants is to feel lonely tonight, not after today.

“Please,” is all he says.

No-one says anything when they leave together, Derek’s hand loosely placed on his lower back. 

Derek’s apartment is warm and tidy, the opposite of Spencer’s, but it feels just as much like home as his own when he steps over the threshold. He’s about to tell him just that, but as he turns around to face him, Derek’s looking at him in a way he’s never seen before and his breath catches.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?” 

Derek steps a little closer, crowding into his space even more. “Can I kiss you?” he murmurs.

Spencer doesn’t bother answering, instead closing the gap on his own and pressing his lips to Derek’s. His hands go to Derek’s side on instinct but as he kisses back, Spencer feels one hand tangling itself gently in his hair, and another cupping his jaw and he gives way, melting into the touch. The whole thing goes right to his stomach, feeling it bottom out as the intensity of the moment threatens to overwhelm him before a small sound escapes Derek’s lips and he’s reminded who’s kissing him, whose hands are on him, who’s making him feel these things. All of a sudden, it’s easier to let go.

Their lips mould together as they collapse into one another, the final piece of the gradual intertwining of their lives and bodies over the last twelve years. A fire lights under Spencer and he feels his world tilt on its axis, except unlike previous life-altering experiences, this time it feels like its tilting into place, as though he’s been off-kilter this whole time, finally returned to his natural state. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” Derek whispers as they pull away.

“Why didn’t you kiss me sooner, then?” Spencer asks. 

“Today is the first day you knew you wanted it,” Derek replies, before he’s kissing him again. 

(Later that night, when they’re tucked into Derek’s bed, Spencer lies with his head on his chest, comforted by the steady, reassuring heartbeat as Derek whispers promises of forever into his hair. Spencer knows that nobody can ever really promise anything, but for the first time in his life, he decides it doesn’t matter. They’ll have to part some day, in one way or another - maybe Spencer will be the one to go first this time - but he realises that he’d rather have known Derek like this, to have known how it feels to love and be loved back, only to have him leave, than to have him stay and never know it at all.)

@criminalmindsvibez @strippersenseii

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UH tell us about frankies family,, also maybe mia's idk

Frankie's family:

Her and her little sister are adopted

One of her moms, Cindy, is a news reporter, and she works with Sissy's step-dad

She's a very kind, but strict woman, and she just wants the best for her kids

But when can, she spoils them toys and candy when they do good in school and what not, and if they do really well, and didn't get detention for the entire week, she took them to Teddie's family diner!

She was an orphan too and was in foster care until she turned 17, and she didn't want any other kid to suffer like she did, so she adopted Frankie and her siblings

Her other mom, Joan, is unemployed lol

Joan is a recovering drug addict, and gave up her son, Franklin, for adoption because she just couldn't take care of him

But when she was able to recover enough, she tried to track him down, and when she finally did find him, she was met with Cindy

Although, she was pushed out the first few times she tried to come back into her son's life, she kept trying, and Cindy eventually let her stay with them after finding out abt the cockroach nest Joan called an apartment

And obviously, they eventually got together

Franklin was hesitant to let someone who just abandoned him like that in his life, but Frankie was over the moon to get a 2nd mom

Speaking of Franklin, he was a real troublemaker and constantly picked on his little sisters

He got in detention alot, and his teachers hated him

He knew Mike, but they never really spoke unless they had to do something together for class

He kinda blames himself for Frankie's "disappearance" because HE was the one who dared her to rip apart Penny Poodle/Mangle after she told him how upset she was over Foxanne being replaced

Now onto Francesca, she was only 4 when Frankie "disappeared"

She was a real sweetheart and everyone she's ever met thought she was the cutest thing in the world

She was kinda scared of the animatronics, but she would always go with Frankie to see Foxanne, even when she made her go a little too up close

Mia's family:

Her dad, Peter, was family doctor and her mom, Gloria, was a school librarian

Gloria was a very sweet woman, she had a very colorful way of seeing the world. She was a social butterfly and was basically friends with every other mom in the neighborhood.

She was born in Mexico, tho her father was from colombia. Her family immigrated to America in the 50s when she was 10, and she met Peter in college. Even tho she was raised in America for 25 years of her life, she always speaks in Spanish, unless she needs to use English

Peter was a very cheerful man himself, tho he had a slightly less colorful way of thinking. He kept to himself most of the time, but was super eager to talk to his patients, and was best friends with Phil, Sissy's dad(he didn't believe his ex-wife's words for a minute)

Her parents were super pushy about their kids' grades and such, but they only wanted the best for their kids

They weren't abusive, not by any definition of the word, but they were quite strict

But they always listened to their kids if they had a problem or needed help, or they just couldn't do what they wanted

Now onto her oldest sister, Paula. She was more cynical than the rest of her family, but was cheery some of the time

She was very close to Mia. She'd help her study and let her play her guitar, and they'd talk for hours abt whatever niche topic Mia was interested in at the time

She actually played Teddie! Before her parents forced her to quit after one of William's spring-lock incidents landed him in the hospital

Next is Mia's older and only brother, Diego. He looked up to Paula alot, and was trying to mimic her, but he just came off as the average edgy 13 y.o

He didn't really get along with Mia and thought she was "laaaamee"

He was captain of his schools soccer team and was "friends" with Evelyn(they'd just sit together at lunch and hang out when all of her other friends were busy)

Next is Isabela, she's only a year older than Mia but tries to act like "the awesome big sister" to her and their 2 younger sisters

She took piano lessons, and violin lessons with Mia, she made her parents sign her up for the violin lessons just so she could spend more time with Mia

She was very cheerful and smart, and got good grades in school but she was TERRIBLE at any physical activities, she'd usually just sit on the bleachers with Mike during PE (they'd talk abt stuff that interested them both, but they weren't really friends)

Next up is Luanne, your typical hyperactive 6 y.o, very cheerful and would constantly tries to get her older siblings to stop studying just to play with her

She was very dumb, to put it bluntly, unlike her siblings

Which lead her to feeling neglected by her parents bc of how much they praised her siblings for getting good grades

She absolutely adored Teddie and friends, and would make Paula take her with her to work and would not stop talking abt it with Mia, and how she'd love to be friends with Bonna

And finally, there's little Julia, she was only 2 when Mia 'disappeared"

Mia was usually babysit her bc she was the only responsible one of her siblings

She's a toddler, not much else to say

[1787americanrevnerd]

The Life of Rebecca Barnes

Sorry if the dates are wrong, I tried my best to do the math.

The Howling Commandos had finally tracked down the only living family of James Barnes. James never talked about his personal life before the war to any of the Commandos and he really only talked to Steve. And since the Barnes' family is very closed off, it was hard to find James's family to offer condolences. He had died a while ago in the Swiss Alps, the army was going to send a letter but the Commandos thought it would be better to say it in person.When they came to the small apartment in NYC and knocked on the door they were not expecting a young girl with three other kids clinging onto her. The girl had frizzy, curly, hip-length dark brown hair. The Commandos knew this was the right house because the girl had the same smile as James.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" she asked. Dum Dum spoke next, "Is it okay if we come inside we worked with James." The girl nodded and ushered them inside. "Rikki, who are these people," asked a little girl with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. "Well, Lizzy these are some of Jamie's friends." Rikki picked up Lizzy and put her on her hip. "Is Stevie coming?" The Commandos felt guilty at the question Lizzy asked, Steve died the day previous."Anyway, what brings you to my apartment?" asked Rikki. "Well we are looking for a Rebecca is she home?" said Gabe Jones. "Oh, that's me, Rikki's a nickname my stupid brother gave me when we were kids." The Commandos now felt even more saddened by the news they were about to give the Barnes family. "Could we talk in private," one of the Commandos asked Rebecca.

Rikki led them into a separate room so that they could talk privately. "So why are you at my house?" asked Rikki. The Commandos knew that they should rip the bandaid off but it's still difficult to take off the bandaid. "Rikki that's a funny nickname," said Jim trying to start a conversation. "Yeah, I would always try to annoy my brother by calling him Jamie because he didn't like to be called, and I quote, "A name meant for a girl" so I always called him Jamie. He then started to call me Rikki since it sounds like a boy's name. And it just kind of stuck.""Ms. Barnes we have some unfortunate news to tell you," said Jack. Rebecca stiffened, "Is Jamie okay?" All of the Commandos looked down and Rebecca gasped. "He died in action, we were ambushing a train in the swiss alps and your brother fell off the side. He died fighting, I'm sorry for your loss," said Gabe. "Why isn't Steve here telling me this then?" questioned Rebecca. "Steve died crashing a plane into the ice in order to save millions," explained Dum Dum. They tried to say nice things to her like, "It's okay." "They died for a greater cause" but with every word Rebecca got angrier. Rebecca stood up and wiped off her tears, " No it's not okay my brothers died! For you people, and then you start saying meaningless words to me about it. Get out, get out of my house goddamn it!" The Commandos left silently not wanting to upset Rebecca further.

Rebecca went to her siblings, "I have some bad news, Stevie and Jamie died in the war." Lizzy and Martha went quiet and Linda, who was only a baby, started to cry. Rebecca wanted to cry too, but she had to stay strong like Jamie always did.Once the kids went to bed Rebecca dropped on the floor and started crying. "We can't even bury a body," she said over and over again. Jamie was always so full of life it's hard to imagine him dead. Deep down inside Rebecca believed that he was not dead, they had always had a twin-like bond, even though there was a 3 year age difference, meaning that they always knew what the other thought and the other well-being. Rebecca Barnes hated the people responsible for her brother's death and Rebecca needed to bring them to justice.

One Year Later

Rebecca wanted to do something worthwhile and she thought joining the S.S.R. was the only way to do so. Rebecca had good grades and experience with things the S.S.R did. She had taken criminology and forensic science in school and had just finished her combat training.When she was in the office and the man put down her file her looked up at her and said, "Why should we hire you?" he asks. Rebecca thinks about it and says, " I want to make the world a safer place and-" The man cuts her off, "No, no, no, I mean why would we hire you a woman. We already have Margret." Rebecca stands up and slaps her hands on the table, "Listen here you short sexist piece of sh*t, if a man came in here with the file I have I know for a fact you would hire him. Also, it is my human right to be able to work if I want to, I'm leaving so give me a letter when you make up your mind."

As she stormed out she was cut off by Margret Carter, "I agree with what you said about the chief being a short sexist," she didn't finish her sentence being a proper lady. Rebecca however was not, "Piece of sh*t." Peggy nodded. "I know a great Diner around here would you like to go once my shift is over?" Rebecca didn't have many friends this would be good for her. "Sure I would love to."

When they went to the diner Peggy led them to a booth and she sat down. "So what's your name?" asked Peggy. Rebecca hadn't even realized that they didn't know each other's names. "Rebecca Barnes," she said simply. Peggy froze at the surname remembering someone who was lost in the war. "Peggy Carter," Peggy said thinking that Barnes was a very popular surname it could be a whole other family.

"Do you have any siblings?" Peggy asked. "I have three younger sisters, Elizabeth, Lidia, and Margret. And I ha- had one brother, James," answered Rebecca. Peggy was now sure that this is the sister of James Buchanan Barnes. "What about you do you have any siblings?" asked Rebecca in return. "Yes I also had an older brother," replied Peggy. "I'm sorry for your loss," replied Rebecca. "It's okay, it was a long time ago." Rebecca was very easy to talk to, and she wasn't like the people Peggy was usually drawn to. She was far from a proper lady, she sat like someone who was not taught proper edict, and she was wearing pants. Not pants made for women but pants that probably belonged to a man at some point. "Your pants where did you get them?" Peggy asked. "They're hand-me-downs, from my brother. Money was never tight at my house but it just made me feel more normal, you know wearing hand-me-downs like most other younger siblings. Anyway enough about me, what's your deal?"

"I have worked in the SSR for a long time and I didn't get many jobs or respect until the war when I helped with Project Rebirth. After the war, well I turned into the secretary. I want to show people that I can do just as much as a man can and that I didn't just become an Agent because there weren't enough men to do the job. Why are you here?" Rebecca knew her answer, " You might not like it or agree with it but, I want to take down the people that hurt me and so many families. I don't want anyone else's brother to die because of a war. And the only way to do that is to rid the world of insane people who want to take over the world." Peggy nodded, "Well seeing as we will be the only women in the department I look forward o filing papers with you and hopefully putting "villains" in jail." Rebecca smiled and took a sip of her water, this felt like a good thing.

2 years later

It was Rebecca's first mission, there was no one left to do it. She had to take down some drug dealers. When she got to the location something was wrong the drug dealers were there all right but there were other people there. They had the HYDRA symbol on their jackets. Oh, how stupid had we been to think that if we killed the leader that they would die she thought. She had to move closer to get a better look.

She went up in the vents in order to hear and see everything clearly. Unfortunately, the vents were not very strong and she fell from them. The drug dealers left and the HYDRA soldiers pinned her to the ground. "Let's see who you are," the soldier said as he reached for the dog tags she wore. "These say, James Barnes, you can't be him. You must be his sister but which one? Are you Martha, Lidia, or maybe Elizabeth? Wait you are in your twenty's oh yes you must be Rebecca. Your brother's favorite."

"What are you going to do to me now that I know you still exist?" she asked. "Nothing, we know that you will be too scared to tell. Now run along and don't come back. She ran back not wanting to die. But she will tell people about Hydra.

Once she was out of earshot the soldier said, "Send the Winter Soldier after her. We can't have her knowing about us, or him."

---------------------------------------------------------------------Rebecca was on a date with her boyfriend of one year, William Proctor. They had stayed at Rebecca's house since they were an interracial couple so no one would serve them at restaurants. "So how was work today?" asked William. "It was good," lied Rebecca. She still hadn't told him about her real job he thought she was working at a DMV. "You're lying, you always take a sip of your wine and look left when you lie," said William. If he wasn't catching her lie Rebecca would have thought that it was very sweet that he notices the small things about her. "It wasn't the best but, I did get to try something different. William, I don't work at the DMV, I'm working at the S.S-" at that moment a metal hand went through the wall.

It was a man dressed in what seemed to be kevlar, he had a district metal arm, and was wearing a mask. Or a muzzle, part of Rebecca thought. "Is this someone from work?" asked William sarcastically. "Yeah, I was trying to track down some drug dealers, ran into HYDRA. I guess they sent their puppet after me," she replied. The man didn't like her comment very much because he started to attack her. Rebecca blocked most of his punches until his knife cut into her right shoulder, he then pulled it down to her wrist causing a massive cut along her arm. "Rebecca are you okay?" asked William from where he was standing in the kitchen. "Yeah just throw me a wrench or a knife!" yelled Rebecca. She had an idea, it might not be great and was based on a very flimsy theory but she wanted to try nonetheless. Once, William passed her a long kitchen knife she tried to shove it into one of the slots on the metal arm. She was successful she then twisted them with great struggle though since the man was trying to kill her. William came from behind and put two more objects in the man's metal arm. By this time Rebecca had already done quite a bit of damage. Knowing that he would lose the man left. Rebecca then collapsed in William's arms.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------"So how did you really cut the entirety of your right arm?" asked Peggy. "What do you mean? I was in a car crash and I cut myself on the window," answered Rebecca. "That's absolute rubbish, you're a great driver. Also, you're a terrible liar," Peggy told her. Rebecca sighed, "A man broke into my house, probably working for the people I "met" a few days back, he cut my arm." Peggy nodded, "What did he look like maybe I know about him." Rebecca thought back to the most distinct thing about him, "He a metal arm for his left arm." Peggy's eyes widened, "People have been talking about him, civilians I mean, a man with a metal left arm comes up at least once with every political murder after the war. People started to call him the Winter Soldier, the S. S. R. has been looking into him for a while now, but nothing comes up, he's like a ghost." Rebecca smirked, "Well then it must be a miracle that I'm still alive."

