#sara x charlie

[remember-the-fanfics]

Earthborn (Hazbin Hotel Reader Insert)

Oh geez this made me realize I have religious trama while writing this.

Spoilers if you haven't actually watched hazbin hotel.

Also apparently the characters are taalll. Minus Niffty

Just test on how I'll write hazbin hotel so to be continued or not

"Go fuck yourself pompous prick!" (Y/n) yelled at Adam, their anger getting to them.

"Don't speak to me like that! You came from me!" He responded. "You are alive because I fucked-."

"Up, yeah I know. Being God's chosen people, Adam and Eve. Cast out after eating the apple, had two sons and one killed the other. Blah blah, I was raised in church." They told him. "And in a club in elementary school about the Bible so I know a bunch."

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other in confusion, (Y/n) never talked about these parts of their past.

"Then why are you arguing with me?!"

"Because if you get to be here after getting banished from the garden by God himself then I see no reason why Sinners that want change themselves to get shouldn't." (Y/n) said staring at Adam with their arms crossed.

The Angels watching started to whisper to themselves.

"(Y/n), you know why you are here." Said Sara. "Please do not get involved with the next issue until we get to that."

(Y/n) looked way up to where Sara and Emily were seated. "Very well, apologizes I just wanted to get that out of the way." They bowed while speaking before standing straight. "...This is probably has to do in how I've been in hell?"

"Yes, (Y/n) (Middle Name) (L/n), you are still earthborn, not yet a sinner or a winner, have been in hell for just less than a year. How did you get there?"

Shocked faces across the room from everyone minus (Y/n), who looked uncomfortable with being called their full name.

"(Y/n) is that true?" Asked Charlie, surprised at the information. She knew (Y/n) didn't look like a sinner, kept a more humanoid look than most and was shorter than most of the people at the hotel.

"Yeah, I'm still human or well Earthborn as it was called. I didn't tell any of you since I didn't want you to worry." (Y/n) told Charlie look at her and Vaggie. "How did you even know?" They asked the Seraphim in charge. "I have an... okay disguise." Looking at themselves, with pointy ears,sharper teeth, and their eyes were not a normal color. They atleast didn't look human enough to question.

"We can tell by your soul. It still shows your the weight of your sins or what not. Not like I forget what one of my millions of too many great-grandchildren look like." Said Adam and with a grin and a snap of his fingers, (Y/n) felt the necklace they wore break in peices as the magic it held broke with it.

"I would rather be dead than be related to you, prick." (Y/n) said with deadpan look.

"It took awhile to realize you weren't just a weird sinner soul so we told Sara when we noticed all of you earlier." Said Lute, finally butting in before Adam could argue again.

"(Y/n) how did you get into hell?" Sara asked again, tried of this again.

"Not sure? Its kinda just a blank space between being on earth and then in hell." They answered with a shrug. "I found someone to help me somewhat look the part and then Vaggie found me while I was wondering around."

The earthborn was complete being too nonchalant with being in hell.

"Why didn't you tell anyone about not being from hell?" Asked Emily, earning a look from Sara.

"Well I mean at first for safety and then to keep anyone from worried about me? I'm kinda more... fragile compared to anyone else since demons and sinner have... an easier time getting up from a normal serious injury than I would." (Y/n) having to think of what they said before they actually saying it.

"I threw you off a building into a fight, how did you survive that?" Questioned Vaggie.

"Well Angel Dust caught me slash soften the fall and I mostly hide until Husk picked me up to leave."

"Why have you been helping Priness Charlie Morningstar with her project even when you are earthborn?" Asked Sara.

"Because it's a good cause? If I was a sinner I would want the hotel to be there to even give me a small chance to get into heaven even if you all don't believe in it. It's a humane way of handling the population down there. If redemption can happen to people while they are alive, why wouldn't it happen while they are dead and in hell? As along as they put in the effort to be good person, they should be a good person."

"If you know the words of the Bible why didn't you spread it down there?"

"Because being pushy to the wrong person could end me? And they really don't really think highly of you all. Plus for me if you heard how people like me would end up there for something out of their control, I would have trama with it."

"Why are you talking about it now if you have an issue with the Bible and God?" Questioned Adam.

"Oh, mostly because I'm pissed off. I don't have an issue with God, at all. It's people with opinions that wrote the book that got translated to many time with out checking by people who also had opinions. The Bible is.. fine. Heck, I didn't even knew there was a Lilith involved until Charlie told me."

(Y/n) sighed, taking a deep breath.

"What's gonna happen now? Are you going to kill me? Actual make me a sinner? Send me back making seem crazy or thinking this is all a weird dream until I actually die?" They asked. "Because if you send me back crazy, I'm gonna actually kill myself."

"No! Let's not do that, please." Pleded Emily to Sara, scared for (Y/n)'s safety.

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to do that." Said Sara.

"Because the Bible says it's a sin or because you actually don't want me too?" Questioned (Y/n), they were tired of this.

"They could become an Exorcists, it would be funny." Said Adam, laughing at the thought of (Y/n) killing their friends.

"How many times do I have to tell you I would rather die than be anything associated with you?"

"You're soul has yet to be judged but you've seen more than any earthborn have seen in many decades. You could stay in heaven as Winner or angel. We could send you back to earth. Which would you want to do?"

"I want to continue to help Charlie see this though." Said (Y/n).

"Your soul would be damned forever, (Y/n) as a sinner. I would not let that happen to any earthborn in your place in good conscious."

"Then send me back as I am. When I die, wherever that may be judged me as I will be."

"(Y/n), you're too young for-."

"It's Hell, I know but it can be nice when you get use to it just like Earth. Please just let me help until I'm ready to go home."

"...Very well, I'll give you till a month time to sort this out for yourself."

Gives you enough time to help for get set for extermination.

[talatomaz]

imagine | bau x fem!reader x legends

a/n: this takes place during ‘rusty’ where the bau deals with an unsub who believes he’s from a parallel universe. and honestly, this idea has been in my drafts since the episode aired almost 3 years ago

warnings: usual canon violence.

word count: 2.9k

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when R encounters a case where an unsub believes he’s from a parallel universe, she finds that there’s more truth to that claim than she’d like to admit

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A famous writer once said ‘we must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.’

And if that wasn’t the most apt description for your life, you didn’t know what was. Albeit the life originally planned for you didn’t exactly line up with the life you were living now, it still kept you alive. But no one in your present life knew about your former one. Hell, you’d surely be locked up on insanity claims if you ever broached the subject. Especially being surrounded by a team of psychological profilers.

But this current case was threatening to reveal your past. And you didn’t know how much longer you could keep up the lie…

You and your team were investigating the vast number of decapitations of father figures and were struggling to find a connection; only believing that the unsub was simply killing surrogates of his own father for reasons yet to be revealed. But it ended up being so much more than that.

As you continued to work the case, though you couldn’t pinpoint it, you had this lingering feeling of being watched. You’d even caught glances of familiar eyes staring at you. The more you tried to shake it off, the more foreboding the feeling became. And it had all come to a head when the BAU were looking at the victims’ bodies in the Denver police station.

Your eyes narrowed as Luke placed post-it notes of symbols next to each contusion found on the different bodies. The symbols were eerily familiar but your mind struggled to make the connection.

“They may be mathematical symbols, perhaps part of a larger expression.”

Catching the last part of Tara’s explanation, it was like a switch had gone off in your brain. You hadn’t seen this equation, or at least these characters that formed part of the equation, in several years.

Oh shit.

“Schrodinger’s equation.”

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

“You’re right. They form the basis of Schrodinger’s equation.” Spencer agreed as he walked up to the board and wrote the full equation down.

Seeing the expression face-to-face, so to speak, had you fighting to keep your panic under control. Between the feeling of being watched to this case to the equation which you’d vehemently used with an old team member to perfect a certain time travelling device, you worried at how much water this case held.

“It describes the probability that a particle will behave in a certain way in a certain place in a certain time.” Spencer continued to explain.

“The wider implications of this gave rise to Everett’s ‘Many Worlds’ theory. Which is that reality is, as we know it, is only one of many possible universes.”

Almost as if on autopilot, you gave a brief insight into something which had taken up a significant amount of your time in your previous life.

You’d realised your slip when you saw your whole team looking at you, even Spencer, with confusion written on their face. Whilst they knew you were smart, when you’d taken upon this life, you deliberately omitted several details, such as your affinity for science and all things physics, specifically inter-dimensional travel.

“Oh I-uh-saw it in a tv show once.” You lied, clearing your throat in an attempt to provide yourself with some sort of a reprieve. Luckily, that came in the form of Tara, who’d jokingly referenced ‘Doctor Who’.

