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luci-in-trenchcoats · 14 days ago

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Primal (Part 7)

Summary: Y/N and Tim are completely unaware of the danger they're in and Beau has no idea how to stop it...

Primal Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, drugging, serial killers, death, kidnapping, smut (finally I know right?)

A/N: It's here! The big one! Please tell me what you think and enjoy!...

Beau POV

Lucy froze at the elevator, forcing me to come to a stop as I kept slapping the button down.

“Call her,” she said, getting out her own phone. I dialed fast on mine. Y/N’s phone rang and rang and rang against my ear as we waited for the elevator doors to slowly open, Springs and a few other marshals now joining us. They piled inside with us, my fingers crashing against the screen to redial.

“She’s not answering,” I growled, running a hand through my hair. Oh fuck. Fuck, this hadn’t happened again. I hadn’t-

“Oh my god Jenny!” Lucy said with a shriek, all four of us looking at her, pulling me from my thoughts. She frowned, gripping her phone hard, a dangerous look in her eye. “Beau got in an accident leaving the Marshals office and I don’t know what to do! Where are you? Can you come to the hospital? Or better yet, give Y/N a ride here?”

I raised my eyebrows, Lucy’s eyes narrowing as Jenny said something on the other end.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t panic her. She’s been through so much already. I just…” Lucy teared up despite the killer look, on her face. “Oh my god, I’m so scared Jenny.”

“Hoyt can’t kill them if she’s on the phone with your officer,” said Springs quietly into my ear. “Keep her talking Lucy.”

“Hoyt could have already killed them,” I muttered. Lucy’s face changed fast though, a strange smirk there before she was pulling the phone away. She tapped it on speaker, a loud huff followed by a whine.

“I told you,” Y/N panted from the other line, out of breath, another loud thud following along with a pained cry from Jenny. “I was going to kick your fucking ass until it was six feet under.”

The thud cracked through the air, Jenny shouting.

“She’s attacking me with a metal bat!” Jenny coughed, followed by another whip in the air and a scream. She whined, starting to cry, the bat scraping across the ground.

“You stabbed my brother. She killed him. She doesn’t get to walk away from that,” said Y/N, her voice eerily calm. Everyone in the elevator shared a glance, Springs looking at me with a simple nod. If Y/N killed Jenny, they’d cover it up for her, for Tim. But Y/N didn’t deserve to live with that nightmare for the rest of her life.

“Y/N! It’s me,” I said, nothing heard but Jenny’s cries on the other end. “Y/N, is Tim dead?”

“Bitch stabbed him in the gut,” she growled, the bat dragging along the ground, Jenny whimpering every time it sounded like it got closer to her. “He bled out in the basement. I can’t find a pulse. There’s so much damn blood, Beau.”

Springs was talking to another Marshal about getting an ambulance there but Y/N scoffed.

“He’s already gone!” she laughed, a dark rough edge to her words that sent shivers down my spine. “...But I can make her regret being born.”

“No,” I snapped, everyone in the elevator tensing. “I don’t care if he doesn’t have a freaking pulse. Get him in a car and speed to a hospital.”

“Beau, he’s-”

“Omega!” A strange tingle traveled down my spine, Y/N breathing softly, hearing, feeling, the raw authority in my voice. “Do it. Now.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she mumbled, the bat clanking against the ground.

“We’ll have Marshals at the house in less than five,” mumbled Springs beside me.

“Make it faster than that.”

Fifteen minutes later, I rushed through a pair of double doors with Springs and Lucy. A nurse pointed us towards the back of the ER. It was easy to spot Y/N. She was covered head to toe in blood, her clothes soaked, staring blankly through a glass wall into a small room.

“Y/N, how’s…” Lucy stopped talking as we saw the rapidly beeping monitors, someone hanging more bags of blood up on a hook. Lucy’s hands went to her face, my hand running through my hair. Y/N stood motionless, fury growing behind her wet eyes as Tim lay limp on a stretcher, blood squirting out of his abdomen the moment more blood went in him.

“They can’t stop the bleeding. They’ll pronounce him dead soon,” Y/N said quietly, hands fisting by her sides. Lucy stepped around her and I tried to grab Lucy. Y/N’s scent was all wrong. Violent. Rageful. She looked ready to clobber the next thing that touched her, no matter who it was.

“Biology,” Lucy said, looking at us both with wide eyes. “Biology!”

“Wilde, what the-” I started but she rushed inside the room, pushing a nurse out the way. I was halfway inside the room when she bent down, lips pressed against Tim’s neck. In a split second, his eyes flew open, heart rate soaring as Lucy bit into his bonding gland. “Lucy!”

“Security! Get her out of here!” shouted a doctor, Lucy punching someone as Tim’s vitals stabilized between his gasps for air, the bleeding in his gut coming to a stop.

“She claimed him,” said Y/N, stepping forward into the room. I spun around as Lucy held up her bloody hands, walking out of the room before a pair of guards were on her and leading her down a hall. “Biology! Lucy! Holy shit!”

She looked back over her shoulder, giving Y/N a smirk. Meanwhile, I felt like the punchline of a bad joke. “Tell your brother I’ll talk to him later,” she said before she was led out of earshot.

“His stats are good,” said a nurse, the doctors in the room all grimacing.

“Can someone please explain what the fuck just happened? He was dead!” I demanded. An older man in bloody green scrubs put his hands on his hips as Tim blinked rapidly, putting a hand to his chest.

“Bonding has a physical effect at the moment it occurs,” said the doctor, my face scrunched up. “Layman's terms, no pain, no injuries. Claiming someone who has mortal wounds will mostly heal those wounds instantly. It is highly, highly, highly discouraged as a medical practice and is highly illegal for non-consenting adults. This man’s rights were violated-”

“What do you mean doc?” breathed out Tim, his voice scratchy as he smiled. “That was my girl, Luce. My sister forgot to tell you about her I bet. We’re in love and all that shit.”

“She hit a doctor. Me,” he retorted, Tim shrugging. “Whatever. Finish examining him and then put him a room. I’m sure he’ll be ready to discharge in a few hours.”

“Love your bedside manner by the way, doc,” said Tim. Y/N brushed inside as the doctor left, quickly going to Tim’s head and leaning down close. “Why you crying, kiddo?”

“Cause I left you to die down there,” she whispered, shaking as I walked over, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “I-I thought y-you…you’re only alive cause of Beau, cause he made me bring you here even though…”

She looked down at herself and the dark crimson staining every inch of her skin. Tim shushed her, Y/N squeezing her eyes. He smiled and raised his arm, reaching out to graze her cheek where tears fell. “You did exactly what I told you. If something ever happened to me, you get yourself safe. I’m so proud of you for listening to me for once.”

“She may or may not have also beat the ever living shit out of Jenny Hoyt with a baseball bat,” I said. Tim grinned hard, Y/N squeezing his wrist.

“Don’t be happy about that, Timothy,” she whispered. “I lost it. I was going to kill her.”

“Huh. I feel kind of silly now for not always believing you. You really do love me.” Y/N’s chin quivered, nodding as Tim held her cheek. “Then stop crying loser cause I ain’t dead yet. I’m fucking amazing. Now, Beau’s going to take you back to our place so you can take a shower and calm down. Tell Lucy to find me some clean clothes and a brownie while you’re at it when she gets out of hospital jail.”

“Why d-don’t you h-hate me?” she cried, my arms holding her tighter, Tim frowning. “I left you.”

He shook his head, forcing himself to sit upright. He breathed deeply, cupping her cheek. “A lot of people have left me in my life. But you? You’re not one of them and this will be the last we ever discuss this. Even Sarah Connor couldn’t save everyone on her own.”

“Does this mean I get to be the Terminator?” I asked, Tim rolling his eyes.

“Eh, still not a fan of the boyfriend,” he grinned.

“Said the president of my fan club” I said, Y/N’s body starting to un-tense, the heavy sobs turning to sniffles. I kissed the top of her head, Tim pinching her nose, making her hiccup.

“Loser,” she mumbled, Tim smiling. “You really feel okay?”

“Feels like a bad cramp but I’ll live. The bonding feels…” He struggled for the words, Y/N nodding. “Why’d Lucy do that for me? I only met her once.”

“Yeah, Y/N, why would someone claim someone they just met?” I teased, getting a gentle elbow to the ribs for it. “Maybe she felt sorry for your pathetic ass.”

“She’s a kind person,” Y/N said, running her hand through his hair. “Take it slow. Take her on a date when you’re up for it. You don’t have to commit to anything more than that right now.”

“Well tell her thank you for me. I’m sure I’ll see her soon.” I slowly turned Y/N, letting her give him a half hug before he was shooing her outside. We got no more than five steps down the hall before she dropped her head, shoulders shaking again.

“I know, I know,” I murmured, pulling her against my chest, her face burying into my jacket. “Before you start spiraling, I’m going to ask you something and I need an honest answer. Did you blame Tim for not protecting you when Hunter came at you? When he went primal and attacked you?”