2 years later

This was Rebecca's first mission since she found out she was pregnant. She and William had decided that William would stop working, he didn't like his job much anyway. Rebecca almost got fired because the S. S. R. didn't want to pay for her maternity leave. She told her boss that she wouldn't take the leave, her husband (they aren't technically married but they have known each other for three years) would be home taking care of the child. She still went on missions since she only had a small baby bump. Nothing dangerous though, just a stakeout with Peggy and Howard. She told them about HYDRA well, she told Peggy and Howard overheard. She and Howard didn't get along, he was egotistical and cocky, two traits Rebecca hated. Howard had an equal despise for her, she was too reckless, something that wasn't always a good thing.

HYDRA was loading a truck nothing too interesting until the Winter Soldier came out to help them. He doesn't have his mask on but he was far away so no point in trying to figure out who he is, thought Rebecca. "Hey he kind of looks like Barnes," pointed out Howard. "I'm right here Stark, " growled Rebecca. "No, I mean your brother," explained Howard. Peggy leaned forward and squinted her eyes, "I mean from a distance." Rebecca laughed, "Why would Jamie be working for HYDRA? Also, my brother is incredibly vain, there is no way he'd let his hair get like that!" Peggy nodded then looked at Howard, "She has a point." Howard thought for a minute, "Maybe they put his brain in a blender?" Rebecca looked sick, "Please stop." Howard did, there were only a few things Howard was afraid of, and one of them was an angry Barnes.

3 years later

Rebecca had just had her second child, Myla, and she was already worrying. Her son, James, was a tiny terror she hoped that he didn't rub off on Myla. James had skin a little darker than Rebecca's, he had Williams nose and eyes, everything else about his completion looked closer to Rebecca. Kyla had very dark skin, she also had curly brown hair like her mother, she had her grandfather's eyes, and had Rebecca's jawline. Rebecca felt bad that none of them would ever meet their Aunts and Uncles since both Rebecca and William's family did not agree with the pairing. Rebecca felt especially bad that the one Uncle who would love to meet the kids couldn't be there. She and William had bought a small three bedrooms one bathroom house, because of the new family edition. All in all, Rebecca couldn't wait for the adventures to come with her family.

12 Years Later

Peggy had brought Rebecca to a diner to talk. "I and Stark have started something, called S.H.I.E.L.D. it's basically the S. S. R. but private would you like to join us. Rebecca nodded furiously, "Of course, I've been meaning to get out of the S. S. R. and I'm sure anything you're founding has to be worth it." Peggy laughed, "So what do you say we go and hand in our letters of resignation." Rebecca got up from the table excited to have a new beginning.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Seriously though Stark, why haven't you found someone yet. You're almost 43, times running out," said Peggy. "Look not all of us want to get married and have kids super young like Ms. I'm Fine over there," retorted Howard. "What do you mean young? I was 29 when I had James, and 32 when I had Mayla," said Rebecca. "The point still stands and I'm in a relationship now and it's going great," states Howard. "What's her name?" asked Peggy. "Maria, speak of the devil, I have a date with her. Nice talking to you ladies." Rebecca scoffed, "Let's hope this one isn't insane."

5 Years Later

"Top of the class aye?" asked Rebecca. Mayla blushed, "Yeah which means that I can choose any job I desire." Rebecca smiled, "What do you want to do then?" Mayla looked down, "Well I already applied for a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. and they hired me so I guess that." Rebecca was a little confused as to why her daughter would go behind her back on this one. "I just didn't want people thinking I got the job because of Aunt Peggy. I'll be working in the science division so I don't want people thinking I'm just dumb and spoiled." Rebecca laughed, "No one will think that you graduated top of your class from college when you're 19."

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That same year Anthony Stark was born, Howard was nervous. He was worried that Tony would turn out like him, Peggy worried the same thing. Rebecca tried to tell Howard that Maria was a good lady, she probably toned down the Stark genes in that kid.

21 Years Later

William had come to pick Rebecca up from work. That was when something strange happened William noticed something Peggy didn't. "Hey why have these guys neer finished their mission?" asked William. Howard went to get their files, "Maybe they forgot to check in?" Rebecca shook her head, "But all of them admit to not completing the mission. And they have outrageous reasons as to why. Who believed these guys?" Peggy went to the back of the file room and took out a few more, "They were all signed by these men, we don't have any records on them until the year 1965." William spoke up, "Maybe they are in on something together, like a rival agency type deal." Howard scoffed, "There is no way SHIELD could be infiltrated." Rebecca hit him upide the head, "Your arogence will be the end of you, Stark." Peggy shruged, "We'll look into it in the morning. Howard your son is home you should be spending time with him. Rebecca if I am not mistaken you have your grandchildren Kimberly and Scott waiting for you to teach them how to properly use a gun." They all left but none of them knew that this was the last time Howard, Peggy, and Rebecca would be in the same room together.

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They were all invited to the funeral, even if Rebecca wasn't that close to Howard. Peggy and Rebecca sat next to Tony the whole time knowing that he needed someone to be there with him. Peggy and Rebecca were like his Aunts, they were usually at the Stark estate. Rebecca and Howard would be bickering most of the time but Rebecca was still present at the house often when Tony was a child. Everyone was telling Tony about how his father was a great man and how they were sorry that he lost his dad. However Peggy and Rebecca tod him that Howard wasn't perfect and that they were sorry he had to lose his parents but they never tried to tell him what to feel or how to think about it.

18 Years Later

Rebecca had grown old and now had great-grandchildren, but she still worked at SHIELD. She didn't work in the field anymore though, she was a therapist of sorts. One day they sat her down with a young lady with bright red hair and told Rebecca to make the girl safe to be around. They were then left alone to talk and to help this girl through whatever was going on with her."My name is Rebecca Barnes Proctor, and you are?""Natasha Romanoff.""What would you like me to call you?""...Natasha.""Well then Natasha let's get started. Why are you here?""I worked for the KGB a kind man named Clint Barton dragged me here and they told me to sit through this until I was stable enough to go into the field.""I used to be a SHIELD Agent you know, I was here when this place was first built. Now I work here, helping people like you.""...Who is that a picture of on your desk?""That was my brother, he died in the war.""I'm sorry.""It's okay he's been gone for a long time. Anyway why would people think you aren't stable?""I was a Russian Spy, they just want to make sure I'm on their side.""Do you promise not to betray us?""I wouldn't dream of it. I can't go to a prison cell, again.""Great then I will tell themyou are stable as long as you come help me watch over my great grandchildren every Thursday.""I will Mrs. Proctor.""Oh please, call me Rebecca.""Thanks Rebecca."

1 Year Later

"You seem quiet today Natasha is something wrong?""It's nothing I just got out of the Hospital that's all.""What were you there for?""A man with a metal arm shot someone through me.""So I see you've met the Winter Soldier.""The Winter who?"The Winter Soldier, he's an assassin.""Why haven't I heard of him?""He's like a ghost no one can track him and every file we have of himis erased gone. You see this scar he gave me it."Natasha looked at the scar, "Looks like it hurt." Rebecca sighed, "It did for a long time, but what's done is done. Be careful Natasha." Natasha smiled, "I always am."8 Years Later"Rebecca!" called Natasha, "I brought some company for you!" Rebecca smiled, "I'm in the kitchen." She was trying to complete the crossword when she saw Natasha. "Hello, dear I'mso glad you found time to visit me." Natasha looked at the other visitors, "Guys this is Rebecca, she's a few years younger than Steve. And Rebecca this is Sam-" Rebecca inturpterd her, "Stevie! Why haven't you visited me since you came back from the ice?" Steve looked dumbstruck, "I thought you would be dead or you wouldn't remember me." Rebecca wacked him upside the head, "That was easier to do when you where shorter but this will have to do. How dare you think me dead! And I'm not that old, this brain's still ticking!"

Bucky was behind the wall he didn't really know who this lady was and he wasn't sure she would be happy to have a murderer in her house. He noticed something on her left arm then, a scar going down it. Bucky remembered that, he did it to the young women who was trying to have dinner with her boyfriend, then he tried to kill her. Bucky stepped out of the shadows to say he was sorry for hurting her all those years ago when the women hugged him. She started saying, "Jamie, I knew you were alive! Everyone said that you were dead but I knew deep down that you were alive!" Natasha smiled, that was the first time Bucky had ever seen her smile. "As I was about to say, this is Rebecca Barnes Proctor," said Natasha. When the name was said Bucky started to remember her, he would call her Rikki. Bucky hugged her back, "Long time no see Rikki." Rebecca looked at Bucky's arm, "I know what you did and I forgive you."

1 Year Later

Rebecca died peacefully in her sleep a few months after seeing Bucky again. Evryone said that since she saw him her heart had been ready to go, knowing that he was alive. Others said that she missed her friends and loved ones. Whichever you choose to belive just remember that Rebecca Barnes lived an amazing life.

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Dana Martin, 31, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Montgomery, Alabama. Daroneshia Duncan-Boyd, an Alabama-based trans advocate, said “she was a person that was loved by many.”

Jazzaline Ware, 34, a Black transgender woman, was found dead in her Memphis apartment. Her death is being investigated as a homicide, according to The Advocate.  “Our community in Memphis is mourning the death of Jazzaline Ware, a Black trans woman and beloved friend,” said the Transgender Law Center in a press release.

Ashanti Carmon, 27, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Prince George’s County, Maryland. “Until I leave this Earth, I’m going to continue on loving her in my heart, body, and soul,” said Philip Williams, Carmon’s fiancé. “She did not deserve to leave this Earth so early, especially in the way that she went out.

Claire Legato, 21, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Cleveland. Friends and family took to social media to mourn Legato’s death, remembering her as someone who was “full of life.”

Muhlaysia Booker, 23, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Dallas. Friends, family and advocates across the country took to social media to mourn Booker, sharing their shock and disbelief. “Such a beautiful spirit taken too soon,” wrote one person. “She lived her life and loved all of who she was.”

Michelle ‘Tamika’ Washington, 40, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Philadelphia. Washington, who was also known by the name Tameka, is remembered by friends and loved ones as a beloved sister and “gay mother.”

Paris Cameron, 20, a Black transgender woman, was among three people killed in a horrific anti-LGBTQ shooting in a home in Detroit, according to local reports. Alunte Davis, 21, and Timothy Blancher, 20, two gay men, were found dead at the scene and Cameron was taken to the hospital, where she died from her injuries.

Chynal Lindsey, 26, a Black transgender woman, was found dead in White Rock Lake, Dallas, with signs of “homicidal violence,” according to police. Friends, family and community members took to social media to share their shock at her death, describing her as “smiling” and “a person I had never seen mad.”

Chanel Scurlock, 23, a Black transgender woman, was found fatally shot in Lumberton, North Carolina. “RIP baby,” wrote a friend on Facebook. “You [lived] your life as you wanted. I’m proud of you for being unapologetically correct about your feelings and expectations of YOU.”

Zoe Spears, 23, a Black transgender woman, was found with signs of trauma in Fairmount Heights, Maryland, and later pronounced dead, according to local reports. “She was my daughter – very bright and very full of life,” transgender advocate Ruby Corado, the founder and executive director of Casa Ruby, told HRC. “Casa Ruby was her home. Right now, we just want her and her friends and the people who knew her to know that she’s loved.”

Brooklyn Lindsey, 32, a Black transgender woman, was found dead in Kansas City, Missouri, according to local news reports. “I love you, Brooklyn Lindsey,” wrote a friend on Twitter. “I shall live on for you. Rest in power, sista.”

Denali Berries Stuckey, 29, a Black transgender woman, was found fatally shot in North Charleston, South Carolina. “I lost my best friend, first cousin,” wrote a family member on Facebook. “We were more than cousin. We were like brother and sisters. I love you so much, Pooh.”

Tracy Single, 22, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Houston. “Rest in power and peace Tracy,” wrote Monica Roberts, Houston-based transgender advocate. “You were taken away from us way too soon.”

Bubba Walker, 55, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Charlotte, North Carolina, in late July. She is remembered by friends and family as “one of those people who was really fun to be around. She was very kind and she loved helping people.”

Kiki Fantroy, 21, a Black transgender woman, was fatally shot in Miami. Fantroy’s mother remembered her as having “a heart of gold” and being “a very loving person.” She also pleaded for justice for her daughter, saying, “My baby, my baby. Please help bring justice to my baby.”

Jordan Cofer, 22, was among the nine victims killed in a mass shooting in Dayton, Ohio. While Cofer was only out to a handful of close friends and used the pronouns he/him/his on his social media profiles, he is remembered by friends as “extremely bright” and “well-liked.” A friend told Splinter News that “Jordan was probably one of the sweetest people you would ever meet, a true saint, but he was also very scared constantly. He tried to give the best to everyone.”

Pebbles LaDime “Dime” Doe, 24, a Black transgender woman, was killed in Allendale County, South Carolina. Doe’s friends and family remembered her as having a “bright personality,” and being someone who “showed love” and who was “the best to be around.”

Bailey Reeves, 17, a Black transgender teen, was fatally shot in Baltimore, Maryland. She is remembered as "a person who lived her life to the fullest.”

Bee Love Slater, 23, was killed in Clewiston, Florida. Slater is remembered by loved ones as someone “with a really, really sweet heart” who “never harmed anyone.”

Jamagio Jamar Berryman, 30, a Black gender non-conforming person, was killed in Kansas City, Kansas. Local activists and community members joined family and friends at a vigil and took to social media to mourn Berryman’s loss.

Itali Marlowe, 29, a Black transgender woman was found shot in Houston. She was transported to a nearby hospital where she was pronounced dead, as reported by Monica Roberts of TransGriot. “You deserved to live a full and robust life surrounded by people who embraced and celebrated your real self,” wrote Sue Kerr, an LGBTQ columnist.

Brianna “BB” Hill, 30, was fatally shot in Kansas City. Kansas City Police Capt. Tim Hernandez told local press that the alleged shooter remained at the scene until they arrived. She was a beloved member of her community, a fan of the Kansas City football team and loved spreading joy by sharing funny videos on her Facebook page.

