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pillow-princess-diaries · 7 months

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𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊! 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: your boyfriend has a dark secret; and now the cat’s out if the bag.

Pairing: Serial-Killer-Chuuya! X Fem!reader

Tw: murder?? Kinda graphic gore i think? Blood, cunnilingus, safe sex, use of a ribbed condom,dirty talk (psycho is used) after care! (Pls lmk if i missed anything!)

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: Hi There!! Here’s a little chuuya piece because this man lives in my head rent-fuxking-free! Thank you to @chuuyassluttychoker @falloutjuli and @sapphic-serenade for feedback🥰 ilyall frr

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Serial killer chuuya! Who was fully in love with you the moment he saw you

Serial killer chuuya! Who carves out love notes to you across the flesh of his victims

Serial killer chuuya! Who lives out his darkest fantasies with his victims,who imagines you watching as he kills the people who so much as inconvenience you

Serial killer chuuya! Who loves the feeling of holding a life in the palm of his hands and snuffing it out just as easily,but could never even fathom hurting you.

Serial killer chuuya! Who wants you by his side as he kills,he’ll teach u to hold a knife and shoot a gun,he just wants you by his side when he’s at his highest.

Serial killer chuuya! Who treats you like you’re an angel and practically worships the ground you walk on,who’s so devoted to you that if you asked him to kill himself,he would.

Serial killer chuuya! Who tries to keep his clothes clean,to ease your conscience and not raise suspicion. He loves you and would never want you to worry or stress. Perfection is what you deserve, and so a perfect boyfriend is what he’ll be!

Serial killer chuuya! Who goes absolute apeshit on the man who harassed you when you were out with your girlfriends. That bastard thinks he can mess with his doll????? His princess??? Not while he has any say in it!

Serial killer chuuya! Who slowly disects the man antemortem so he feels every second of it,images of your tortured and broken body and blood curdling screams for help driving his anger,ofc none of that happened,but he’s such an over-thinker when it comes to you that the worst case scenarios cross his mind.

Serial killer chuuya! Who enters a sort of trance as he literally rips the man to shreds,he isnt in the alleyway anymore,he’s in a dark room and your beaten and dead body is beside him.your screams for help,for him, playing in his mind like a broken record. How could he let this happen?

Serial killer chuuya! Who cuts the mans chest open and gently pulls at his heart. Who makes sure his victim is still just conscience enough to feel it before he rips the bastard’s heart from his chest,crushing it in his palm and getting blood everywhere.

Serial killer chuuya! Who looks over at your dead body and rushes to you,the blood of your killer now staining your face as he holds you,cradling you in his arms.

Serial killer chuuya! Who lets out the most blood curdling scream of sorrow,melancholy and grief ever heard to mankind,who rocks back and forth and hold you close,his angel now gone back to her kind.

Serial killer chuuya! Who’s broken out of his trance when he feels a hand on his cheek and hears a voice in his ear.

Serial killer chuuya! Who looks up to see you,alive.He’s not in the dark room and you’re not dead.

Serial killer chuuya! Who notices the look of concern in your eyes and then remembers what he was doing,who instantly goes into a panic and starts making excuses just to be silenced by your, “chuu,are you okay?”

Serial killer chuuya! who stands up and pulls you into a kiss,which you eagerly return. Who finally gathers his bearings before saying, “i-i- can explain.”

Serial killer chuuya! Who is caught off guard when you hold his cheek and tell him it’s okay,That you’ve known for a while and dont mind.

Serial killer chuuya!who asks you how you could love a ‘monster’ like him,and almosts melts when you reply, “well,every beast needs his beauty”

Serial killer chuuya! Who picks you up and practically flies you to your shared apartment before entering via the window and then promptly throwing you onto the plush mattress.

Serial killer chuuya! Who answers your puzzles look with a simple “gotta treat my girl for bein’ so good to me,tonight it’s you I’m making scream, angel”

Serial killer chuuya! Who quickly discards his clothes before climbing onto the bed,still covered in blood,ready to fuck you senseless;who looks up at you from his place between your legs for permission,he’d never do anything you didnt want him to!

Serial killer chuuya! Who,the moment he registers your little nod,dives into your pussy,laughing as he notices just how wet you’d become.

Serial killer chuuya! who says,nose against your folds, “looks like my angel’s just as fucked up as me~ did seeing me murdering that bastard turn you on you fuckin psycho”

Serial killer chuuya! Who doesn’t wait for you to answer before he dives back in,his tongue snaking up your wet pussy,lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit,abusing the little nub with how hard he’s going

Serial killer chuuya! who makes you cum just with that,and taking all your slick in without hesitation,when he looks up at you, your release is dribbling down his chin and the lower half of his face is a mess! But you’d be damned if the sight didnt make you moan.

Serial killer chuuya! Who climbs up on top of you,his bloody fingers lifting your clothes up off your body before he feels you up,cupping your tits and gettin blood all over you.

Serial killer chuuya! Who looks down at his leaky shaft and smirks as he rubs his tip along your folds,teasing you,until you BEG

Serial killer chuuya! Who lets you beg for a second before thrusting into your wet hole,who relishes in the feeling of you squeezing his cock and hearing Your sweet whines and moans as he goes deeper and deeper till he’s balls deep,buried to the hilt.

Serial killer chuuya! Who locks you in a mating press,watching as your eyes screw shut,as you moan his name and as your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts.

Serial killer chuuya! Who pulls out just to rut right back into you and pulls out momentarily again to put on a ribbed condom. He isn’t gonna be irresponsible just because he’s horny!

Serial killer chuuya! Who slowly inserts himself back in before fucking you senseless, the speed of his thrusts,combined with the texture of the condom and his expert directing of said thrusts,making you see stars and taking away your ability to speak.

Serial killer chuuya! Who makes you cum a minimum of 4 times before even considering stopping, he’s cum just as much and while you’d love to feel his hot,sticky release coating your walls,he cant risk you getting pregnant, not when he is the way he is.

Serial killer chuuya! Who finally pulls out for the last time and discards the condom before picking you up,bridal style and carrying you to your bathtub,running a bath for you with all your favorite bath-bombs,aroma oils and soaps.

Serial killer chuuya! who washes both you and himseld clean,the water turning a rusty red as you’re both cleansed of the evidence of his crimes.

Serial killer chuuya! who gently dries your hair and body before doing his own and giving you your favorite t-shirt of his.He get’s into his shorts and sleep shirt, changing the sheets to some fresh new ones before laying you down and climbing in beside you,spooning you and snuggling close.

Serial killer chuuya! Who buries his face in the crook of your neck,leaving little butterfly kisses and whispering how you’re too good for him and how he’ll never EVER let anyone hurt you.

Serial killer chuuya! Who can kill like it’s his passion and torture like it’s a game,but who could never hurt you even if he tried and who’d sell his soul to see you happy.

Serial killer chuuya! Who love’s you like a song,keeps you like an oath and is the beast to your beauty.

And finally, serial killer chuuya! Who hopes that just like in the story,you’ll be the one to break his curse, and free him of his sins.

Tag List: @sapphic-serenade @diagonal-queen

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mikodrawnnarratives · 7 months

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TW (IMPLIED) CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(not graphic blood but I'll still tag it just in case)

@naffeclipse

Might want to turn up your brightness for this one fellas

This is Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

(might end up being three parts actually lol)

(my script is like 3-4 pages long so....)

Long post under the cut

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

This comic stems from my need for them to have a satisfying conclusion OKAY

I mean it's bittersweet but at least they make up (to a degree)

Explanation below (kind of spoiling next part) (kindof almost not really idk):

After being dangerously injured by a cryptid, Vanessa managed to contact the one person she wished she could have said goodbye to the most.

I'll explain more about why Vanessa is the way she is in the next part but without spoiling, Vanessa has grown a little since the last time she saw y/n. That, in combination with the fact she's bleeding out and taking on the mentality "fuck it why not", has led her to this decision.

This comic kinda goes off of the idea she gets an inkling of doubt in her mind about whether y/n is still "alive".

The next part will go into it more but that doubt mixed with her resolve leads her to at least try.

She tries to call y/n. They don't answer. She sends a text and no longer has the strength to hold on to her phone.

I don't think she'll be completely resolved to Vampires having actual consciousness but in her last moments she's also just wishing for her friend back. Her human friend. The one who has been dead all this time. Vanessa has a history with seeing ghosts so

It's worth a try

I'll let you decide which phone of y/n's she tried to contact.

Assuming y/n unblocked her on their previous phone at some point

So yeah, Vanessa in this comic is going back and forth on whether this is y/n or not. She's bleeding out, so does it really matter?

It's almost selfish how much she wishes to be free of the ache in her chest. The fact in the end, she couldn't free her friend.

You'll see more of this in the next part. I don't want to spoil it too much.

She doesn't wish to carry this burden of failing her friend. She reaches for a conclusion. She wants this to end well. She wants her friend to be okay. She wants to believe everything has worked out. She wants everyone she cares about to be okay without her.

She'll throw out her wish to the world. And hopefully, it'll come true.

She'll throw out her wish to you.

It is you.

Right?

I may have spoiled the next part a little bit oopsies

I just want to explain why Vanessa's different y'know

And y/n has their own conflicting emotions.

Even when things are a semblance of normal, it can't be. They are a vampire now. It tears them up inside.

But. Vanessa lets them touch her.

They've been afraid to do that. For the entirety of this reunion cut short.

She lets them touch her.

And again, Vanessa wouldn't be this way if... it weren't for a few somebodies.

But that's enough spoiling the next part.

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ekdarnellbooks · 3 months

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Jury Duty: Part 5 of 7

A spicy sci fi romance novelette in seven parts.

TW/CW: non-graphic descriptions of a court case where someone described as a "young boy" was tortured and murdered, graphic description of another murder, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, alien MMC, human FMC, tentacle smut.

MASTERPOST

Eleanor sat in a chair, the din in the meeting room threatening her with a pounding headache.

“I told you, he tried to kill me!” she explained, for what seemed like the hundredth time. She’d already shown the proof, the gash on her head from the blow of Nathan’s metal tray.

“So, that means the aliens get to kill him?” An angry voice.

Eleanor had left out the full details of Nathan’s demise. She didn’t need everyone in a tizzy because Enzi had chomped the man’s head off.

“I don’t know. I’m not the one making the fucking rules, alright?”

Enough of this shit. She stood up, pushing away from the table in a huff.

“Where are you going?” Another angry voice.

“To my room!” Eleanor yelled as she walked through the door, resisting a rude hand gesture as she left.

She was stalking down the hallway, fuming, when footsteps sounded behind her. With a groan, she turned on her heel, expecting another angry juror yelling at her.

But no, it was Lorenzo. And he didn’t look angry. Not in the slightest. His brows furrowed with worry, a frown etched into his face.

“Are you going to vote ‘no’?” he asked, his voice a hushed whisper as his eyes darted around the empty hallway.

“What? No. Of course not.” Eleanor was lying through her teeth.

The truth was, she didn’t know how she was going to vote. She’d avoided thinking about it, though it was only two days away. The past twenty-four hours had been a bit distracting, with Nathan trying to kill her and Enzi fucking her, then cuddling her all night.

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes. “You can tell me the truth, Eleanor. I… I want to vote ‘no’, as well.”

The shock hit her harder than a freight train.

“What?” was all she managed as she gaped at the man in front of her.

“I know you feel the same way, otherwise I wouldn’t have told you. El… it’s so messed up. That poor boy…” Lorenzo trailed off, his entire body drooping with the same resignation that Eleanor felt. She knew exactly what he meant.

Not sure what to do, she stepped forward and pulled him into a tight hug. Lorenzo stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into her embrace, breathing a sigh of relief.

“I’m going to vote ‘no’ and I hope you do, too. The jury… some of them would have let that man off. After what he did to that poor boy… And that’s just one crime, one blip in the brutality and cruelty that our species embodies. I just… I can’t do it anymore.” Lorenzo’s voice was deep, a whisper in her ear as they hugged.