“No, never,” she said, inhaling deeply. “But I’m scared of how far I went with Jenny, how far I would have went. Beau, I was going to kill her. My parents are evil. What if I am too?”

“Y/N, Jenny came to that house to kill you and Tim. A primal Alpha attacked the two of you. Let me repeat that. A primal Alpha attacked you. Even if you had killed her, no jury in the world would call what you did anything other than self-defense.” Her shoulders remained tense up though, her face hidden away. Okay, different tactic. “Do you know why Lucy called Jenny?”

“What does-”

“No, you don’t,” I said, pushing her body back, grasping her by the arms. “Hoyt is one of Teddy’s primal Alphas. I don’t know details, it’s in a book back at the Marshals office but she was just like Hunter. It is incredibly likely that she has hurt, has killed, before. You have no idea the kind of danger you were in. Hell, she could have called Teddy. The only reason you might be alive, you and Tim both, is because you weren’t going down without a fight. Breaking someone’s leg with a baseball bat does not make you evil. You know damn well Tim or I would have done much worse.”

She closed her eyes, offering a small nod of her head. “It’s…it’s just been a really long day.”

“Then let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

Y/N POV

“Knock knock.” You stood in your bathroom at the townhouse, bloody clothes in a pool by your feet. Beau popped his head inside, catching your gaze in the mirror. “Is it okay if I come in?”

You nodded, glancing down to your blood soaked bra and underwear. It’d long since dried but you couldn’t shake the feeling of hot, dark liquid seeping down your back and chest as you dragged Tim through your parents house into your car.

“Tim’s quite lucky to have you,” Beau said quietly, moving around behind you to turn the shower on, testing the water for a moment. He shook his hand off, standing beside you with a sad smile. “You could think of today as the day he almost died. Or you can think of it as the day your stubborn as hell brother learned that there’s people in his world that’ll protect him too. For a man like him, I think that’s quite a comfort to him.”

“When does the wisdom thing kick in?” you said quietly, letting a tired smile onto your face.

“I’d say it’s age but therapy helps,” he said, taking you in. “I didn’t mean to come in and sneak a peak or anything. I just wanted to check on you since I hadn’t heard the shower yet.”

“Would you help me wash up?” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll be right there.” You stepped under the hot shower spray, watching from the other side of the glass as Beau undressed. He left the room, returning with a bag to toss both of your bloody clothes into. He disappeared with it, returning empty handed. You stepped further into the shower when he slid in behind you, your eyes drifting over your shoulder.

His body was lean but somehow large and muscular at the same time. It felt like he dwarfed over you and you couldn’t help but turn to face him. He pulled you to his chest, his warm embrace steadying you. You looked up, Beau’s face full of kindness and then a light flush when your thigh grazed his cock. You both looked down, your eyes flickering wider for a split second.

“Everything’s bigger in Texas, eh?” He chuckled, resting his hands on the side of your face, tilting your head back slightly.

“I’m sure it’ll fit,” he teased, flipping a cap on your shampoo. “Turn around for me, omega.”

Your heart fluttered, feet spinning so your back was to him. “Beau.”

“We’re not having sex right now,” he murmured, rubbing the cool liquid into your scalp. “Close your eyes.”

“You’re very naked and you kind of make my brain go haywire when you call me omega. It’s…” You inhaled sharply when he stepped closer, feeling him poke you in the back.

“I thought we agreed to wait until we could go on a few dates,” he said, dragging the product through your strands.

“Yeah but that was before you called me omega earlier and ordered me around and Tim almost died and it’s been a long day.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to bark at you before. You were panicking and I didn’t know how to calm you down.”

“All I could think of was how it’d feel to have my Alpha finally have me completely which was the brain reset I needed.” You closed your eyes as he washed your hair thoroughly, a stray tear slipping down your cheek. “Why couldn’t I think clearly about getting Tim to help?”

“Because you’d just woken up from being knocked out cold to find him stabbed and you are a human being,” he said quietly. “You can’t blame yourself.”

“I know,” you sighed. Beau spinning you around to face him. He grabbed a bottle, letting the water get your hair while he washed your face and neck, scrubbing every inch. He worked quietly, turning you this way and that every so often as he made his way down your body.

Slowly you relaxed and enjoyed the caress of his longer fingers over your curves. He wasn’t shy but it wasn’t exactly sensual either. No, this was more about helping you wash away the day and the last remnants of it.

Finally, finally, the hot water was gone and the two of you were bundled up in towels, standing in your bedroom smelling squeaky clean. Beau pressed up behind you, leaning in and kissing over your bonding gland. Sparks shot up through you, his scent flooding your senses, easing away any lingering thoughts about Teddy or serial killers or baseball bats or Tim’s blood everywhere.

No, you wanted him. Needed him. You needed your Alpha tonight once and for all.

“Do you want to mate, Beau?” you whispered, his lips hesitating only a split moment. A sting of rejection was ready to overcome you but his hands on your waist gave a firm squeeze before slipping the towel away from your body.

“Tell me what you need, Omega,” he murmured, your eyes fluttering closed, his hands stopping on your ribs, suddenly yanking you back against his chest. “What’s your instinct telling you?”

“I want to watch you,” you breathed, Beau nuzzling further into your neck. “Alpha, I need…”

“I’ll make it better,” he said softly. A moment later you were on the bed, sitting in Beau’s lap facing him, his mouth capturing yours in a teasingly slow kiss. You wanted more, wanted his knot, wanted him to bite you in your bonding gland all over again. He started to shush you when you whined, Beau slipping a finger down your chest and lower still. “Patience.”

“I’ve been patient for weeks. I want you.” He chuckled, resuming his slow kiss, teasing his finger up and down your skin but never dipping between your folds like you wanted. “Beau…”

“Trust me. I got you.”

So you did. You let him slowly torture you, warm your body from the inside out. It must have been an hour later before he finally was slipping inside you. You slid down on his length, arms wrapped around his shoulders. All the while he kept kissing you, nuzzling you, cuddling you. His thrusts were lazy and easy, nowhere near enough to get either of you off. But that was the point. Suddenly mating shifted and you weren’t there for the orgasm or the knotting. All you wanted was him. His heat. His musky scent. The way his body all around yours made you relax.

There was no end in sight. You weren’t sure you’d ever just…played in bed like this before. He was so present, so into you, your mind was spinning. You were just so…happy. Without a word to each other, your hips started to move a little faster, a little more in time, rocking back and forth on a slow build up. God you were so fucking hot, in desperate need of more of him. The friction grew more, Beau’s grip tightening. So much faster, hotter. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Beau turned your cheek to face him, both of you beyond words, panting hard as you rode him, your bodies flush and pressed tight to one another. You were close, both oh so close. His knot slipped inside you once more and didn’t come out, your jaw dropping. Beau leaned in, snapping his hips hard and you saw stars.

You screamed into his shoulder as he bit your bonding gland again, hips moving of this own accord. He growled, forcing you both through it as he came, your own teeth gently biting down on his skin. Not enough to break but he’d be bearing a mark for a few days.

Finally, you were both shaking, Beau’s lips pulled away from soothing your sore bond. You watched one another with hazy eyes, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. He carefully laid you both down on your sides, your bodies intertwined, Beau letting you use his arm as a pillow.

“I do good?” he whispered so quietly you barely heard. You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Rest now, Omega. You earned it.”

Beau POV

“Arlen,” said Tim as I slipped out of Y/N’s bedroom. I gave him a nod from where he sat at a kitchen counter, eating a taco out of an unlabeled container. “Want some? Lucy got me way too much.”

“I haven’t eaten all day,” I said, sliding onto the lone stool beside him, digging into a bean burrito. “Where is Wilde anyways?”

“She was headed back to her parents place. By the time we got it all sorted about the claiming me thing dealt with, I was ready for discharge. She drove me to a pharmacy, got me some antibiotics, picked up an assload of Mexican food and then dropped me off here.” He took a big bite, chewing for a few moments before swallowing. “Well, she walked me up to the door, told me to shower, eat, and go to bed.”

“She coming back in the morning?”

“Well her flight back to Helena is tomorrow early so I told her I was fine and we’d figure out the whole claiming thing in Montana.” He made a face and I grinned.

“How’d that work out telling the new mate all that?”

He shrugged, a smile in it. “She cancelled her flight, told me I was a moron and said she would be by in the morning with food and to help pack and that we would be travelling back to Helena together where upon which I will rest or she’ll allow Y/N to beat my ass with a baseball bat.”

“Wow.”

He took another bite, cocking his head. “Yeah. I may be wrong but I’m pretty sure Lucy’s my true mate.”

I choked on the burrito in my mouth, Tim patting my back hard until I could swallow it down. I shook my head, Tim reaching for a quesadilla slice. “I’m sorry, did you just say Lucy Wilde is your true mate? No offense but you don’t give off hopeless romantic vibes.”