Johana 'Joa’ Medina, 25, died at a hospital in El Paso, Texas just hours after being released from ICE custody. She suffered severe health complications that went untreated while she was in detention, according to Diversidad Sin Fronteras. According to OJ Pitaya, an advocate with the group, Medina dreamed of coming to the U.S. to become certified as a nurse, since she was unable to practice as a transgender woman in her home country.

Layleen Polanco, 27, was found dead in a cell at Riker’s Island. Polanco was described by those who knew her as “a sweet, amazing […] and generous human being.”

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Long Time, No See: a Sherlock x OC Fanfic. My reaction after two years.

This story has spoilers for this fanfic, if you would like to read it before hand here is the link:

Long Time, No See

Masterlist

Each paragraph is a chapter.

Did I recycle names because I really did like the name Samara and didn't think it was getting enough love? Yes, I did. This is the prologue, explaining Sherlock and Samara's past together up until she leaves, moving in with her father and her 'half-brother' who just happens to be the evil James Moriarty. Then there is a cameo at the end by A.G.R.A.

This is creepy tbh. She was protecting him. So her father ended up being abusive, and to run away from it all she faked her death. Legally her last name is now Moriarty but she prefers Finley. It's always nice when you even surprise Mycroft. She's Queenie, best hacker in the world.

John trying to make small talk with Samara well she is making a firewall for the British government. John and Sherlock after finding out her sleep schedule is forcing her to go to bed. Sherlock admitted to John about being in love with her. I love Sherlock and Samara's dynamic.

A severed head in the fridge. When the blog Sherlock doesn't like is also the reason is his best friend is back with him after she read the last name, Moriarty. Sam coming to Sherlock's defense when coming to him deleting the solar system from his mind palace. She is so not bother by the fact there was a piece of glass in her face. Sherlock and Mycroft's sibling rilvarly tho. Scotland Yard is shaking at the idea of two Sherlocks.

A game of war. Moriarty. Carl Powers, their first case. Time to finish what they started. She got into the system. Botox. Her father run an insurance fraud ring.

It's time for war. He knows something she doesn't. She says she's more powerful than Mycroft and tbh she's not wrong. Moriarty isn't wrong tho. Hacking is her drug... Samara has a few ideas.

Yeah, Sherlock is going to ask about that later. That was a quick case. And a small bit of the truth comes out. Connie Prince.

Sherlock and Sam are freaking out Lestrade and it's perfect. Everyone who knows Sherlock always has the same questions for Sam. She defused that tension quickly. Sherlock has been almost killed a lot, if it hadn't been for Sam he and Mycoft would probably be dead.

This chapter just shows everyone how much pull she has any underground community. The way even the golem owes her favors and is on a nickname basis with him. The Van Buren supernova. She is going to kill her brother.

I do agree, it's time to fulfill that promise. King Midas just warned Sam about what her brother is planning. They are full siblings not just half siblings. This scene right here, proves even more to Sherlock how deep she is in the community how powerful she is that not even the assassins no matter how much they are being paid they will be loyal to Queenie.

Sherlock was wondering if her and King Midas ever dated and she was like sweetie he's gay. To which he let out a sigh of relief. She is going to the Buckingham palace in workout clothes at least it's not a sheet. All Hail John Watson, the king is sass. Samara, the bisexual icon. Irene Adler is her ex girlfriend.

Samara just saying she should have just broke it and it would have been less chit chat. She really does have a death wish, doesn't she? And Irene knows it too and annoyed with it. I forgot I made her an ex-sex addict.

She picked pocketed Sam's phone. When Sam uses Sherlock's actual first name, William. Then threatens to call his mother if he doesn't apologize. Irene Adler is dead.

Sherlock's worried about Sam. Sam fell in love with Irene, that was her mistake. She cut her brother's toe off with gardening shears. Sherlock doesn't know if he loves Sam. Never mind he does. Sam knows Irene is not dead. Sam had a rag of chloroform in her pocket, that's a little concerning tbh.

They started dating, Sam and Sherlock did. The tortured Soul reference though. If you don't know tortured soul is my Harry Potter fanfic and Athens is main character. When her brother calls her and says their parents wear assassinated. Irene Adler was sleeping in Sherlock's room. Irene pissed off Sam so she went to the gym and went Sherlock followed her he scared the shit out of her and she pinned him down.

Samara insulting Mycroft. Sam is pissed that Irene she's not even using her name she just saying Miss Adler. And Irene's just in shock everyone's in shock about how mad she is. Irene was under the command of James, her brother when she was with her. Irene admitted that she loved her but Samara said that she just realized that she never loved her and that she was a fill-in for Sherlock.

Irene Adler is dead. Her brother is calling her. She just has to go to the house to pick up some old photos of her and Sherlock that she hid underneath the floorboards. The moment she sees her brother she slaps him and don't blame her though. They're going to burn down the house that they were abused in because FUCK their father. And she is trying not to have a sibling bonding moment. And he just said shut up and listen. James was the one to put the hit out on them.

Sherlock planned romantic evening for him and Sam. So she gets a text from the American White House and then from her brother. She was a witness against her brother. Sherlock's in contempt for showing off.

James was found not guilty. Sam calling him out on his bullshit about the computer code. She is the queen of all hackers she would know if that code existed it doesn't. Assassins that Sam don't know are moving in around her and she doesn't like it. Penelope Garcia. So fun fact, there were two shows that I was debating for her to go to during the time Sherlock was in hiding taking down morarities web and one of them was NCIS LA and the one I actually went for was criminal minds cuz I thought about NCIS LA because of the fact I could explore her disguises and undercover identities but I decided with criminal minds and the FBI BAU because I just thought it would be better for her.

She just said his real first name again, he's in trouble. Breadcrumbs. The American President is offering her to work for the FBI for two year and then she'll be pardoned in America.

During the raid on Adlestone someone Chloroformed Samara and cut her wrists. She woke up in the hospital and she walked out of there. Just to see her brother's face in a cab. When Sherlock asked Sam if she 100 percent sure positive that she believes in him. I love that she just look at him and goes "Bloody hell, I am. You've been doing this longer than you have known me, Sherlock. Of course, I am sure." And I love that.

That's a good point. Does it count if they don't say his actual first name? She really just jumped out the window, didn't she? (Kitty Riley)-They won't hurt you infront of witnesses, Richard. (Samara)-Bet (Sherlock and John)- Sam no!| When she has her brother birth certificate to prove his existince. He just realized the fall wasn't a metaphor for anything. Sam just told Mycoft the key code isn't real and just realized how much he fucked up.

Sam knows something is up with Sherlock. He's on the rooftop. Sherlock is dead. Sherlock told her to accept the offer so she did. Greg is a good friend.

Hello FBI BAU. Penelope Garcia, her old friend. Fun facts, she's the one who taught Garcia how to hack, well at least in the store she did. She started deducing them already. Irene Adler. The team doesn't know she faked her death for a period of time. CIA agent Nielsen. The assassin after is the golem and the reason Irene went after her specifically is so she could get the golem off her back. And James may have a twin Richard Brooke.

Why wouldn't you do an autopsy on the criminal that almost beat Sherlock Holmes. She got her to give up the flash drive though. She just found out Sherlock saved Irene.

Sherlock os back from the dead. When they got to her apartment they has sex. Her last night in the US she played the piano for the team.

She is back in London. The people waiting for her at the airport is Sherlock, John and an old face she hasn't seen in a long time, Rose. But she's introduced as Mary. It's weird to see Sherlock flirt. Before he's so Samara at the FBI field office he didn't deduce anyone because he was so focused on seeing Sam again. They both just said no to a case. Sam was like not till Sherlock's done eating. Then Sherlock was like come back tomorrow we have plans today. They had a cute date night.

Samara and Mary AKA Rose are meeting for lunch. A.G.R.A. Sam just found out the whole team's dead. And she's Mary's maid of honor. Mary and John are taking bets on a Samara going to propose to Sherlock or is Sherlock going to propose to Samara. Telegrams. Sherlock's emotional part to his speech. Now to the funny stories. Samara really nailed it on the dot didn't she?

The major was stabbed and locked himself in his room. Sam and Sherlock are talking about their future.

A month after the wedding, Sherlock is found in a drug house. She walks into the hospital saying his full name, William Sherlock Scott Holmes. Charles Augustus Magnussen. I love Mycroft calling Samara out saying stop with that look and then her saying what luck and then him replying the look that says I know something you don't because it's connected to my past but I'm not going to reveal the until it's time. Her brother would be jealous of how Sherlock describes this criminal. Time for Samara to act like Queenie. He threatens Sherlock, she threatens his sister and his niece.

Charles is scared of Queenie. Sherlock just got shot by Mary. Samara ripped into Mary for for shooting her best friend. Sherlock knows that if Mary kills him Sam will kill Mary.

Sam admitted to being a big part of the lie. Sam explained that she is the reason Mary got in to his office. When Sam threatens every single assassin that if they even touch a member of the Holmes family they will be tortured. Then Sam admits psycho runs in the family. Sherlock just killed Charles Magnussen. Before getting on the plane, Sherlock asked Sam to move on from him. Then countrywide video of her brother saying did you miss me.

Mycroft pulled Sherlock from The deadly mission. Samara told John about Irene Adler while she was in America and Richard Brooke. Sam and Sherlock are going to be godparents. Sam just put Sherlock's phone in her bra to get him to stop texting. And they babysit baby Watson it's adorable. The Charlie Welsborough case. And something just caught Sherlock's attention.

Time for her to go to a payphone. On the other line was Ajay, cleaning Rose betrayed them. She's going to go talk to Rose. Sam had Mary tell her exactly how it played out. Now she has to talk to Ajay again.

John replaced himself with a balloon I always find that bit funny. I always find this episode funny because he goes on to lie to the sky saying that his wife's a spot and she's working for James and the just to find out she willing left him. I feel like it's all so proof that Sherlock Holmes has a sense of humor. Sherlock now knows that the bust breaking has something to do with A.G.R.A. Why is Garcia's ex calling her? He's warning her, saying she's in danger. James is alive. Her brother is alive.

Sherlock knows he's alive now, and so does Mary and John. Sherlock just found out A.G.R.A. is an organization of multiple people not just Mary's initials. He asked her to go back to the flat. Penelope Garcia now knows that Sam's brother had her ex-boyfriend at gunpoint. And Garcia just told Sam that Irene Adler is dead. Morocco. Mary forgot that Sam put tracking devices in the USBs. Queenie was A.G.R.A.s biggest secret. John just said Sam's main priority is keeping Sherlock alive. Sam is like a mother and she would be an awesome mother. Cuz she just made Ajay in the middle of pointing a gun at Mary made him give it up and threatened to smack him in the backside of the head.

Old habits die hard? I forgot I wrote that part. They really didn't think she was going to investigate Ammo? To the aquarium we go. Queenie is considered a reliable killer. Sam just pushed Sherlock out of the way of a bullet, hitting her. However, she's laughing because her jacket is made out of Kevlar. Sherlock still me to go to the hospital though.

Sherlock is going to propose. Sam suspect something and it's driving her crazy. She said yes.

She's telling her team that was back in America and about her brother they seem to be happy about the marriage but concerned about James. John convinced them to at least have a small wedding.

Sherlock was in a coma.That's my filling for the culverton Smith episode. Sherlock's secret sister. She hacked the British government to find out where Sherlock's sister was being held. The motion sensor bomb drone.

They broke into the facility, Sherlock didn't want Samara to go but Samara didn't give him a choice. Mycroft and Sam have such a brother sister relationship. And the facility has been compromised. The little girl in the plane. James praised her hacking skill to Sherlock's sister. And we are left on that scene where John's about to kill the governor.

John couldn't do it and hand it off to Sam. Sam took it without hesitation, apologized then shot him. The three are shook. Back to little girl. Sam has had enough of Mycroft's sass. Back to little girl after going into a room with only a computer. Oh shit Sam's pregnant.

Sam was knocked out before she got into the other room. And woke up in a different room without anyone else in there, well except her brother and Sebastian Moran. And Sebastian turns out to be an old fling. After her brother left, she was tortured and then knocked out. She woke up in the hospital. Samara had a miscarriage. Which led to a serious talk about them having kids in the future.

It's time for the wedding chapter. Her maid of honor is Mary. Her bridesmaids are Garcia and JJ. Sherlock's best man is John. His groomsman are Greg and his brother. Right now she's picking everyone up from the airport. The team is finding out about Sherlock's secret sister and that she was pregnant and then had a miscarriage. The vows are so sweet, they're officially married now.

He is so sweet. Sherlock can't cook and I find that funny. James has made an appearance in the flat. Lestrade came with a case. The bodies said "For Queenie" on them and you didn't want to tell Queenie.

She's confronting her crazy fan. He revealed the Oracle is alive. Oracle is the first person she ever killed it was in self-defense, but still. She's going to attempt to recruit her brother to keep on her side. James agreed to be on her side.

Samara is pregnant again. Sherlock is shook but happy. Mycroft has decided that the child will be spoiled. Greg has a thing for Mycroft. And James just found that she's pregnant.

The first ultrasound. The person claiming to be the oracle, his daughter. She didn't know how bad of a person her father was, harming 38 women.

The final chapter, it's a girl. Sacora Faith Holmes. I remember when I came up with that name for the kid, I was actually and study hall of my junior year of high school and I had everything planned out for the story in a notebook and that's what I would do during study hall. She has blue eyes. Her first word was crime scene. In the end Rosie and Sacora end up dating.

Overall, it is probably one of my better stories. I do notice in these stories I did forget to put a trigger warning. So my final rating is 9/10, took a point out for missing a trigger warning.

[jack-andthestalk]

Our Son, Arc II, Wild Horses, Chapter 14.

So... The next chapter is here and there is some revealing of what has been going on at Hellwater. I worried about this chapter as these details have been in my head for months now and I wanted to make sure they were been explained properly - or that the dialogue included what it should. Thank you to my go-to gal @balfeheughlywed for reading this for me, encouraging and asking the necessary questions.  I have badgered the expert eye of @notevenjokingfic for the past few chapters and I am so grateful to have her input, the plot nearly swallowed me up and she straightens me out when I get silly! @ladyviolethummingbird is such support with this fic, thank you as always.  You’re appreciation and patience with this story has been incredible, thanks for reading.

On my return journey from Willie’s school with grocery bags clutched in hand I approached my front door step distractedly until I noticed the large body sitting on my doorstep.

 Jamie's tall frame sat crouched on the cement step outside my apartment, his forearms hung loosely over his knees, his head bowed down into his body, either asleep or staring at something on the ground. I could still make out the auburn golden curls at the nape of his neck, and I absently wondered when he had gotten it cut?

 I had anticipated that he would come, as soon as the reporter spoke the words detailing the Dunsany's arrest a few days ago, I knew Jamie would come as quickly as could be arranged. If not for me than for Willie. Now faced with the reality of the man, I had loved and hated and dreamt of since I had left Scotland. I was suddenly paralysed. Fear gripping my insides, and my heart beating painfully against my chest.

I steadied my breath for a moment before I dared to move forward. My palms were suddenly wet, and the grocery bags slipped forward losing their traction within my grasp, they made a ruffling sound causing Jamie's head to jolt up.