Yes, Eleanor knew exactly what he meant. And knowing she was not alone… that made all the difference in the world. She released him, pulling away as he grasped her by the shoulders.

“I’ll deal with them,” Lorenzo said, nodding to the door.

“Thank you.”

He gave her shoulder one last pat and let her go. Eleanor gave him a weak smile as she turned, hurrying down the hall. She needed to find Enzi.

It didn’t take long to find the big indigo alien she had fucked the night before. In fact, he had been the one to find her.

They were in her quarters now, Eleanor pacing as he watched from his seat on the bed. She’d just told him about Lorenzo, that he was planning to vote against humanity.

“If that is the case, then it will happen as all other exterminations happen. Every juror will have the choice to return to Earth. Then, we will release the virus. As I said, it will be swift and painless, but none will survive. In less than a day, all humans on Earth will be dead and humanity as a whole will cease to exist.”

The words sent a shiver down her spine. Every person she had ever known would be gone, but… Wait…

“We don’t have to go back to Earth before you exterminate us?”

“Of course not. Not unless that is your wish. You all will have done your duty admirably, and thus will be spared.” Enzi’s answer chilled her.

“So, what? You send us to Earth after all the humans die? The twelve—eleven—of us are supposed to rebuild humanity?” Or more likely, die out like the rest of their species, just more drawn out.

“No, Eleanor. You will be given to Khureno families who wish to take in orphan species. You will be well taken care of.”

Now she stopped her pacing, turning to face Enzi with a glare. “You’re just going to give me to some random alien?”

Thoughts whirled through her mind like a damn hurricane. She’d assumed they’d all be sent to Earth to die with the rest of the humans. Eleanor had come to terms with that, accepted that as much as one could accept the inevitability of their own death. Instead, she had the chance to live, but not with Enzi. No, he’d pawn her off on another Khureno like she meant nothing.

Of course, she meant nothing to him. Just because he said he’d never fucked another one of his little guests didn’t make her special.

“This is the Khureno way. It is how we do things.” What a shit answer, Enzi. No, she was tired of it all. She needed to think, needed to clear her mind, needed to sleep.

“Get out.” Eleanor’s voice was firm, her glare dark.

“Eleanor…” Enzi started, but she interrupted with a shout.

“Get out!”

The Khureno stood, tentacles tense to his body in what she could only imagine was an expression of distress. “Get out!” Eleanor screamed once more and Enzi hurried for the door, as if he feared a weak little human like her. He took one last look at her before exiting, the door whooshing shut behind him. Good riddance.

#romance #sci fi romance #writers on tumblr #monster fucker #monster lover #romance novels #alien fucker #alien lover

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leavingautumn13 · 11 months

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I SEE YOUR RB ABT ASKING ABT OCS SO I WILL ASK >:D

What’s the toughest case Nora ever took as a lawyer? Has she ever wanted to quit after defending someone bad/or losing as case on the offence?

What’s she proudest of? What‘s CONSTANTLY on her mind? Did her favourite sweater survive the bombs? What’s her opinion on Sentry Bots or Assaultrons? WHATS SHE THINK OF FATHER?? (and does she ever think about technically being the grandmother of all synths?)

Lots of questions but I am curious!

aaaa thank you! i'm always happy to talk about nora!! (i also talk a lot about her and do ask games and such over on my fanfic blog; here's her tag!) under the cut for length because i am longwinded

oh man, nora wants to quit being a lawyer all the time but sticks it out because she feels its a moral duty. if she wasn't a lawyer, i think she'd own a greenhouse or go to school for art history, but she really struggles with letting herself relax, or feeling like she's allowed to relax/do things she enjoys. i'm gonna keep a lid on the reason why, but it'll eventually get explained in this fic i'm writing. (which i am sooo close to posting chapter 1 of!)

nora most often wants to quit after losing defense cases. prison is a punishment and not rehabilitation, help with bad circumstances, etc, and since she's a public defender most of her clients are struggling poor folks who can't afford an expensive lawyer. she tries very hard to be a servant of the common people.

she actually did prosecution for a little while but quit because she didn't vibe with it at all. in my fic the prewar legal system is skewed heavily in favor of the prosecution, and juries are pressured to convict, even in cases where there's reasonable doubt, no motive, etc. nora doesn't like feeling like a weapon of the state used to punish its own people, so she walks away.

as for tough cases: i'm still ironing this out for the fic, but i wanted to expand on the corsino case mentioned in the scrapped sanctuary hills terminal. in the end, nora never gets to see it finished because of the war, and that weighs on her.

nora tries to be proud of making it through law school, because it was a struggle for her, but she has difficulty being proud of herself (her husband does a pretty good job of being proud for her, though). deacon talks her into being proud of the work she does for the railroad, even though it never feels like she's done enough.

unfortunately nora sometimes spirals in her thoughts, and one thing in particular is often on her mind: that she should have carried shaun that morning. fic snippet here, tw for graphic violence, suicidal ideation, and general bad brain stuff. she has a very unhealthy relationship with her perception of her actions that day, and it eats away at her.

her favorite sweater did not survive the bombs; none of her clothes or personal items did (save for the holotape from codsworth and her and her husband's wedding rings). she misses her wool peacoat immensely. mama murphy does knit her a grey sweater that she wears pretty frequently, though.

oh god, assaultrons and sentry bots both scare the hell out of her. her first gunshot wound is actually courtesy of a sentry bot she and her companions accidentally activated. she gets clipped in the upper arm and it leaves a nasty scar and puts her out of commission for a few weeks while it heals. [here's a fic snippet of just after she gets shot, and another where she's got cabin fever and disassembled nick's office (under the "anger" heading). tw for blood and injury in the first link!]

that obviously is a pretty awful first introduction to sentries. she tries very hard to avoid fighting them when possible. she feels the same about assaultrons. nora's main advantage in combat is her speed and stealthiness, and she really hates having to fight things that are faster than she is and can find her. (she likes kleo a lot, though, and considers her a friend.)

oh, father. god. okay he's a huge part of why i'm even writing this fic in the first place. nora genuinely loves him and tries her best to convince him to change his plans and... it doesn't work. she's just another experiment to him and whether he cares for her or is lying to string her along is unclear, but she loves him and so she can't let go. it's an emotionally abusive relationship on father's part, and part of nora recognizes this but... that's her baby, y'know? as awful as he is she can't help but love him.

how she resolves this is uh, spoilers, sorry. it's one of my favorite moments in the fic, though.

she soundly rejects the idea of being a grandparent to the synths. she does consider many of them family (danse, x6, and shaun in particular), but in a found-family way like she considers her postwar human friends family. i talk a little about it in this post, but to sum up, she thinks father's take on it is very paternalistic, especially given that he doesn't see synths as people. biological relation doesn't mean very much to her.

tysm for the ask!! <3 i could talk about her all day

#please let me know if you want me to elaborate more because i will #also prepare yourself for some art of damien bc he's on my art fight list >:)#autumn.oc #autumn.fic #oc: nora navarre #fic: until dawn

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msuhana · 4 years

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heeyoo everyone ! i’m ume ( 21+, she/her, pst! ) and this is my first muse here ! i’ve been eyeing this place for a while but only got enough time recently to really be able to join so i’m supes excited to be here !!! anyway enough with the ice-breaker-esque intro, this is hana 🖤 ( yves fc ) and she’s quite the pain in the ass bc she has quite the longest stick in her ass lmfao! her profile is right here, but it’s ridiculously long ( not that this isn’t ridiculously long but wtv ) so if you don’t want to get a headache .... mb read the below deets first ? i’d reaaaaaaaally love to plot with everyone, i’d much prefer it over twitter (@nagisasgf) or via discord ( feel free to ask! ) rather than tumblr dms, if possible. but if you’d also like to plot, feel free to like this and i’ll zoom by for some one on one time ! 🤪🤪🤪

TW WARNINGS CHILD ABUSE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, NSFW

meet cho hana

again, cho hana: 21 y/o ( 11/11/98 ), toseong senior majoring in transfiguration, minor in herbology

she’s also in these clubs: chess club (co-president), debate club, and herbology club!

her mother chose her clubs and her major, hana chose her minor and the herbology club

born and raised in seoul, south korea! she’s also a mahoutokoro graduate

she was a ‘accident’, her father is severely out of the picture to the point that hana doesn’t even know his name / whereabouts or questions about him because her mother never told her about him at all and hana just accepted it ( aka her mother has a very tight reign on hana’s life )

speaking of her mother, her mother is a famed auror who fell from grace when she got pregnant with hana

because of her pregnancy with hana, she had to retire early and thus dedicated her entire life making sure hana didn’t make the same mistakes she did and was just as smart, talented and envied as ahyoung had been

this makes for a very restrained childhood, where all hana knew was studying, studying and more studying

also if it isn’t obvious, hana has serious mommy issues to the point that she’s disillusioned herself into thinking everything is okay when it’s not

( TW FOR CHILD ABUSE )

whenever her mother was displeased with something, she’d physically abuse hana -- it began when hana would get things wrong, if she didn’t get the right grades or failed to make the top of her class but then it started to extend to embarrassing her mother by saying or doing the wrong things

( END TW )

it’s pretty bad because hana thinks, still, if she works hard enough she can somehow gain her mother’s love

ever since she was young, hana was conditioned to strive for the best, because she was ‘cho ahyoung’s daughter’ she could do it, to the point that it not only inflated hana’s ego, it also really fucked up her self-esteem and how she she’s her own self-worth

a lot of people think she’s a ‘genius’ or ‘prodigy’ because of her academic history but she’s literally the opposite, she works way too hard for her grades but her mother wants her to pretend she’s a genius because she thinks it’s embarrassing that her own daughter isn’t a natural-born genius like she is

i, hana

this bitch has Big Tsun vibes if you know it you know it 🤪

like she’ll geniunely care but she’s also HEAVES BIG SIGH BC ???? WHY ??? WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS ???

she’s such a priss, and she knows it -- that’s why i say she has a stick up her ass bc she does

she’s definitely not a wild card, she’s very by the book, rules and all, sure -- she tries not to fault people if they’re not the same as her but if you go out of your way to be stupid, you’ll be getting an ear-full

probably the most put-together person you know, organized, meticulous, looks like she has her life all together? yeah that’s cho hana

her outfits of choice are hot librarian chic, if you must know -- yes, she owns sweater vests and layers her clothes, and yes she thinks they’re sexy

she’s not mean, but she’s also not unreasonably nice off the gate ???? she’s just really civil and mutual ??? mostly she’ll fake smile at you but in her head she’s like ‘i’m with stupid’

no, but if you’re really dumb / do something really dumb she’ll call you out on it without filter

she’s a very type-A personality, but she wasn’t always like this. if anything, she was made to be this way and it kind of stuck. she carries around a planner ( no, not those bullet journal crap ) an actual planner with real dates, a to-do list and scheduled sessions written for almost every minute of every day. if she loses this, she’ll practically shut down

hana doesn’t love control, she needs it -- if anything, without it, she can get a little antsy, so much that it kind of fucks with her fragile ego ( you can thank her mother for the need to be in control bc her mother literally controls every aspect of her life )

if she’s upset, she’ll probably grin through it before quickly excusing herself to go throw vases at the walls or tear flowers to shreds in the greenhouse

if you need someone to critically tear down your confidence and dish reality’s terrible news to you, hana’s probably the person you need

you can probably find hana in 3 places if she’s not in her dorm: studying in the library, crying in the greenhouse, or smoking at the pool of universe

she’s praised as some kind of genius or prodigy, but hana thinks it’s more of an insult than a compliment because she's neither. she won’t deny it but you can probably instantly see the way her demeanor changes towards you when you call her either of those things

this bitch should go on jeopardy with all the useless information she keeps on hand from all her studying, tbh. like she’d be leading a normal conversation with her friends, and if it’s remotely related, she’d randomly insert it into the conversation as if it was something normal like asking about the weather.