“Okay, so does our unsub think he’s in a parallel universe?” JJ, your partner, asked which only facilitated the pounding of your heart. More so because you’d been on edge ever since you’d taken this case than in fear of your team finding out who you really were.

The rest of the debate became muffled as you drowned out your team’s voices - too busy on finding the missing link that was the linchpin of what you were feeling than adding to the conversation.

“Hey. Hey.”

The gentle rouse of your shoulder coupled with the whispered shout of your name had you jolting as you tried to clear your mind. Blinking, you looked up from your chair to see a blonde staring down at you.

For a moment, you could have sworn it was your old captain.

But that didn’t make sense.

She couldn’t be here.

None of them could.

Shaking your head to clear the cloudiness, your eyes refocused as you looked up at JJ.

“You okay? You seem a little distracted.”

The seasoned profiler’s eyes were narrowed in concern as she tried to discern your behaviour.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Sorry, just got a lot on my mind.”

“I’ll say. You even sounded like Spence for a moment there with all that science-y talk.” JJ joked, playfully nudging you with her shoulder.

“You know you can talk to me right? About anything?”

The previous levity in her voice was replaced with a tone of seriousness and motherly-esque concern.

Thankfully, before you could give another half-assed excuse, Emily burst through the door.

“We got another victim. Let’s go.” Your Unit Chief called after you so you followed her and Mendoza to the crime scene.

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After you’d all collectively delivered the profile, your team, specifically you, JJ, Tara, Reid and Luke converged back in the office as you tried to predict the unsub’s next moves. Albeit, you were distracted because the nagging feeling of being watched had come back.

Canvassing the office, you looked to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to you or your team - which was when you finally locked eyes with a patrol officer. Analysing their behaviour, they didn’t carry themselves in the normal way cops did, which inherently raised further flags in your mind.

“Maybe we just need to step back and look at things differently.”

As JJ spoke, you excused yourself. Ignoring the confused protests of your team, you walked up to the officer and stopped in front of them.

“Who are you?”

The officer’s lips curved into a smile but what stuck with you was how familiar the smile was. Almost as if you’d seen it before.

“Wow, I’m offended.”

As you opened your mouth to speak, you were suddenly flanked by JJ and Tara.

“Who are you?” This time, the question was sternly repeated by JJ.

Instead of outwardly replying, the officer leaned in closer to you - unknowingly to you, they slipped something into your pocket - and whispered something that had your back straightening and the hairs on your neck standing up in revered shock.

“Hey, lil T.”

Your jaw practically dropped in shock. It was a nickname you’d not heard in almost 3 years and only one person called you that.

Charlie.

Your team members were too focused on your reaction to notice that the shapeshifter had disappeared.

Suddenly the pieces began to fall into place.

The familiar eyes you kept catching lingering on you belonged to Charlie, a notorious shapeshifter who was a member of the Legends. That likely meant that the rest of your old team was here, including your sister.

And if they were here, it meant that someone was displaced out of time or universe and, considering the nature of your current case, you’d correctly figured out that it was the unsub you were searching for. He really must be from a parallel universe. Another Earth.

But you couldn’t figure out how he got here.

Especially after the Crisis on Infinite Earths which led to the formation of Earth Prime and your eventual move to this Earth.

“Who the hell was that? Did you know them?” JJ asked, her hand on the small of your back.

Instead of replying, you were interrupted by a vibration coming out of your blazer pocket. Fishing in the pocket, you pulled out the phone and stared at the device. Answering the phone, you spoke cautiously, “Hello?”

“God, I have missed your voice!”

“Cisco?!” You whisper shouted into your phone.

Why was he randomly calling you out of the blue? Unless…oh fuck.

“I’ll be right back. I’m fine, I promise.”

Not waiting around for JJ or Tara’s reply, you walked into an empty office and began to speak freely.

“What the hell is going on, Cisco? Why is Charlie here?”

“Yeah, um, about that…”

“Let me guess, someone stole one of the extrapolators, didn’t they?”

There was a slight pause before your friend answered, “Maybe.”

“Fuck. This is not what I needed right now. How did this happen?”

Cisco then went on to explain that meta human who had once had razor sharp knives for hands had somehow broken into Star Labs and stolen the inter-dimensional travelling device.

You scoffed at his explanation, “Explains why this guy’s able to decapitate heads so easily. God, how many times have I said that you guys need better security?”

“Back up, decapitation as in heads removed from their bodies? Oh, that’s nasty.”

“It’s also my job to catch this person, Cisco. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Well, from what I can tell from the location tracking and mechanical data, the device is broken which is why this guy hasn’t travelled back to Earth Prime. But you’re gonna need to get that device back before you arrest him.”

“Now, how in the world do you expect me to do that?”

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After ending the call with Cisco, you knew you had to clear things up with JJ before you could follow his instructions. Dragging the latter into the empty office you’d just been in, you watched as she stared at you with her arms folded across her chest.

“Are you in some kind of trouble? Tell me I shouldn’t be worried.”

“I’m okay, JJ. Honest. I just-” you sighed, “I didn’t realise it but I know that officer. They were from my past. A long time ago.”

“And that phone call?”

“Was from an old friend I’ve not spoken to in years. It just surprised me, is all. But I promise I’m okay. Go on, use those profiling, lie detector powers on me. You’ll see.”

JJ laughed dryly before smacking you on the arm, “Shut up.”

Then she sobered and abruptly brought you in for a tight hug which you returned.

“I’m here for you, alright? You’re my family and I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied back before smiling when she pulled away and held your face in her hands.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Charlie in the far end of the station signalling for you to follow them.

“How about I get us some actual drinkable coffee from one of the coffee shops near by whilst we’re waiting for Garcia to come back to us?”

“Sounds like a great idea. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

Your timely suggestion was merely a ploy to get out of the station so you could meet up with the Legends like Cisco had instructed you too.

Reaching the empty alley way that Cisco had led you too, you rocked back and forth on your heels before turning when you heard the voice behind you.

“Lil T. It’s so great to see your face.”

You couldn’t help the smile that painted your face when you saw Charlie in their true form and moved to hug them.

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” You said, hugging your friend closely.

Opening your eyes, you froze when you saw two other people approaching. One of whom had tears springing to your eyes.

Pulling away from Charlie, you flung yourself into your sister’s arms as the tears fell shamelessly down your face.

“Oh my god. Zari, I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Me either. I’ve missed you so goddamn much. Are you okay?”

Your sister asked, cupping your face similarly to how JJ had done so minutes earlier.

“Better now that you’re here.” You hugged Zari again, your head resting against her neck as you tried to engrave this moment in your mind forever. Especially since you didn’t know when you’d next be able to see her again.

“What am I? Chopped liver?”

You laughed at your old Captain’s interruption and hugged her too, “Hi, Sara.”

After you’d all quickly caught up, you’d relayed what Cisco had told you causing the three of them to nod.

Grabbing your hand, Zari slipped the bracelet on your wrist, knowing you knew exactly what you needed to do.

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“We should split up.”

After your conversation with the Legends, you’d gotten a call from JJ who’d told you that they’d figured out the unsub’s identity and where he’d likely be. Which is how you ended up at the entrance of an abandoned gold mine.

Running into the mine, you weaved in and out of the tunnels trying to locate Kyle Peters. Then you heard cries and yelling which led you to the unsub and the two children he’d kidnapped. You knew your team was following closely behind you so you only had a small window of opportunity to get what you needed.

As Kyle continued to wrestle with his demons, you peered your head around the rocky man-made tunnel and used the air totem that Zari had given you to discreetly lift the broken extrapolator from his jacket pocket that was close to him and use the wind powers to let it travel to you. Grabbing it with your free hand, you pocketed it with a relieved sigh and then stepped out into the open to confront the unsub.

The rest of your team flanked you as you tried to talk the unsub down.

“Kyle, I get it. Believe me, I do. I know what it’s like to be displaced from your home, your family, from everything you know and to find yourself alone in this new world.”

“No! I have to fix it!”

You knew you had to steer the conversation to prevent any mention of the extrapolator device.

“But you have to face the truth, Kyle. These sacrifices you’ve been making won’t fix things. It won’t bring back your son. Kyle, face the truth. He’s gone. Ethan’s gone.”

You countered, keeping your voice level as your gun remained trained on the murderer.

“God, I’m so sorry.” Kyle started to cry as he dropped the axe to the ground.

Holstering your weapon, you approached the unsub and cuffed him before handing him off to another officer.

“Here you go.”

You said, handing the broken extrapolator to Sara who thanked you.

“Oh and you can take the totem back. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

Zari stopped you by placing her hand on yours, “Keep it. We found a way a while ago to split the power in two so now we can both have one. It also means we’ll have a way to see each other. In the totem, I mean. We can be connected.”

“We’re always connected, Z.”

“You know there’s always a spot open for you if you want to come back.”