 His eyes widened as he scrambled to his legs quickly.

I put one foot forward to move, but Jamie was already walking down the path towards me in long even strides, I froze waiting for him. Clearing my throat in preparation to speak, I hadn't time to utter a word as he crushed me to him, and I felt a ripping sensation in my heart at the half-choked sob that framed my name in his mouth.

  "Claire –

  Jamie's hands ran down the length of my back before dipping his head into the curve of my neck as if preparing to cocoon there.

 I was so dumbfounded I hadn't even put down my grocery bags, my arms hung awkwardly at my sides, Jamie just held onto me as a child would to their favourite rag doll. My head dropped slowly, and I nestled against his cheek, feeling his jaw tremble against me. I lost the bags then and wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could.

I don't know how long we stayed like that as if holding each other up. Jamie's voice made a rustling sound low somewhere near my neck. It was definitely Gaelic , and it came in long relieved sighs.

 I pulled away, my lips curled up looking at him curiously,

 "What are you mumbling?"

 "Just saying thanks", he said eyes twinkling.

 "To who?"

 "To all the different gods I prayed to on the way here", he tilted his head against my forehead –  

 "tis only right now I can put my arms around ye." He attempted a wink which drew my eyes back to his eyes. They were watery and tired and they were trying to read something on my face.

 "Are you ok?" I asked stupidly, "I mean you weren't hurt or anything – "

He blinked rapidly and sniffed before his lips curled upwards.

 "Nay Sassenach, not physically anyway –."

I gave him a nod in understanding and rested against his forehead for a moment, taking in his scent and warmth. Just to enjoy him, no matter what would come later.

 Jamie raised a hand to push one of the errand curls behind my ear, his fingers grazed over my cheek, and his eyes darted to my lips. I couldn't go there yet.

 "I didn't expect you to be here "I dipped my head to avoid him seeing my cheeks flush –  " so soon I mean"  I was babbling, aware of his eyes on me.

 His finger found my chin bringing my gaze back up to him.

 "Wild horses couldna stopped me."

 "I tried phoning you" I stumbled over the words too preoccupied with the way his gaze held mine.

 "They took it, - evidence ." He answered while rubbing his nose along mine.

 They?

 There was so much I needed to know. So many blanks he had to fill in. The relief that he was alive and well, and unharmed had quenched the burning anxiety flowing around my body, only to realise now that his physical well-being was looked after, I still had other issues to worry about.

 My mind had reconciled itself with the fact that I would have an explanation about Hellwater, maybe not one I wanted. However, the restrained phone conversation I had with Jamie about Geneva Dunsany was not going to be the final version, some part of me had always known that.

Fear crept back into the spaces that had been soothed a few moments before at the mere sight of him.

 No matter Jamie's motive if he had done something with Geneva Dunsany to gain information, there would be no more him and me, or us. It would be a final unrepairable rip, made all the more painful because while he may not have done it in want, lust or even love, he would have done it knowing there could be no him and I after the fact. Any deal he had struck involving something like that, would have offered up our relationship on a platter.

I moved out of his embrace and looked up at him through my eyelashes. "You had better come in."

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  I hadn't been aware that I had started to empty the contents of my shopping bags into cupboards until I felt Jamie's large hand slide over mine while I reached to place a jar in the cupboard above me.

"Leave them, Claire?"

It was laughable but I suddenly I didn't want to know.

Lowering myself cautiously into the chair opposite him, his hands clasped together as if in prayer, blue eyes watching me intently.

He knew I was off, and he knew I was scared.

 "Did ye get the book?"

 I nodded and couldn't help a small smile curve my lips. "Yes, it was quite the hit."

Shaking my head, "I still can't quite believe all that must have happened"- I paused briefly licking my lips – "to you." I finished pointedly.

 Jamie's brows rose, furrowing as he shook his head "not just me Claire, it happened to you too, and Willie – our family."

 A flash of red coloured his cheeks, our family was said more as a question than a statement. Were we still one?

  "Start from the beginning, I need to know how it all – "for want of a better word I settled on the obvious "– began."

 Jamie nodded and reached a hand out to one of mine, examining it for a moment. His finger was rubbing lightly over the space where his ring used to rest, and I felt a deep pressing pain stretching my chest as I wondered if I would ever see it there again.

"At our engagement party –" he blurted out suddenly, and I could feel my self-bristling, had he known what he was doing all this time?

 "I was in foul humour –   " he continued.

 His hand left mine to wave up in the air, his forehead creased as he frowned, remembering " ye were so heartbroken at what I had done, I was pissed at myself for being so stupid – what ye must have thought of me."

 He gave me a sorrowful look and continued.

 "I saw them all congratulating ye, and how ye shrunk away – he let out a strangled sigh "I dinna blame ye, I wouldna want to marry me either."

 My brows creased in confusion and not stopping to try and reassure him I stopped him in his tracks.

 "What has our engagement party and my apparent loathing to marry you got to do with William Dunsany and his daughter?" he wouldn't hear her name from my tongue "- getting arrested." My voice was like ice, and I didn't realise the annoyance that was burning up inside of me until I began to speak.

 Jamie's eyes flashed in understanding, and he raised a hand halting me.

"Sorry – I just meant that I went outside to calm down before I insulted every guest mam and Da had invited, and that is when I got the first inclination that there was more than just dodgy contracts at play in Hellwater."

 "Ok so tell me."

 "Geneva followed me outside –" my face must have expressed something  because Jamie waved his hand and said, "I mean- she claimed it was to say sorry how things had gone down over the contracts– she leaned into my ear and told me I should look at the positives."

 He breathed heavily through his nose. Rucking a hand through his hair as I could see him replaying what had happened over in his head.

 "I told her to go fuck herself if I recall correctly –" he sucked in his bottom lip and laughed snidely. "she isna used to people telling her no."

 I engulfed a strangled breath and released it slowly, willing myself to remain calm.

 " –  while she was walking away she threw some comment at me about "It being a pity because I would have a lot of money at my disposal for this project - I could make a name for myself." he curled his finger into air quotes ‘ with this once in a lifetime project' he corrected.

 Jamie shook his head disbelievingly – "at the time I was in such a temper, I dinna really focus on what she said – it was only later when I got to  Hellwater – I suppose I was more desperate then to find their flaws – or something that would get me out of there."

 I sat back in my chair, and Jamie grasped for my hand again.  "It was only when I started thinking of how she had worded it that I realised she had said it so underhandedly, almost looking over her shoulder" – he gave me a cynical look "I kent then whatever she meant about money at my disposal – she would be controlling it and in the hopes she could control me if I was intrested."

 I rose and grabbed a glass from the cupboard filling it from the tap and downing it in one, not even thinking to offer him any.

 "I was sae focused on legal routes to wrangle my way out of their grasp, I failed to see that if they got me to Hellwater under coercion, they had to have their hands dirty elsewhere."

 I flashed him a smile, and he shifted nervously. "Smarter than you look, Fraser."

Jamie sat forward with purpose now," I researched everything I could find out about them, and the bit of information I found was something I knew all along but dinna register."

 I smiled shyly at him, seeing the look of achievement fill his eyes.  A tender look flashed across his face, and he forgot lost his place in the story for a moment.

 He slowly allowed his finger to crawl over the back of my hand; he reached my wrist which he turned upright and brought it to his mouth.

 "it is so good to be sitting here looking at ye, being able just to reach out and feel ye Claire – it probably sounds daft but yer like a dream." I couldn't stop my face lighting up, and we stayed in that moment beaming back at each other. Eventually, a little voice inside my head told me I needed to know the rest.

 "What didn't register? " I asked after a time.

 "Gordon Dunsany was found dead in Panama."

 I crooked an enquiring eyebrow at him. "Panama" – Jamie said patiently while drumming a finger against my kitchen table " a tax heaven –  " a sly smile lightening his eyes – "probably one of the most well-known things about it."

"Oh"

 "Aye, well that and at the time Gordon was found dead, he was the financial controller for Hellwater estates."

 "Oh," I said again.

 "I had an old friend from Uni that I kent was working in some capacity at HRMC. John Grey, have I mentioned him to ye?"

 I shook my head, and Jamie stood, walking to the kitchen sink and refilling my empty glass and downing it.

 "I contacted him and pitched the idea, told him what I knew. He immediately offered to meet me, but away from Hellwater."

 He sat back down heavily on the seat opposite me. "That is when I kent, I was on to a winner."

 My phone buzzed insistently in my pocket, I glanced at it quickly and hit the silence button Jamie's eyes followed my movements.

 "Do ye need to –"

 I tilted my head indicating for him to continue.

 "As soon as I told him about Geneva mentioning money at my disposal for the equestrian centre, John was all over it. They had tried an investigation a few years before but lacked evidence linking the Dunsany's to any foreign accounts."

 He shrugged his shoulders "what they really needed was to get Geneva to move money from these accounts – and that is where I came in."

 My ears were buzzing, and my stomach churned over, the water seemed to be more than my system could handle, and the more I heard Geneva's name from Jamie's lips, the more I wanted to gag."

 My gaze flicked away from his, and I looked down at my hands. Wanting to badly ask him, what his role had been with Geneva, pride sticking in my throat as he narrowed his eyes, a concerned expression etched on his face.

"Claire – "

 "Just tell it as it happened" I managed to stammer out.

 Jamie nodded slowly, I could see his adam's apple bobbing up and down, and he shifted in his chair before he started to speak again.

 "It was clear that Geneva was vera keen to impress me –" he paused and deliberately met my eye I thought for a moment he wanted to drop the story of the case and just speak about him and me, what all this meant, but I glanced away.

 He took the hint and continued.

 "John and his team wanted me to push her with the project, make her believe that costs had gone over what had been predicted, demand changes that would require more funds, place urgency on having money drawn down."

 He paused and slid his hands across the table, they were less than an inch from my clenched hands, but I didn't move to touch him.

 "We went down that route – "

 I was done listening to the legal plotting of this investigation.

 "I would imagine you had to be on good enough terms with her then?”, feeling the flush of red fill my cheeks.

 Jamie's nodded, and he pressed his lips into a thin line, his face impassive.

 "Aye at first", he agreed " I had to keep her talk'n and such, the night ye called – "

 I straightened my back and leaned over the table, willing myself to hide any hint of emotion from my face.

 "Jamie, did you sleep with her or – ?"

 His eyes went wide as stalks and he shook his head vehemently.

 "NO!"

 "Claire – "

 I put my hand up to stop him, "Look there was pressure on you, you may not have wanted to but – "

 "Claire- " he banged his fist of the table. "I did no sleep with her. Ye must believe me."

 I didn't answer, but I locked my gaze with his, I could see tears welling up behind his eyes, from frustration or hurt at my accusation I couldn't tell.

He looked down at his hands scrutinising his palms. He said nothing for several minutes, and I thought he was done explaining himself.

 "That night ye rang – was the game changer." He said it in a whisper, not wanting to relive what had happened between then and now.

 "Why?"

 "I – well up until that I think I carried some guilt about her, I kept thinking she is a young lass probably knows no better, her father had ran his business this way, then moulded her brother and when he died he molded Geneva – that is what I thought anyway." His shoulders slackened defensively and he let out a long sigh. I could see exhaustion creep into his body and I wondered when he had last slept.

  "I suppose I was so desperate to get out of there I dinna care who I hurt – but as the days wore on and I realised if I managed to pull this off" – he looked up and met my eye – " Geneva would go away for a long time, and it would be because of me." His eyes looked at mine pleading, hoping I understood.

 "What happened the night she answered your phone?"

 "She had been at a fundraiser –" he pinched his eyes between thumb and forefinger – " she came by the studio I was staying at blind drunk."

 My fingernails were digging into the palms of my hands, and I willed him to hurry up or better again stop talking. Either one would do.

 "The surveillance guys had seen her coming, rang ahead to tell me to wire up."

 He snorted incredulously. "I had barely opened the door when I knew I had made a major mistake, she was really drunk, messy drunk – almost threw herself into my arms straight away, calling me James and tell'n me she loved me."

 Jamie's head shook from side to side. "I told her she was drunk – to sort herself out."

 "Then she started taking her clothes off – I flipped, told her to get out – then the tears started."

 He swallowed "I was ashamed – I had pretended to befriend her to get information that would finish her family – she had taken it to heart thinking I had feelings for her – I told her it was ok and that I would bring her home – it was while I went to get a robe or something to wrap around her–she must have taken the phone."

 Jamie narrowed his eyes "Claire look at me?" I raised my head and met his eye. "I brought her home, straight away – its all on tape – I have nothing to hide."

 I managed a nod.

 "I dinna realise until the next day – she couldna unlock it – only answer calls." He finished unnecessarily  

"Why was that a game changer?"

 My voice trembled slightly and I inwardly rolled my eyes, wanting to appear as strong as possible so Jamie wouldn't hold back.

 "Well –" he raised his eyes, recalling what had unfolded. "Up until then I was sorry for her – after I rang Jenny and I kent what she had done, what she got Dougal to do –what she had done to you. "

His eyes lit up , his lip jutting out slightly as he laughed, his voice was venomous and proud "She could have lost me what I love most in this worId Claire- so I dinna hold back,."

  He paused and I could see his mind working, trying to find away to express what had motivated him on.

  "I was so fucking angry – I rang john Grey and told him I wanted off the case they could get someone else to flush her out, I was so caught up with wanting to get to you – to explain – it was only then I realised how trapped I was – John told me straight if I left – she would get away with it all – and those tapes would never see the light of day –"

 Jamie laughed bitterly "those tapes were the only things that could clear my name Claire – if I came to you with some farfetched excuse telling ye I was a mole for a huge tax evasion case – ye wouldha thought I was gone mad."

 "I wouldn't." I interjected.

 "Aye ye would have, ye believed Geneva and ye believed Dougal – I dinna blame ye, god knows I have tested ye enough in our short time together, I have a lot to prove – if I finished what I went there to do – I had some hope of restoring yer faith."

 I reached out and touched the tops of his fingers, pressing gently. My show of Faith.

He took a long shaky breath " Geneva Dunsany doesna care about anyone but herself – she didna care if she ruined my family and suddenly I dinna care much if I ruined hers I went to the site the next day and I demanded more money from her for the project, told her I wanted it as soon as possible, that she was unprofessional and incompetent."

  His chin tilted up defiantly, his tone clearer and not without a hint of pride he continued, "I told her she had costed everything wrong and she was in jeopardy of shutting the whole thing down – from then on I took risks in how I handled her, I dinna care how I came across – I just went for it – it was much easy to bring her down when I hated her."

 "So what happened?"

 "Well, it turns out Geneva Dunsany likes men mean" – he snorted –  "ye could say she gets off on it – cause the more of a bastard I was to her – the more she jumped".

 A wide triumphant smile spread across his face. " A week later – she had exhausted all available funds in their British accounts –  so she made contact with a financial institution to get the rest of what I said she needed and all the HRMC had to do was wait and watch."

 "Jesus"

 "Aye, within another week she had moved a couple of million out of a Panama account and then they had her."