not one to go out looking for trouble, but much like a vulture – she follows it. perhaps it’s her desire to be praised, to feel needed, whatever – but in her group of friends, could probably be seen as the moral compass, if not, the person who’s cleaning up everyone’s messes ( or holding their hair while they puke their guts out )

needed connects

childhood friends who know how hana’s mom is, and all the stress she puts on her ( but not the bad things that happen at home ) and try to help her through her issues but hana’s like ‘no, it’s not your problem, it’s okay’ but this friend won’t give up because they hate to see hana so stressed and sad and frustrated and just want the best for her!!!!

give her friends who want to loosen her up because she’s literally so fuCKING RIGID, she needs to live a little but hana is literally like fuck that shit i need to study my ass off or else i’ll lose my place ( but really she’d probably not lose her place, she’s just delusional )

ppl she can actually break down in front of bc she feels stress keeping up w everyone’s expectations of who she is and she’s kind of SIck of pretending to be this Perfect Person but she keeps it up bc it’s better than hearing the nasty things about her

give me a good tension-filled rivals plot, this bitch is honestly so hyper-competitive it’s ridiculous, we’d just love someone to go ‘chill tf out you bitch, but oh yeah look how i steal rank 1 from you’

TOSEONG SENIOR PREFECT LOCKED ! so, hana worked extra hard junior year in order to get senior prefect ( or even head girl ) but since she got neither, hana is a) pissed and b) bitter because now she has her mother breathing down her neck for not getting either positions, but her mother’s wrath adds even more : ) unnecessary : ) stress and that stress : ) gets unreasonably taken out on that toseong senior prefect

exes who couldn’t keep up with her -- hana always puts her relationships second to her academic priorities and it comes to a point where she’ll put studying/getting ahead before hanging out with her significant other, and it has always been this way ; she’s also just never able to properly put her feelings into proper words so she’s always just ... Repressed

someone give her a love where she ALMOST threw everything away for but at the last minute didn’t -- OR BETTER YET she was so ready to do it but the s/o was like Sike! and she was left devastated and her already vulnerable feelings got even worse to the point that she closed herself off

HERBOLOGY CLUB MEMBER LOCKED ! ( could be a junior year or above! ) hana wasn’t always in the herbology club, but she joined her sophomore year after a brush of fate. after getting really bad results on her DADA exam, and fearing what her mother would say/do, she finds solace in the greenhouse ( she’s been there several times bc of her minor and finds it empty at certain hours ) and begins ripping up the plants. your muse can find hana and scold her / console her / etc. but somehow the interaction ends with your muse convincing hana to join the herbology club

( TW NSFW )

someone pls fuck her against a bookcase, just a thought

rivals but fwb ( can also be paired with the connect from above! )

( END TW )

hana secretly smokes. she doesn’t fault anyone who does, hana just thinks it’s a bad habit for herself and if her mother knew, she knew she’d never hear the end of it. so, enter your muse either they found her while they themselves were looking for a smoke or just happened upon her -- either way they found out hana smokes and it can end in either a ) hana doesn’t give a shit and ends up having smoking dates with them or b ) hana fucking fears for her life and exchanges something in order for you to keep your mouth shut

( TW ABUSE, VIOLENCE )

PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDS PLOT REQ ! but your muse mistakenly walks in on hana and her mother in the middle of a heated argument. you finally see hana being the submissive person you Don’t know her to be and in the nick of time you see her mother slap the shit out of her. you try to talk to hana but don’t know what to say -- shockingly enough -- you don’t need to say anything because hana just breaks down and it kind of just makes sense. from there, your muse will probably be the only person hana goes to about her mommy issues, especially when hana’s mom makes her ‘surprise’ visits to campus to check up on her

( END TW )

hana isn’t a bad drinker, if anything -- she’s pretty good at keeping her alcohol in check. however, you aren’t -- so here she is, holding your hair, holding your arm, or helping you back to your dorm room. either way, she’s here to take care of you and in the morning, lecture you for your almost alcohol intoxication scare

as top of her class, hana isn’t unfamiliar to tutoring others, if anything, a lot of her professors actually ask her to do so -- pairing her with several of their students at one time. maybe you’re one of the students she tutors?

someone who envies how well hana does in school, and is constantly praised for it -- maybe hates her for it? idk -- something spicy i guess or going so far to say how easily it comes to hana and kind of undermines the hard work hana actually does and hana either takes it or blows up at them for it bc that shit is annoying as fuck

toseong house cute plots bc hana isn’t really all that cute but like she tries ... she wants affection but won’t go out of her way to ask for it??? bitch has problems i swear

toseong house not so cute plots ( could also be relevant to any not from toseong ) who are just sick of hana’s genius bullcrap and want to take her down a notch !!!!! my ass heavily wanting this bc who doesn’t love a muse in pain / agony ; could also apply as a rivals / hate plot idk

( TW BLOOD )

HEALING MAJORS LOCKED ! your muse catches hana in the middle of her rage episodes. she unceremoniously is wreaking havoc somewhere and ends up breaking glass to the point that she ends up bleeding. your muse chances upon her -- sees that she’s bleeding and offers to patch her up. whether or not she fesses up to why she ended up this way, can be determined!

( END TW )

#msu:intro #honestly if you read all this u deserve everything Good in the world #also known as ume doesnt know when to stfuuuuuuuuu !!!!11!!1!!!#also yes i stole parts of her profile and stuck it here y not #ill have another post for halloween plots when i stop spamming the event blog bc my ass doesnt read directions carefully #tws are there just in case none of it is explained graphically but just in case ykno!!

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princehrry-writings · 3 years

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Angel with a Shotgun

here we go. this popped into my head after i watched a tiktok about angel shots. if you go on a date and don't feel safe for any reason, please please please find a safe way to remove yourself!! asking for an angel shot is a great way to do that!!

WARNING: tw mentions of implied SA, stalking, harassment, police, EMT's, hospitals, alcohol, being drugged, swearing,

please don't read this if any of this stuff makes you uncomfortable. i don't get graphic with anything but still, put yourself first and be safe!! i love you <3

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Harry Styles x Reader

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It started off as a normal night. Y/n had met this guy in class and he’d asked her out for drinks. She didn’t get any bad vibes from him, none of her friends had heard anything bad about him, so she deemed him a suitable guy to go have a fun night with.

She’d met him at a bar just off campus and was having a really great night! The pair were dancing and talking and laughing, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time in a long time on a first date.

In Y/n’s experience, usually guys were creeps and girls never decided she was what they were looking for, so she had a hard time in the dating world. This guy, Jack his name is, seemed ok. Keyword being seemed.

She should have known. When he asked to meet her at a bar all the way across town, she should have put it together that he wasn’t what she was looking for. He didn’t put up too big of a fight when she insisted they meet at the bar closer to campus, that way she would know people there and be in a familiar place if she needed to get away from him quickly.

When he started making comments that were off putting to her, things she doesn’t really want to repeat in fear of actually vomiting all over the table, she starts looking for a way out. He keeps trying to play footsie with her under the table and is getting visibly frustrated at her lack of participation, so she tells him she’s going to get them another round of drinks after finishing the one that was already on the table and quickly exits the booth before he can protest.

Harry had been watching from across the room at the bar, seeing this couple who looked like they were on a first date. He watched as they laughed and talked, getting to know each other. But as the night went on, it seemed the woman was getting more and more uncomfortable.

He had told his coworkers to keep an eye out for the two in case anything was to go down, and when he sees her get up and make her way over to his bar, he has a feeling he knows where this is going.

“What can I get for you, love?” He asks her, leaning over the counter to hear her better. She sniffles a little, and takes a deep breath. Leans in before timidly asking.

“Can I get an angel shot?”

Harry’s senses are quickly kicked into gear and he nods, gesturing to his coworker that he’s gonna get this taken care of before meeting her on the other side of the bar. What neither of them had realized was that 1. Jack was walking up to them and 2. he had slipped something into her drink apparently because suddenly she could barely hold her own body weight. Harry caught her before she hit the ground and Jack rushed over, playing the part of concerned boyfriend but the bartender saw right through it.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to back up.” He tells the man, authority very present in his voice. Jack doesn’t take well to this, eyebrows furrowing and voice lowering in defense.

“S’cuse me mate, but I’m gonna take my girl home. She’s had a few too many, f’you know what I mean.” He chuckles and goes to scoop her up. Harry stops him, putting a hand on the guy's chest, stepping between the girl and this guy.

“You'll do no such thing. This girl has obviously been roofied and it’s you she was running away from. The only thing you’ll be doing tonight is talking to the police, who are making their way in right now to do with you what they will.” Harry says, watching the color drain from this bloke's face. He turned around, ready to make a full run for it but was stopped by not only the police but also a crowd of other guys who heard what was going down and were ready to step in if assistance was needed.

“I didn’t do anything wrong here! She was trying to take advantage of me!” He cries as he’s put in handcuffs and taken away.

“Yeah, it’s obvious the one who’s passed out cold because she was drugged was trying to take advantage of you.” Harry yells after him before turning around and scooping the girl into his arms. Due to the commotion and the presence of not only police but also paramedics, the premises was cleared and the bar was shut down for the night. Harry held the passed out girl close to his body, having had his coworker fetch his jacket from the break room to keep her warm now that the club wasn’t filled with body heat, and waited for the paramedics to come in for her.

When they come in and place her on the gurney, she starts to stir. Little whines and groans escape from her and the EMT’s check her vitals, deeming her stable and letting Harry know she’s going to be ok. He decided to follow to the hospital just so she has a familiar face when she wakes up and has someone to explain her situation that isn’t a scary doctor.

. *

It’s a few hours of unrestful sleep at her bedside and his co-worker showing up with a change of clothes for him when she finally starts to come to.

Groaning and reaching up to hold her head but realizing her arms are too heavy to move, she rasps out, “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital,” Harry explains, wanting to reach out and hold her hand but not wanting to startle her, “You’re ok but the doctors wanted to keep you overnight for observation.”

“You’re the bartender I asked for the angel shot aren’t you?” She questions after a pregnant pause. He hums a confirmation and she looks over his face a few times, before tears well in her eyes.

“What happened?” A few tears fall from her eyes. She can’t remember much after leaving the table, just the sight of green eyes and curly brown hair nodding at her when she asked for the shot. The rest is pretty much a blur, just random flashes of scenes she can’t quite make out in her head.

“You came over and asked me for the shot and then a few minutes later you passed out. The bloke you were with slipped something in your drink. And unless something happened at the table that I didn’t see, then nothing else happened. Do you remember anything happening at the table?” He explains, hoping her answer is no.

He’d learned her name from the EMT’s who checked your ID once you were loaded into the ambulance but he didn’t know the name of the man she was with. He realizes she doesn’t know his name either.

“No, was just being a sleazy dick. I don’t know how he could have slipped me something, I didn’t get up before I went to you. Must’ve turned my head for a bit too long. God, I should’ve known this was gonna happen!” She groans but he shakes his head.

“You can’t blame yourself for this, darling! He’s a sleazeball, a no good lowlife. S’not your fault.”

“What’s your name?” She voices, peering into his pretty green eyes.

“M’Harry,” he smiles, timidly reaching for her hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the soft skin.

“Thank you for staying with me Harry! For helping me…” Y/n says quietly. He shakes his head with a small smile.

“No need to thank me, pet. Would do it over and over again.”

Her smile, while tired and defeated, was enough to show him her gratitude. She feels a weight lift off her chest, hearing that nothing bad happened after she got to him.

She knows it’s probably just nightingale syndrome, but Y/n thinks Harry is terribly adorable. With his messy brown curls and tired green eyes that make it look like he hasn’t slept in ages. She thinks she could see herself going out with him, which is an odd thought considering what happened last night. You’d think that would be enough to turn her off to men for good, but there's just something about him. But now isn’t the time to bring any of that up.

“I’ll call a nurse, tell em’ you’re awake.” He voiced, making his way to the door after gently placing her hand back on the bed.