“I appreciate it but I think I’m okay here. This is my life now. And honestly, it’s a good one. We get to fight bad guys and not those with powers and stuff and we’re making a huge difference here.”

Sara nodded in bittersweet resignation.

“I’m going to miss you.”

You hugged Zari again, “I’ll miss you too. I really should be getting back but say hi to everyone back home for me, will you? And tell Cisco that I’ll kick his ass myself if he lets another one of our tech pieces get stolen again.”

“I’ll pass on the message.” Sara said as you all laughed.

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Having finished with your debriefs - and finding relief in the fact that Charlie had memory wiped Kyle’s mind so he wouldn’t reveal the extrapolator’s existence - you were on the jet back to the BAU with your team.

“All this talk about alternate realities. Who do you think you’d be in a parallel universe?” JJ asked you and Reid.

You laughed as Spencer explained why he’d be a cowboy and how the rest of the team fit into his world.

“What about you?” JJ turned to face you.

Laughing to yourself, you realised that this was the one time you could actually tell your team the truth and not worry that they would commit you.

“I would probably be a part of time travelling legends who rectify anachronisms or wrinkles in time with the help of our other Earth-bound superhero friends who fight crime. If all of that existed, of course.” You added when JJ smirked at you with a raised brow.

Her focus then shifted to the bracelet on your wrist.

“Oh hey, I didn’t see that bracelet before. It’s beautiful.”

Looking down at the totem, a soft smile appeared on your face, “It’s a family heirloom. I have one piece and my sister has the other.”

JJ reciprocated your smile as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, allowing you to burrow into the blanket that she had draped over her.

With JJ’s cheek resting on your head as she hugged you close, you felt your heart settle.

Deep down, you knew you’d made the right choice. The Legends was your past but the BAU and this team were your future.

And there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

[blooming-sunrise]

I am burdened by having too many ideas for fanfics of too many fandoms and no energy whatsoever to write them, also no organization skills or good memory

[mamisfavmosherz]

ARROWVERSE MASTERLIST

The people below are the ones I will 100% write for! Feel free to request other women, tho and I'll let yall know if I'll write for them or not! <3

READ PLS - I've only watched Legends of tomorrow and Supergirl completely! I know a bit about Arrow & Flash so I could attempt some people from there, but I've never watched either show. So my main focus is supergirl & lot.

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[shlebbie]

Post your top ten ships and pass this on to the first five people in your notifications.

1. Phan (idc sue me)

2. KageHina (haikyuu!)

3. KiriBaku (bnha)

4. Nick x Charlie (heart stopper)

5. TodoDeku (bnha)

6. Klance (voltron)

7. Drarry (Harry Potter -fuck jk Rowling)

8. Simon x Wilhelm (young royals)

9. Ava Sharpe x Sara Lance (DC’s legends of tomorrow)

10. Wolfstar (Harry Potter - again fuck jkr)

✨🌈Srry gays only

[remember-the-fanfics]

Belated April Fool's! Had this thought on the first but was at work so enjoy it now!

If GenZ!Overlord!Reader went to Heaven instead of hell

I lost any kind of format along the way, tell me if you find it, I would like it back.

• You appeared at the Golden/Pearly gates in a panic confused state, yelling as soon as you saw the person watching over the gate.

• Scaring Saint Peter which made him yell and then you both were yelling

"Why are you screaming?!"

"Because you were screaming!"

"Well I'm sorry for screaming! Where am I?!

• Saint Peter told you this was Heaven and ask for your name, after giving it he confirmed you were ment to be here.

• Asking him how you died because it was a blur to remember

• Telling you only the Seraphim would know and that you would get some of it back when you adjust to being a Winner.

• Cue you walking off to find a Seraphim before he finished and Peter quickly following you because you have no idea where you were going.

• Quickly running into Emily talking to some winners, seeing you with Peter went to greet you.

• Seeing you were young, more young than most Winners when they appear, most usually have mid 20's to mid 40's age look.

• Asking her if she would know how you died.

• Emily telling you that Sera would know being the High Seraphim.

"Why is her name is just a part of Seraphim?"

• Emily lead you and Peter to Sera's office.

• Sera confused on why would Emily and Peter bring a new winner to her.

• Asking your question again, Sera repeated Peter saying you'll remember in time.

"I wasn't alone before I died! I just want to know if-."

"You're sibling is alive, you made quite sure of that."

"Oh thank God... Wait can I say that here?"

• You left with Peter for him to show you to where you would stay in Heaven.

• You quickly became friends with Emily, getting to know most of the winners and angels that go to her.

• Emily enjoyed having someone younger than her to hang out with, well technically physically she's older than most of the winners but mentally she's older than you.

• She even showed you how to fly with your new wings with minor issues.

• You had barely any control to begin with so when you got high enough your wings decided to forget how to fly.

• Ending with you crashing on the ground or into people.

• One time you crashed into a window of Sera's office, one of your few injuries in Heaven.

"(Y/n)! You need to be more careful of yourself." Said Sera, quickly coming over to you. "Are you alright?"

"Oh shoot, I'm sorry!" You said getting off the ground trying to shake off shards of glass. "I told Emily that I shouldn't fly in the area yet.." You quickly noticed you had cuts, that were bleeding gold.

"You're injured, let's me see it." Said Sera before hovering her hand over you, with a subtle light, she had quickly healed your injuries. "There, you should be healed now."

You looked up at her with awe in your eyes.

"You can do magic?!"

• Quickly asking her if you could do magic

• Saying that you could probably do small amount like the rest of the winners to help with day to day.

• Emily came in and you rushed to her with a new found interest and Emily was quickly on border to help you learn

• Almost leaving Sera alone to clean up the mess you made before making your way back but she ushered you and Emily away saying she could handle it.

• Quickly your lessons with Emily turned into flying and magic lessons with the help of other winners.

• Finally getting the hag of flying, you flew through what magic that you could be taught from the winners.

• After finding an injured Angel that you never before with what hopefully not blood on them (you didn't ask)

• She did not want to be seen by any of the winner when you appeared out of nowhere.

• You were young for even a winner, she noticed quickly, wondering why a child was bothering her.

• Asking if her wing was alright, it looked like it went though hell.

• Saying yes before hissing in pain when you faintly touched it

"If you thought it was injured why would you touch it?!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you!"

• Quickly shutting up when in a flash of light of your own, healed her wing.

• Still apologizing to her and introducing yourself.

• She introduced her self as Vaggie, saying she was apart of Heaven's Army.

• You obviously questioned why Heaven had an army since it's Heaven.

• Vaggie said it was for incase anything happened, explaining her injury as training gone wrong.

• You believed her, not knowing what day it was and where she was just before.

• You told her to be more careful and if she ever want, you could meet up again.

• After giving her where to usually find you during the day, leaving to find Emily to tell her.

• Emily was with Sera for the day, so you found both of them.

• Explaining what had happen to the two of them.

"You must be alot strong than most Winners, (Y/n)." Said Emily, looking to Sera for information.

"Yes, usually only Angel could heal or do any decent amount of magic, I'll have to see about." Said Sera. "Why don't you two go celebrate (Y/n)'s magic with some ice cream? I'll look into this."

• Sera quickly got into contact with the winner turned archangel, Adam, about meeting with you.

• Telling to not be to inappropriate around you nor tell you anything that he shouldn't.

• He said he would try atleast.

• You meet Adam and Lute at a train area that you never seen before because usally winner dont come over here

• Neither of the two was expecting someone so young so Adam didn't think you were actually (Y/n).

• After realizing who you were, instantly trys to get you make a holy beam of light to shot something because he's never really met someone who died and was possibly almost as powerful as he is.

• He's still number one

• After demonstrated what he ment, you did it on a less large scale because damn Adam just about destroyed a whole chunk of the ground.

"Well Danger tits, I don't think we're dealing with a winner anymore. They're fucking archangel like me!" Said Adam watching you do some minor things he showed you.

"Do you think Sera would let them know or join us, sir?" Asked Lute.

"Ha fuck no." Said Adam laughing, "If you haven't noticed they close with Emily and they're a kid."

"The file that Sera sent over is that they died just after they turned 18." Said Lute. "...Protecting their brother, sir." Adam stiffened at the mentioned of it.

"Of course... the old man does like doing shit in mysterious ways." Said Adam, noticing (Y/n) was talking to another recruit.

"Hey Vauh-gie!" He yelled across the area before heading towards the two.

"Adam, sir." Said Vaggie, (Y/n) noticing the way Adam said Vaggies name.

"Why you over here talking to the recruit kid?" Asked Adam, using (Y/n) as something to lean on.

"Just catching up, she was wondering why I was here." Said (Y/n).

• Lute quickly got Vaggie to leave you and Adam some inane task while you told Adam he said Vaggie's name wrong.