 I exhaled in an almost whistle.

 "So what happens now?"

 "There will be a trial – in a few months – the charges are significant – the Dunsany's have a long history in Panama – big money."

 I stood walking around to where he sat, leaning against the table my arms folded.

 "You came straight here?"

 "as soon as I had given my statement, I went straight to Gatwick – have been on standby until I got the flight last night."

 I ran a hand down his face, and he leaned into it, eyes closed.

 "I had to see ye – god ye have no idea how much I missed ye Claire  – and Willie - ye were on my mind day and night."

 I felt him tremble slightly, one tear slid down caught by the side of my finger,

 “I feel like I have been without ye for much longer than a few months – “

 I leaned towards him to cup his other cheek, something happened. He looked up and met my eye, seeing the tears stain my own cheeks, and the next moment he had grabbed me, pulling me into his lap and kissing me with all he had. Teeth sinking, tongues touching lightly, questioningly until we both started to fight for dominance, out of the need to push the pain of the past months away. Without conscious thought, I found myself straddling him, grinding my body against his, and he squirmed trying to meet my hips, my hands lost in his too short hair cut and the other balling a fist in the front of his t-shirt. I felt one hand tangled in my curls while the other traveled from my thighs up to my arse, settling on my waist to pull me closer still.

 We pulled away allowing our mouth to hover over the other, our breaths were short and fast.

  "I am not leaving you and Willie again Claire – I am here to stay."

 He pressed his head into the crook of my neck, breathing deeply.

 “What about Lallybroch  - what about Brian and –“

“You and Willie come first – everything else can be arranged – I mean if its what ye want too?”

 I tugged his hair slightly bringing his gaze back to mine.

 “I have to do some talking too –“ I bent and touched his lips lightly “but I am so glad you are here.”

[dragongirlz1]

We Want Out

Another song fic bc I found more FNaF songs that I like. Includes my GlitchTrap/Malhare before Spring found out that how he acted was a coding error/glitch. Bolded text is the song. The song is “We want out” by DAGames, and for those wondering, DaGames: Freddy, JT Machinima: Spring (She also takes some of DAGames’ lines), Dan Bull: Golden, InuTrash & BSlick: Mangle. I’ll also use italics for Golden and underlines for Spring when I can’t really find a way to differentiate them without really forcing it.

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“Hello? Hello, hello! I’d like to get you settled in for your first night. Things don’t seem as they should in our defence. But most importantly, they bite.”

Spring wasn’t sure how it had happened, but Malhare had somehow taken control of all of them. Being forced to the back of her own mind was nothing new to her, but knowing William wasn’t in control either actually scared her more. She couldn’t even hear the other anymore, and she never thought that she’d actually miss his voice. She chastised herself for getting so used to it, despite knowing after over 30 years of being stuck together it would have happened regardless. She was forced to just watch as Malhare moved her around, as well as moving the others. He’d occasionally release his control over them, but always lingered in Spring’s mind, he didn’t care what they did or said during these times, likely using it as a way to make it seem like nothing was strange to anyone that saw them.

So let me bite you, don’t want to fight you, I wanna carve you within my eternal gratitude. “You’re our friend in this tomb, what can we do? Tick, tock, boom. We’ve got it out for you.” Freddy sang, glancing at the new nightguard that was too far into the pizzeria to attempt to leave. They tried anyways, but Spring was quick to drape an arm over their shoulders to stop them. None of the animatronics were in good shape, most of them looked like they were in their withered forms, but Spring didn’t have one, her robotic arm looked like it was torn to shreds, metal casing forced open with wires spilling out of it, her rips were open with the ones around her mouth looking the.. Best? Worst? There were a few stitches left, but a wire stuck out of one of the holes, and she wasn’t sure how it got there. “And with a little budge, a little more touch. We have no grudge, simple as such. But your coffin is ready for you, take a slice of doom.” Spring sang, grinning as best as she could.

“So please, oh please, don’t run from us. You’re a friend to us. You’re part of our redesign! There’s no denying it, we’re precise in it, our bites depict it. We’ve got a fire, fire burning for you!” Freddy went on, then Spring took over. “We’re one big happy family!” It’s a pizza party now “You will be mine for eternity!” For it’s his game we’re playing now. Freddy took over again. “If we had more than words,” All of them joined in. “We’d want out!” Spring again. “But he’s got us hooked, brought back to tragedy.” Freddy. “Our tomb is fried, lost in our hive. You’re still alive. But as we find you, we will ignite you tonight.”

The nightguard had given up struggling, listening to the song, as if he had figured out what they were saying. Freddy continued. “We are creations, manipulations, we have a deal with the damned and a sound desperation. We may never escape, this is the fate, digging our graves all before it’s too late.” Golden, who had been mostly quiet the entire song, decided to join in. “But if we’re going down standing our ground, let the party impound. Make some noise, you will be found. And as the old saying goes; are you friend or foe? No one knows!”

Freddy picked up the song. “So stay away. Unless you want to be our prey.” Spring took over. “You’re part of me, bottom line. You’re trapped and I’ll admit, we tend to commit. We’re a bunch of misfits!” Freddy sang the final bit. “We’ve got a fire, fire burning for you!” He then let Spring sing the chorus again, then he sang the post chorus. The nightguard appeared more upset than scared at this point, but Spring (wrongly) assumed it was because she just told them that they were part of her, which, as an animatronic that looked like they could fall apart at any moment, she assumed wasn’t the best thing to hear.

“Hold up, hold up, got a story so unholy. Matrimony has a place in our sanctimony.” Golden started. “We weren’t the same since the day our eternity faded, within mechanical debauchery and carnal dismay.” Spring continued. “Couldn’t even count to ten, when was my birthday? I can’t remember, only memories of death began.” A lie, the twins remembered the most of their old lives, and even remembered when their birthday was. “Crawling up my arms, well, what used to be arms, but now infested by a torture chamber, biolistic danger.” “So don’t be surprised to find, we bind with kind minds.” Spring’s grip on the nightguard strengthened. “Gonna hurt ya but you can’t scream bloody murder.” “Hey, you misheard her, she’s got beaks that’ll push you further.” “Bang! Got the hot seat, party’s over.” They exclaimed together. “I’m sorry, this is what we do, we didn’t choose this.” Golden apologized. “Don’t diss, just like us; you won’t be missed.” Spring hissed bitterly. “But I’ve got half a mind to know you’ll panic. Your body parts sporadic.” “We got impatient for your brains, can’t scratch it.” “Let me have it, gonna grab it, I have nothing left to lose, dang it!” The nightguard managed to squirm out of Spring’s hold this time, but she made no movement to try and catch them again. “You can hide, justified but we’ve got our genocide.” Again, they spoke at the same time. “Now it’s time you die, we can bite!”

Mangle was the one to grab them, sticking to her animatronic form. “I believe we’ve met before, I’m supposed to tear you limb from limb-” which meant Malhare knew the nightguard was there, but hadn’t taken control of them yet. “-step inside my deadly sin. I can breathe the air is thick with dread, but now it’s over we can ascend, we shall begin with your end.”

Freddy, Spring, and Golden all sang one after another, all now trying to scare off the nightguard. “We’re one big happy family.” “Gonna hurt ya but you can’t scream bloody murder.” “You will be mine for eternity.” “Bang! Got the hot seat, party’s over.” “If we had more than words-” “We’d want out!” “But he’s got us hooked, brought back to tragedy.” “Let me have it, gonna grab it, I’ve got nothing left to lose, dang it!” “We’re one big happy family.” “I’m sorry, this is what we do, we didn’t choose this.” “You will be mine for eternity.” “Don’t diss, just like us, you won’t be missed.” “If we had more than words-” “We’d want out!” “But he’d got us trapped, brought back to tragedy. Our tomb is fried, lost in our hive, you’re still alive.” “You can hide, justified but we got our genocide.” “But as we find you, we will ignite you tonight.” The nightguard finally got the hint and fled, the change in tone being enough.

Mangle turned to face them, causing them all to freeze. She had purple eyes, unlike his usual yellow eyes and white with black sclera. “I’m supposed to tear you limb from limb, step inside my deadly sin. I can breathe, the air is thick with dread, but now it’s over we can ascend.” We’ve got a fire, fire burning for you. They were in trouble, and they knew it. But before any of them could argue, Spring decided she’d take the blame. Mal didn’t care what they did, as long as it wasn’t warning nightguards or technicians.

[hedlund-hunnam]

Triple Frontier: Bond of Brotherhood

Chapter Two: Benjamin “Benny” Miller

Ben Miller was the poster boy for never growing up. Always being the one laughing or the one with the best back muscles. His dedication to his brothers in arms never goes unnoticed, and his fiery emotions can sometimes get the best of him. His constant need to feel strong can sometimes go without validation, but he will always have the respect and love from those around him.

“We are dancing with the devil now...”

Benjamin James Miller grew up without a worry in the world. He had a mother and father who doted on his every move and an older brother who protected him from all the bad in the world. Many would wonder what Ben’s take was on his father being deployed for months on end and being a Captain of the special forces unit. He loved his father and thought his day was the coolest superhero in the world, but he wasn't his hero. His brother, William Miller was his hero. Though he would never admit that out loud—. He always idolised his brother as does every younger brother, but Will could do no wrong in Benny’s eyes. His brother did everything for him. Never faulted his decisions, supported all choices he made and was always the first one to tell him he was proud of him. Since the moment he was born he wanted to be just like his brother. When he was little he would follow Will around and watch him train and sit there waiting, wanting one day to be just like that. To be able to fight like Will could. Train like Will could. Be just, like, Will.

Growing up in a small town was both a blessing and a curse. Having his father deployed a lot, besides Will he didn't have much of a father figure. During his early pre-teen years Ben would just watch his brother and watch the way he would release his emotion and pain and that was through his training. Whenever Ben would try and join in with his brother, Will wanted Benny having no part of the world of Special forces, so he would shut his brother out and Ben just thought he didn't want his kid brother hanging around all the time. But it was the opposite. He didn't want Ben growing up too fast and loosing his child-like, innocence.

His teenage years were a little more brutal. leading to being isolated by his brother and his father not being around he got involved with street fighting and drinking. He would come home all hours of the morning drunk, tripping over things while trying to be quiet and not wake his mother and brother. Didn't work. “Always watch your 6”, their father would always say. Countless nights Benny would pass out on the stairs, or on the living room floor, and every night his brother would take him up to his room, take his stupid hat that would never leave his side, and say “Goodnight brother”. There was one night, that was worst than most. He had snuck out on a Friday night, after his mother had told him since his last ‘stumbling in at 3am fiasco” he had to stay in to an ammeter MMA fight being held in a bar in town. His brother only just got back from a three month leave the night before, so Ben was sure he would be sleeping. Ben was only seventeen but was already apart of the MMA underground fighting scene. No one knew about it, as this was his. This was his thing. His secret. He walked in looking around and was offered to participate in a fight. He had never actually been in a fight before, he had only watched in awe hoping one day he could actually be up their fighting himself. He aimlessly agreed and changed into some training shorts and gloves and got in the ring. The man he was fighting was twice his size and had gash out of the side of his left cheek that was oozing blood. All he could think about is what his brother would say if he saw him. “Benny what the fuck do you think you are doing?” He heard it. He thought it was his conscience but he looked down, and between the caging of the net he had seen his brothers face. Fuck. He had quickly run out of the cage, ducking between passing strangers trying to get away from his obviously seething brother, however his brother knew each move he was going to make before he even thought them. Before he reached the exit, an arm pulled him through the back side door. “What the fuck is wrong with you Ben?” his brothers stern and straight stare burning through him as he ripped into him about his poor decisions. “Did you really think I wouldn't find out?” “Dammit Will, I didn't care if you did, but this is my thing. You have your special force training, Dad has his Captainship, and god, even mom has her part. I had nothing. Was too “young” to be let in on anything or too “naive” to know about anything. I was over being seen as a kid, so I found something I loved. Something that was mine. Please don't take that away from me” Will looked at his brother, the hurt evident in his brothers eyes. Not wanting to ever hurt his brother he put a hand on his shoulder. A soft smile as he stared into his brothers eyes. “Fine, but I'm training you!”

When Will had finally turned 18, Ben was both excited and devastated at the same time. He knew he wouldn't loose his brother forever, but the thought of him being gone for so long, scared him. But he knew his brother was going to be doing what he loved, and what he was damn good at. Those years were some of the loneliest Ben had ever had. He dove right into MMA and would train everyday to improve his skill set and each day would set goals to push his limits. He would call his brother on the rare occasion he could and ask about all his amazing stories that he hope could one day share with his brother. He knew Will would never let him join if he had hinted in his interest in joining. The word protective, didn't even cut what Will felt over Ben.

May 18th 2008, the scariest day of Ben Millers life. He was now officially a Special Forces trainee. He had got in. His mother reluctant to let her last son go, but she knew her two boys would be safe at each others side. His father was so proud, couldn't be more excited. Will didn't exactly share his father’s excitement for his brother joining. The thought of him being in harms way or getting hurt really didn't sit well with Will at all. His brother, who he had practically help raise was going to be fighting along side him, and the three other men who had become family to him. Santiago Garcia, Tom Davis and Francisco Morales. Will’s brothers in arms. Who took Benny in with open arms. His MMA training really did end up coming in handy throughout the duration of his deployment. They all worked together. They were a team. A brotherhood. A family.

For the next few years they fought along side each other until they had finished their line of duties and were spit back out into civilisation. Ben didn't take is that easy. It definitely wasn't what he expected life to be like after his time in the limelight. He needed a change. And something big.

For mental reference: This is what Ben Miller looked like in his teen years.

[smoaking-greenarrow]

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

For @swordandarrow :)

Rated E.

Read on AO3.

“I want to go home.”

“Felicity,” Oliver said slowly, familiar with these conversations after four years of marriage. “The party just started an hour ago. We planned the whole thing. It would be incredibly rude to go home now.”

“What if EJ needs us?”

“Roy will call.” 

He tried not to smile as his wife pouted. “I still can’t believe you convinced me that Roy is going to take good care of our son.”

“Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

“Bad idea. My mom spiked the eggnog already.”

Oliver pursed his lips, “let’s get some champagne, then. I think it’s better if we both avoid your mother’s concoctions for tonight.”

Felicity took his hand as he offered it, letting him lead her to a waiter with a tray of champagne flutes. But she still groaned. She felt like the grumpy old lady who was out past her bedtime. God, it was awful. But Eli was going through a ‘scared of the dark’ phase which meant a lot of crying and plenty of tiny feet jabbed into her ribs whenever he scampered into their bed.

It was impossible not to worry about how Roy was handling it. Especially since it was EJ’s bedtime. She finished her champagne quickly, feigning interest in the conversation with Oliver’s staff and their spouses. 

Her husband raised an eyebrow at her as she knocked back her drink a bit too quickly and set her glass on one of the trays. He knew that she was rushing. “I’m just going to give Roy a call,” she whispered, vigilant not to interrupt the small talk. “I should check in. Eli’s not used to being away from us, and I know he loves Roy, but-”

Sighing, Oliver put a gentle hand on her hip, leaning down to her ear, “I’m giving you five minutes. And then I expect you right back here.”