. * .

“Ms. I’m just calling to let you know the restraining order has gone through. You won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Y/n felt a weight lift off her chest. After months of being harassed and stalked, she would finally be left alone. Harry leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, stroking the loose hair out of her face.

“S’ finally over, lovie. It’s all over!.” He whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to him, rubbing up and down her thighs. She felt tears spring to her eyes, tears of relief, tears of joy, but also tears of sadness because the last few months had been some of the hardest of her life. She was ready to move on and be done with this nightmare.

When Jack had found out Y/n and Harry got together after that night, it’s like it activated something inside him. Like he thought she was just playing hard to get and he had to literally stalk her to get her attention. He seemed to think she was playing a game. Somewhere in his twisted little mind he had the audacity to think she actually wanted him.

He’d sit right next to her every single class period and would get up and move next to her when she tried to get away with him. He’d show up at her house, sitting across the street just watching her front door, he’d call her phone and text her, he’d wait outside her other classes and follow her around campus. She complained to her university, told them what was going on and they didn’t really do anything. She went to campus security and they brushed it off because “She wasn’t in any danger. He just wants to get to know you.”

So she finally was forced to file a restraining order. Her case was still open, from when he got arrested that night at the bar. They're charging him with second degree assault and criminal harassment because apparently she’s not the only girl he’s done this to. Many other women had spoken up since news of that night had spread around campus. Yet still, the university did nothing.

Harry stood by you every step of the way, picking up the shattered pieces on hard days. He wanted to beat the shit out of this guy and he would if it wouldn’t interfere with the case. He knew you needed him and he didn’t want to chance anything.

There was a pregnant silence between the two lovers. Just letting the silence wash over them, letting themselves breath freely without this weight suffocating them, they basked in it.

It wasn’t completely over, because there was still a trial, but he wouldn’t be coming around without getting arrested again.

That was enough for Y/n to breathe easy.

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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hi lovely, I wanted to make a request about a sensitive topic, so it's ok if you decide not to.

But if you decide to do it, Zemo x Reader where she has been sexually abused and he comforts her, because I just need him to tell me that it was not my fault.

I sometimes remember the moment it happened and it makes me really sad and guilty. I'm really sorry if this request triggers you. Thank you in advance🖤

Honey omg, can I start off by saying whatever happened was absolutely not your fault. I woke up at 5am and saw this request and I just couldn’t get back to sleep until I had started writing it. I was in a similar situation a few years ago so this is really based off my experience and how I found I dealt with it. While it still upsets me sometimes I’ve found I don’t think about it as often as I used to so it does get better, I promise. I actually found this quite cathartic to write since it’s something I don’t talk about much. If you ever want a little chat, please don’t be scared to shoot me a message! Hope you’re doing okay 💗

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader

(Again, the fact this is gender neutral was a happy accident but I wanted it to be applicable to anyone that might find some comfort in it)

Word count: 1.5 k

Summary: You have a bad night and Zemo comforts you (list of international resources at the end.)

Warnings: TW: Sexual Assault mention, please don’t read this if those themes will upset you. There are no graphic descriptions, this is more just the reader dealing with the aftermath. Hurt/ comfort, quite dark, angst, Zemo does his best but everyone heals differently, fluff.

You weren’t quite sure how it had happened but it had become one of those nights where reality had become a little too heavy to handle. You had went to bed feeling fine but woke in the early hours, head swimming with the recollection of everything that had happened. All of a sudden, sleep was the last thing on your mind, your body jarred awake by the painful memories and the sickly feeling that always accompanied them. Rather than spend the night tossing and turning in bed beside your boyfriend, you got up, hauling your sleep deprived frame from the warmth of your bed, heading to the little snug at the end of the hall. Grounding yourself wasn’t easy when you felt like this, but you had to take the time to notice the little things or risk losing yourself in the past altogether. You let yourself notice the little breeze that came in through the window down your hall, the smooth feeling of the wooden bannister under your fingertips and the cold that travelled up your bare legs as your feet padded softly across the wooden floor. Your pyjama shorts tickled the tops of your thighs as you walked the short distance before you gently pushed the heavy wooden door, admiring how it manoeuvred silently under your touch, despite it’s weight. None of these things were particularly special, often lost in the monotony of day to day life but during these early mornings where the past felt all too real, they were little blessings, reminders of the present.

Closing the door behind you quietly, you made your way over to the little cushioned window ledge. It had been extended so it was easily large enough to sit on, giving you a vantage point to look out the topmost window of the house, completely unobstructed. You settled into the familiar spot, legs crossed in front of you. From here you could see everything that went on in the grounds of Helmut’s massive estate. You could see the little stream running down beside your house, often your favourite point of focus as it was ever changing and therefore, distracting. Huge birds swooped and dived at the lake, hoping to procure some breakfast for themselves and their young, some flying off triumphantly with a tasty fish while others left with nothing, frustrated by the difficulties of hunting. Apart from the running water and their squawks, there were no other sounds to disturb the early morning air.

The birds were an adequate distraction for around an hour before you began to lose interest, feeling your mind wander once more in a direction you didn’t want it to take. That pang of guilt hit you deep in the chest as you began to feel like your body was tainted in some way. Horrible memories flooded your head, memories of roaming hands and that feeling of being painfully helpless, your chest feeling like it might collapse under the weight of those memories. You had no more tears left to cry when you thought about what had happened, while it still hurt as intensely as it did, the memories weren’t often accompanied by tears anymore, rather a guilty ache in your chest that threatened to consume you and you honestly weren’t sure which was worse. A good cry used to get it all out, give you the opportunity to start fresh and you often felt all the better for it when you were done but the ache was harder to manage. You hated how this was now something you had to live with, knowing that someone else’s actions had such a huge reign over your life.

You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t even noticed Helmut slipping in behind you until you heard the faint click of the heavy wooden door.

“Bad night my love?” He asked softly, his voice barely disturbing the calm, his accent noticeably thicker after he had just woken up. He was still in a little thin pair of cotton pyjamas, hair messy and tousled from sleep. You could only nod in response, noticing how his lips pressed together so he didn’t voice his anger about the person that had done this to you. He didn’t want the focus of this to be on them and their selfish actions, that wasn’t helpful but it didn’t stop his blood boiling in his veins. Dealing with this was often as hard for him as it was for you, seeing the only person he loved so dearly feel the way you did, knowing you were hurting and he wasn’t able to take the pain away sometimes brought him to a very dark place.

“May I touch you?” He whispered quietly, knowing that sometimes having that contact could be worse for you.

“Please.” You nodded simply, feeling his body slot in behind yours. His legs bracketed yours, arms wrapped around your waist and his head buried in the crook of your neck as you both went back to watching the birds silently. His heart beating in his chest was comforting against you, the rise and fall of his breathing giving you something else to focus on.

“This is not your cross to bear alone, my dove.” He whispered, thumbs rubbing at the exposed skin of your waist where your pyjama top had ridden up slightly.

“I know I just… Didn’t want to wake you.” You replied, equally softly.

“How many times must I tell you sweetheart, I want you to wake me. Let me be there for you.” He pleaded, pressing little kisses to your shoulders, hoping to rid your arms of the goosebumps that had begun to form. He was not mad, not at you anyway, understanding that sometimes you just needed the time alone to come to terms with things but if you needed him, he wanted to be there. There was a heavy pause that hung in the air after that, both of you slightly weighed down by the gravity of the emotions this can inflict on you as a couple.

“Can I talk about it?” You asked softly. It wasn’t something you did very often, preferring not to burden Helmut too much with the details. He had heard it all before so nothing would surprise him but you were still conscious that it hurt him to hear what had happened.

“Of course.” He answered, gentle chaste kisses to your shoulders reminding you that this was entirely on your terms. He did not press you to talk further when you had said enough, he also didn’t let his own pain at the situation take away from yours, knowing if you needed to talk about it, he had to be there to listen. You took a deep breath, taking one of his hands in yours, clasping them together.

“I just feel… Tainted? I feel guilty. Feel like I could’ve done more to stop it.” You knew you couldn’t have done more but there was always a nagging sense of ‘what if’. Helmut nodded from behind you, giving your hand a little squeeze, waiting to see if you wanted to continue. “Feel like it’s my fault. And now I have to deal with it. But you don’t have to.” You explained quietly, ache in your chest growing to sharp pain.

“You are not tainted my love. Nor was it your fault. You could not have done more to prevent it and even if you could, that is not the point. You shouldn’t have had to do more. One ‘no’ should have been enough.” It killed him to know you thought like this about yourself. He didn’t see you like that at all. Your body wasn’t tainted from what had happened, it didn’t make him want you less. It made him admire your strength and courage, seeing how you got up every morning and took care of the body you blamed. “Your blame is misplaced my love. The blame is not yours to carry. You have done no wrong.” His words made warmth flourish in your chest, hearing him listen to you and truly understand meant more to you than he would ever know.

“Thank you Helmut.” You whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, spilling over your cheeks but not from sadness, more from the unconditional love Helmut afforded you, the time he took to make you be gentler to your body again making you feel more loved than you could’ve imagined possible.

“Not at all, my sweet.” He whispered, gripping you just a little tighter. He loved you, every single part of you. To him, you were perfect and nothing would change that. He just wanted to help you through your pain and absolve you of it, hoping some day you could see yourself how he saw you.

A/N: I’m going to drop this link here just in case it’s needed, this was the most comprehensive resource I could find. If you need it, please do use it. 💗

https://osapr.harvard.edu/international-resources-0

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madhyanas · 3 years

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tell me ur thoughts on twilek head coverings 👀

aw YES thank u so much my brain was going to burst

to avoid my brain melting out my ears and also to apply some Critical Thought and Depth to star wars for once: i will be ignoring the aspects of the gross sexualisation of female twi’leks that aren’t relevant to what i’m saying. as recommended by doctors

tw: discussions of canon-typical slavery, trafficking, hyper-sexualisation. brief explanation of blood as internally transported by the body (not graphic). compression aids/stockings for medical purposes.

only mentioning things people might want to avoid - it’s mostly okay!

0. ‘lekku’ - the tentacles growing from twi’lek heads. that’s uhhhh p important lmao

broadly speaking, i see 2 primary points of significance to twi’lek head coverings: cultural and anatomical.

1. cultural significance

to start with the obvious, we only see head coverings worn almost exclusively on women and children. children seemed to wear head coverings regardless of gender (see: suu lawquane’s kids). the only examples i could find of any coverings on adult men are either helmets or bands that wrap around the ends - with the exception of this dude who appears in the kanan comics and honestly? looks amazing

one interpretation could be a modesty-oriented culture. this is probably my favourite cultural explanation, and one i could 100% see emerging as a form of liberation amongst twi’lek women as a response to the over-sexualisation and trafficking of their species. especially since it’s such a well-known practice and stereotype. (for instance, it’s one that hera syndulla took advantage of multiple times to lower people’s guard.)

the over-sexualisation of twi’leks is, as far as canon is concerned, distinct to twi’lek women, while enslaved twi’lek men were typically trafficked for manual labour. so it would make sense that the women’s experiences and trauma, being different from that of their male counterparts, may have resulted in a unique custom of dress in retaliation to their suffering.

very messed up how twi’leks are characterised as individuals and as a species, but something i would like to explore from that is how their subjugation and hyper-sexualisation influenced their community identity, their ideologies (especially regarding independence) and the twi’lek population taking back autonomy over their bodies and appearance.