“First off, I am an amazing boyfriend, Arlen. Just ask Y/N and she’ll tell you how romantic I am with my women. Second, I mean, yeah, they say you don’t know until you do the deed but yeah, pretty sure it’s her. She’s just like…you know?” I stared at him, Tim rolling his eyes. “What? You get so tired of looking at ugly in the mirror all the time Beau you can’t help but look at this? I mean Y/N finds your face not revolting but I’ve always questioned that girl’s vision-”

“You don’t believe in true mates,” I interrupted, pointing a burrito at him. “You told Y/N they were stupid and-”

“And you know what?” he said, turning his body to face mine. “Lucy didn’t hesitate. In that warehouse in Montana? She didn’t hesitate. When you guys realized Jenny was on team evil? She didn’t hesitate. When I was about to die in that hospital room? She didn’t hesitate. Why the hell would a nice, normal, beautiful woman like that want a middle aged, in desperate need of therapy, guy like me? Because she’s my true mate. There’s no other explanation. I mean, you and Y/N didn’t hesitate to do shit for each other either.””

“Okay,” I said, taking a large bite. “Maybe that’s why Lucy did all of it. Or maybe she’s just a good person and sees behind this layer of asshole tough guy to the real you.”

“That’s a dumb theory.”

“You’re dumb,” I shot back, Tim’s nose twitching up, his eyes narrowing.

“You and Y/N mated mated, didn’t you.” I shrugged, wolfing down a steak taco in two bites. “I’ve always hated all her boyfriends. She has a bad habit of dating morons.”

“You calling me a moron?” I asked, finishing off my burrito. He grazed his knuckles over his healing bonding gland, biting his bottom lip.

“...Do you know after doing it? Are you her true mate?” he asked quietly. I sighed, wiping off my hands.

“I am her Alpha and she is my omega. She’s my girlfriend and she can break up with me tomorrow if that suits her. True mates? All I know is I was mated once before and I loved that woman. Part of me will always love her. But Y/N fills in a gap I didn’t know I had. I don’t know what being with your true mate feels like, but I do know what it’s like to be with Y/N. Today was an awful day and I was terrified when I realized Hoyt was with the two of you. But Y/N made my soul lighter today and I don’t think anyone else could have done that.” He watched me carefully, waiting for my smirk. “...And you don’t know for sure until you have a rut same time she has a heat but I’ll just say I have high hopes for us.”

“I felt lighter too after Lucy bit me,” he mumbled.

“I could tell. You didn’t look constipated for once.” He punched me in the arm, dodging when I went to smack the back of his head.

“Behave boys,” a tired voice came from behind us. Y/N wrapped her arms around my chest, hugging my back tight, her head resting gently on my shoulder. “You got Maria’s and didn’t tell me?”

“Cause you always hog the birria,” Tim said as Y/N used one hand to slide over to my plate and pick up a taco. “Oh, let your man eat in peace.”

“Alright,” she sighed, setting the taco down. She kissed my cheek and turned, a quick grin on her face before she snatched the taco straight off Tim’s plate and dashed to the other side of the kitchen, shoving the whole thing in her face in one bite.

“You proud of yourself?” Tim deadpanned, Y/N nodding as she struggled to chew. She put a hand over her mouth, Tim rolling his eyes as I gave him the one from my plate. “I don’t want your pity taco, Arlen.”

“Don’t you?” I asked as he was already taking a bite. “That’s what I thought.”

“You better have good Mexican in Bumfuck, Montana,” he said with his mouth full.

“It’s the capital of the state, moron,” shot back Y/N, Tim flipping her the bird.

“Glad to see you two back to your usual selves,” I said, patting my lap. Y/N padded over, slipping up onto my thigh. A sleepy smile formed on her lips, my arm around her waist keeping her secure. She smelled tense though, her arms loosely wrapping around my shoulders. “You okay, ‘mega?”

She shrugged. “I’m kind of scared Teddy will come after us. Lucy killed Hunter. Jenny’s going to jail because I caught her. We fucked up his protegés and we know he knows how to make more. Beau, I can’t let Emily get hurt because of me.”

“Sweetheart,” I said softly, her head laying on my shoulder again, eyes closing tight. “None of this is your fault.”

“But he’ll come after her. He will and I won’t let Emily pay the price for me,” she said, my own eyes closing, tucking her under my chin. She wasn’t wrong. A man who killed and tortured omegas for fun wasn’t about to let us go live in peace.

“I’ll watch Emily,” said Tim. I lifted my head the same time Y/N did, both of us turning to look at Tim. He wiped off his hands, tossing his napkin down. “I’m not working right now and I need to do something besides sit on my ass in Montana. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Tim, who knows if we ever find Teddy,” I said, shaking my head. “You just spent the past year protecting Y/N. I’m not making you do that to my daughter too.”

“You’re not making me do anything,” he said, pausing a beat, glancing at Y/N. “You two can pretend you’re just dating all you want but I see you. At the hospital. When Beau got shot in that warehouse. He’s your soulmate and your his. I’d bet my left nut you’re true mates. Someday you’ll make it official but until then, I am going to protect my un-official niece.”

“Tim, you’re not a human meat shield. Your life matters,” Y/N snapped, her whole body rigid against mine. I could feel the wave of anger pouring off of her, a harsh argument ready to unfurl past those soft lips. Tim only smiled at her though, putting a hand on her cheek and kissing her forehead. “Don’t do that. I’m trying to have a serious conversation about how you always think you’re expendable.”

“Of course my life matters. But I will go Ellen Ripley on anyone who messes with my family and that’s not just you anymore. Okay?” Y/N tucked her chin down, nodding against my shoulder. She was still, Tim smiling before he looked up at me.

“She fall asleep?” I whispered, Tim nodding. “How’d she do that so fast?”

“Oh buddy,” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. “You guys just mated for the first time, right? Surprised she woke up at all. Probably smelled you and conked back out.”

“She’s not wrong about Teddy.” He hummed, getting up with a wince, tossing the trash into a bag. “You don’t have to be Emily’s bodyguard. I have officers I can assign. I’m sure you want to get settled into your guys new place, figure things out with Lucy, look at jobs.”

“Beau.” He popped a pill from a prescription bottle into his mouth and swallowed, leaning against the counter top when he finished. “Before this sleep medication kicks in and knocks me out for the next eight hours, let me make this clear. I’m doing this because I want to. Okay?”

“Okay,” I relented. I secured Y/N, soft snores escaping her as I rose. I took a step away from the kitchen, Tim tidying up before going to a closed door nearby. “Barclay.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you sooner. The only reason we’re all alive is because of how smart and strong Y/N is and I know that you are a big part of that. I appreciate that Emily will have an uncle nearby that will show her those things too.” Tim looked away, taking deep breaths. “Y/N’s right you know. Your life matters and I hope you do all of that with Lucy and us.”

“Y/N said I have to go to Thanksgiving at your parents,” he said quietly, not quite looking at me.

“Yup. Offer’s extended to Lucy as well now naturally. Talk it over with her in the morning with her parents.”

“I uh, think we’ll be taking it slow so probably won’t have her there.” I hummed, adjusting Y/N in my arms.

“Well…get in bed before you pass out too. Night.”

“Night,” he said quietly. I carried Y/N back to her bedroom, tucking her under the covers.

“I’ll be right back, omega,” I murmured, kissing her once. She nuzzled into it before curling into a ball, mouth slack jawed. “God, you’re adorable.”

I made sure to turn down the heat in the room and headed out to the kitchen, gathering up the trash and bringing it outside to toss in their bin. Back inside, I locked the door, frowning at it. A door Teddy very likely had a key to. I sighed, looking around and spotting a light gray hoodie on the hook by the door. I pulled it on, surprised by the softness of the fleece inside, a definite upgrade from Tim’s basic white cotton tee and blue flannel pajama pants I had on.

I sent a quick text off to Springs, getting a response that they’d have a two man unit outside within thirty to keep watch for the night. Really I just wanted to crawl into bed with Y/N and burrow my face in my omega’s scent but I’d wait. Tim and Y/N hadn’t packed up anything as of yet it seemed. Blankets were tossed over the back of the couch. Books were on the coffee table. A calendar was still hung to January in the kitchen, scribbles on there about Tim having a intramural hockey game and Y/N going to a play on a Saturday night.

My ears preened when I heard a sharp hiss coming from nearby. Quietly, I cracked the door to Tim’s mostly dark room, a dim light on coming from his dresser in the corner. His back was to me but he wasn’t asleep just yet, his breathing too ragged for that. It felt too cool in his room and I grabbed the large fuzzy gray blanket from the couch, ducking into his room.

“I’m fine, Arlen,” he grumbled. I tossed the blanket over top of him, tucking it in. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I got shot three weeks ago, remember? I know sleeping hurts sometimes,” I said, taking a pillow from the other side of the bed and propping it behind his back. He breathed out slowly, his scent less strained. “Better?”