His voice was low, an order. 

Usually it pissed her off when he tried to tell her what to do. But Oliver practically growled in her ear, and his voice wasn’t annoyed. It held an exciting tone. A slightly dark and thrilling challenge. “Or what?” She breathed back.

Oliver slowly brought his lips to the corner of her mouth, kissing her there once before he answered. “Or I’ll have to remind you how rough I can be.”

To say that their sex life was boring would be a hilarious lie. But it had been....less sexy lately. The impulse, the need to tear each other’s clothes off, the uncontrollable noises that ripped through her chest when Oliver was between her legs had been traded in for hurried moments, rushed sex on a time crunch between their busy schedules. Not that there wasn’t something hot about getting him off in their laundry room before work last week, but she missed when they didn’t have places to be or kids to not traumatize.

It also didn’t help that a toddler found his way between them most nights. Sleeping naked was a thing of the past.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Oliver Queen,” she whispered back, her lips brushing his cheek. “You’re the Mayor...don’t get yourself in over your head here.” She kissed his cheek, her fingers gripping his arm. Oliver’s eyes narrow as she pulled back, and she gave him a slow smile. 

Felicity didn’t give him the chance to respond, instead she turned on her heel and headed for his office. She had no intentions of making it a quick phone call. 

Roy told her that EJ had eaten all of his dinner and fallen asleep in a fort they’d built in the living room. Apparently her son was still snoring away in there. She smiled, thanking Roy for making it easy on them. “Of course,” he replied. “Any time.”

“Did William make it home by curfew?”

“Yep,” Roy answered. “Not a minute late.”

Felicity smiled, “of course he did. I’m still waiting for his rebellious phase, but I’m not sure we’ll ever see one.”

“Well, he did think that purposely washing his whites with his colors was badass.”

She laughed, “that poor kid. I had to pretend to be mad about that. He doesn’t realize that doing his own laundry at all negates the whole badass thing.”

Roy laughed too, “so, how’s the party?”

“Boring. But my mother is having a blast. She loves meeting all of these divorced businessmen.” Felicity rolled her eyes. 

“Did she do what I think she did?”

“Oh, obviously. Although for once I think it’s doing more good than harm. These stuffy business types can use a little Mama Smoak Eggnog to lighten them up.”

“Ah,” Roy let out a deep breath, “isn’t it weird?”

“What?”

“You, Oliver, and Thea at a holiday party because he’s Mayor again and Thea’s his District Attorney. Your mom moving to town to be closer to you and your family. Me sitting here on a Saturday night babysitting? I mean, did you ever think, four years ago when you married him...that this is what we’d be doing?”

Felicity’s mouth pulled up into a smile. “Yeah...” she whispered, “this is exactly what I hoped we’d be doing.”

She heard the door open behind her, and Oliver slowly came in, shutting the door and shoving his hands in his pockets. His face was blank, his eyes on her as he waited for her to hang up. “Roy,” she said lowly, “I gotta go. We’ll be home in a couple hours.”

Oliver stalked towards her, “you’re stubborn,”

“I know.” Felicity put her phone down and started to push away from the desk, but Oliver pressed his palm to her stomach to stop her. He pushed her back until her ass met the edge of the desk again. Then his hands trailed to her legs and he eased her up on to it. She gasped when he shoved her legs apart a moment later. 

His office was tucked away from the party and the lights were off. She could still see the crowd, mostly drunk, from the windows. But none of them were paying attention to them. It sent a thrill down her spine to feel his hands on her, roaming over her body...while she could also see a group of people not too far away, appreciating her Hanukkah decorations. “Oliver...”

He pressed himself between her legs, rolling his hips. Grabbing her knees and hauling her to the edge of his desk, Oliver hooked her legs around his waist. Then he leaned her back, spreading her legs and tilting her head up so he could kiss her.

“You have guests,” she whispered into his mouth.

His reply was a low growl, a dismissal, before he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. He bit down, making her wince and her heart race at the same time. His tongue soothed the spot as he released her lip. “You didn’t come back.”

Felicity smirked. “You didn’t expect me to.”

Oliver’s hands tightened on her waist, and he caught her chin between his fingers, meeting her eyes as he stared down his nose at her. “Did you want me to be rough with you, Felicity?”

She nodded, her hips moving into his on their own accord. “God, yes,” she groaned. He caught her hair between his fingers, gripping it to tilt her head back and sufficiently messing up the intricate bun she’d placed. But when he gave himself access to her neck, taking control and scraping his teeth along her skin, kissing and licking a path to her collarbone, she did not have a single care about how her hair might look after this.

It’d been over a week since they’d had any time alone aside from the few hours of sleep each night before EJ woke up and wanted to snuggle his way into their bed. Oliver moved his hands over her body slowly, his mouth moving at the same pace as he left marks all over her neck. He took his time, building her up and giving his attention to the curves of her body.

“Oliver,” Felicity sighed, slipping her hand between them. She grazed her fingers along his covered cock, feeling how hard he was. He was practically throbbing through his pants, making her arousal sky rocket. “Yes,” she groaned, reaching for his zipper.

His hand stopped hers, a gravelly noise of protest coming from his chest. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, ready to pout. He shook his head, moving her hand up his chest. He guided her arm around his neck, giving her something to hold on to before he yanked her across the desk, her core colliding roughly with his cock. Felicity yelped, probably too loudly, but he didn’t flinch.

Her husband’s eyes darkened at the sound, and he thrusted into her, his erection slipping between her folds. She was wet. And his eyes slammed shut as it soaked onto his pants. 

Suddenly, the cool, confident, controlling man was gone. Oliver inhaled sharply, a curse falling from his lips as she rotated her hips, grinding against him until she felt his cock rubbing against her clit. She moaned, finding the adorable way he lost his breath just as attractive as the guy who promised to be rough. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

Felicity raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. 

“Y-you, um, you haven’t been wearing underwear all night?”

She grinned, shaking her head again.

“And...were you,” his mouth dropped as she pleasured herself on him, “were you planning on sharing that information with me at some point? Or was I just never going to find out that my wife not only wore the sexiest fucking dress she could find...but that she didn’t bother to wear anything else.”

Felicity didn’t mind admitting that she’d been hoping for something just like this to happen. She’d had a pair of panties in hand earlier that afternoon, planning on putting them on after her shower. But on a whim, she chose to drop them back into her drawer. But she didn’t tell him that. “Should I be telling you every time I’m not wearing underwear, Oliver?”

His pupils grew wide, his eyes finding hers and he nodded. “Damn. Yes, please. I mean, any time. Every time. I would...” he shivered, “really like to know.”

She laughed, crinkling her nose up at him. “Well...what if I don’t?”

Oliver watched her for a moment, understanding where she was going. He licked his lips, pulling his hips back, away from hers, and making her whimper. She couldn’t help but grin as he slipped back into that sexy, assertive control. “Felicity, I know every inch of your body.” He slid his finger down her arm, making her shiver. “I know how to make you tremble under my touch. I know where to kiss you to make you moan...” Oliver dipped his head to her ear, sucking on the spot just below her lobe. The moan that followed was involuntary, and proved his point.

When he pulled back to look down at her, he was smiling. “I know exactly how hard to fuck you if I want to hear you screaming my name. And I know exactly how slow to take it if I want to feel your legs shake...my face pressed between your thighs while I taste you.”

Felicity’s heart pounded in her chest, her hips thrusting wildly, seeking friction, needing the pleasure he described. “So, what...” she asked breathlessly, “you’ll tease me if I don’t share my underwear habits?”

Oliver shook his head, tucking her hair behind her ear. His eyes glanced over her face, appreciating the desire he found there. The effect he had.

“No, honey. You’re way too fucking gorgeous when you come.” Oliver whispered, “I would never want to mess with that.” He smirked, “and I wouldn’t deny myself the pleasure of enjoying that view.

“I’m just saying...” He thrust his hips up into hers, making her eyes roll back and surely causing a stain on his slacks by now. “Knowing that you’re not wearing underwear...is really fucking hot.” Oliver bent down to whisper in her ear, “and I don’t mind showing you how much I love it.”

“Then show me,” she groaned back.

[incorrect-ego-quotes]

What would happen if Wilford gave Dark a Christmas present that reminded Dark far too much of their time as the Colonel and Damien?

The tree was aglow with reds and blues and greens. Softly, Christmas music played on Dark's old record player, Wilford standing by said record player -- clad in a yellow robe with Dark in a simple baggy shirt and sweatpants. The two sipping at hot chocolate (with extra whip cream and marshmallows, just as Wilford had begged for) as Yandereplier opened the last of her gifts from the two. Smiling warmly as she grinned with excitement -- the two wanting nothing more than for their daughter to have a wonderful Christmas....and maybe a couple gifts to brag about back at school."Holy shit--" she laughed as she ripped the last present open. The length of the present gave it away; the brand new katana Yan had been begging for since last year. The golden handle and dark blade shimmer in the festive lights, "you...oh my gosh--""And with that comes classes on how to use weaponry." Wilford held up a couple papers. Enrollment for her classes, "if you're gonna go around protecting your senpai with it, might as well learn how to use it."She teared up. Standing in her pink and blue pajamas to hug her fathers, "oh my gosh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I...I won't leave evidence behind--"Dark gave her a look."...anymore. The last one is still in the basement...but! I swear I'll clean it up!"Dark chuckled and ruffled her red bangs, "all we want is for you to--""Get everything you want and brag about it so we can be the cool rich parents!" Wilford butted in, "still got loads of cash stolen, I can--""--no. All we want is for you to be happy." Dark smiled. "...and maybe some bragging rights.""There's the Dark I know and love!" Wilford kissed his cheek as Dark playfully pushed him aside, Yan giggling. Her fathers have always had her best interest in mind. Ever since they took her in as a child, they've never once complained about her ways, her behavior, or her wrong doings like most. They just simply loved her for her. "Oh!" Wilford gasps as he picks up on last gift from under the tree. Yan holding her stocking close as she sat on the back of her legs comfortably. Wrapped up in the holiday cheer and warmth of her family. For once -- not feeling defensive or moody like the teen she was; feeling joyful and curious. Festive and merry. Wilford handed the small gift box over to Dark. Dark raising an eyebrow as he inspected the red and green wrapping. The large bow upon the gift made Dark smile; Wilford always being the type to go all out, even with the most simplest and smallest of items. "I saw it while shopping and had a feelin' you'd like it!" Wilford smiles, "go on! Open it up!""Okay, okay. Calm down, Wilford." Dark teases. Pulling at the bow, taking in the scene around him. The smile on Yan's face, the tree illuminating her face in a shade of blue. Wilford's ever eager face as he practically bounces in his seat. The glow from the early morning fire in the fire place giving him a warm inviting glow. His little family happy together. That would the last joyous moment Dark would have that day. The overwhelming feelings of love and, dare he say, happiness quickly snapping apart as he ripped at the wrapping. A large mug staring back at him. It's dark charcoal color shining in the glow from the fireplace. The mug proudly displaying Dark's name in cursive with snowflakes all around. Inside, a packet of ready to make hot chocolate and a candy cane. No...no--this, this is just a coincidence. This...Dark, stop it. Stop it right now. Yan's watching. William's watching--***There he is. Back in the manor.William at his right. Mark at his left. Celine across the table. The three sleepy eyed as they swirled their hot chocolate with the candy canes -- their own little Christmas tradition. The large tree to the side of them as Celine would hand out the gifts. "My, what a cold morning!" William said as Dark panicked quietly -- why...why was he here again? Had...had he not gone through enough?! Had he not suffered enough?!"At least we can all stay inside with the fire. I imagine the cold will clear up by the time our planned poker night comes around." Mark sipped his drink. Frowning and producing a flask from inside his robe to spike his drink. "Don't you think, Honey?""Hmm? Oh, yes! It's freezing, I'd much rather spend my Christmas inside. At least, with the three of you." She leaned over to kiss Mark's cheek. Dark seeing the annoyance in William's eye as she did. No...please, get him out of here--"Anyways! Have I told you all about the Christmas hunting trip I took to Canada last year? My, the brisk cold wind is enough to make this," William points to his mustache, "fall right off!"Celine and Mark laugh along as Dark's hands shake. The hot drink inside spilling around. Blood running cold, tingles rushing up his spine as the three stop. Stop in their merry laughter to stare at him as if he committed murder. "Damien, what's wrong?" Mark spoke up, resting a hand on his shoulder as he reproduced the flask. Spiking Dark's drink heavily, "c'mon, old champ! It's Christmas! Drink up and be merry!" ***Dark, in reality was slumped over. Yan shaking him violently with tears in her eyes as Wilford rushed to get him water. Yan crying as she pawed his gift away. "What the hell happened?!" she yelled back, "he...he just passed out and -- oh my god, Dad get up--"Wilford returned and splashed the water onto Dark. The other waking up with fright. Yelling and grabbing onto Yan, total fear in his eyes. Completely terrified. Practically pushing over his daughter as he screamed. "Celine, get /out/! Get out! He's...He's going to kill us -- save yourself, don't--""Dad, s-stop!" she yelled as she wrestled him away. Dark's heartbreaking sobs echoing around the house as the mug shattered to the floor. Wilford in total confusion as he lifted the crying ego up to carrying him to their bedroom. Hours later, after constant reassurance, Dark fell back to sleep. The aura around him fizzing gently as Wilford closed the door. Outside the door, Yan sat with her knees pulled up to her chest. Deep in worry. What the hell just happened? How...how can a simple gift go so wrong...? And why did he react so -- violently?"Let Dad sleep, okay?" Wilford sighed, "he needs it.""Papa?"Wilford looked down. Sitting close to his daughter in the hallway. Taking her hand and holding it tight. Rubbing the space between her thumb and forefinger; something he did when she was scared as a child. "Yes, sweetie?""...what's wrong with Dad?""...I can't answer that. I don't know, myself. All I can say is he needs peace and sleep. After the ordeal he had." Wilford sighs. Squeezing her hand. "Papa?"Wilford looks over toward her. Soft brown eyes looking into her red ones. "Who is Celine? He -- Dad called me Celine and told me someone's going to kill me..."Wilford takes her into a tight hug. Letting her cry into his shoulder. Nuzzling and letting her tears fall.A long pause passes between them as Wilford comforts her. The only sounds around them is Dark rolling over in his sleep and Yan's sobs. "I don't know, sweetheart. You just gotta forgive Dad, okay?"Dark stirs in his sleep as another nightmare starts. Huffing and crying in his sleep. Unaware of Wilford and Yan outside. "...he's been through a lot." is all Wilford says as the record player in the living room plays again. The melodies of 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas' play on as the scene unfolds in the chaotic household.

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Fic tag game

Tagged by my wonderful @reivenesque <3

Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag some of your favorite authors!

Too Close For Comfort (Stiles x Reader) Not posted yet (but soon!)

You know what really sucks when your brother is a werewolf? Everything.