(in my opinion twi’lek women should have more identity-asserting narratives beyond just a few characters, but that’s by the by.)

however, there are a lot of flaws in the modesty-oriented interpretation idea. firstly, if originating as a social revolution against their enslavement, it only makes sense for as long as the enslavement and trafficking of twi’leks had been a practice. not so sure how it works out pre-Empire. secondly, it doesn’t really work in the case of enslaved twi’leks. think original trilogy - they wore ornate head coverings even when barely clothed otherwise. my guess is that these are more for ‘decoration’, for lack of a better word. since the head coverings themselves are apparently a staple of twi’lek culture, it could be that slavers let enslaved twi’leks wear head coverings for the. ‘exotic’ effect. or whatever. disgusting so let’s move on

it could very well be a religious custom, though i don’t think this is very convincing. simply because we don’t see much of twi’lek religion at all. wish we did :(

there’s a few more possible interpretations but last one for now: family lineage. from the kalikori episodes in rebels, it’s made very clear that family legacy is a defining aspect of a twi’lek’s individual identity. so i guess it wouldn’t be a stretch for women to ‘pass on’ a certain style of head covering through the family line. this explanation is really fun imo because it could possibly explain the different styles of head coverings a little more comprehensively than just regional variations/personal preferences. it also adds more more depth to what’s already been established as twi’lek tradition. could also be little things like medallions/ornaments added to head coverings.

then again - to once more rain on my own parade - this might not check out, since neither suu’s children share any similarities in head coverings to her own, nor does hera to her mother’s. but more on hera’s head coverings below

2. anatomical/physiological

yeah alright i started getting tired here so. bullet points

star wars plays fast and loose when it comes to twi’lek physiology, especially lekku

the presence of ‘braintails’ - lekku that apparently contain part of a twi’lek’s BRAIN (whack) could be a reason for head coverings

so first and foremost i guess a logical explanation would be it’s just safer to have your brain wrapped up lmao - if they’re contained in dangly bits like lekku with no BONE encasing them (???) then having something wrapped around tightly would be a pretty basic safety measure

why don’t men wear them then? well quite a lot of male twi’lek’s have bulbous, protruding foreheads. not too far-fetched to argue that men’s brains are located more forward, while the women’s are located more backward? definitely not an airtight explanation though.

i’ll be honest my number one favourite explanation behind head coverings is for circulation. like for varicose veins in the legs (a non-fictional condition), patients usually wear compression stockings. they improve blood flow by letting the arteries (high pressure blood vessels) relax for a bit and gives veins (low pressure) some help in sending blood back to the heart

i think that’s what head coverings could be for!! to help with blood circulation in lekku!! they’re essentially an extra pair of limbs to account for but with none of the motor skills/control of movement. and they’re constantly dangling - seeing how bouncy they are, gravity has to be taking a toll there. think like the worst case of pins and needles but you can barely move the limb that HAS the pins n needles. a compression sock/stocking/head covering might help with that.

reasonably speaking the compression sock would be at the bottom of the limb to account for gravity, and this doesn’t address the gender disparity, so it’s not a perfect explanation. but i like it a lot!!!!!

this could also be adapted for pilots, i feel. like hera’s head coverings have been mentioned to be a notable divergence from usual styles, which could be because they’re adapted for rapid changes in altitude, pressure and gravity?

anyways much to think about

#been thinking about this for a while so im proud of it actually being written out lmao #really got away from me huh #idk WHY the compression sock thing compels me so but i would love for it to be true #thanks for the ask man!!#tings #star wars #star wars meta #sw #sw meta #meta #my meta #twi'lek #ask #forcesensitivebantha

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wtffundiefamilies · 3 years

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Law student nuggestsofchicken (heh) has been summarizing Josh’s bond hearing. I’ll be pasting that here, but you’re better off finding them on reddit yourself. I’m finding their commentary really useful because I have no real idea how any of this shit works or is supposed to work. Trying to keep their emphasis as true as possible, but might miss some stuff.

Prosecution’s first witness direct: Special Agent Gerald Faulkner Special agent with homeland security investigations (HSI)

Been with them since April of 2009

Since 2010 been working federal child exploitation cases

Works with ICAC task force which is Internet Child Against Children.

Worked over 1000 child exploitation cases

Vast majority involved online pornography

In May of 2019, there was an investigation of a bittorrent program that noted activity in the upper northwest area of AR involving distribution of known CP images

Explanation of peer-to-peer file sharing networks. Known by law enforcement as commonly used to distribute CP

Bittorrent is a version of peer-to-peer sharing

On May 14 and 15, detective was able to download two files

-EDITED AND REMOVED- Faulkner describes graphically what the CSA depicts. If you're really curious some news outlets have reported on it. But our members predominately felt that it was not worth reading.

Police used ISP and the geographic location of the IP address to locate the activity and it got directed to the DHS task force to address it.

Police issued a warrant to the ISP to obtain the name and account of the user.

In October 2019, the ISP revealed the account in question was owned by Joshua James Duggar with an address in Springdale.

Apparently the mapping system was out of date, and the proper address was Wholesale Motor Cars for the account associated with the activity.

DHS obtained federal search warrant to search the car lot.

Warrant was executed on November 8, 2019 at 3:15pm.

Car lot is adjacent to Highway 12, between Springdale and Siloam Springs. At the time of the search warrant there were approximately 30 cars and and RV on the lot. Two buildings, a shed undergoing remodel and a metal building the size of a toll booth which they found out was the main office.

When officers arrived on the scene they encountered Pest and two individuals.

Police approached with a soft approach, no weapons drawn, explained that an investigation was underway with suspected contraband electronically. This was not an arrest warrant, so the three people there were free to leave.

Police did not tell them case-specific facts because it could spoil statements that could be made.

None of the vehicles, none of the uniforms worn indicated that it was a child exploitation case.

Josh produced cell phone and said he wanted to call his attorney. Police said the phone was under investigation and then seized the phone to prevent any spoliation of evidence.

Josh remained on scene during the investigations. He was not guarded by law enforcement during the search.

Police seized a desktop computer, a macbook laptop inside an RV, and Josh’s iPhone.

Government’s Exhibit 1 is the photograph of the Wholesale Motor Cars main office.

Government’s Exhibit 2 is a photograph of the desktop computer. Wallpaper has a photo of Josh, Anna, and their kids but the kids have been redacted.

After securing the scene, they asked Josh if he’d be willing to discuss the issues. He agreed to speak with them.

Conversation happened inside a government vehicle. Duggar was passenger side, other officer was in the rear seat, Faulkner was in driver’s seat.

Other officer received verbal consent from Duggar to record the interview.

Duggar spontaneously asked, “What is this about? Has anyone been downloading child pornography?”

At that point, no one had told Duggar that child pornography was an issue in this case.

Officers Mirandized Duggar his rights.

Duggar said he owned and operated the car lot since June 2018, that he owned the desktop computer they found, as well as the Macbook and the cell phone they seized.

Duggar said he owned his phone but other family members could have access to it.

Duggar declined to provide the password to the desktop or the phone to law enforcement.

Duggar said that he owned the Macbook but that other family members had access to it.

He said, in response to a question from law enforcement, that he was familiar with peer-to-peer file sharing networks but did not which to comment further. He said that his devices might have been associated with peer-to-peer file sharing.

He noted that TOR might have been accessed by the desktop

TOR is a browser used to access the dark web, which is a known source of CP.

At this point law enforcement did not have reason to believe TOR/dark web was an issue in this case.

When asked if he was familiar with bittorrent Duggar declined to answer that question.

At this point, law enforcement explained that the investigation involved someone had been using bittorrent or peer-to-peer networks from that car lot to access CP involving children between the ages of 5-10

When asked whether he had any reason to suspect or had seen anyone using his computer accessing CP Duggar said “I’d rather not answer that question.”

Officers found bittorrent and TOR on the desktop.

Officers found fucking Covenant Eyes on the computer.

Information from Covenant Eyes indicated the program was registered to Josh and Anna Duggar.

On May 13, 2019 a linux-partition had been installed on the computer.

A linux partition can divide the harddrive of the computer into two isolated sections that work independently.

The linux partition was password protected and the last four characters of the password were -REDACTED- but had been used for a variety of his accounts over years.

Linux partition side did not have Covenant Eyes installed on it, so activity would not have been detected by the account.

On the Macbook there was bittorrent as well as Covenant Eyes.

Duggar had backed up his iPhone to that Macbook which allowed law enforcement to obtain texts, photos, etc. from the Macbook

Law enforcement found iChat messages from May 13-16, 2016 on the computer.

Government’s Exhibit 3 is a forensic examination summary of May 13 and May 14 extracted from Duggar’s electronic devices.

D objects to moving Exhibit 3 into evidence because of lack of foundation, and argues that it was prepared for litigation purposes but the witness was not the expert who created it.

P provides some more foundation for the Exhibit and judge admits it.

Exhibit is displayed. Basically summarizes the sus computer activity in May 2019. Linux partition was created and on the same day Tor Browser was installed on that side of the partition.

On May 14, at 4:49pm, Pest sends text that says “Got stuck here and still not free yet. Im gonna aim for tomorrow just after lunch.”

On May 14, at 4:58pm Tor browser was used to access porn sites associated with rape and files associated with CP. Video was downloaded

At 5:38pm, user accessed bittorrent. Two videos were downloaded. (Little Rock Officer was notified)

At 5:41pm, user accessed TOR directory site and website associated with bittorrent.

On May 15, 2019 at 11:35am computer user downloads 3 torrent files associated with CP.

Throughout the course of the day on May 15, Josh Duggar sends texts to 22 members of the Duggar family asking them to pray for a motorcyclist who got in an accident by Wholesale Motors. Computer also gets used to write reviews online under the name “Joshua.”

There’s also geolocations of photos taken at the car lot by Josh’s phone, but that piece of evidence doesn’t get admitted because D objects to lack of foundation regarding the reliability of geolocation data

TW: At 5:25 user of desktop downloads a file called “DD” that is known in the ICAC circle. Faulkner says that this series ranks in the top 5 of the worst CP he’s had to examine.

Josh’s screen goes black, AUSA wants to double check that he’s still present, he turns his screen back on.

At 6:56 user of desktop downloads a zip that contains 65 images of CP.

On May 16, user of desktop downloads file called “Pedomom”

The zip had been opened and the CP images had been viewed by the desktop.

Approximately 200 images of CP were located on the desktop in unallocated space, which means someone tried to delete them.

Friends and family at the time testified that Josh had a pornography addiction.

CX: Special Agent Faulkner

(I’m not gonna include information that was repeated on direct. Just getting the points that D seems to think is damning)

Faulkner was training another agent at the time of this investigation

The Detective in Little Rock was able to detect an IP address, but not one particular device.

Individual devices can be recognized by a MAG(?) address, which did not happen here

Little Rock detective did not have an Network Investigative Technique warrant

P objects on this, noting that it’s a detention hearing. Judge agrees but allows D to develop its point

D asks whether Faulkner’s first time reviewing the images at issue was in October 2019. Faulkner says it was probably June 2019.

D brings up the search warrant affidavit which suggests that Faulkner first reviewed the images in October.

D kind of tries to impeach Faulkner with the affidavit but the affidavit statement doesn’t really say that the first time he reviewed the images was in October, just that he did review them in October.

Law enforcement thinks Josh was the only one working at the car lot on May 13, 14, 15, 2019

D tries to distinguish Josh’s personal electronic (the mac and the iPhone) as being Apple while the desktop was a PC.

I know I’m kind of batting down the points D is trying to make but as someone who’s done trial work I think it’s worth saying that Justin Gelfand is really solid. Very conversational and likeable and really seems to know the case.

Re-Direct of Faulkner by P:

While Josh technically turned himself in, he had received word from his attorney who had received word from DHS that there was going to be a warrant executed and that DHS agents followed him as Anna drove him to turn himself in, as they didn’t want Duggar arrested in an area where children were

Question from the judge:

Covenant Eyes was installed on both the Macbook and the desktop.

Judge asked when Covenant Eyes was installed, but Faulkner didn’t know

Any reports from Covenant Eyes would’ve been sent to Anna. But the Covenant Eyes report wouldn’t pick up on the CP because it wasn’t installed on the linux partition side.