• He told you he knew her name and he was correct but you defend her saying it's her name, she decided how it pronounced.

• You soon had weekly training with Adam and sometimes Lute, who wanted you to have some fighting skill.

• But Lute quickly found out that you wouldn't fight unless absolutely needed to

• Having a way with words you could talk down any arguments that the exorcists had when they would have solved it in a fight

• Lute would rather have them brawl than listen to another conversation about talking about your feelings.

• You quickly became a favorite among most of the exorcist, being around Adam and Lute most times.

• The two treated you like a kid most of the time when you weren't training.

• Adam saw the betterment of Humanity in you, reminding him of what his first two sons could have been like

• Being the opposite of what happened to Able and Cain does that.

• Lute saw you as reason to keep Heaven safe

• Not wanting you to ever actually use your training to protect yourself

• Because why would you? You're in Heaven, nothing can hurt you, right?

• You would show Emily what you could do after every training session.

• You learned how to make non-dangerous fireworks to help Emily bring joy to the winners.

• Sera would tell you that God had chosen you to be an archangel, that would usally come with a job but you were to young for any of it so she let you help with Emily job.

• You were a chaotic force of good to excit people, telling them new kind of jokes.

• Emily had to stop you from making to many dark humor jokes, everyday.

• Some Winners would ask if something was still a thing and you had no idea what they were talking about Like 'Wat?'

• Then them explaining what it was and purpose.

• You would never have to take a history class again with how much people talk about the past to you.

• Winners would forget that you are too young for something.

"You had to use a brick as phone?"

• Having friends with most angels and winners was nice, you were just as popular as Emily these days.

• Then Adam and Lute came back from what they told you was a training expedition that they do yearly.

• With Vaggies halo (they disposed of her wings, to graphic for you to see.)

• Lute and Adam explained that Vaggie had died in an accident after betraying Heaven.

"Oh... I thought Angels couldn't die?" You muttered, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"She stopped being Protected by... the holy light when she betrayed us." Said Lute, trying to come up with an excuse.

"Don't think sweat about it, kid. You still have these two badasses here to keep you safe." Said Adam.

"I didn't think I could lose anyone here.

• The two tried to comfort you, never seeing you cry before.

• In their own messed up way.

• Cursing vaggie in vain in their heads.

• They hung around you the next few days, keeping you company while you mourn your friend.

• Emily would bring you snacks to try and cheer you up.

• Sera sent a letter saying that she wished you well and take the time you need.

• The next few year went in a blur, everyday was the same.

• Helping Emily with the winner, train with Adam and Lute, chat with Sera every few days, and having lunch with Saint Peter.

• You never would have guess that time worked differently than on earth.

• Definitely not expecting your younger brother showing up one day, being older than you.

• Finding you with Emily, the same age you were that day.

"(Y/n)?" He said looking right at you, you looked confused for a second before realizing who he was.

"Frederick? Freddy? What are you doing here?! You should be alive!" You said before rushing for a bone crushing hug.

"I died at 87, I'm guess time works differently up here." He said, "I knew you would be up here, I lived a good life and done good things just for the possibility to see you again."

"I missed you! Let me tell you everything!" You said,

• Introducing Emily to your brother and telling her you need to catch up.

• She excitedly ushered you away saying she can handle things.

• Emily told Sera after the day was done

• Frederick answered all your questions and you answered his.

"So am I your older brother now?"

"Not a chance. You're still my little brother, just not quite that little anymore."

• Introducing him to everyone, not taking an issue when Sera wanted to meet him alone.

• Sera wanted to see if he had any magical prowess like you did.

• He had more than a normal winner but not enough to be in the class of Archangel like you and Adam.

"Would you do anything to protect (Y/n)? They are quite naiveté when it comes to certain things, being so young when they died. You're older and wiser than them now."

• Sera gaslighting

• Frederick questioned where it was going and had to swear not to tell a soul about what Sera was about to say.

• He was surprised when told than Heaven sent angel down to hell to kill sinners.

• Sera telling him that she didn't tell (Y/n) about this because of their age and unwilling to hurt people without reason.

• But he had time and age to come to term that somethings need to happen for the greater good.

• So he joined in with Adam and Lute, training for the extermination day.

• Telling you that he wanted to train his magic as well with them.

• Adam meeting the last peice of the puzzle of your death, who you died protecting, your own brother.

• Adam got along with him well enough, being a bad influence on him.

• Lute trained him on fighting, going hard to make sure he could protect Heaven and you.

• Probably had a version of out of love, the toxic version.

• After another portion of time, Emily told you that the princess of hell was coming for a meeting to talk about the redemption of sinners souls.

• You were excited about the concept, seeing potential about it.

• Youre brother didn't think so, telling you that they were in Hell for a reason.

• Sera didn't want Emily or you to meet anyone coming from Hell but the two of you convinced her.

• Meeting up with the group after they got past the gate.

• Seeing Charlie and someone who looked very familiar

• Clapping after Peter and Emily's song.

"Good job Em and Pete!" You said cheering the two.

"So um who are exactly?" Asked Charlie, exited to meet another angel.

"Oh I'm (Y/n), I help Emily to keep the Winners happy. I'm an winner turned Archangel like old man Adam." Introducing yourself to the two.

"You're friends with Adam?!" Said Charlie, not expecting Adam to actually have friends.

"Yep, trained me. He's been training my brother now of days, Freddy."

• She wasn't expecting you to be siblings with one of the main antagonist from her meeting with Adam.

• Frederick kept shutting her idea down and trashed talked her along with Lute.

• You were the exact opposite of your brother.

• When Adam, Lute, and your brother saw you with Charlie and Vaggie showing them around with Emily and Sera.

• They were pissed, Lute had to stop both from trying to fight them in the open.

"They don't need to be influenced by a hellspawn."

• When Adam and Lute went to bothered Vaggie, Frederick went to you to the Zoo.

• Keeping an eye on Charlie and making side japs at her until you intervened.

"Dude if you're gonna be a butt to her then leave."

• He quickly stopped making fun of Charlie, just stared at her from your side.

• With Lute and Adam, they questioned if you realized who Vaggie was.

• With a no, they said how unimportant she must have been.

• In the court room, you stood next Adam.

• Pointing out hole in his responses.

• After believing that this Angel Dust should be here, you questioned with Emily.

• With the big extermination day reveal, you and Emily were shocked.

• "Neither of you knew?"

• That what Adam and Lute does once every year, and now with your brother

"I just want to protect you, this is for the great good, you will not get hurt for me again."

"I don't need to be protected! There's no good in any of this, you hurt me doing so."

• Then the whole Vaggie reveal, you were pissed at Adam and Lute.

"You said she died! You hurt her and left her there to do so! You let me mourn when she was alive!"

"Kid, listen she didn't do what was needed so we didn't need her anymore! She defied the order and must of paid the price."

"There would be nothing to pay if you didn't murder anyone! She spared a kid, younger than I, and you said she defied the order? There is no order to this!"

• Then you were arguing with everyone you trusted but Emily.

• Sera dismissing the court saying no soul in Hell could be saved.

• Then Adams threat to Charlie's hotel, portaling the two back.

• You decided that you weren't gonna sit here safe while they fright for their soul

• You weren't a kid like Heaven treated you.

• So you jumped in after them to fight against everyone you knew.

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Just some facts between hell and Heaven Genz!Reader

• When in hell you had to learn to be grown up quickly, while Heaven kept treating you as a kid.

• Frederick wouldn't be an antagonist in the hell version because he wouldn't have a reason to be

• I was gonna write about your older sibling but I'm tried, I've been working on this for a week+

• The end is up to fate, do you fight Heaven and get stuck in hell or does your old friends and family drag you back?

• Most youngs souls that died get reborn but there are some cases that slip though so they would be stuck where ever they got sent.

• Heaven you is less chaotic and speak your mind because it's Heaven,

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Okay love yall I'm gonna go look at other fanfics

[simonswilmon]

HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 2 HAS RECENTLY FINISHED FILMING.

Heartstopper, an award winning LGBTQ+ show creator has recently announced that season 2 of heartstopper has been finished filming and production.

Many fans have thought that the were going to cancel the show after the terrible forced outing of kit Connor. But, it was not. We do have some behind the scenes photos, and I would like to share with you the moments from the comic that I think would fit this.

4-12

in this video, we see Nick, Imogen, And Elle. They are all standing on a bridge with them all looking straight. Nick looks a bit worried / concerned about something since his arms seemed to be crossed / crossing.

I think that possibly this will pan into that. Replacing Aled with Imogen. Maybe showing that Nick is starting to worry about Charlie’s eating disorder. I also have a feeling that they will change it so than Elle walks toward towards either Tao or Darcy and Tara. ( Elle would definitely tell Charlie if Nick was worried about him in a way like this.)