“Yes, now leave.” I held up my hands, turning his heat on. “Wait.”

I stood by the door, waiting for him to continue. “Teddy might show up tonight.”

“Already on it.”

“Oh. Good. Well aren’t you supposed to be cuddling my sister or some shit then?”

“Such a romantic,” I chuckled. “Goodnight, old man.”

“Night, shit head.” I shut the door softly and then grabbed a notepad, making quick lists for packing tomorrow while I waited for Springs team to show up. It took longer than I wanted to but eventually they were posted outside and I felt comfortable heading to bed. Y/N was warm under the sheets, her body tucking against mine perfectly as I caught a glimpse of the clock showing it was just after midnight.

Things weren’t suddenly perfect. Teddy was still out there. My officers back home were going to feel bad about not knowing about Hoyt. Pop especially would take it hard. There was a risk Teddy would try to attack Tim and turn him again. A chance he’d go after Lucy and Y/N and Emily. Oh god, Emily was going to hate me all over again for having Tim stick with her all the time.

And here I thought last year with that glamping mess and Emily’s kidnapping would be the worst thing we went through.

Y/N shifted in her sleep, a soothing calming spark rushing down my spine. I breathed deeply, closing my eyes. Maybe things were screwed up. Maybe they always would be.

But at least I wasn’t doing it alone anymore.

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A/N: Read Part 8 here!

#beau arlen #beau arlen x reader #beau arlen x you #beau arlen x y/n #beau arlen x female reader #beau arlen fanfiction #big sky #jensen ackles

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ai-the-broccoli · 2 months ago

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at first I thought Light Yagami would NOT make a contract with Kyubey to become a Magical Girl, especially because he is unwilling to make the eye deal in canon, but after pondering it for a while I changed my mind. no, in canon he didn't make Shinigami eye deal. yes, he would make a contract with Kyubey. why do I think this? it's different because the conditions are different.

eye deal with Shinigami: - pros: you get the eyes of a Shinigami, which is useful for Kira. - cons: you get half of your lifespan cut off immediately.

contract with Kyubey: - pros: your wish, no matter what it is, immediately comes true (caveat: the monkey's paw may curl). you gain magic power, a magical girl form, and the ability to fight "evil witches" that spread curses to taint the world. your soul is transferred from your body into your "soul gem" (caveat: some people do not like this at all.), you cannot die from harm done to your body, and your pain tolerance -- when it comes to your body -- increases significantly, you can mute it out (caveat: some people do not like this at all.) - you also now sustain your life on a clean soul gem. - cons: see caveats. aside from that, you now have an extremely high risk job you must fulfil to clean your soul gem (killing Witches), and you may run into conflict with other magical girls over that resource. it's easy to die in such a risky life (you die if the soul gem cracks). oh yes, and of course, you will learn eventually that magical girls die by turning into Witches when their soul gems turn completely black from filth -- the filth is garnered through emotional distress and lack of grief seeds. etc.

(note: you may not know over half of those information when you make the contract, because Kyubey lies by omission -- and only by omission, he doesn't lie otherwise. the info he'll give you at the start is "if you want your wish to come true, make a contract with me and become a magical girl who fight witches that spread curses and evil in the world". then you gradually uncover other stuff. or not, if you die before that)

so. yes. I think Light Yagami WOULD make a contract if it was offered to him, because like:

if he doesn't know about most of the cons -- why wouldn't he? he was offered the opportunity. it's special and it's to rid the world of filth and -- if it's an AU where he has yet to/doesn't gain the Death Note, it is definitely something that seems unusual and exciting enough it may help him rid of his existential boredom -- if he already has the Death Note, the wish thing would definitely help him with his Kira plans. the way Kyubey markets it tends to also push people to agreeing by making it feel like they're being chosen for them, they are the ones with the "potential" to do this, etc.

but wait, considering how Light is, he might also very well ask a lot of questions before he makes the decision. Kyubey doesn't lie aside from omitting things, so it's entirely possible that Light would be able to get a lot more information out of him assuming he's being cautious. it is not impossible to find out about the dangers and possibly even the truth about Witches if he asked enough questions.

even then, I think Light Yagami would ultimately choose to take the deal.

why, though? didn't he refuse to take the eye deal in canon?

there's a difference. in the case of the eye deal, he has to instantly pay a big price. his lifespan would be cut in half and that would be fully certain and determined. he wouldn't be able to scheme, fight, or bargain his way out after that.

on the contrary, the magical girl contract deal is not like that. the only "price" he has to immediately pay to immediately obtain the rewards is to enter a life that is high risk & high return. see the difference here? this one is not set in stone. in fact, with this, it feels more like he is still in control of his lifespan (even though the risk has technically increased, sure).

with Light being someone with pathological faith in his own ability and luck... yeah. imo he has a much higher chance of taking the contract deal with Kyubey than taking the eye deal with Ryuk or other Shinigamis

#unorganized post because low energy etc hope it still makes sense #pmmm #light yagami #death note #analysis #own analysis

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puckslut4thehabs · 15 days ago

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I Know Love | Quinn Hughes AU

5+1 five times jack tried to set quinn and sabrina up, and the one time he didn't have to

1.november 19, 2015

jack hughes had only been living in plymouth, michigan for about three months.

on day one, he met sabrina tate, the school's resident music artist.

literally. she had an album out already.

they connected right away, and the first thing he noticed was of course how beautiful she was, but he couldn't picture them ever being together.

however, he thought she'd be a perfect fit for his older brother, quinn.

"hey, do you want a boyfriend?" jack asked her during math when they were supposed to be working on algebraic equations.

"woah, jack. i don't like you like that." she said. "besides, i have more important things to focus on."

"not me. you know what? nevermind." jack said.

he'd try again eventually.

2.september 6, 2017

jack had been accepted into the usntdp for the 2017-2018 season, just like quinn had before him.

he was walking through the door of school with his new teammates; trevor zegras, cole caufield, and alex turcotte by his side.

he was telling them all about his best friend. yes, the famous singer one. he couldn't wait for them to meet her.

and when he finally introduced them, trevor said those words "is she single?"

"no!" jack yelled, and she even stared at him. "i mean, yes. but not for you. someone else." he tried to cover it up.

she was gonna kill him. quinn was gonna kill him.

he should probably tell quinn about his plan.

3.june 24, 2018

"so, quinn, still no girlfriend?" jack asked quinn after quinn had just been drafted to the vancouver canucks in the 2018 draft.

"no... why?" quinn asked, skeptical.

"i don't know. i just think you and sabrina could maybe be good together." jack said.

"like your best friend sabrina?" quinn asked. but jack noticed the slight blush on his older brother's face.

"just think about it." jack said.

maybe it was working.

4.may 15, 2019

"dude, just tell us the truth. you're in love with sabrina." cole said to jack only a few weeks before high school graduation.

"ew, no. sabrina's like my sister." jack said, cringing.

"you're a terrible liar." alex said, shaking his head.

"no, i'm serious. i don't like sabrina. i've been trying to set her up with quinn for years." jack admitted.

"oh my god. why would that actually work?" cole said.

well, at least someone else saw what he's been seeing, what's been under everyone's noses for so long.

"alright, operation get quinn and sabrina together is a go." trevor said.

"trust me. i've been trying for years." jack deadpanned.

5.december 12, 2023.

jack had given up a few years ago on trying.

especially after she moved to new jersey with him.

he figured if it was meant to happen, it would on its own, and not because he wanted it to.

but he'd also stopped because of the whole media thing.

she was on top of the world with her career, and so was he, which meant the public thought that maybe they were a thing.

he was getting tired of having to say they're just friends.

but maybe, he could try to set her up with quinn one more time.

she was currently at prudential center doing some hockey themed promo shoots for her upcoming album, 'think later'.

"sab, when was the last time you actually went on a date?" jack asked.

in all the years in the public eye, she'd never had a boyfriend.

"uh..." she trailed off. she actually didn't know. she focused on her career more than anything.

"i guess i just haven't found the right person yet." she said when she saw jack's knowing look.

"i mean, i have someone in mind for you. you'd be perfect together." jack said.

she shook her head. "no, thanks, rowdy."

he sighed. guess the universe really was against him and his hopes for his older brother and best friend.

1.january 4, 2024

sabrina was walking down the streets of vancouver.

she was taking some down time after the release of 'think later'.

she had her hood up and her sunglasses on, even though it wasn't necessary for the weather, but because she didn't want anyone to recognize her.

and then she felt someone step into pace beside her.

"i should've known it was you." the familiar voice of quinn hughes said.

she looked over at him. "i've known you for years, brina, you can't hide from me." he said.

"what are you doing here?" he asked.

"i just wanted some time away. some time to myself." she said. "and i don't know, i just found myself here."