Prosecution’s second witness direct: Diem Nguyen - Probation officer

Probation officer for 17 years

Factors considered in determining whether someone should be released: Natures and circumstances of the case, defendant’s criminal history, place of employment, resident situation

Presumption cases are cases where an individual is presumed to be detained and the burden is on the defendant to demonstrate that they should be released

A third party custodian is someone who vouches for the defendant in federal court while their case is pending

They are basically in charge of the defendant if the defendant is released from custody and ensures that they follow all conditions placed by the court.

Mr. LaCount Reaver and Ms. Maria Reaver are the proposed third parties in this case. Mr. Reaver works outside of the home in a full-time capacity at the VA. Mr. Reaver is a pastor and volunteers with jail ministries Ms. Reaver is a full time homemaker. Ms. Reaver was concerned regarding being left alone with Duggar as she was a female and he was a male. (note: Ms. Nguyen is not a good witness. Doesn’t seem like she knows where the prosecution is trying to take this and isn’t really answering the questions) Minors would be coming into the Reaver’s residence for piano lessons where Duggar would be Ms. Reaver is close friends with Josh’s parents and they attended the same church at one point. She feels that she and her husband should help his parents and Josh. Ms. Reaver said she’s a lot closer to Josh’s parents than to Josh himself Josh’s parents reached out to the Reavers for their assistance Ms. Reaver said she was familiar with the charges in question but she did not know the details of them. Both Mr. and Ms. Reaver had concealed carry licenses and had 3 rifles and 6 pistols at their resident. Nguyen asked if they had a gun safe to keep access away from Josh and Ms. Reaver said they would lock up the guns in a master bedroom closet. Ms. Reaver did not have a plan for what to do with the minors coming to the house but said that they would always be accompanied by another adult Duggar would be staying at a side bedroom that locks from the inside so Duggar couldn’t lock it himself, but he could exit the bedroom from an exterior door Nguyen thinks the Reavers “could” be suitable third-party custodians, however the minors coming to the home as well as the firearms causes the probation office some concern. There is internet at the residence but it is password protected. During the interview with Josh, Nguyen asked whether he was suffering from any addictions. He said no. Nguyen found a statement from Josh in 2015 where he admitted to a pornography addiction, but did not ask him about it. AUSA asks about molestation from Josh when he was younger. D objects claiming these records are sealed and leaked from tabloids, and deals with his conduct as a child. Judge overrules. Judge explains that she is concerned about the safety of the community. If the previous molestation issues had been handled in juvenile court it would’ve been sealed. But Duggar and his family have chosen to be public about these activities and admissions and they’re not too far in the past to still be relevant. Minors were 11, 10, 9, and 5 at the time of the incident, and Josh was 14. Nguyen recommends that Josh be detained and the presumption apply. Even if Reavers were suitable third-party custodians it wouldn’t mitigate the risk to the community.

CX: Probation Officer Nguyen

Reavers have no criminal history

No minors reside at the Reaver home

Reavers said they would do whatever they needed to do to be Josh’s third-party custodians

“If the firearms were removed from the home and if the piano lessons cease, would that be a suitable third party residence?” “Quite possibly.” -Justin Gelfand looks forlorn-

In the 17 months Josh has been aware of the investigation, Josh has not left the country.

Re-direct of Probation Officer Nguyen:

Re-iterates the sexual abuse of minors from years ago

Re-cross of Probation Officer Nguyen:

*missed this because I was taking my dog out to pee* But the bit I caught sounds like they were emphasizing that the probation office had the authority to detain Josh if he violates any of the release conditions.

-prosecution rests its case-

Defense First Witness Maria Reaver:

She’s Asian. Did not expect that

“Are you aware of the charges brought against Mr. Duggar?” “Some”

Aware of the two charges here

No criminal history

Has a place where Josh can live in her house

Lives in Washington County

Has a mother-in-law kind of suite in her home that Josh should live in

Would be willing to abide by any conditions given by court

Would report any broken conditions to the court

(Defense attorney Travis Story is….not as good as Gelfand. Lots of stumbling and unclear wording. The reason my summary of this testimony is so choppy is because that’s how it’s being presented. Reaver giving pretty much just one word answers)

Adult daughter teaches piano at the Reaver home

A few minors come over for piano lessons

Location of piano lessons could be moved to a different place

Has a place to move the fire arms if need be

Mr. Reaver leaves for work at 6:30am and gets home at 4pm

Ms. Reaver and her daughter would be alone at home with Josh. The daughter would come and go throughout the day, possibly leaving Ms. Reaver home alone with Josh.

Ms. Reaver would be OK being alone with Josh.

Wants to be the third party custodian to help the family and “minister” to them

Story just says “That’s admirable.” and i laughed bro you’re not the one testifying here??

Ms. Reaver is willing to serve as third party custodian regardless of whatever rules the court chooses to impose.

CX of Maria Reaver:

Reavers have neighbors, but each of them have about 5-10 acres of land so they’re pretty spread out.

Known the Duggar family for 5-6 years. From time-to-time would interact with Josh.

They’ve been inside the Duggar home. And been to a couple of weddings.

Never had a one-on-one conversation with Josh.

Never been alone with Josh.

Attended church them in 2015 when the sexual abuse allegations first came out, but wasn’t fully aware of them. Is aware of them now.

AUSA asks “Can you tell me what you know about the allegations?” Reaver pauses, is silent, and then says “Give me a minute.” Story objects, judge overrules.

“I don’t fully know everything but from my understanding there was some, uh, when he was younger, I’m not sure how old, maybe a teenager, that there was inappropriate touching of some of the minors.”

Was not aware that one of the minors was 5-years-old

“Does knowing that there was a 5 year old involved change your decision to serve as a third-party custodian?” “I’m looking at is as we are here to be as help, to the family, to Josh and Anna. To minister to them.”

Jim Bob called her husband and asked them to be the third party custodian because her husband and Jim Bob are good friends.

“Did you feel any pressure or obligation to serve as the third-party custodian?” “My husband has made the decision and I’m here to support that decision.”

More talk about ministry and serving others

If the conditions were violated she would alert the court before notifying her husband

Would not leave her adult daughter alone with Josh

“We don’t have internet-internet, our internet is in our phone, it’s like a hotspot. There’s no wifi. We don’t have cable. There is no hard wiring.” (side note: wtf?? It’s 2021)

Phones are password protected

Understands that if Josh is released to her home he could be there for 6 months.

Redirect of Maria Reaver:

Re iterates that she would alert the court directly if the conditions were violated

Questions from the judge:

First call if the conditions were violated would be to the US probation office (“Not your husband, not Jim Bob Duggar, not elders in the church”)

Daughter has been spoken to regarding relocation of the piano lessons

“This case has gotten a lot of publicity. And the last thing Mr. Duggar needs is an incident with a firearm.” Reaver says she’d remove firearm

Defense second witness: LaCount Reaver

Has firearms in the house, but would be willing to relocate them outside the house

Willing to serve as third-party custodian along with his wife

????THAT’S IT?? Literally 3 questions

CX:

Was aware of Duggars’ charges specifically

Was not aware of all the details, such as that toddlers were involved

But does not change his opinion of being the third party custodian

Jim Bob Duggar was the one who reached out to them first

JB asked if it was something he could think about, pray about, being a part of

JB referenced Reaver’s involvement with prison ministry as making him a potentially good third-party custodian

Has known the Duggars for 6-8 years

Knew them in 2015

Didn’t know the exact details but was familiar with “some charges” related to him

Knew that the minors resided in the house where Josh resided

Was not part of the church in 2005.

No hesitation about leaving his daughter or wife alone with Josh

No implication that he would get anything in return for housing Josh

He’s a volunteer chaplain at Washington County jail but that’s been halted because of COVID-19

Not necessarily interested in offering counseling for Josh

Willing to call US Probation directly if Josh violates conditions

Has “phone internet” and “uses that for the computer.”

Says he’s a “3 or 4” on a scale of 1-10 of tech savviness

Phone is locked with a pin

Did not know Josh is tech savvy

Last time he spoke with Josh one-on-one was more than a year ago

Not sure if his wife has ever had a one-on-one conversation with Josh

“Is it common practice in your marriage that when your wife interacts with men that there should be a chaperone there?” “I think that would be best.”

Says that his wife should be around Josh with another person, not necessarily a male, could be a daughter

Is a family, they discuss things, they both prayed and decided to do it

“When a family is in need and they ask you for help, I think that’s something anyone would do”

Questions from the judge:

Willing to remove firearms if Josh is released to his custody

Will under no circumstances reveal his password to his phone or computers to Josh

“If you or your wife or your daughter observe or learn about a violation by Mr. Duggar I need to hear you say that your first call will be the US probation officer who’s supervising this case?” He says yes.

Judge: “The time for prayer, and conversations with Jim Bob, and with the elders of the church, that will happen after calling the probation office.”

Defense closes case. Closing arguments now.

Judge asked both sides to keep closing arguments to ~5 minutes since it was getting late.

Prosecution closing:

Nature and circumstances of charges:

Josh intentionally used Bit Torrent to receive CP.

Intentionally used linux partitions to hide what he was doing

Covenant Eyes does not pick up on what’s going on behind the partition

Josh took steps to conceal his activity by doing it on his work computer and avoid the recognition of Covenant Eyes.

-description of how horrific the CP found on Josh’s computer was-

Emphasized that the partition was password protected using a password linked with Josh’s other accounts which indicates that Josh, and not another employee, was behind the partition

Timeline in Exhibits 3 and 4 demonstrate that Josh was the one using the computer in May to download CP and throughout the day texting his family and using the computer for other uses

Discussion of Josh committing sexual abuse when he was a teenager.

Josh’s lack of movement in the past 17 months does not necessarily mean he wont be a flight risk now that circumstances are different

Nature and seriousness of the danger to the community:

We know the extent and the steps Josh will take to hide his actions. We know the kind of material depicted in the CSA that Josh had. We know he has a sexual attraction to children.

Not sure if the Reavers, Ms. Reaver in particular, understand the task that she would have to take on as third-party custodians.

Ms. Reaver doesn’t generally wanna be alone with a male. They have guns. They have minors at their place for piano lessons. Doesn’t make sense that they’d want turn their entire life around to do a favor for a family friend.

We know Josh has a history of “hands on” abuse, we’ve seen how sneaky he can be, AUSA asks that he be detained.

Defense closing:

Josh is presumed innocent of what he’s accused of. A detention hearing is not the place to try this case.

Two prongs under Bail Reform Act: 1) Flight risk

DHS executed search warrant in November 2019, 17 months ago, but Josh has not fled since then. Voluntarily surrendered without issue.

Not a danger to the community. If law enforcement thought that he was a danger they could’ve detained him back in 2019, but they didn’t.

Probation officer Nguyen testified he has been fully compliant since he’s been arrested.

Judge asked the Reavers point blank if they were willing to report to the probation office first, and they said yes.

Law unambiguously points against detention, and the facts point against detention.

Court taking brief recess to collect thoughts and look through evidence. Asks Josh if he’s doing OK, or where he is in the detention center. He says “Sitting on a metal stool, Your Honor.”

Judge's thoughts:

Nature of circumstances of charges against Josh: Presumed innocent. But count 1 carries a mandatory minimum 5 year sentence. Count 2 could carry sentence of 20 years based on the evidence admitted at trial. Court views these charges as very serious. Court is concerned about the evidence describing those charges. It is concerning that that DD file is "some of the worst sexual abuse child pornography that he has seen in over a thousand cases." That concerns the courts.

The number of images concerns the court. The prepubescent age of the victims concerns the court. The sophistication of the person who downloaded the images concerns the court. It is not the average defendant who can access the Dark Web, who can use partition devices, and who can bypass significant surveillance programs.

Children are involuntary victims of pornography and sexual abuse. They're subject often to human trafficking and other circumstances we don't have time to address. The demand and download of child pornography fields the market for the production of this material. The forensic evidence suggests that a significant amount of effort was made to download a significant amount of child sexual material. The weight of the evidence is not insubstantial. That also weighs against Josh.