4-20

this scene is showing Charlie and Nick around a group of people all seated. Clearly a restaurant or public area.

This will probably happen. Since this image is cropped, we don’t know if Darcy, Tara, etc are in this photo. But they are all in a ice cream parlor / restaurant in the next scene.

4-23

in this image, it shows Nick and Charlie running while holding hands. I couldn’t really think of anything else that would fit with them rubbing in Paris but this one scene —

it’s a possibility that they are running into this moment? Or that they changed it for filing reasons.

4-17

He is the cropped version of a photo of Either Nick and Charlie hugging or Tao and Charlie. I cant really tell, but I think it’s Tao.

something like this could possibly happen, saying that it’s outside, this scene won’t happen in the IRL photo. But maybe when Tao is apologizing to Charlie for outing him, just maybe?

I’ll probably make a part 2 if this does well :)

let me know if you want more HEARTSTOPPER + YOUNG ROYALS CONTENT!

I also could start making love, victor , shameless , elite, and kill your darlings content :)

BYE !!

[luvsscribblez]

I’ve noticed that I never really posted anything with my sona before the Space Pirates AU. So here are some silly scenarios of my self insert in the Pikmin series.

These were all done at work, so apologies for the “not as good” quality gfhhdgvsfb

Hee hee self shipping go brrrr…

[rivriv03]

Pretty happy with my laptop outcome.

List of stickers (left - right. Top - bottom)

Kim the red panda (Habits and Bicycles Podcast)

Parker (Leverage)

Space wives [Thirteenth Doctor X River Song] (Doctor Who)

Polly, Andrea, Kelly & Annabelle (St Trinian’s)

Sam the panda (Habits and Bicycles Podcast)

“I rise above it” (Anne Lister)

Chakram and Sais (Xena Warrior Princess)

Captain (BBC Ghosts)

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Wicked)

Charlie the polar bear (Habits and Bicycles Podcast)

“When has a legend ever gone quietly?” Sara Lance (Legends of Tomorrow)

Marvel Women (MCU)

“Why am I the only one who sees you’re beautiful, handsome?” Ring of Keys, little Alison (Fun Home)

“Sometimes you’ve got to do what you think is right and damn the consequences.” Morgana la Fay (Merlin)

Pupcake backpack [Patsy Mount X Delia Busby] (Call the Midwife)

[panini-penguin]

Hey guys, I just posted my first AO3 work if you want to check it out.

[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon fucks a Human Sacrifice (part two)

This is part two! Here is part one. I lied, there is a bit of smut! Oopsie daisy. Inspired by @moonmark98 ‘s story idea of reader trying to forget Alastor and failing. I hadn’t planned a second part initially so I hope you like it 🥺

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

You return to earth and spend a year trying to crawl out from under the memory of Alastor. When an employee tells you a terrible past trauma, you end up right back where you started.

<Tags/Warnings/Promises: Alastor x reader, light smut, not as explicit as part one, masturbation, implied childhood trauma, justified homicide regarding said implication, stabbing, death, a realistic description of my former job, gerbil slander, your bitch aunt Sara, hiking as a hobby, guns, shooting, choking, florida weather, mentions of the 2021 Loo Loo Land fire>

minors DNI

“Ooh my, this is highly unusual. Charlie is right, you really shouldn’t be here.” Stolas fretted over you. “Uuunfortunately I don’t have my book at this particular moment however I can just snag it from Blitzy and be back soon.”

“What’s a blitzy?” Angel looked around the room to no one in particular.

“What isn’t he?” Stolas cooed. 

“Wait a minute!” Husk snapped his fingers, “Is that the imp who burned down loo loo land?”

“The very one!”

“He also takes hits out on people on earth, doesn’t he?” Husk gave Stolas a sideways look. Alastor hummed in acknowledgment.

“Ah haha yes” Nervously chuckling, Stolas scratched at the feathers behind his neck, “Anywho! I’ll return shortly and get you back where you belong, little one.” He flashed his kind smile to you before bowing to Charlie and portaling out of the room. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie sat beside you on the edge of the bed. You’d been escorted immediately to an empty room upon arrival, sat down while the core staff of the hotel flitted about wildly upon hearing Angel’s recounting of events.

“You smell dirty”, the tiny maid cackled and ran to you before being lifted by her apron by Husk. 

“That is a”, you rubbed your wrists nervously, “complicated question…”

“There’s nowhere safer in all of hell than this room. With Vaggie and me and Alastor”, Charlie brought her hands to her mouth, “or— not Alas- I mean” She looked at Vaggie, “What do I mean??”

“Nothing and no one will lay a finger on you here.” Vaggie was staring at Alastor when she said it.

“I don’t think its fingers anyone’s worried about”, Angel shifted his gaze from Alastor to you and back.  

Alastor turned his head  slowly to meet Angel’s eyes, “Did you say something, Angel Dust?”

He shook his head and quickly left, Niffty and Husk in tow.

“I think you should leave, too.” Vaggie crossed her arms.

Alastor replied by taking a step closer to you, gesturing with his microphone, “I don’t see what all the fuss is about. She is safe and sound, barely a bruise on her.” He looked over you, the side of your face still slightly pink from the way you hit the ground hardly an hour ago. He could hear your body sliding across the wooden cabin floor still, what a strangely exciting noise. What else could he drag you across? What surfaces could he slide your over? What noises would they make? What noises would you make?

“You took her fucking soul, Alastor. In a coerced deal!”

“If I remember correctly, that is exactly what I had been asked to do.” He grinned, taking his monocle off and cleaning it on his sleeve. Vaggie looked to Charlie, who shrunk from her horrified face. “Plus, she’s still alive. Who knows if the deal even counts. I’ve never made one with a living person.” With an exaggerated shrug, Alastor took a seat on the sofa opposite the bed, legs crossed. “Either way, she isn’t anywhere near Val anymore.” His eyes met yours, for the first time since… 

You looked away. He wanted to grab your chin and force you to see him. He wanted to read what was written on your face. Shame? No…yes, but something more. Embarrassment. Confusion. Ah— You clenched your jaw, finally returning his stare. Anger. “Did I not do exactly what I had promised I would? What I had warned you I would?” Your lips curled over your teeth. “While yes, I hadn’t explicitly stated the number of times-“

“Stop talking! No, no. Enough of that.” Charlie waved her arms as if she could dissipate the very topic away, “Alastor could you please give me a moment alone with her?” She looked at him with big, worried eyes, “Please?”

Through gritted teeth Alastor acquiesced, “It is your hotel, Princess. I’ll be just outside the door.” The last sentence was for you, you could feel it like you could feel his shadow still ghosting over your legs.

As soon as the door shut, she closed the distance between you, looking to Vaggie who offered her a supportive nod.

“Seriously, are you hurt? Did he— Did he hurt  you?”

Oh, you wish he had. That’d be easier to say. Easier to process. You wish he’d knocked you around like Val had done earlier. That left you indignant, enraged. But this — whatever this was — you couldn’t find purchase on a reaction. You didn’t even want to think the things bubbling under your consciousness. 

“Just my pride. Uhh,” you shifted, your thighs and cunt sore to the touch, “He really did warn me. Got my okay, kind of. And he didn’t hurt me, except dragging me around and flipping me but-”, You noticed Charlie’s alarmed expression, “I’m physically fine.”

She nodded, her expression still oozing concern, “Well that’s good, then.”

“What… You both seem humanish, but what exactly are-“ You tipped your head in the direction of the door. 

“Well I think Angel is some kind of spider…Husk, not entirely sure honestly”, Charlie looked up as if searching for a memory, “Alastor is a deer. It’s all tied to how people lived and died, I think.”

A deer? You shook your head, “Nothing about that man resembles a prey animal.”

“His death sure did.” Vaggie commented.

“So if I have some weird death I’ll end up here? If I drown… I’ll come back as a fish?” You were mostly thinking out loud, and hadn’t expected Charlie to nod in agreement.

“But don’t think about that! You might still go to heaven. Like Al said, he isn’t even sure the deal is binding.” She beamed and clapped her hands together.

It felt binding. 

When that green light had erupted from beneath you, you thought you could feel him. Not the tentacles, or the memory of his hand. It felt like he was in the light itself, casting shadows on the ceiling in the shape of you. It felt alive, every ray of light a breathe washing over you. 

You looked down at the robe, white and silky. Where were your clothes? Where was your fucking aunt? What about your phone? You had a car, too. Wait, no… did you drive to her house? Or did she…You hadn’t slept since being dragged to hell. Staring at the hem of the sleeve, you tried to focus your mind but suddenly you were wading in cognitive mud.