"but i have no idea what to do or where i'm going." she admitted after a beat.

quinn smiled, like actually smiled.

"well, lucky for you, your best friend's older brother is not just the captain of the canucks, but an excellent tour guide." he said.

"well, lead the way." she said, laughing a bit.

he hesitated for a second before holding out his hand.

she stopped for a second but then took it, intertwining their fingers as they went on their way.

and it felt right.

maybe jack didn't need to interfere at all.

#sabrina tate au #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey #hockey fanfiction #new jersey devils #jack hughes #sabrina carpenter #tate mcrae #sabrina x quinn

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geraskierfanficprompts · 11 months ago

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Prompt 109

Geralt is a witcher. Cats tend to distance themselves from witchers. Sometimes Geralt wonders what cats are like. So one day he asks. "Cats are lovely. Beautiful little sweethearts." The old woman who owns the inn says to him. "Cats are annoying varmints, always yowling in the middle of the night when they're in heat, they SCREAM their little heads off, can't catch a wink of sleep with them around!" A man passing by him in the market complains, with the anger of someone who has clearly thought about this a lot. "My cat isn't the biggest fan of being touched, but she's a good girl. Catches the mice." "They're evil little hellions, nothing compared to dogs. Don't even like their owners." "I'd like 'em a whole lot more if my way of living wasn't being a fisherman. They climb in at night and steal my best catches." "They're adorable!" "My cat is the cuddliest sweetest snuggliest little kitty to ever live, I think. Nobody will ever love me as much as he loves me." "My friend has a kitten! She already knows to chase the feathers we wave in front of her! I hope she still plays when she grows up." Opinions are varied in the town, but the majority seem to love them. He wants to know what they're like, not if they are liked. He sits down with a friendlier townie one afternoon and asks in detail what cats are like. What's great about them, what's bad about them, what do they like, what do they hate, what can they do, what have they done? The more she describes cats, however, the more Geralt can't help but be reminded of Jaskier. "They're playful. They love making noise and chasing things."

"Geralt, please, can't I play my lute? It's been fourteen whole minutes of SILENCE! Let me play a song!" "Why do you stay?" "Maybe I just like following you, Geralt. It's nice only having to pay for half of everything, after all."

"They're moody little things. Cats will want to cuddle you one second, and be left alone the next, and if you can't read their mind, they'll give you an annoyed little pouty face, as if you were meant to know better!"

"Geralt, do you mind if I...?" "If you what?" "Sit here?" "...My lap?" "That is where I'm sitting, yes. May I?" "...Mm." "Great thanks!~" "Geralt, you pissing idiot! I can't believe you! Don't touch me! Don't even look at me! How could you do something so so so SO stupid!?" "This is my job, Jaskier." "And apparently sewing up your arm is mine!" "I can take care of it." "Oh, I'm meant to just trust the man who went off and got mauled by a werewolf, then?"

"They enjoy a good sleep. Cats nap more than my old man, if you can believe it. They love comfort and luxury."

"Geralt, can't we stay at an inn? It's been so long." "Can we rest? Just for a bit? Pleaaaase? I want a nap. Don't I deserve it?" "Geralt, not to be ungrateful, but I think sleeping on the dirt would be better than this inn. Don't tell me you're making us sleep here. There's probably snakes nesting in the pillows."

"But at the same time, they love the grittiest bits of the outdoors. Chasing rabbits through tunnels, climbing trees after a songbird- My childhood cat used to dive in the swamp to catch frogs."

"Geralt, taking a shortcut through the bog is the easiest way to get to the competition in time! Now hurry along! Either I cross the bog alone, or you come with me!" "Geralt, I went looking for potion ingredients while you were skinning the deer!" "Geralt, are you going to cut the damn thing's head off or what? Wait, darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Let me do it-"

"They sometimes bring you dead critters because they want to feed you. It's oddly very endearing."

"Geralt, I bought you some honey buns!" "I found some lovely cakes, do you want one, Geralt? You haven't eaten at all today." "I- I killed it. It was coming straight for you and I panicked. Am I bleeding? I can't quite tell because of the adrenaline, so am I bleeding or not, Gerelt? Can you tell me? Are YOU bleeding? Did I get it in time?" "I got so many tips last time I played, Geralt, you can get a bigger meal."

"They get themselves into trouble a lot, though. Places they shouldn't be, things they shouldn't touch, things they shouldn't eat."

"Geralt, I didn't mean to cause all of this. I'm sorry." "It's nothing, Jaskier. I'm just glad you're unharmed." "...Um... Geralt? Can you let go of my wrists now?" "Don't. Touch. Anything. The plant's spines are poisonous." "Jaskier, spit it out! SPIT IT OUT! I told you to stop fucking eating things in Yennefer's place" "Then why was it colored like a nice candy?"

"When they're scared or angry, they can make a right mess out of you. Don't let their cuteness fool you, they can do some damage."

"What else was I supposed to do, Geralt?" "Not punch him!" "He said you were a monster!" "I am!" "Do you want me to punch YOU?" "Geralt, I lost my dagger. It was in one of the bandits we chased away." "Geralt, will you teach me how to use a sword? Nothing fancy, just how to kill something."

"But above all, they're loyal, and loving. Ever so lovely. They'd die for you, if you treated them nice enough." "Thank you for telling me. I.. Have to go." Geralt stammers out, racing away to the inn he left Jaskier in. "Oh, hello, Geralt. Did you find a contact?" And Geralt yanks him close, and hugs him. He should try kissing him one of these days. Either way, Geralt won't mourn for the cat he can never have, for he has a Jaskier, and it's close enough.

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #geralt x dandelion #geralt loves his bard!#witcher fanfiction #fanfiction prompts #writing prompts #requited unrequited love #friends to lovers #Jaskier being a little meowmeow (affectionate)#Jaskier being a little meowmeow (derogatory)#Cats canonically hating witchers #rip lmao

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house-on-sand · 8 days ago

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just found out abt the new red hood solo that i will not be reading bc its already pissing me off but oh my GOD it couldve been everything i've been wanting with a possible huntress and red hood team up. that would be INTERESTING not. whatever they're doing. 😔

andnplease dear god i wish they wouldnt try and push a relationship between them even tho i know they're going to bc god forbid helena be freed from the bats ever and god forbid jason have his own love interests that are interesting OR better yet NO love interest. aroace jason PLEASE i want that

😔😔😔😔 im so sorry in advance 2 helena bertinelli for whatever bullshit dc is abt to put her through and i sincerely wish theyd kill jason again for a bit. so they can think about their actions before trying to write him again and doing a shit job at it.

ALSO why does jason always look so OLD like i Get Why sometimes bc its easier to accept his actions if he looks like a grown ass man and not like hes in his early twenties or in utrh where hes like 19 but he looks 30 or so in the art a lot of the time. its easier for people i think if they see him like that bc then hes not a semi sympathetic character which is the exact opposite that dc wants him to be.

plus like it makes the gap in their ages not as obvious so no one's gonna like be potentially weirded out by that fact (even if its not a huge gap and they're both adults or whatever it can still be Weird and like maturity wise i do not think they're on the same level at all)

and thats not my only problem bc what the FUCK

you think jason "FUCK THE POLICE" todd is gonna leave HIS city to find someone that killed a cop? you think jason "used you look like a cop as an insult" todd is gonna give a SHIT? he kind of notoriously stands for people that the police dont give a shit about like his whole. thing with his neighborhood and shit is bc batman & the police arent doing SHIT for it.

HIS BROODING HOTNESS IS A CORE ASPECT OF HIA CHARACTER I AM BLOWIMG YOU UP WITJ MY MINDDDDD FUCKK this is PISSING ME OFF FUCK hate this hate how dc is always reducing jason to SHIT characteristics as if hes not interesting when they let him be at his full potential and i just hatehatehate them considering his HOTNESS? as a core aspect of who he is bc its NOT talk about how hes INTELLIGENT hes STRATEGIC how he DOES NOT kill without a reason and i swear to CHRIST if thats part of this series i am going to lose my mindddd he doesnt mindlessly kill people and he doesnt do it because he likes it or he feels nothing about it hes literally had breakdowns after killing someone and he's SAID that the people he kills were for a reason

this is NOT the story that jason todd fans have been waiting for who are you talking tooooo

hate that this is gonna be the second series that bastardizes jason's character and i hate that helena bertinelli cannot be freeed from the bullshit she doesnt deserve this. not when this series could've been so cool if it explored how they are similar but have different motivations n different lines in the sand but they both DO canonically care about children and try to protect them and how that could be something to explore just. them actually exploring what it means to be stuck in batman's shadow no matter if you are or aren't part of the batfamily bc hes Everywhere and sticks his nose in Everything so even if you dont give a shit about him he's still there and trying to be controlling or criticizing

AND JUST? how both of them have valid criticisms of batman and his methods and where hes failed and how they've both lost family n things that are important to them nd how that motivated them. also i think it would be amazing if they could just be haters together i think they could match each others hater energy i really do

alright im done for right now but know i am so peeved abt this and this further cements that i am Taking jason away from dc. he's mine now.