History and characteristics of Josh: Josh has a long history in Northwest Arkansas, he's married, has children. He has no drug or alcohol history. It seems that Josh has been involved in various businesses in Arkansas. Josh turned himself in and does not appear to have a history of other crimes. Josh did not seem to obstruct any investigation.

The court does not need to treat Josh differently than anyone else similarly situated. However, Josh's family has chosen to make their family life public. Although Josh has never been convicted of any crime, he has admitted to in the past touching children, which concerns the court. That was a public admission, and everyone at this hearing knows it. This concerns the court. What's particularly concerning is the age of Josh's sisters and the age of the children involved with the charges against him.

The court is mindful, however, that this conduct happened a long time ago. And it happened when Josh was a child. That fact, and that fact alone, are in Josh's favor. It is concerning to court that Josh has committed that he has an issue with pornography; that is different than child pornography. But what the court has heard is that prior to images being downloaded to Josh's computer, Covenant Eyes was installed which is a program that acts as a deterrent. The court has also heard testimony that Josh's wife may have been his accountability partner on that. The court is not making a determination on that, but it concerns the court.

The court is concerned that the ages of the children involved are very similar to the age of Josh's children and the ages of his nieces and his nephews. The court keeps coming back to the age of the children Josh interacts with on a daily basis and is concerned.

Seriousness of the danger Josh poses to the community: The court does not know. Josh has not been convicted of being a danger to anyone. There is no criminal history that suggests Josh has displayed a pattern of violence to anyone. But Josh's children, his sibling's children, and his minor brothers and sisters are all part of the community that need to be protected from him.

This is a very close call. The U.S. Attorney has not met its burden.

Josh Duggar will be released on very strict conditions:

- Cannot be returned to his guest house or TTH

- Court is not interested in second chances. Don't fuck up with the Reavers. (paragraphsed)

- Tomorrow Josh will be released to the Reavers with close GPS monitoring. Restricted to this residence except for working, education, church, medical services, meeting with lawyers, court ordered obligation, or other activities approved IN ADVANCE by the probation office.

- May not possess or view pornography or erotica of any kind

- Court does not think it has the technology to limit Josh's use. Josh cannot have computers, phones, smart TVs, gaming systems, etc. He may not ask for the passwords from the Reavers or her daughter.

- Josh can get a jitterbug phone to contact counsel as long as it's approved by a probation officer.

- Josh cannot leave the Western District of Arkansas.

- Josh can have unlimited contact with his children as long as their mother is present. Josh cannot have contact with any other minor children including siblings, family members, piano students, etc.

- Not a requirement but a recommendation: Plan activities based on who he might run into. Avoid birthday parties, etc.

- No substances, drugs or alcohol

- Cannot actually or constructively possess a firearm

- Must surrender passport and not obtain a new passport

- May not violate any state or local law

- Must provide a DNA sample

- Must appear in court as requested

- Tomorrow must sign an appearance bond

#Josh Duggar #2021 #duggar family #reddit #sin in the camp #team legitimate rape

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3. Please hold my hand.

I didn’t forget about prompt #2! I just had an idea for #3 and I’m doing these prompts in whichever order I feel like. If you have any requests for the next prompt, as you want to see it sooner than later, simply message me! The prompt list is here and I am more than willing to write it! :)

this is going to be a long one, so I hope you enjoy, I spent a long time on it <3

masterlist

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

TW: Graphic depictions of crime

Summary: Spencer gives up hope for himself way too easily.

>>>These will all probably be Spencer Reid X Reader unless someone requests something different :) Also, this one I will leave up for interpretation- if you want to view it as romantic, it can be, or if you want to view this as platonic, it can be!

“So, we know that our unsub tends to kill quickly. He uses a long dagger, and slits the victims throats from just below the jaw and drags it all around. The victims die almost instantly.” Hotch spoke.

“Well, then I guess we can rule out sexual sadist. There’s no sexual component to the crimes, and the kill is quick.” I replied, examining the photos on the board in front of us.

“Yes, but also the autopsy report from the past three victims shows that they were missing for eight hours before they were killed, so we don’t know what he’s doing to them during that time.” Spencer rebuked my claim. Of course, the genius has something to say.

“While that may be true, there are no obvious wounds on the victim other than the slit throat. While one of the three victims also had a stab wound in her side, this was likely just to slow down the victim, as there was skin beneath her fingernails. She probably tried to escape. But none of the other victims have any other wounds, so while he held them for 8 hours, he didn’t touch them.”

Spencer chuckled. “Yes, Y/N, but I think we can both agree you don’t need to physically touch someone in order to torture them.” I nodded. That’s very true.

Morgan coughed. “Well, now that we’ve discussed the possibility that our suspect is a sexual sadist and have been unable to agree on a concise point..” He trailed off. “What’s next? Why does he target females in their forties?”

Emily glanced up. “He probably had some sort of rejection from a female in his life, who fit the description that his victims have in common. Tall, white, brunette. Maybe a girl he liked, or his girlfriend, or even his mother. Either way, some sort of traumatic life event caused him to strike out like this.”

Hotch intervened. “We can discuss this more on the jet. Grab your go-bags, wheels up in 30. We’ve been asked to come to California, where these crimes are occurring.” He left the room without another word.

“Well, this should be an interesting case.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

I took my usual seat on the jet between Prentiss and Reid. Morgan sat across from me with Hotch and Rossi on either side of him, and JJ generally sat to the side alone, since she liked to catch up on her sleep the moment we were able to.

After debriefing for a while, the team had come to the conclusion that the killer was likely a male between the ages 20 to 30 who had felt rejected by his mother at a young age. She likely kicked him out of the house, where he found solace in some hobby that would hopefully be identifiable at the scene. Due to the precision of the cuts, the unsub likely has knowledge in the medical field, and may even work in a hospital. This would be the first place we would check when we landed.

“Good work, team. Try to get some rest in before we land.” Hotch stood and moved to the front of the jet, where he probably wouldn’t take his own advice.

I squirmed in my seat, trying to get into a comfortable position. Everyone around me had already fallen asleep. Or so I thought.

“Having trouble, Y/L/N?” I sheepishly glanced up at the voice, coming from none other than Spencer Reid.

I sighed. “I can’t get comfortable. I’m exhausted and got no sleep last night, yet I can’t seem to fall asleep.” Spencer offered me a small smile and patted on his shoulder, nodding down at it.

I blinked. “Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a both-” “I really don’t mind, Y/N.” I smiled in thanks and rested my head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Reid.” I murmured, already sleepy. He was so warm.. and smelled like strong cologne.

I fell asleep quicker than I’d like to admit.

-*-*-*-*-*-

“This is gold.”

I woke to the sound of giggling and photo shutters. Still dreary, I groaned quietly and attempted to burrow myself deeper into my pillow.

However the pillow felt a lot more solid than usual.

I slowly opened one eye to see Emily, JJ, and Morgan peering over me. Morgan held his phone, taking countless photos, while Emily chuckled quietly and JJ rolled her eyes in amusement.

“What’s going on? Did we land?” I rubbed my eyes tiredly before looking beside me and realizing I was practically straddling Reid. I jumped in surprise, scrambling off of him, which caused him to wake and the others to laugh.

“Morning sleepyhead, sleep well?” Morgan teased.

“Actually, I did. Did we land?” His groggy voice took me by surprise. I felt my cheeks tinge, knowing the rest of the team had caught me basically cuddling into him as we slept. Screw Reid’s chest for being so comfortable! I usually sleep with a body-sized pillow, and in my sleep, I must have mistaken Spencer for it.

“Yes, lovebirds, we landed.” Emily laughed at us, walking off the jet, JJ following shortly behind.

Reid shot me a look of confusion. “Lovebirds?” He looked to the side, trying to recall his memory, before his eyebrows likely shot up in realization. “Right, uh, well... I’m just going to go meet the others.”

Spencer walked away, scratching behind his neck in embarrassment. Morgan sent me an amused look. “Got anything you wanna admit, Y/N?” He shoved his phone in my face, showing me the photo of me sprawled across Spencer. I had one leg stretched across him, my head on his shoulder, and a hand on his chest. Meanwhile, Reid was resting his own head on mine, while his free hand was wrapped around my waist. If I had seen this photo of anyone else, I would have immediately assumed that they were a couple. Even looking at the photo, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t adorable. But this was Spencer and I. That would never happen.

I rolled my eyes. “So childish. There’s nothing going on between us.” I shoved him playfully before joining the rest of the team outside the plane.

Hotch stared down Morgan and I as we left the jet. “Alright, is everyone all set? No more groping before we leave?” His face was deadpan however there was a hint of humor to his eyes. My jaw dropped, trying to hide a smile. JJ, Emily, and Morgan burst out laughing, while Reid covered his face with his hands to cover his red face. We walked toward the car that was waiting for us, Morgan highfiving Hotch as he passed him.

“Not cool, Hotch..” Reid grumbled.

-*-*-*-*-*-

When we arrived at the crime scene, all traces of humor were lost. The jokes had been forgotten, as we strode up to the police tape and began analyzing the scene.

Hotch turned toward us. “Alright. Y/N, Emily, Reid, and I will analyze the scene, while Morgan, Rossi, and JJ will go to speak with hospitals around the area. Anything you can find will help.” We all nodded and set off to begin our tasks.

Emily looked at the photos as she examined the scene, to ensure that nothing had been moved. Emily, Reid, and I headed toward the bedroom, where the crime had been committed. I fell behind slightly, pulling Spencer back with me to talk as we walked.

“Hey, about earlier, I’m sorry. I guess I get kinda handsy when I sleep.” I chuckled. Spencer grinned. “It’s fine, Y/N, in case you hadn’t noticed, you weren’t exactly alone.” We laughed and nodded. There were no hard feelings, and we both were content. It was time to focus entirely on the case.

“Hey, I found something!”

Reid and I quickly moved into the room. Emily was on the floor, below the victim’s desk.

“...Um, Em? What are you doing?” I stepped closer to her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Emily took a photo with her phone, before crawling out and showing us the picture. Beneath the desk, there were strips of paper, seemingly cut out of a book, glued to the underside. We read the quotes, trying to decipher them.

The first quote read. “Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to feed us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.“ “This is from Hamlet.” Emily and I gazed at Reid expectantly. “This quote is known to reference the morbid obsession with death that Hamlet holds. These quotes weren’t chosen randomly. I’d assume that not only has our unsub read Hamlet several times, he’s also analyzed every line in order to fully comprehend what each segment means. He’s basically saying that death is inevitable, as we all will succumb to it eventually. Our unsub is confident, and is flaunting the control he has in causing the deaths of his victims.”

“That explains the single slice to kill them.” Emily comments. I nodded. “True. The unsub seems to have some sort of obsession with control, as if he prides himself in it.”

We moved on to the next quote, that read, “You can’t ever reach perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.” Emily and I looked over at Spencer. He paused for a moment before nodding. “When Breath Becomes Air. Dr. Paul Kalanithi wrote this. It’s the autobiography of a neurosurgeon.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “He reads books related to medicine, as well? He must be very dedicated to his job.” Spencer skimmed through the rest of the quotes. “Or self-taught...” He trailed off. “The rest of these quotes are also from medical books. Either we were scarily on point with out assumption of his job, due to how much he studies them in his spare time.. or the profile is wrong. He may not even be a doctor at all.”

We all looked at each other.

“The only other quote that doesn’t belong to some sort of book about medicine is the quote “It was extraordinary, now, how clear her mind became all of a sudden.” Lamb to the Slaughter. “All of these quotes are somehow related to him and to murder. He wanted us to find these.” Spencer announced.

Emily sighed. “Isn’t this a bit too much effort for a serial killer focused on revenge?” “Not if he was psychotic already. Perhaps that’s the reasoning behind his mother kicking him out when he was younger? He might have shown some sort of signs of psychopathy and due to the differing times, there was more of a stigma around mental issues. She likely made him feel as if he was alone.”

I paused, looking at Emily’s phone when something caught my eye. They both glanced at me. “Y/N?”