Shadows gathered near the foot of the bed before you saw Alastor rise out of the cluster. Charlie said something, Vaggie said something but sharper. It sounded far away already. Your body was beginning to feel heavy, an ache settling across your back and thighs.

“Perhaps you should lie down, my dear.” His voice cut through the murky waters of your thoughts. The bed sunk beside you as he pressed a hand down, the other lifting your chin to force eye contact. Vaggie made a loud noise, Charlie a smaller one, a longer one. Was it words? Were they speaking? Your lids were heavy over your eyes, Alastor’s face beginning to blur. His smile looked strained, eyebrows knitted together in an emotion almost recognized. Concern? His grin threw it off. You raised your eyebrows to try and open your eyes wider but the effect was minimal.

You heard yourself groan as an arm hooked under your knees, another catching your shoulders as you fell to the side. It felt like you were floating. Your legs came down slowly, you could feel the robe adjusting around your waist. Your head went back before comfortably straightening. A warmth spread down your neck, leaving goosebumps to runaway down your shoulder. It was dark now, and in the haze you heard from somewhere so close it felt like maybe you had thought it yourself,  “In perpetuity, mon cher.” 

You didn’t recognize the room at first, but when you finally managed to lift yourself out of bed you sighed. Home. You only knew it had been real because of the robe and busted lip. Well, mostly sure. 

 No one noticed you were gone, which wasn’t shocking. Working backwards, you could piece together you had gone to visit your aunt on Saturday morning. You awoke early Monday in your own bed some 60 miles from your aunt's home. Your car had been found abandoned off an old dirt road way outside of town. 

You tried to get back to life, get to work. But you were clearly only half there.

Your aunt was found dead the following weekend, half submerged in a swamp just outside of Tampa. Her funeral was funny. Not “haha” funny, “Say hi to Val for me” kinda funny. When they lowered her into the ground you wondered what she looked like. What's the animal manifestation of a selfish, raging bitch? What’s the most untrustworthy home appliance? 

Probably a gerbil, or a toaster. 

You found yourself doing that a lot, What will they look like in the afterlife?

It took a good six months for you to stop sleeping in the robe. You couldn’t trash it, it was evidence you had been spirited away. It smelled like smoke and baby oil. Like Angel. It was soft on your skin, like—

Oh. It took less time for the dreams to calm down. Maybe a month of waking up in a cold sweat.  

At first they were stressful. Val backhanding you. The feeling of leather chafing against your wrists. The cabin. The real one, not the set.

But then one night they weren’t stressful. You could remember the dream like it had really happened. A large hand cupping your cheek, another roaming past your hips before hooking under your knee. The warmth of a breath on your neck, on your navel. More hands. Everywhere. Your back, your ankle, your neck. 

You woke up and the first feeling you felt was disappointment. It hit you like a truck. 

The dreams slowly ramped up until some nights you awoke mid-orgasm. Never in your life had you experienced wet dreams; you didn’t even know women got them.

And it wasn’t always him—- well, not at first. You’d be kissing someone, a stranger or your ex or whoever. You’d have your hands in their hair, enjoying the feeling of their tongue sliding over yours. You’d be positively humming into their mouth. They’d pull you forward, lie you down, tugging your pants down your legs.

When they’d kiss up your arm and nestle into your neck they’d whisper hottily into your ear, “My doe.”

Sometimes you woke up, but many times you didn’t. Many times you grabbed his face and kissed him, letting him take control and direct you. You’d shrink beneath him, allowing him to use your body as he pleased. You’d surrender, you’d melt. He’d fuck you into the ground of god-knows-where, nails cutting into the flesh of your ass as he pulled you up to meet each punishing thrust. There were trees and starlight and you felt the humidity on your skin. 

You’d always squirm away, try to escape the pleasure and he would find joy in pulling you back onto his cock. It felt like a game where you both already knew the outcome. “Going to cum, sweetheart?”, would be the last thing you heard before the real life spasms of your release stirred you awake. 

The first man you took home after returning to earth was sweet. Gentle. Too gentle. You’d try to direct him, to let him know you wouldn’t break but he’d shy away from asserting dominance.

Other partners were more in charge, but it didn’t sit right. If you were going to allow someone control over you, you felt like they had to deserve it. You needed to respect them in some capacity. 

You tried choking during sex, while it did heighten the pleasure their hand felt so small it broke your concentration. Bondage was fun, you got a rush from shibari, but all it did was inform your dreams. 

You tried femdom, and while it was impowering it didn’t scratch that itch. You tried being a sub, but like before you found the people over you as unworthy of you. You didn’t think so highly of yourself, it’s just that autonomy was precious and these people were, well, just people. Mortals.  

Your friends enjoyed your hoe era, self titled, but it was short lived. It had been eight months since you returned when you bought your first real sex toy, and took up hiking. It felt nice to be outdoors, and the days you spent in the forests seemed to make for nights of  less intense dreams. 

Your toy was, ashamedly, selected for its three points of contact. A pink little vibrator, big enough to need some work into you but not painful. The first time you used it you clung to your pillow, heart ballooning against your spiked blood pressure, and screamed a chorus of his name. The two points inside you vibrating in tandem with the small suction cup shape extending from the base doming your clit brought back delicious memories. 

Every time, you felt embarrassed after. You could imagine him hearing you all the way in hell and chuckling at how pathetic you were. Satisfied at how empty you felt after.

It wasn’t just about the sex, you were never a very sexually needy person. You were chasing that feeling of surrender, of being both safe and out of control at the same time. The little bit of danger with the pleasure. But not, “local woman found dead in the woods” kind of danger. “Corrupt your soul and ruin your afterlife” kind of danger.

After a year of being earthside, life had finally calmed. Were you still fucked in your dreams? Yes, but a manageable once or so a month. Your toy was nice, but not necessary. A man, or anyone, hadn’t touched you in months. And that was alright. You felt almost normal, except the mornings you woke up hoping to see a pair of red eyes somewhere in the room. 

You chalked it up to escapism. 

Work had promoted you, twice, which helped distract you from boredom. While performing one of your monthly employee meetings, you met with a young man you’d recently hired. He was still in college, but he had a good head on his shoulders and made quick decisions. You were confident he’d be your equal within the year.

(Implied childhood trauma below the line; not graphic but it’s implied to have happened)

⊹˚₊‧───────────────‧₊˚⊹

“Tired?” He asked you while you logged back into your computer. 

You nodded, yawning into the back of your hand, “Spent most of Sunday at Shallow Ridge. Scoping out a good camping spot for when it warms up.”

“No shit, my dad hunts out there. Every Sunday, too.”

“I didn’t take you for the hunting type”, You blinked away the exhaustion and opened his employee file.

“Nah I’m not.” He shook his head, “He used to take me all the time when I was little.”

You nodded, not looking at him and only half listening, “Aww, sounds fun.”

He scoffed. You found the audio file of his graded phone calls, double clicking it. The file seemed corrupted. 

“Not fun?” You absentmindedly asked.

You opened the program to manually find the call file. The silence began to creep over you until you felt your chest heavy under the weight of it.

You finally looked at him. The look in his eyes was distant, the color from his face was gone. 

“Hey”, your tone changed, your subconscious recognizing something before you did.

He snapped back up, looking at you now. His smile didn’t meet his eyes. You didn’t say anything, just pushed your chair from your desk and looked directly at him.

“What?” He averted his gaze.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? You’re not just a resource here. Hell, I see you more than my own flesh and blood.”

He nodded, and when he finally brought his eyes back to yours his composure cracked and tears fell down his cheeks in streams. “It’s fine” he forced a laugh, “It was like a million years ago.”

You took off the rest of the day, and after providing hugs and your own tears and information on company sponsored counseling and resources, you went home.

Well, first you went to the camping store. And then home. Your dreams that week were calm, as if they knew you couldn’t enjoy a romp in a field.

When Saturday night bled into Sunday morning, you drove your car to Shallow Ridge. You placed the keys on the front seat and left your phone under the seat itself.

You waited for four hours, but eventually a truck pulled up and the man you saw in various Facebook photos and tagged family Christmas cards made his way into the dense forest. You circled back on the trail, head dizzy. 

You knew you couldn’t overpower him, but you weren’t trying to win. You just wanted to make him hurt. You’d met men like him before. You’d suffered men like him. Survived men like him. When you two crossed paths on the barely marked trail and you were a beat behind him, you stopped, took out the hunting knife you were told could cut bone, and brought it down into the crook of his neck with both hands.

He whipped around, shock and panic on his face as his hands came back from his shoulder bloody. When he scrambled for his gun you sliced at his chest, then again at his throat but it wasn’t deep enough to stop him. 