And that doesn't even come close to reality, (Y/N)'s life has become so much more difficult since Scott was bitten by Peter. Having an asthmatic twin brother whose main concern in life was to pass his math class was boring, but it was safe and (Y/N) had the privilege of being the most extra of the two – ah good times ! But then of course Scott's asthma became a thing of the past, added to his new found super strength and speed, his popularity went from zero to ten real quick, leaving (Y/N) in the dust, far behind him.

In The Name of Love (Peter Pan x Reader)

"Who are you?" A voice asked behind you, causing your eyes to snap open with a start.

The cold had paralyzed your bones. You didn't know how much time had passed since you set foot on this shore but it was freezing and there was no food or people for what you could see. That didn't prevent you from sleeping with a knife hidden in your clothes. Well, clothes was a big word, for you were only wearing small chunks of ripped material, revealing almost as much as if you weren't wearing anything, but at least your skin wasn't in direct contact with the cold stone on which you decided to take a nap before investigating the jungle to see if there was a living soul here.

Seems like there was after all, and they found you first. The manly voice came from behind you and in a split second you jumped on your feet, ignoring the pain in your articulations and pulling the knife out, holding it right against the stranger's throat, the tip digging in his skin.

"I see," he said evasively, way too calm for someone you had a knife at his throat.

Great Minds Think Alike (Jughead x OC)

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

Pleast Don’t (Newt x Reader)

“No!” Heather said sternly, putting both of her hands in front of her, preventing Minho from coming closer. “Nononono! Don’t you dare!”

The boy took a step forward, his hands still holding the small creature. He had caught a spider and was running after the girl with it, almost dying from laughter every time she let out a squeal and ran away.

“C’mon Heath! The small beast ain’t eating the big one!” He teased her, making her jump back when he approached. Heather shivered from disgust and huffed.

“Put that thing away from me, I’m not kiddin’ Minho!” The threatening finger she pointed at him didn’t seem to bother him much and his smile grew wider. “I will put a bloody Beetle Blade in your hammock tonight if you take another step!” He simply rolled his eyes, not scared for a second.

“How can such a pretty mouth swear like yours? You’re spending too much time with Newt,” Minho scoffed, the spider still struggling to escape from the fingers.

The World is Vast (Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader)

The clicking of your heels on the ground was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. You dived your hands in the pockets of your jacket to keep you warm and hurried a bit to get home quickly. London. What a beautiful city, even at night. Apart from some groups of friends going out for the night and the sound of cabs, it was completely still. It might seem a little creepy to be out there on your own when you’re a girl and you just arrived in a new city, but not to you. You found that oddly calming and reassuring. As if the world allowed you to have a break and appreciate silence and just think. You moved to London two weeks ago. You couldn’t even count how many times a stranger in a bar – sometimes even more than one in a night – asked you why you moved here. The truth is, there is no reason. You were just sick of where you used to live, you needed change. And something – though you haven’t found it yet – was drawing you here.

Restaurant Dates Are the Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader)

You looked around you, scrutinizing your surroundings, letting your eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – you looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from you, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while talking to you.

The reason why you hated dates just came rushing back to you but it was too late to back down now, you said yes – God knows why – and you showed up to this restaurant where your date told you to come.

Break the Walls (Michael Clifford x OC)

Honestly, Michael thought he was hallucinating when he saw her. He remembered blinking a few times, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, but regardless of what he did, she didn’t vanish in the air. Her name popped in his mind the second he laid his eyes on her, though he hadn’t her of her for over two years. For Christ’s sake, his High School crush was just across from the street! She still looked the same. Her hair seemed a little longer, but she still sported a side cut some strands of hair were tied into small braids which she used to tie it into a ponytail. It was still dyed in that crazy pastel pink fashion. There was a cigarette tucked between her lips, and she had these huge dark circles under her eyes. That was something new.

Off Limits (Chris Schistad x OC)

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

Let Us Live (Peter Pan x Reader)

A strange and quite unusual unrest reigned in the camp and the lost boys whispered questions to one another, wondering what was happening. Most of them just wanted to go back to sleep, while some refused to fall asleep not knowing what the reason for all this fuss was. The low whispers suddenly stopped mid-sentence when Felix walked past the group of sleepy boys. His features were twisted in an ungraceful displeased frown and his entire aura screamed ‘shut the fuck up or you’ll regret it’. A heavy silence settled in until his figure disappeared in the night, but his destination was clear: he was heading towards Pan’s shack. The wooden door creaked open, making it impossible for him to enter without being noticed. Not that it was a problem for Pan was wide awake, looking as indifferent as usual even though Felix out of all the boys was the one capable of telling when he just pulled that face as a facade. This was one of those moments. “It’s been two days Pan,” Felix stated, clicking his tongue as a mean of punctuation. “I know,” Peter growled, glaring towards the boy as if saying 'tell me something i don’t know’. The blond boy almost expected him to continue but Peter kept quiet. “Where is she?” Felix asked.

Take Me Away (Luke Hemmings x Reader)

Tonight’s sky was dark and starless, and the moon remained hidden behind the invisible clouds hovering above her head. If it wasn’t for the streetlights, she would be swallowed by darkness. Right now, it felt like she could disappear in the night, in a snap. Her pace increased slightly when she began to move her short legs faster, her arms tightly holding herself, as if she was trying not to fall apart, and her arms were the last thing preventing her from bursting out of her skin. Wiping her hair to the side, the girl looked up, still searching for a star – just one – but the sky stayed oddly murky. Now that she was looking up she stopped walking. Her head tilted backwards and her small frame made everything look bigger than it actually was, and trees suddenly seemed to reach the sky. Silence was everywhere and it filled her. Taking a deep breath felt like the best thing to do. If she was sure not to get hit by a car, she would have laid in the middle of the road, just because it seemed to be cool in the movies and she always wanted to do that. Looking over her shoulder, her gaze landed on the empty road, then she listened closely for a couple of seconds, but there still was no sound to be heard except for the faint music in the distance. It shined like the entire town was sleeping. But something made her continue her way, shaking her head as she walked away and forgot about this stupid idea. Maybe it was better like that, she didn’t need to be careless to enjoy herself.

Right ?

Okay so now I realize most of my writings have shitty beginnings expect maybe for one or two of them haha *starts crying*

I tag @s-kamimagines @kingpendleton @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @mrsjugheadjonesthethird @protectjugheadjonesiii @imaginebucky @malumshighlight @that-sokovian-bastard @lets-imagine-fanfics  @robbie-kay-peter-pan-imagines

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Okay, we are onto chapter 13! Maggie has been helping Mulder and being there for Scully when she has needed her. It is time for her to take a break and spend time with a friend, catching up and relaxing. 

Chapter Thirteen 

Staying the Course

June 2015

Water lapped at the dock to Maggie’s right and the sound of it caused her to sigh in contentment. It was quiet and incredibly peaceful where she was presently and she could not have been happier.

Louise McGillan, a retired Navy nurse, was one of her oldest friends. She invited her to her lake house for a week, just the two of them. Maggie told her about Dana and Fox, and how she was helping Fox out. Louise said they both needed a girls’ week and insisted they leave as soon as possible.

Louise’s husband passed away a couple of months previously, after a very long illness. Since his death, she was dealing with a lot-bank accounts to close, her house to go through and get ready to sell, her husband’s will and items to be set aside for the recipients. It was a very stressful time for her and her two children. Maggie helped her whenever she could, offering advice, dropping off a meal, or simply lending a listening ear.

Tonight was the second night they were there and Louise went inside to get some wine. Maggie closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the water and the crickets beginning to chirp. She took a deep breath and let it out, feeling the peace brought by this place.

“I hope red is good, apparently it’s all we had here,” Louise said, causing Maggie to open her eyes and look at her. She smiled as she handed her a glass and sat in the adirondack chair next to her. “Phew, it sure is beautiful here. The quiet is nice, but only for a while. Give me the bustle of the city any day.” They both laughed and sat looking at the lake.

They drank their wine in silence, as only good friends can, knowing that words are not always needed. It soon began to get chilly and they moved inside, pouring another glass of wine as they turned on the fireplace. Covering up with the cozy blankets in the room, they started getting caught up with each other.

Louise’s daughter was coming to visit next week, to help pack up the house and consolidate items before the big move. Louise found a townhouse close to her son and he and his wife recently had a new baby. Louise moving closer would be beneficial to both parties. She would be there to help care for her grandson, and her son would be close if she herself needed assistance.

“It will be nice to help with the baby, play with him, get the snuggles, then hand him back at the end of the day and get a good night’s sleep,” Louise said with a laugh. Maggie smiled, but then she thought of how she used to care for William and the way he smelled as she held him close, and she sighed.

She knew in her head that Dana’s decision to put William up for adoption had been the right one, but her heart broke for Dana. For all of them, really. The pain she saw in everyone close to Dana made her physically ill, and mentally as well. She had gone on medication for a while after William was gone, anxiety and sleeping pills, her heart broken.

Then Dana was gone. Her boys both had their own wives and lives, and Maggie was struggling through depression with no family to care for her. A knock at her door one day led to Louise coming in and cooking her a meal as Maggie sat at the kitchen table and cried. Cried for the sons she missed, the baby she would never see again, and for the safety of her daughter and the man she loved and followed, becoming a fugitive along with him.

Louise made sure she was fed, brought her to doctor’s appointments, and sat while she cried and worried. She never told Maggie to cheer up, move on, or to stop crying. No, she held her hand and wiped her eyes, keeping her sane and among the living.

“Maggie? You still with me?” Maggie heard Louise ask softly. Unbeknownst to her, Maggie had been crying. She shook her head and apologized to Louise.

“I had no idea I was crying. I’m so sorry,” she said, wiping at her eyes. “Louise, I’m truly sorry.”

“Maggie, we don’t apologize for our tears, remember?” Louise asked her, reaching for her hand and holding it tight. Maggie laughed breathily and nodded, squeezing Louise’s hand.

“Was it the mention of the baby?” Louise asked kindly and Maggie nodded. Louise nodded too and then was silent.

“He would be fourteen now,” Maggie said, exhaling and shaking her head. “The boys at his age ... they had been awful at times. I can’t imagine with technology and access to so much information, how William would be.” Louise nodded again and squeezed Maggie’s hand.

“Louise ... I’m sorry. This is not why we’re here ...”

“Maggie, this is precisely why we’re here. To mourn and take time for us. We have both been helping others ... god, most of our lives, and we need some time for ourselves,” Louise said vehemently. “I don’t expect this week to be sunshine and rainbows, not by a long shot. I’m mourning and so are you because time matters not when it comes to mourning and loss. Although it was the decision that was needed, you had a massive hole ripped into your soul. It’s been fourteen years, true, but it still hurts like it was yesterday at times. I know it does and I don’t expect you to hold back while you’re here. Not to be too cliche, but what happens at this lake house, goddamn stays at this lake house.”

Maggie laughed and leaned her head against Louise’s shoulder, her head then resting on Maggie’s. They both laughed until they could not breathe and then wiped their eyes. Silence fell in the room and then Louise spoke softly.

“I’m scared, Maggie,” she said, and Maggie could hear it in her voice. “I’m scared of what comes next. I’ve been busy and doing for so long, I’m afraid of what happens when I stop.”

“I know what you mean, Louise,” Maggie said, putting her other hand on top of Louise’s. “It’s tough at first, I’m not going to tell you it’s not, but it will get easier. Time, it’s the only thing that helps. Well, that and good friends.” They both laughed and again sat quietly.

“Selling the house, Maggie ...” she sighed. “I don’t really want to, but what will I do with it on my own? It’s too big and all I think of is John when I’m in there. How happy we were and then him passing as we stood around him, watching him leave this earth. Most of the memories right now are sad and I avoid certain rooms if I can. The new place is nice, but it doesn’t have the same feel as home.” She said with another sigh.

“That can be said of any place that’s different and new to us. I know that leaving the old house will be hard, but for your circumstances, it will be beneficial to all of you,” Maggie said.

“I know,” Louise said quietly.

They sat in silence until Louise sat up and shook her head, before standing to her feet and reaching for Maggie’s hands. She pulled her up from the couch and into a tight hug before pulling back and smiling at her. Maggie smiled back and held onto Louise’s hand for an extra second.

“Let’s go to bed, get up and have a glass of wine by the water as we watch the sun rise,” Louise said, picking up their wine glasses. Maggie laughed and said that sounded fabulous.

A few minutes later she was in the guest room bed trying to stop her racing mind. She was worried about what came next,too. What came next for all of them. She did not worry about Bill Junior as much, he was happy with the life and career he chose.

She worried for Dana and when she would go back to that little unremarkable house. Like Louise, she was in a new place but wanted to be back in her old one, Maggie was sure. Her apartment was so sterile and not like other places she had lived, which were always cozy and inviting. There was the alien cat pillow that Dana had laughingly shown her, but Maggie had seen her eyes fall on it many times when she visited. Dana had taken the time to purchase it, it was definitely something she had wanted. Maybe she hoped Fox would see it someday, or it would one day be back on the couch where Fox had spent so many nights.

She worried for Fox, although he seemed to be doing well with his therapist. He had nothing but good things to say about her, although he admitted she kicked his ass emotionally every week. He turned his cell phone back on and to Maggie, that was huge. She could get a hold of him anytime, and it helped her breathe easier. He was still sleeping upstairs and not falling back into old patterns. She could see he was progressing, it was simply slow going.

And Charlie. Maggie felt her heart ache at the pain left there by him. A fight, a misunderstanding, and the stubborn nature to not listen or hear what truly happened, led to years of not speaking. Maggie tried but to no avail. Charlie wanted nothing to do with any of them. Nothing could be repaired if one side of the party refused to listen to reason.

Maggie rolled over and thought of them when the kids were little. The loud dinners, laughter, and Bill’s booming voice when they got too silly. So many redheads sat around that little table and it made her smile. Her mother had red hair and Maggie loved Anne Shirley and her Green Gable adventures so much, she wanted red hair too. To have four children with the hair color she loved, she felt very blessed.

Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths and prayed. She prayed for peace, happiness, and understanding. She prayed for Louise and her family and the new life they were beginning. She prayed for herself, to be the help that was needed, in the way it was desired, and soon she had fallen asleep.

The next few days at the lake seemed to fly by. She and Louise slept in, stayed up late, cooked wonderful meals, drank a lot of wine, laughed, cried, and sat by the lake, finding peace in the quiet around them. The last day there, as the sun was setting, Maggie walked around alone and looked once again at the view and the beauty of the area.

She found a log that was not far from the house and just sat quietly, closing her eyes. Hearing the wind blowing through the trees, the water quietly hitting the rocks at the shore, she made a decision. When she died, she wanted her ashes scattered here, in this exact spot. She found peace here, spent time with a cherished friend, and let go of the negativity that was weighing her down.

Opening her eyes, she looked around again and nodded. Yes, this was the spot. She stood up and looked down at the rocks at her feet. She saw a few flat ones and attempted to skip them on the lake. A couple of them were good, but mostly they were duds. She laughed and then shrugged, throwing the last rock as far as she could.