#personal post #levi's comicposting

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kiss me before i lose my mind

pairing: luka couffaine x gn!reader

summary: luka knows he really shouldn't kiss you in public, to keep your relationship a secret. but he just can't keep his hands off you...

tags: secret relationship, mari crushing on luka & adrien crushing on reader, almost caught kissing, use of y/n, kissing, luka is a bad liar, luka is so in love with reader, dancing (reader & adrien)

seeing you smile at him like this but being unable to hold you close and kiss you was absolutely killing luka.

but you and luka had decided to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, ever since the two of you got together a few weeks ago. after all, making your relationship public would only end up hurting someone. everyone knew that marinette had a thing for luka, as well as that adrien had a little crush on you as well. those two were your friends and you really didn't want to hurt them by making out in front of them, but it was getting harder and harder as time went by to keep your relationship a secret.

the two of you were currently at a party that rose was hosting, having arrived there separately, only to find your way towards each other once everyone had arrived. despite trying to keep it hidden, you still couldn't stay away from each other. and keeping your hands to yourself was just as hard, if not harder…

"please, stop smiling at me like that. i'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that…"

luka's eyes went back and forth between you and the dancefloor, where all of his friends were dancing together. despite having found a more secluded spot, he was sure someone would notice if he'd kiss you right now. though he really couldn't keep away from you for long…

"luka… i always smile like that"

you replied amused, gently resting a hand on your boyfriend's cheek, only for him to remove it and take your hand into his own.

"then i guess i never realized how pretty you look…" luka leaned in a bit. "i really, really want to kiss you right now…"

you could feel his breath against your lips and the loud music in the background. yet somehow, luka's breathing sounded so much louder than the music, as he tried to control himself and stop himself from pulling you into a kiss.

"and the others? if they see us, they–"

"would it be selfish if i said i don't care anymore…? i know they're our friends, but… as our friends, they should be happy for us! and nothing would make me happier than kissing you already…"

luka was barely holding himself back anymore. his lips shaking with anticipation, just waiting to finally meet yours.

"just one kiss, alright?"

you both know that it wouldn't stay at just one. but luka mumbled a quick "sure" out, before pressing his lips onto yours, his hands finding their way onto your hips and pulling you closer. you closed your eyes, immersing yourself into the moment. after a few seconds, luka pulled away for a quick second to gasp for air, only to press his lips onto yours for a second and then third kiss.

you only pulled away from each other when you heard someone approach, a familiar voice calling out to the two of you.

"is everything okay…?"

you quickly pulled away from each other. luka towered over you, covering adrien's view of you, which led to the model only getting a good view of luka's back.

you stared into luka's eyes for a moment, a panicked look on both of your faces, before you put on a smile and turned around to face your friend.

"yeah, all good here!" luka smiled, trying to look as calm as he always did. "i just… got my necklace entangled in their clothes… you know how it is!"

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to grin after that awful lie luka told. and yet, adrien seemed to buy it.

"oh, i see! then, if you don't mind, would you like to dance with me, y/n..?"

you turned to luka for a moment, almost as if asking for his permission. though in the end, you knew you had no reason to refuse adrien's request.

"sure, i'd love to!" you replied and the blonde boy's face lit up. "we'll talk again later then, luka~!"

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chronicsydspams · 2 months ago

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no one wants to hear this, but I'm gonna say it anyway:

The problem isn't the show, the problem Is and always Has Been The Fans.

Back in 2020 there was Huge backlash against TLOU2 Mainly about Abby. people were mad she was buff, people were mad she was left in mystery and seemingly killed Joel for no reason, people were mad you played as her and learned her motivations as to Why she killed Joel in the first place, and they were mad about her character arc with Lev being similar to Joel's in the first game. They were mad about this, mad about that.

So what does Neil, Craig and the show do to change this? They introduce Abby right away, make her motivations for killing Joel known right away, and is no longer buff.

What is the response? people are mad she's no longer buff, people are mad her story is no longer a mystery, people are mad they don't get to know her reasonings as the story plays out. they are mad about this, mad about that.

you Can't have your cake and eat it to. you can't say "I hated how it was" and then say "no wait i wanted it how it was"

"People can grow and change you know?" yeah, sure, no arguing with that. But Unfortunately that does not erase the DAMAGE you all have caused not only on this game, the creators and Most Importantly the Actors up to and INCLUDING sending DEATH THRETS to Laura and her son. because you all were So upset with how the story was told and for the LIFE of you can't seem to separate fictional characters from Real Fucking People.

and this goes for Laura, Bella and now Kaitlyn. because Abby is FICTIONAL, Joel is FICTIONAL, Ellie is FICTIONAL. but Laura, Bella and Kaitlyn are NOT and are on the receiving end of some of the most hateful, insensitive, derogatory shit I've seen in recent years (and that's coming from someone who still participates in the Star Wars fandom).

I've already addressed that certain changes need to be made when adapting stories into different mediums like game->show or book->movie or whatever so that the fluidity fits better with that specific medium but when it comes to changes like This specifically, at the end of the day it's your own damn fault that they had to be made. but it seems that you will never be satisfied with this content enough to enjoy it huh?

"They've lost the plot!" what? because your eye candy got killed so early? if you go back to TLOU2, Joel dies in like the first HOUR of gameplay, that's basically the prologue. so they weren't going to drag out and add in nonsensical filler for Pedro to stay longer (minus the flashback scenes). the Main Story is about Ellie and Abby. That's who they're going to be focusing on (maybe a bit of Tommy in there but that depends if they give Tommy a pov that they didn't in the game... but who knows?)

realistically, the only thing you lot could do is just pretend that the first game is the only thing in this franchise because that's the only thing you seem to like. Because Bitching at the top of your lungs ISN'T going to change Bella Ramsey's role as Ellie. It Just Isn't. just about everything has been shot, edited, etc. and they're ESPECIALLY not going to recast them for S3 because from the looks of it Seasons 2&3 are just splitting the narrative of TLOU2 because there's just SO much story they have to tell with that game. so they're not going to show the first half of TLOU2 and midway though go "oh here's this new actor that's Totally Ellie guys! Bella's not here anymore!" like at LEAST be realistic. Christ it's like I'm talking to a bunch of toddlers here.

#the last of us show #hbo the last of us #the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #abby anderson #joel miller #bella ramsey #kaitlyn dever #laura bailey #you all are pathetic #and the issue was you the whole time #im frustrated #im not pretending the show is perfect #but you are all whining about nonsensical shit #no they're not going to recast Bella Ramsey #GET OVER IT

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hii omg i love your hannibal content - especially your takes on will i swear you understand him the most ever !! <3 i was just wonderingggg (im sorry this is dark) what do you think wills reaction would be if hannibal died a few years post fall?? im interested in your vision honestly haha

okay oh my god i had to sit down and turn my pc on for this

warning for death, emetophobia, suicidal ideation

i think the responses would vary slightly depending on his cause of death. i think the most realistic for them would be hannibal falling ill. they're not sure what it is. an infection, something autoimmune. hannibal's always been attentive to their health, but whatever it is, it slips under their radar. will tries everything, he waits on him hand and foot, the whole world stops. the medications don't help, the check-ups lead to nothing new. hannibal speaks often of god's cruelty, rapsy with chapped lips and burning skin. he doesn't seem troubled. it's almost like he's been waiting for it–the clock ticking down since he was eight, the other shoe about to drop. will tries not to beg, tries not to bargain.

every moment with him, reading his books out to him in broken french, cajun accented and ugly on his tongue. basic meals that will toughens out, burning the fish and the underside of the pan with how often he zones out, body tingling with unreality. for so long, will thought hannibal near invulnerable. they survived a fatal fall, outran the fbi, nothing could touch them. and here they are, hannibal sickly and thin, stag-like and small. he tries not to weep.

when he dies, it's not grand, not beautiful. will has his head on hannibal's chest, hears the broken whisper of mischa's name, and quietly, almost like it fears impoliteness, the beat of hannibal's heart stills under his ear. he doesn't move. he doesn't sob. he just lays on hannibal, and waits to die with him. waits for his heart to stutter and explode in his chest. for them to die together, for their bodies to rot in this house until someone finds them, decomposing and growing into each other. to finally be united as one. it doesn't come. it never comes

the next few days feel like forever. he doesnt leave the room. he doesn't move, just lays in bed with hannibal. relishes every twitch of his body in rigor mortis, holds him until he's frigid cold to the touch, caressing his bone white knuckles. he lays with him until the smell is unbearable, the decomposing meat sweet and pungent. will hunches over and vomits roughly on the hardwood floor, all foam and stomach acid. it wakes him out of his stupor, dizzy and nauseous.