As he advanced on you, fumbling with his shotgun, you tumbled backwards. He fell with you, pinning you down beneath the full weight of his body on your stomach. Twisting beneath him you almost got onto your side when you sunk the knife into his inner thigh, remembering the artery there from your mother’s surgery. He got the gun loaded, aimed it at your chest, “Crazy bitch!”

“Fuck you.” 

He fired.

Your breath left steam as it flitted weakly from your body, frost still on the ground. Your mouth was open as blood held your face to the forest floor. As your vision darkened, you watched the man slump over and onto the ground beside you. His eyes were open and unmoving. 

A burst of green erupted from beneath you, and you smiled as you sank down into the light.

“Did you miss me terribly, my little doe?”

(Part three)

༻Masterlist༺

[deafeningnightcollection-things]

“I’m Just Getting Comfy.”

Chapter 1: Snuggles in the Lounge

“He’s dead, again.”

“Again?” Kendra asked, leaning over the Waverider’s console to get a better look at the blonde captain standing before her.

Sara sighed, running a hand through her long blonde hair as it determinedly fell out of the braid her wife had set it into that morning. “He was dead before, it’s complicated. The point is, it’s integral to the timeline that he didn’t fake his death this time.”

“Go make sure that this serial killer hasn’t faked his death for a third time, got it.”

Sara just shrugged, “it’s easy by the third time.” She winked cheekily, “take it from someone who’s actually been dead.”

Kendra rolled her eyes, now that their captain was virtually immortal (thanks to some choice alien DNA spliced into her genome by a mad scientist), the subject of her death had become something of a running joke among the crew. And if there was a betting pool about how many times their captain could die on a mission, well, Ava never needed to know.

“Another mission?” Carter asked, as he wandered onto the bridge.

Sara nodded, “just a minor time aberration.”

“I can suit up and—”

“Kendra and Charlie have it handled.” The captain admonished gently, “we don’t need more people running around in 1836 than we can help, especially after the last mission.”

Carter frowned, as though he wanted to argue, but, apart from some light insubordination and mutiny, the team followed Sara’s orders without question. He glanced at Kendra once, before turning and heading down the hall with what could only be described as a huff.

Kendra watched him go with one eyebrow raised, after 4,000 years and it still sometimes felt like he didn’t think she could handle herself. She looked back to the console to find both Charlie and Sara staring at her. She threw her hands up as if to say, how am I supposed to know? It wasn’t as though she could read his every move.

She shook her head, whatever was off with him would have to wait until after the mission.

Leonard sprawled on the couch lazily, tossing a small blue bouncy ball from one hand to the other. He was bored, stuck on a time ship in the 1800s. He couldn’t even take the jump ship to go pillage some expensive pieces before they were discovered, Mick and Haircut had taken the ship to go visit Mick’s daughter. Which left Len alone in the lounge with Carter.

“Pacing a hole through the floor isn’t gonna make her come back any faster.” Leonard drawled, finally stilling the ball in one hand as his attention focused on the hawk.

Carter said nothing, continuing to pace around the room.

“What’re you so worried for anyway, it’s not like she’s stayed dead before.” Carter’s shoulders straightened almost imperceptibly, and Leonard smiled to himself, so that had been the button to push.

“She is a fierce warrior who has conquered many foes in her long life, including Vandal Savage, any adversary she came across would be at the mercy of her considerable might. Charlie is there as well,” Carter added as an afterthought.

“Mm.” Leonard hummed just noncommittally enough that it could’ve been interpreted as agreement or dissent. He set the ball down, it had served its purpose and began to shrug out of his parka.

“What are you doing?” Carter’s pacing had fully stopped now.

Leonard caught the exact moment that the hawk’s dark eyes fixated on the muscles peeking out of his navy shirt and had to suppress a smirk.

Len shrugged, “it’s hot in here.”

Carter’s eyes narrowed, “you’re never hot.”

Leonard raised an eyebrow, “way to hurt a man’s ego.”

“You know what I mean,” Carter soldiered on mercilessly. “What are you planning?”

Len shrugged innocently, “I’m just getting comfy.”

Carter’s eyes narrowed further, and he advanced on Len. It was none of his earlier concerned pacing, but instead something distinctly predatory, he looked every bit the hawk.

Leonard smirked openly now, “and what would you do about it, even if I was planning something.”

“I would watch you diligently to ensure that your plan does not have disastrous consequences.”

Leonard stretched out on the couch like a cat, letting his shirt rise just enough to show a tantalizing patch of skin.

“I’m cold.” Leonard beckoned Carter forward with an outstretched finger.

Carter’s outraged splutter could be heard across the timeline, but he sat on the couch regardless. “I thought you were hot.”

Len’s smirk bordered on indulgent, “I’m fickle,” he drawled, rapidly trying to compose his face before Carter looked at him.

Leonard snuggled further into Carter’s arms without another word of protest, it had been annoying to take the parka off earlier (he did get cold easily) and Carter’s arms were so warm. He found himself falling asleep without his permission, something he’d only ever done before with Mick.

But Carter was so warm, and Len was so cold that at that moment it really didn’t matter.

Kendra stretched tiredly as she and Charlie boarded the Waverider’s ramp. It hadn’t been a hard mission, but rather, a long one. She and Charlie had tracked down every lead they could find, any whisper about this guy being alive they’d followed along the grapevine until it inevitably turned out to be a lie.

“Night, Char.” Kendra murmured, stifling a yawn with one hand, and picking a twig out of her hair with the other. It would’ve been so much easier to get to town if she could just fly, but in the interests of protecting the timeline, they had waded through the wooded undergrowth, both to and from the ship. Kendra was sure she’d find more twigs when she shook out her clothes for the night.

But there was one last thing she needed to do before she could sleep. “Carter,” she called softly through the halls of the Waverider, not wanting to wake any of her companions (it was quite late by temporal zone standard time).

“Gideon, where’s Carter?”

“Carter Hall and Leonard Snart are in the lounge.”

‘Leonard’. Kendra mouthed to herself in confusion, before she shrugged.

She dumped her jacket in her and Carter’s room on her way to the lounge eager to shed herself of as many leaves as possible. The lounge was unusually quiet when she entered, it was one of the epicenters of team activity on the ship, and was almost unnatural seeing it so still.

The foosball table that Mick always complained was rigged sat in the corner untouched. While the gaming console Behrad and Zari had brought from their decade (despite Gideon’s warnings about upsetting the rest of their futures with future technology) sat quietly next to the tv, turned off save for a small light on its side that blinked softly.

A few beers, and other assorted snacks, were scattered across the many surfaces of the lounge, and Kendra smiled to herself, some things never changed.

The most unusual part, however, may have been the room's two occupants. Neither Carter nor Leonard frequented the lounge, both generally choosing to pursue less social pursuits in their free time. But here they were passed out on the couch together and wrapped up in each other.

Kendra rolled her eyes fondly, about damn time. She was tempted to let them sleep, but she knew how Carter worried when she was on a mission. Quiet as a hawk, she knelt down in front of them and gently squeezed Carter’s hand.

“My love,” she whispered softly in the tongue of ancient Egypt, a language generally reserved for when they were alone. “Wake up.”

Carter stirred blearily, his hand tightening on hers as his other arm tightened around Len protectively. Kendra smiled indulgently at the gesture, still trying to protect everyone.

“Chay-Ara.” The name slips from Carter’s tongue softly and fondly.

“Khufu.” Kendra replied, calling her lover by the name of his first life.

“It pleases me that you have returned safely,” he begins to sit up, but stops himself, clearly unwilling to wake Leonard.

“Be at peace, my love. We’ll talk in the morning.” She brings his hands to her lips gently, before going back to their room for the night.

[achaoticeternal]

in and out of wanting us

modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader halloween special

summary: hanging out on the outskirts of a Halloween party, Aemond pulls together enough courage to invite you up to his room. word count: 1.7k warnings: mention of drugs/drug use, mention of alcohol, fingering, dirty talk, sarcasm, afab!reader, MDNI, 18+ a/n: I just wanted to write something for my boy for Halloween - based on the song erase me by lizzy mcalphine

The off-kilter feeling never seemed to escape your body. Though you had never been a party animal, you could at least find some enjoyment in attending the functions held by friends, peers, or wherever your friends had dragged you off it. With it being Halloween weekend in your senior year of university, all of your friends pledged to make it the most memorable of all. The original plan was to spend each night out partying until the morning, sleeping all day, and doing it again.

However, on the third night, you find yourself just out of it. Your friends had been fantastic - hyping you up and hosting a great pre-game. But as you looked around crowded rooms at faces that you had seen the previous two nights, the usual satisfying mixture of booze and dancing didn’t linger. Sure, you could indulge further, but the typical two tequila shots were really all you wanted to settle for.