She bent down as she saw rocks that struck her fancy, putting them in her pockets to take home. She would give a few to Dana for a type of decoration or paperweight. Maybe Fox would like a couple.

Weighted down, this time by choice, she put her hands in her pockets feeling the smoothness of the rocks inside, and walked back to the house, ready to head back home. Recharged and happy, she was ready for what was coming next for her, or rather continuing really.

Her path was clear and she would stay the course. She would help to reunite the two soulmates who had lost their way. Their path may lead them on separate trails, but she would be their marker in the woods, directing them where they needed to go, where their paths have always been destined to meet- in the middle.

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Prince Andrew spotted for the first time since paedo pal Jeffrey Epstein’s suicide as he goes to Balmoral c

PRINCE Andrew has been spotted for the first time since his paedo pal Jeffrey Epstein killed himself in a Manhattan Jail.

The Duke of York grimaced as he sat with the Queen on the way to church in Balmoral, Scotland.

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The Duke of York grimaced as he sat with the Queen on the way to church in Balmoral, ScotlandCredit: Abermedia / Michal Wachucik

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Prince Andrew with Jeffrey Epstein in New York in 2011Credit: Jae Donnelly

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The Duke of York was snapped grinning just hours after Epstein’s deathCredit: Abermedia / Michal Wachucik

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He clasped his hands as he was driven awayCredit: Getty Images – Getty

WAVE OF FEAR

Girl, 15, ‘gang raped’ on cruise highlights crime wave sweeping high seas

RIPPED APART

Woman, 21, eaten alive by sharks screamed ‘there’s another one coming’

sick revenge

Maniac dad’s slaughter of his 5 kids was revenge for wife’s affair with toyboy

‘I COULDN’T DO ANYTHING’

Woman watches pet dog get eaten by alligator on their morning walk

Exclusive

‘DISGUSTING’

Brit YouTube Ingham Family blasted for leaving baby alone on Spanish beach

FREAK ACCIDENT

Brit hiker ‘chokes to death on rucksack straps’ after Marbella mountain fall

Epstein’s death came just hours after one of his former sex slaves accused Prince Andrew of licking her toes when she was just a teenager.

The manuscript by former masseuse Virginia Roberts is among 2,000 legal documents released just hours before his death.

It details three alleged sexual encounters with the Duke of York.

Andrew, who is currently on holiday with his ex-wife Sarah Ferguson and the Queen in Balmoral, strenuously denies any sexual contact with Virginia — whose surname is now Giuffre.

She says she first met the royal dad of two on a trip to London in 2001 when she was 17.

Financier Epstein was initially thought to have taken his own life, days after he was taken off suicide watch.

But on Saturday night suspicions were mounting that he was attacked.

Prison guards in New York found Epstein — who was suspected of heading a global sex-trafficking network — in cardiac arrest at 6.30am local time on Saturday.

On Friday, a court in Manhattan released a 1,200-page dossier detailing lurid abuse allegations against him. The explosive papers also named some of the world’s elite leaders and politicians.

‘THERE’S NO WAY HE KILLED HIMSELF’

But reports suggesting Epstein had killed himself were immediately questioned, with experts asking why such a high-profile prisoner was not under surveillance.

And Saturday night an FBI probe was under way into the death.

It was claimed Epstein had mysteriously been taken off 24-hour suicide watch despite a similar incident late last month — meaning there was no CCTV in his cell.

One of Epstein’s long-time advisers and closest friends said he had predicted that the ex-investment banker would be dead within a couple of weeks.

The man, who did not want to be named, told The Sun on Sunday: “There’s no way he killed himself.

“In a maximum-security confinement it’s impossible that Jeffrey took his own life.

“I know for a fact many people are breathing a sigh of relief today because they feared what would come out in court.”

Another former employee, who worked for Epstein on his private isle in the US Virgin Islands, added: “I don’t think he’d commit suicide. He was able to afford the best lawyers.”

Pictures showed an unconscious Epstein being wheeled out of the jail on a trolley by paramedics.

Jeffrey Epstein dead aged 66 – Victims slam billionaire paedo for avoiding justice after he killed himself in prison

He was pronounced dead an hour later at New York Presbyterian-Lower Manhattan Hospital.

The Bureau of Prisons said he was “found unresponsive in his cell in the Special Housing Unit from an apparent suicide”.

Epstein was previously found lying in a foetal position with neck marks after a suspected suicide bid on July 23 — but cops probed claims he may have been attacked.

Authorities placed him on suicide watch as they tried to establish whether he had been targeted.

One witness claimed Epstein was “blue in the face” and semi-conscious while “sprawled out on the floor” of his cell on that occasion.

James Gagliano, a retired FBI supervisory special agent, called Epstein’s death “incomprehensible” – as his former agency launched a formal investigation. He said: “The people you have to watch most are the folks who have the most to lose. Meaning very rich people, prominent people, public figures.”

You expect security not only to be stiff, but that if someone tries to commit suicide, they should be under 24-hour watch by authorities

Paul Callan, American legal analyst

US Attorney General William Barr — whose dad hired Epstein to teach maths in the 1970s — said the death mystery raised “serious questions which must be answered”.

He said: “In addition to the FBI’s investigation, I have consulted with the Inspector General who is opening an investigation into the circumstances of the death.”

Paul Callan, an American legal analyst, added: “You expect security not only to be stiff, but that if someone tries to commit suicide, they should be under 24-hour watch by authorities.

“This is an egregious lapse of security. I think heads are going to roll.” Sources said Epstein was taken off suicide watch on July 29. He had undergone daily psychiatric evaluation.

He was reportedly in solitary confinement following threats from inmates.

He was arrested on July 6, accused of sex trafficking dozens of girls as young as 14 — abusing them during massage sessions. He allegedly got the girls to recruit other teenagers.

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An FBI probe has been launched into Jeffrey Epstein’s deathCredit: AP:Associated Press

Cops raided his seven-storey £62million Manhattan home and found rooms stuffed with sex toys and thousands of pictures of naked women and girls.

Some were in a locked safe, on disks labelled “young” and “Girl pics nude”.

The convicted paedophile, previously jailed in 2008, was placed in a cell three doors down from Mexican Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman. The drugs lord was then transferred to a supermaximum security prison in Colorado.

Epstein was said to have been in his cell for 23 hours each day.

Less than 24 hours before his death, almost 2,000 documents were unsealed in a legal tangle between Brit socialite Ghislaine Maxwell — Epstein’s ex-lover — and Virginia Giuffre.

Ms Giuffre has alleged that she was procured by “madame” Maxwell, 57, the daughter of disgraced tycoon Robert Maxwell, as a teenage “sex slave” for Epstein.

ROBBED OF JUSTICE

In previous court claims, she alleged she was loaned out to Prince Andrew for sex when she was a teen.

Buckingham Palace has always strenuously denied the allegations.

Named in the court papers on Friday — along with Prince Andrew, 59 — were former New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson and financier Glenn Dubin.

Ms Giuffre has previously claimed that a “foreign president” and a “well-known prime minister” were caught up in the sordid affair.

Legal sources insisted that Epstein’s death does not stop investigators probing any co-conspirators or anyone who covered up crimes he committed.

But victims of the serial abuser, who previously served just 13 months on prostitution charges, said they had been robbed of justice.

Lawyer Brad Edwards, who represented two dozen Epstein accusers, including Giuffre, said it was “not the ending anyone was looking for”.

He added: “The victims deserved to see Epstein held accountable.”

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Buckingham Palace has denied the allegations against EpsteinCredit: Abermedia / Michal Wachucik

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Epstein with Ghislaine Maxwell, the daughter of disgraced tycoon Robert MaxwellCredit: Getty – Contributor

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Epstein appearing in court in 2008 before he served 13 months after admitting soliciting a prostitute and procuring a girl under 18 for prostitutionCredit: AP:Associated Press

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A medical examiner car was seen outside a Manhattan hospital where Epstein’s body was transportedCredit: Reuters

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Epstein pictured with Donald Trump at Mar-a-Lago in 1997Credit: Getty – Contributor

Will truth emerge on Duke?

By Sharon Churcher, the journalist who broke the story

FOR Prince Andrew, the death of Jeffrey Epstein will come as a huge shock.

There can be little doubt they were close — their friendship endured despite Epstein’s time in jail in 2008 when he served 13 months after admitting soliciting a prostitute and procuring a girl under 18 for prostitution.

There are 16 numbers for the Duke of York in Epstein’s contacts book.

Described as the “Holy Grail” in an FBI affidavit, it was expected to be a key piece of evidence at the financier’s sex trafficking trial.

Claims in US court documents, strenuously denied by Buckingham Palace, that the billionaire paedophile arranged for his teen “sex slave” Virginia Giuffre to entertain the Queen’s son with a romp in a London bathtub have been a crucial part of the investigation into Epstein’s sleazy operation.

Just days after I broke the story of Giuffre’s claims, FBI agents flew to Australia to interview her.

She told me she would fully co-operate with them — but then burst into tears as she said Epstein had employed goons to try to scare her into silence.

Epstein’s billions undoubtedly played a role in preventing witnesses from coming forward — so now the truth perhaps will finally emerge.

Jeffrey Epstein’s teen alleged victim speaks in police interview video

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[datnewave]

This'll prolly be the last song that I come out with for a while I'm sorry to all my fans I always think of Robin Williams, someone we loved and who we saw appealing He made us all laugh as adults and children Shit, all the millions that he had, I wonder what were his thoughts and feelings five minutes before the belt that cut his breath off and killed him Prolly something like my thoughts now What goes up has gotta fall down I guess I'll pour it all out 'cause right now, the reapers in the room visiting So if I do leave, at least you'll know why I did it then It started way back then when I was a kid at first Niggas bullied me when they saw that I was an introvert I was never cool, had no friends, no chicks would flirt Every school year it's like all my issues were getting worse My whole life they was calling me corny; stupid I never had a dad who was there to mentor me through it Skateboarding was my escape, it wasn't just for amusement My issues kept reoccurring so I would resort to music I'd vent about the burdens that were sitting in my heart I'd vent about the way I fell from swimming with the sharks My mom was always working, so our bond was stripped and ripped apart Ain't no fucking family memories, ain't no pictures at the park Then I thought, "The world is about to see Hell come And I'ma live the good life everyone else wants" And in that moment my tears dried and I felt numb Then years later I blew up, the mission was well done I don't want it no more I don't want it no more No more (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more No more I don't want it no more (No more) I don't want it no more (No more) No more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more (No more) No more (No more) Finally I was famous, people kissing my ass I knew that I was only here 'cause it's revenge from my past (It's crazy) Went from a loser in school who got the worst grades To being praised for all my verses when I dispersed rage I copped a whip, moved out the ghetto like, "Bye, haters" Bought a brand new house with a bunch of white neighbors Everyone started calling wanting like five favors And guess what? All of it dealt with spending my paper And I was nice, I'd give him cash, I'd show sympathy I gave him some, him, and her, I'm just lending cheese Now I'm just looked at like an ATM machine If I don't give my friends my money, shit, I'm the enemy I had about a million new best friends that I just met Some were plotting to build me a death bed All because they kept on putting whack songs out that no one's impressed with So out of jealousy they'd diss me, you fucking guessed it (Ha) At least I had my squad; Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz I knew we'd stick together, stuck in this chaotic biz We had it all figured out and had a lot to give It was Funk Volume for life, who want a problem, bitch? Then all the sudden, out of nowhere we parted ways 2016 – those were some of my darkest days Ask us all, "Whose fault was it?" Ain't hard to say But it was due to money and all of our bonds had started to fade Months later, my girl told me she's pregnant This was something I never expected Her and I weren't on good terms at the time, man, it was hectic And I was scared if she kept this baby I might regret it Made me be concerned I had a fucking toxic relationship Last thing we need is a fucking toddler to raise in it Having a baby is great, but not as amazing when you got two parents who always fighting, hollering, breaking shit Present day, all my people are gone No real friends, just leeches around eating the crumbs No family bonds, no FV, can't be with my son No fucking girlfriend, I swear I thought that she was the one I feel alone and I struggle to get my fans what they want from me I'm struggling to build this UP company I'm begging on my fucking knees like, "God, please help me 'cause I can't fucking breathe I'm tryna smile, but pain is cutting deep Show me that I'm more than just a rapper Show me that this life that I've been working on is meant to be more than just a disaster" I hope this message I'm sending is floating up above Instead of focusing on fame, I should've focused on the love I don't want it no more I don't want it no more No more (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more No more I don't want it no more (No more) I don't want it no more (No more) No more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more (No more) (No, no, no, no, no, no) I don't want it no more (No more) No more (No more) I gotta go find myself I hope you all can understand

[brielleinstitutehq]

RAYMOND “RADAR” NICHOLAS is a 22 year old THERAPIST INTERN and looks a lot like Alfred Enoch.

MAYBE THEY’RE HIDING

Raymond went through many nicknames in his life. Everything from Ray (his family’s doing), Sunshine (his best friends name for him) and eventually Radar, the one that stuck. Raymond had a fairly average life, he had never travelled much and had lived in the same town his whole life. His best friend Ben had given him the nickname Sunshine in grade 2 when they had met because Raymond always had a smile on his face. The two stayed friends all throughout school, constantly getting told that they were attached at the hip. Ben was always finding trouble, whether it was a fight or just tripping over his own feet he always found a way to get hurt. Radar was lucky, and it seemed like he was one step ahead of Ben every time. He was always able to sense the trouble and divert Ben, so much so that the nickname “Radar” started circulating around school. 

WE HOPE THEY ARE PLAYING A GAME

As Radar got older he realized he wanted to put this skill of his to use and decided to sign up for a support position at his old elementary school. He was fresh out of high school and needed some experience while he was going to community college. The teachers there had done so much for him and he really felt like it would help to give back. Little did Radar know that he would change the life of a little boy named William. William was like a younger brother to Radar and he tried his best to take care of him. It was hard, in the public school system but Radar did his best, as always. What he didn’t expect was that he was going to learn just as much from William as Will learnt from him. Radar had never met someone with such a loving heart and an open mind. The school saw the connection and brotherhood foster between the two boys and when another parent brought it up (after Radar called their child out for bullying William) the board decided that Radar was beyond his right of care for the child and he was terminated. 

BUT THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

Being terminated is never easy but when it rips you apart from someone you love, it was even worse. Radar was scared, he was young and he already had a bad reputation, it was a small town and he knew people were talking. He couldn’t stand to think of what would happen to William now that he was gone. Coming to a dead end after a few ‘leads’ for jobs that didn’t exist Radar was at the end of his rope. He felt like he had tried so hard and all he wanted to do was help. It was on his way home one day, in the pouring rain when he came across a flyer for Brielle. A beacon of hope when he was at his lowest point. It was almost like there was a pull on the poster, he wandered closer without noticing and before he took his next breath his cell was against his ear and he was making promises he hoped he could keep...

Connections: Care-giver for William Ender

Fortunately, William is OPEN!