hannibal hated waste. he would hate to rot away in this bed, purposeless and empty. hannibal was so, so beautiful, and he deserved to be part of the world's endless beauty. he, in death, deserves to be elevated to even more.

he uses every part of hannibal. stitches his hair into his fishing lures, soap and candles out of his fat, lathering himself in hannibal, warmed and alight at night with his burning flesh. carved the bone of his annulary into a ring that he wears on his own. they hadn't gotten married yet, will was going to propose this year. he was already hannibal's, and hannibal was his.

he buries the rest of hannibal in the backyard the way he did his childhood dog. he uses him as compost for the garden they always planned to start. he starts studying hannibal's recipes, tastes the vegetables like hannibal's organs, plump and raw on his tongue. hannibal spoken once, broken and with a smile, about will eating him. will wouldn't listen then, and he waited too long now. with their garden, hannibal could be in every meal will has for as long as he can maintain it.

will still kills, but not as often now. him and hannibal had different ideas of rudeness, of righteousness. there wasn't much need to compromise anymore, and it wasn't the same without him. killing was a form of intimacy, of retribution. it feels horribly lonely without his company. he wonders how hannibal stomached doing it like this for so long. now that he knew what killing was like together, everything paled in comparsion.

he kills and elevates, brings beauty to the world when hannibal cannot. at times though, he is wrought with anger, impulsivity. he'll hear a nasty word, a privileged scoff, an underhanded comment on the sick and the dying. things that remind him of hannibal, the ungratefulness, the disgusting spouts out of the mouths of those who no clue what it's like to lose. sometimes he drags them by their hair, beats their face until their skulls cave in. he shudders at the sight, destruction so extreme there's nothing to harvest. hannibal keeps finding new ways to change him, to make him weak, even in death. it almost makes him happy.

he wonders a lot of things about hannibal. questions he never asked, things he wasn't certain of. despite the years, they were slow, and gentle. there wasn't any need to rush into things. they had their whole lives to get to know each other. that's what he told himself. he looks into his family, studies the books he read, his jotted notes and underlines. he relearns loving hannibal, grows to understand him without him there.

the community is nice where they've settled. it's kind, close-knit. they usually had to make their way into the city to find anyone rude enough for their tastes. he volunteers, frequents the libraries and holiday celebrations. they're so sorry for his loss, always sorry. he wears hannibal's clothes out, smells the collar when he feels socially awkward, nervous. he's there, hes with him. he fidgets the bone ring on his finger to soothe himself, akin to how he used to stroke his thumb along hannibal's smooth skin, gentle caresses in public and in bed.

most of all, will starts going to church again. not to pray, or worship. not to beg for hannibal back, demand answers for god's cruelty. he knows why. god is cruel because it feels good. he goes to show him. an insult to him and all he takes away. he stands in the pews and stares into the eyes of christ. will lives and he shows god every way that he defies him.

he never dates again. its not even a thought. he's asked out every now and then, once enough time as passed. they say he's widowed, he's not. will is hannibal's, always. he lives, he grows. he takes care of himself, follows his passions and pursuits. he thinks of death often, but continues on, knowing hannibal would take endless grief in will wasting his life, his beautiful mind blown a hole through with the shotgun under the bed. will has no faith in death to be anything at all, no belief that god would be kind enough to allow will to see hannibal once more. he lives, and he keeps living. but he is displaced, empty. never truly satisfied, never truly happy. and how could he be? he is but one half of a man, after all

#i hope youre happy because this made me so fucking sad #i actually need to go suck my own thunb or something im sk fucking NOOOO #OH GOD I DONT EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT THIS ANYMKRE JUST TAKE IT #im sorry if the stuff about the human body is unrealistic #i have unfortunately no experience in using human remains to make fun projects so. ??! thats what you get #i don't know if this is ooc tbh im sorry if it is #but i genuinely cannot conceptualize ever being anything akin to alive or human after the death of my love #and i do think after everything theyve been through hannibal just. dying. it would be unimaginable #i think part of him would just die forever #why did you send me this ask why do you hate me #(in all seriousness i am.genijnely so happy i got an ask about my thoughts THANK YOU GREAAAAAAGGHHHHHH)#(I UNDERSTAND WILL THE MOST EVER!!!!!!!!!! OH MY!!!!! PRAISE THAT WILL GET PINNED OHNMY WALL!!!!)#i hope this is alright!!! i may have gotten carried away but alas. kicks rock #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #post fall hannigram #hannibal headcanons #i dont know what else to tag just take this thing away from me atp #im going to go cry or something #crescent callings #charlieog

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Omgggg my ask got cut off and I didn't see it, I'm the anon that was misled by the incest allegations 😭

The moment a was about to list of what I enjoyed about the game too! I was going to say one of my favorite things about the game is Crowny, I love how they are defined to an extent, I prefer non blank slate protagonists because I believe they're fun to write and read (so far the only blank Mc I enjoyed was from tally ho, the ones from cake and ale is more of an airhead), I love seeing Crowny interact with the world on their own (to the point I was sad when the other 3 would show up lol) it's really cool see them grow, I know people have complained, but I do not think people understand how damaging being coddled your whole life is, and I know loved doing the small little things like lying in your resume, trying to decide your college, learning how to drive and almost killing yourself and you bro, all the regular things we do as teens, I'm very proud of them, specially when they stand up for themselves on the last chapter when all the other characters were fighting and they bring up to light how they just got publicly humiliated, I just love how mcs are their own person too regardless of what others think and Crowny is very unique, you shared a gif from the new Dracula movie and it fits very well with the story, in another tome Crowny would be seen differently be it as attractive as people love to ask or spiritually, by alas. I don't know if I'm making sense since English is not my first language. I was also so into their character study I forgot to romance anyone lol, I tried overcoming all my bias to romance Lorcan, (he's, blonde and your sisters ex, so that was..) but then I discovered he was a bottom and into the friendzone(not yet, but THEY WILL BE FRIENDS)he was thrown, then I tried Imre who I at first thought was blackmailing Lorcan into working with him (idk the two of them are suspicious and I have a theory they're working together idk to bring Orla back, at least Lorcan), and HE'S SUCH A CREEP, fake ass bitch, I love him your honor, it's so funny how Crowny sees tru his bullshit, but also their romantic interactions are so charged and funny, he goes to make a move and the Mc is like lemme get out of the car and he locks the door, which is creepy, but he gets that pretty privilege, he gets horny after seeing Crowny humiliated and decides it's tiddy suckling hour, meanwhile Crowny is getting ready for a fist fight, their intaractions are so funny AND NOW DUM DUM DUM Nia!!! I understand both sides, they're teenagers and relationships are complicated, you cannot expect someone to always be there for you and give nothing back, but you cannot also wait for someone to read your mind when you're unhappy in a relationship (friendships are relationships), you can love someone, but decide it's too much for you to carry all the burden (and it's another layer if your Mc is a guy or white too, because black women are put into a double caretaker role), it's also really funny how Nia and Crowny are both not amused by the others interactions with Imre, what are you doing with my bff kind of think teenagers have, but also bitches just talk!!(I wonder if Imre finds it amusing) and I have more to say about the town and other characters, but this is already big enough and probably not very interesting bc other people have such insightful thoughts that are not a brainvomit like mine, anyway that'd all thanks for reading all that💐❤️

*opens the door of the prison cell*

Honestly I loved the library scene because they’ve never done that before. Never in their life have they complained to anyone about what they’ve endured and so it felt liberating in a way

He’s blond😭😭 true that is a mark against him. Blond men are known to be evil

Tiddy sucking hour oh my

You’re right it is another layer if Crowny is white and/or a man. Interesting 🤔✍️

Honestly I accept brain rot vomit it’s nice to see how others see the story

#ramble #analysis #reader love #wwc

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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader

chapter fourteen

Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she’s expecting.

a/n: I'm back to posting semi-regularly, yay! Not sure when the next chapter will be finished because of the holidays but hopefully it'll be within the next week or so! This one is a little on the shorter side, but the next several will be longer I think! (Since I haven't actually written them--but I have plans and they're lengthy.)

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“Oh man,” Martinez groaned as his eyes flicked from Alfred, to her, to the picture, and back again. He gulped audibly. Next to him, Blake the security guard was white as a sheet. “Gordon’s gonna kill me.”

“Gordon’s gonna kill me,” Martinez said for the twentieth time as y/n poured him a cup of coffee to replace the one that was currently still on the foyer floor. “I was supposed to be the one paying attention. I was the one he trusted.” Which, he informed her after maybe the fourth “Gordon’s gonna kill me,” that meant he was Gordon’s most trusted on her security team. He was one who was secretly supposed to make sure no one else was compromised.

“Martinez,” y/n said for the nineteenth time. “No he isn’t. You were doing your job. You already said you didn’t leave, or fall asleep, or take a call. In fact, you did your job so well you ignored my offer of coffee.” She held out the new mug.