At some point, your friend Sara approached you with a tempting smirk - her pen displayed between two fingers. Some assistance from a hit would smother out the intense flame inside of your head and heart. It wasn’t typical for you to mix two vices, however, the urge to slip away and forget the reality around you couldn’t hurt for one night.

Now you stood against the fence lining the backyard, one arm crossed as the other lazily scrolled through your phone. If the all-black spy costume didn't ward people off, then the unpleasant expression that lived on your face certainly did. From their perspective, you were intimidating and mysteriously unapproachable. Though you lost concern for the perception of others, lost in the digital world you occupied your time with.

“Mind if I sulk here with you?” His voice cut through the chill of the night and immediately grabbed your attention.

You lifted your gaze to catch a glimpse of the intruder, face void of emotion, “I’m not sulking.”

He chuckled slightly at your quick defense, his hands now buried in his pockets, “Could’ve fooled me…”

Aemond Targaryen back against the fencing, head lulled back as he gazed up overhead. He was also dressed in all-black clothing which wasn’t too far off from his typical everyday chosen outfits. The large black trench coat had clearly been tailored for him, though the touches of the necklace and sunglasses choice had clearly been selected by his sister, Helaena. She had dressed him up as Neo from The Matrix, as it was all he had in his closet, or at least that’s what you had overheard. All in all, the costume suited him.

“What’s your reason for sulking?” You questioned.

“Just bored,” he shrugged, letting out an aspirated sigh, “Needed a place to breathe.”

You nodded, pushing yourself off the wall, “Understandable. I’ve been thinking of leaving for a minute now.”

Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you were unsure of if you really expected an answer from him. Though you and Aemond knew each other relatively well and shared a few classes in your schedule, you still didn’t know him on a personal level. And not many people did besides his family.

“Taking the Irish exit? Or do you need to say goodbye to Charlie’s other angels first?” He raised a questioning brow, motioning to your costume.

His usual arrogance didn't sit well with you. The eye-roll you responded with made that clear. Silence hung between the two of you though the thumping music of the party continued.

Other stragglers had made their way into the yard. Some chose to take photos, others were hanging in their smoke circle, and another couple occupied a corner that didn’t hide their provocative activities very well.

“They should really get a fucking room.”

“I can show you up to mine,” He cheekily followed up.

The quick statement should have been enough to make your jaw drop. Aemond had never been so forward with anyone, and no one else had the confidence to approach you with such a question. And though every alarm seemed to be going off in your head, you silenced them with a taunting question.

“And why would I want to do that?” You turned towards him, attention fully focused on the lean silver-haired man before you.

He took a small step closer, eyes flickering over your face, “I’m bored. You’re bored. And I stole a joint from Aegon, so…”

“I didn’t know you smoked, Targaryen,” You cocked your head to one side in mock surprise.

If it weren’t for the twitch of the corners of his lips, you’d have thought him indifferent to the statement, “I could say the same for you. What do you say?”

“Fine.”

--

After making your way back inside and sneaking around the piercing gaze of the university gossipers, Aemond tugged you up the stairs and into his room. It was decently sized for a college bedroom and well-decorated. It was inexplicably presentable in a way that only he could perfect.

With ease, he stripped himself of the black trenchcoat, neatly placing it in his closet once more. He stood in the closet a moment more before chucking a navy crewneck in your direction, “Here.”

Luckily, you managed to catch the clothing item before it could hit the floor, “I didn’t ask for this-”

“You were shivering during our entire conversation,” Aemond cut you off, looking at you from his closet door, “You’re welcome.”

Instead of thanking him, you nodded your head. The material of the crewneck was soft and thick, clearly well-made and cared for. Nothing surprising. Without a second thought, you tugged it over your head.

Once comfortable, you took a seat at the edge of his Queen bed. Part of you expected him to drop the stoic persona and relax. Though he did no such thing. Aemond remained propped up against the closet door, observing your movements. He didn’t seem to care that you caught him doing so either.

After a moment more of silence, you finally spoke up, “You’ve got a nice room. It’s really well-kept…”

“For a college guy,” Aemond easily finished your sentence.

Embarrassed by his correct assumption, you simply nodded your head. Suddenly, the carpet beneath you was the most interesting thing in the room. God, this is ridiculous, you thought. Before you is a man that nearly every girl would like to find in their bed and you just gave him an unintentional backhanded compliment.

Your thoughts held your attention until a calloused slid down the length of your jawline, then guided your head up to gaze a him. You felt caught underneath his gaze, holding your breath just in case. The smirk that played at his lips caught you off guard as he released his hold. As Aemond moved back toward his desk, he continued the conversation, “I didn’t take you as one to smoke.”

“Dito,” you nodded, feeling comfortable once more. Taking in a deep breath, you leaned back onto your hand, observant eye still following him, “But I also thought you were a party vampire, yet here we are…”

A low chuckle escaped him, but it wasn’t quite sarcasm, “You’re funny,” Aemond turned around, approaching you once more. He held his own pen, taking a hit of it while keeping eye contact. Once he released it from his lips, he lowered the device to offer it out to you.

Feeling a rush of confidence, you accepted taking a hit but felt the urge to tease him. Your lips wrapped around the device as Aemond still held it, expecting him to hit the button for you. He quickly took the hint and held it down as you breathed in. Once taking your own hit, you looked up at him and exhaled in his direction. It felt slightly intimate and a warmth fluttered into your chest. Still, Aemond appeared to enjoy your boldness.

Aemond’s hand quickly returned to cradle your jaw, “Why don’t you ever fight for my attention?”

“Why should I fight for what I already have?” You replied up at him.

His eye seemed to be scanning yours for permission, your tightlipped smirk serving as all the approval he required.

With ease, he bent down and captured your lips in stride. A rush flushed through your body, an interesting mix of desire and your high building inside of you. There was something so right about this that you couldn’t help but tug him closer.

A moment later Aemond conceded to catch his breath, “Eager, I see?”

“I don’t think I’m the only one that’s eager,” you chuckled, slightly tugging at the hem of his shirt. Instead of immediately removing it, he stood up, taunting you. Taking the bait, you stood and helped him get it off, peppering kisses against the pale skin of his neck.

Both of you broke apart to kick off your shoes, and when you stood once more, he caught you by surprise. Aemond caught your belt loops and pulled you back toward his frame. He brushed all your hair over to one side and began to nip at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. A small gasp escaped your lips, causing him to trail his kisses and bites up your neck. One large hand then came to press against your abdomen and began to slowly crawl down. As his hand disappeared into the waistline of your pants, he began to nibble on your ear.

Aemond thoroughly enjoyed the small whimpers escaping past your lips in reaction to his hand. He moved your thing to the side, tracing over your lips teasingly. He’d dip them into, only to pull them out and cup your mound. This continued until his was satisfied of the slick he spread between your legs. Two fingers then delved between your folds again, brushing over your clit, which caused a shudder to run down your spin. His hand then retreated, only for him to bring it to his mouth in order to taste your slick, “How lovely…”

Your head and body felt completely disconnected from reality. But Aemond was there, keeping you tethered to him. It was everything you really needed.

“Don’t worry, love. We’re just getting started,” Aemond led you back toward his bed, “And this will not be a one-time thing…”

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[fishareglorious]

Oh that's cool I've been checking the wiki because my ass is procrastinating and several characters already have their ENG va's listed in there!

I should be doing something important, but I'll list them here. They don't call me a master procrastinator for nuthin.

disclaimer: some of the va's here might be incorrect. info sites like the wiki and imdb can be easily edited with false info.

Druvis: Anna Rust

Lilya: Elina Alminas

A Knight: Philip Desmeules

Sotheby: Harriet Kershaw

Regulus: Carina Reeves

Centurion: Sam Yeows

Ms. Newbabel: Alex J. Cairns

Tooth Fairy: Alexandra Boyadjieff

Jessica: Lia Luz

Shamane: Indy Saluja

Kaalaa Baunaa: Gunja Chakraborty

37: Emily Stranges

6: Zak Morris

X: Hyoie O'Grady

Charlie: Macy Drouin

Bkornblume: Emily Stranges

Sonetto: Rae Lim

Balloon Party: Camille Blott

Schneider: Sara Alexander

Satsuki: Nao Toyama (also her japanese va)

Click: Dalmar Abuzeid

Diggers: Colin Doyle

Blonney: Addison Holley

Pavia: Alex Marchi

Oliver Fog: Kingsley Marshall

Mondlicht: Macy Drouin

APPLe: Elliot Hardman

La Source: Isabella Astbury

Leilani: Haze Zahara Adcock

John Titor: Andrea Pavlovic

Ms. Radio: Andrea Houssin

NPCS:

Forget Me Not: Joshua Collins

Vertin: Scarlet Grace

Madam Z: Janedope (also her chinese va. also do you know tennant's cn va is also her. damn)