Martinez was still nervously mangling the hat of his uniform. He was completely ignoring her reassurances. He went still after a second, then turned eyes that were twice as frightened to her. “Man, Mr. Wayne’s gonna be so mad too, isn’t he? This is his house.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “I’ll handle Bruce. And besides–Alfred’s more in charge than he is, and he already agreed it wasn’t your fault.” Alfred had met Gordon downstairs a few minutes earlier. The elevator and entire lobby had been turned into a crime scene. Martinez and y/n were waiting to give their statements.

Easing Martinez’s fears was much easier than facing her own. It was easy to focus on him and nothing else. Because in the short half hour since she’d first found the picture, each bit of new information was worse than the last. No one on the security detail had been harmed, bribed, or had even moved. The security cameras had been turned off for only ten minutes. Which all meant that someone had enough access to Wayne Tower and its security to get past everything extra that had been set up.

They wanted her to know that they could get to her.

And they were drawing it out. Instead of grabbing her, they were making her wait. Making her scared.

Y/n focused again on the nervous cop in front of her, who was still bemoaning the fact that everyone was going to be mad at him.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to be mad at you,” she snapped. There was a headache blooming between her eyes.

Martinez quieted, looking like a kicked puppy with a mustache. “Jesus, I’m so sorry, y/n. If I can make it up to you at all–”

“Just drink your coffee, okay? No one blames you.” Y/n took a sip of her coffee. Her hands were still shaking, and some of the liquid spilled over as she set the cup back down. Damn, she was wasting a lot of coffee in one night.

She startled when a warm hand landed atop hers. She looked up and met Martinez’s soft gaze. He didn’t say anything else, but his presence was enough to steady her.

“I’m so glad they didn’t shoot you,” she said after a moment.

They shared a grin. “Hell, me too.”

An awareness prickled along y/n’s spine.

She looked up, and there was Bruce.

His hair was stuck to his forehead and his shirt was on inside out. Her stomach swooped. There really only seemed to be one possibility from those two clues, plus the fact that he hadn’t been home.

Jealousy and shame spread like hot oil through her stomach.

Bruce looked…angry. His eyes were twin blue flames where they stayed locked on Martinez’s hand atop hers.

Martinez scrambled to his feet as if the king of fucking England had just walked in. More coffee spilled as he bumped the table. Y/n half expected him to bow for Bruce. She rolled her eyes.

“Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry, I swear I was paying attention, I–”

Bruce’s eyes went cold. “And you are?”

“Officer Martinez, we actually met back–”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed. It was her turn to jump to her feet. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said to Bruce.

Martinez flinched. Bruce calmly glanced her way then went back to glaring at Martinez.

“When the security of my home has been compromised due to incompetence–” Bruce said, still calm despite the obvious fury in his eyes.

Y/n cut him off. “Oh shut up. Stop talking to him like that. It wasn’t his fault!”

Bruce’s eyes flashed. “Well, it was certainly someone’s.”

“Maybe it was yours, then.” The words rose within her on a tide of anger. God, her life had been threatened again, and he had the nerve to come home from fucking his girlfriend and act like a dick to her friend? “I mean, you’ve been letting the rest of the tower go to shit for years, makes sense that maybe security is a little lax. Especially if you don’t even give enough of a shit to ever be here.”

They were almost toe to toe now, both breathing heavily. From the corner of her eye, she saw Martinez freeze in place, mouth open in shock.

“I give too much of a shit, y/n. If your little boyfriend hadn’t been distracted–”

Oh, y/n thought. Bruce thought Martinez was her boyfriend. And okay, maybe it looked like that, but Martinez actually had a great girlfriend who was in a group chat with them where they all sent memes to each other. She and Martinez wanted to set up a double date with her cousin and y/n.

The realization made the anger ebb, but then she was pissed off all over again.

“What gives you the right to act like this?” she spat at Bruce. He was so much taller than her that her neck was starting to ache from glaring up at him. “After what you did, after what you said, you’re acting like you have any right to one, be involved in my personal life at all or two, be jealous!”

Bruce flinched. Just like the first time it had happened two days ago, it didn’t feel as good as she thought it would.

“Um,” Martinez said in the echoing silence. “We’re actually just friends and I–I’m going to go give my statement now?”

Y/n barely noticed him leaving.

She was so sick of being so afraid, so heartbroken, so…everything.

“You’re going to apologize to him whether he’s just my friend or not,” she said, poking Bruce in the chest. He winced and tried to mask it by looking away. “I already told you, Bruce. I lost you three years ago. Stop acting like that didn’t fucking happen, because it did.”

Bruce’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Now he wasn’t looking her in the eye at all. “I didn’t mean–”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, yes you did.” But the words were bereft of the anger that had been present only moments before. She took a deep breath and a step backwards. “I’m just–sick of pretending things are the same, okay? I know you want to go all protective-best-friend thinking Martinez is my boyfriend or that he put me in danger but–I can’t just–Things aren’t–” Suddenly words were failing her. “It’s just not the same, okay?”

She watched as Bruce softened, too. “Y/n, I’m sorry, I–”

“Why did Martinez just run out of here like a bomb went off?” Gordon’s voice cut across whatever Bruce had been about to say.

“Mommy and Daddy were fighting,” y/n said drily, her defense mechanism of humor kicking in. Bruce made a choking noise. “Find anything useful? Like maybe Frank Gallo?”

She could almost hear Gordon’s teeth grinding from across the room. “No.”

“Bruce,” Alfred said from behind Gordon. “We have some things to discuss.”

Bruce gave her one last glance before following Alfred out.

Alone with Gordon now, y/n sank into her chair with a long sigh. She stared at the little coffee spills as if they had personally offended her. “If I spill any more coffee tonight I might kill someone.”

“Now that would be a sight. Looked like you were about to do Mr. Wayne in already.” Gordon chuckled and took the seat across from her. He flipped open a small notebook.

“I’m still not opposed to smothering him in his sleep,” she muttered. “Arrest me if you have to.”

“How about I get your statement instead?”

It didn’t take long. She was basically a pro at giving statements to the police at this point. When she was done, she said, “I’m so…tired of giving statements to the police.”

Gordon regarded her with sharp eyes that didn’t miss anything. “We’re doing everything we can, y/n,” he said softly.

“I know, I know. It’s just–getting shot at was scary and all, but this is my home.” Her voice cracked. She ducked her head and fiddled with her coffee mug so Gordon wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “They’re telling me they can get to me here, too. Where I’m supposed to be safe.”

“I understand completely. We’ll get him. We’ll get them. I have a feeling he might show up on our doorstep sooner rather than later, with something bat-shaped pinned to him and a couple of black eyes and broken bones.” Gordon smirked. Y/n frowned as she realized she hadn’t seen Batman at all. Had he been downstairs? Maybe Bruce hadn’t wanted him to come upstairs. Her frown deepened. “Now, you’re going to have to help me convince Officer Martinez not to sleep in the elevator tonight. Or right outside your door. He’s pretty upset.”

“I’m surprised he still wants to hang around, considering how much of a dick Bruce was,” y/n said under her breath. “But I’ll do my best.”

Martinez took a lot of convincing, but eventually relented and went home to his girlfriend. He made y/n put a chair under her bedroom door handle first, though.

Bruce hadn’t reappeared by the time y/n went to bed.

She laid down, the words of their argument–or whatever the hell that had been–replaying on a loop. Being around him made her feelings go haywire. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so angry at him. The heartbreak of three years ago had taken over her life and she had to admit that the anger felt…almost good. Cathartic. But it also made her feel out of control. She didn’t feel like herself. Being mad at Bruce went against years of instincts. She was used to defending him, or him defending her, to being on the same team together.

She was still wide awake as dawn broke over the sky hours later.

Another thought kept turning over and over in her mind. Frank Gallo–or someone he had hired–had gotten into her home. Her very, very secure home.

She had been afraid before, but it was nothing like this. Her safe haven had been…sullied. They knew who she was, where she lived, and had basically said right to her face that not even Bruce Wayne’s money and power could keep her safe.

Added all together, y/n’s mind simply would not shut off in order for her to sleep.

It occurred to her again that she hadn’t seen Batman at all–had Gordon updated him on what happened? Because he had been in that photo, too. He had kept her alive, which she was certain had pissed off the Gallos. Was he a target? Maybe the picture of them together was a threat to both of them, but only given to her since they knew where she lived.

When she rolled over, her eyes caught on all of her research piled on the opposite side of the bed. Her eyes snagged on those three words: white knight syndrome.

She bet she had her answer about any possible feelings he might have. Even if he had shown up, he hadn’t tried to contact her, to see her, nothing. He was probably sick of having to keep her alive. He was probably leaving it up to Gordon and the police department now.

Despite everyone who was trying hard to keep her alive, y/n felt utterly alone.

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