Grabbing a tissue, I crawled on the ground and looked around, spotting what I had seen in the photo. I picked it up with the tissue, and showing it to Reid and Prentiss. Peeking slightly from beneath the desk, as if it had slipped from the unsubs grasp, was a small slip of paper, tallied with 18 marks. The pen color changed throughout the paper.

They furrowed their brows and looked up at me. I sighed.

“There’s more victims than we are aware of.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

After informing Hotch what information we gathered from the victims bedroom, he called JJ, expecting that they wouldn’t have found anymore information.

However, surprisingly, they had.

Within the past 8 months, there had been atleast ten victims who came in with similar wounds as our victims, however the cuts weren’t as clean. There were mistakes, such as jagged marks, or the slice wasn’t deep enough, or there were several slices around the body rather than one slit in the throat. They had never tied the murders to our current investigation because of the differences in attacks.

“He was practicing...” Reid realized. “Y/N was right. There’s more victims than we initially realized.”

Hotch dialed Garcia.

“Your brilliant and beautiful is speaking, how may I be of assistance?” “Garcia, I need you to look for any cases of stabbings in the past 12 months in our area, primarily attacks that are focused near the throat.”

“Your wish is my command, my gorgeous friend.” The sound of typing ensued. “Alright, in the past 12 months, the furthest attack was 9 months ago, and there are 26 documented attacks, 22 of which are focused around the neck.” Hotch spoke, “Alright, now can you narrow that list down to brunette females between the ages of 35 and 45, above the height of 5′6″.” “13 results.” The team shared a look and nodded.

“That sounds about right, as we can’t assume that all of his attacks went reported. Before he became serial, he probably began covering his tracks.”

I thought for a moment. “If our unsub is attacking victims that resemble his mother, wouldn’t it be likely if his mother was one of his victims?”

Reid glanced at me and nodded in agreement. “It’s common that serial killers who kill for revenge often kill people who resemble their actual target, however over time the high dies down as they know they aren’t killing who they actually wanted to kill. Our killer probably killed a few victims before killing his mother herself. After killing so many people, he’d gotten a taste for it and became unable to stop.”

Hotch spoke again to Garcia. “Garcia, can you look for how many of those victims have children in their 20s or 30s?” “Of course I can... There are 4.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

Hotch gathered the information from Garcia regarding where their families lived, and we decided that we would split up and speak with them in the morning. In the meantime, we would spend the night in a hotel. We all got separate rooms, and we were told to rest well, as tommorow would take a lot of strength.

I got to my room and took a shower, taking my time and enjoying the feeling of the burning water on my back. Today had been a long day, but the trip over was the best I slept in ages, so I couldn’t really complain.

After showering and getting into pajamas, I slid under my covers, although unsurprisingly, I was unable to sleep. I settled for scrolling on my phone in bed, hoping that sleep would eventually take over me. While looking at Rossi’s Instagram photos from a party he went to last weekend, I heard faint shouting from down the hall. I checked the time to see it was nearly 1 in the morning.

Confused and worried, I grabbed my robe, and my gun, and walked over to the door. I opened it, to find none other than Spencer Reid, fist hovering over the door as if about to knock.

He jumped back in surprise at my appearance at the door. “Uh!- Y/N! You’re awake!” I raised an eyebrow at him and took in his appearance. He wore a friendly smile, however the creases in his brow and the bags under his eyes were impossible to not notice.

“Spencer? What are you doing here?” He looked down at the ground. “I uh.. I couldn’t sleep.” I tilted my head to the side in confusion and he continued. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come over, it’s just that I know you’re always up late and you have trouble sleeping yourself sometimes and I-” I cut him off. “Spencer, did you want to come in?” He smiled softly and walked in as I stepped aside.

“Thanks. Sorry again.” “There’s no need to apologize, Spencer. Are you okay?” He grinned tightly. “Of course. I’m just exhausted, yet can’t sleep and I didn’t really want to be alone. I can just crash on the couch.”

I scoffed. “Spencer, don’t be ridiculous. You can take the bed.” He shook his head. “No, Y/N, it’s yours, I can’t ask you to sleep on the couch in your own room.” I thought for a moment. “Would you be okay if we slept in the bed together? Obviously nothing would happen, but we both can’t sleep and I think we’ve realized that we sleep better near eachother.”

Spencer’s cheeks tinged at the mention of this morning. “Y-Yeah, that’s okay with me.” I smiled and sat beside him in the bed.

He looked over at me, tilting his head in surprise. “Y/N, do you sleep with your makeup on?”

I laughed softly. “What are you talking about, Reid?” He ran a hand through his hair, unsure how to proceed. A smile spread across my face as I realized what he was implying. “Spencer, I’m not wearing makeup.”

Reid’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oh!- Uh, sorry then. I just... thought you were.” I grinned before sliding down, staring at the ceiling above us.

“Spencer, how long have you had night terrors?”

He froze for a moment, before shifting uncomfortably. “What happened to not profiling our coworkers?” I turned to face him. “If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine. I’m just worried about you.” He sighed before turning to face me as well.

“I’ve always had them, they just got a lot worse once joining the BAU. And it seems like the more cases we do, the worse they get.” I nodded. “Have you ever seen someone about it?” “Once, but I had to stop because I criticized their techniques since I knew more about what they were doing than they did.”

Laughter bubbled in my throat. “Only you, Spence.” We laughed together for a bit before a comfortable silence settled between us.

“Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Thank you.”

I smiled. “Of course, Spencer.” He hugged me, and we remained in the position, and I fell asleep to the scent of pine and cinnamon.

-*-*-*-*-*-

“Alright, the groups will be as follows- Emily and Y/N, Morgan and Reid, JJ and Rossi, and I will go alone. We will split up to interview these families. Keep in mind that they’ve just lost a loved one. If anyone happens to find anything, inform us and we will meet up. Do not engage with the unsub if you happen to find any information. Your reasoning will fall upon deaf ears. Understood?”

We nodded, and set off. I sipped my coffee, reminding me of the events of this morning. When I woke up, Spencer was gone. I assumed that he left so that things weren’t awkward again in the morning, until he returned. He had brought all of us coffee, and thanked me again for last night. I grinned at the coffee he gave me, as he remembered that I take it black. Beside the fact that he has an eidetic memory which helps him remember these things, it was still a sweet gesture.

After about an hour or so of speaking with the family, we realized there was no way that this was our unsub’s family. Their dynamic was too loving and there was no resentment that could be seen between any of the children. All of the children were also present, and none of them gave any noticeable reaction or indication that they were guilty when we discussed the murders.

As Emily and I headed back to the car, we received a call from Morgan. “Hey, girls. I think we’ve found our guy. The dude had one sibling who explained that his brother always had a tense relationship with his mother. His name is Chase Matthews. Garcia’s currently trying to locate him right now. His brother said he would be at work at this time, but he isn’t sure where he works because he isn’t necessarily involved in his life. Chase was also kicked out of their house when he was younger because his anger tended to scare their mother. If we can find where he works, then we can find him. “

I thought for a moment before a realization crossed my mind. “A butcher-shop.”

Emily looked at me. “What makes you say that?” “He’s done extensive research on the quickest way to kill someone, and has been using test subjects until he perfected his technique. If he isn’t a doctor himself, a butcher is the perfect job for practicing slaughter. He even tried to tell us with the quote from Lamb to the Slaughter.”

Morgan responded, “Good work, gorgeous. I’ll tell Garcia to look for butcher-shops in the area and I’ll text you and the others the address.”

When he hung up, I received a text moments later.

Only butcher shop in the town. Gotta be here.

We left to the address and arrived only moments after Reid and Morgan, as we were closest to the location. We met up with them, to see Morgan on the phone.

“Are you serious? Ugh. Thanks Garcia.” He hung up before turning to us. “Garcia says that for this shop, Matthews’ shift ends in five minutes. We can’t risk him coming outside and seeing the cop cars when they arrive along with all of the agents standing outside of the building. We can’t wait for the others. We have to move now or we’ll lose him.”

Spencer interrupted, “But didn’t Hotch say-” “I know what Hotch said. But this is our only shot.”

We nodded before heading inside. Emily showed her badge to the worker at the front. “We’re with the FBI. We’re looking for a Chase Matthews.”

Immediately, clashing sounded from the back, and a door slammed. We all rushed toward the noise and followed him out the door.

“Chase Matthews!” Morgan screamed. “Stop right there!”

And stop he did. Behind the butcher-shop was a town park. Chase grabbed hold of a woman walking the path and held her against him, butcher-knife against her throat.

“Another step forward and she’s dead.”

We all stopped in our tracks, guns aimed toward him.

“Everyone get out of here!” Emily yelled out to the others in the park. They quickly abided, leaving the park in a panic.

“Don’t come any closer. I can kill her quicker than you can shoot me.” We froze because we knew he was right. He could kill her in just a matter of moments. Regardless, Spencer stepped foward.

“Reid what are you-” “I’ve got this.”

We watched in anticipation, worry across our features.

“Look, Chase, I know how you’re feeling.” The unsub scoffed. “No, I’m being serious. I know how it feels to feel betrayed. I understand how it feels to be rejected. Unwanted.” My heart sunk at his words.

He continued, slowly walking foward.”It doesn’t have to be like this. I know that you felt that killing your mother and anyone who reminded you of her was your only choice. But look at this girl. She looks nothing like your mother. This isn’t neccesary, and you know that. I don’t think that you want to hurt her.” Chase glanced down at the terrified woman and seemed to be considering his words.

“Just let the girl go, and we can talk about this.” Cautiously, the unsub let the girl go. Emily quickly pulled her away from the man and comforted her.

“Thank you. Now please, there’s no need for weapons. Discard your knife.”

Chase glared at Reid. “I’m not an idiot. All of you have guns.”

Spencer paused for a moment before placing his gun on the ground before him, and gesturing for us to do the same.

Morgan scoffed. “Reid, don’t be stupid.”

Spencer glanced at us. “Please. I know what I’m doing.”

“This is a bad idea, Spencer.” I scolded.

“Just trust me.” I frowned and placed my gun on the ground beside me, Emily following suit and Morgan, several glares later, also did.

“Thank you. Now please, give me the knife.

The unsub seemed hesitant but nodded, and held out his hand. Spencer slowly took steps forward. As I watched what was about to happen, the faint hint of a smile on Chase’s face mixed with the knife’s placement on his hand lead me to understand what was about to happen.

“Spencer, wait!-” But it was too late.

We watched in horror as the unsub gripped the knife in his hand before stabbing Reid just below the ribcage. He fell to the ground, blood pooling out from him, as the unsub sprinted in the opposite direction.

“Reid!” I screamed and rushed toward him. Morgan and Emily grabbed their guns and ran to him aswell. “Go, chase after him, I’ll stay with Spencer. What he needs from you right now is to catch him.” Morgan was terrified, but his anger took over and he sprinted after the man faster than I’d ever seen him run before. Emily followed shortly after.

I quickly dialed 911, and then took off my shirt and placed it over his wound, applying pressure in an attempt to stop the blood-flow. “Reid, you’re an idiot, but you’re going to be okay. Hold my hand.” I reached out the hand that wasn’t pressed against his abdomen for him to hold.

He closed his eyes. “Don’t waste your time, Y/L/N. The man knows his anatomy. He’s probably pierced some sort of vital organ. If the bleeding out doesn’t kill me, that will.”

I shook my head, tears glistening in my eyes. “Shut up, Spencer, for once you don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re going to be just fine. Just hold my hand.”

When Spencer mentioned that someone can be tortured without anyone physically touching them, this is exactly what that feels like.

Reid coughed. “Lets just face the reality, Y/N. It’s not going to happen.”

I shushed him, voice becoming higher with fear. “Reid, stop talking. Save your energy. You are going to be fine. Just, please, for the love of god, please hold my hand.”

Whether it be out of his own fear or pity for me, knowing it would make me feel better, Spencer finally let his hand fall in mine. I kept strong pressure, tears falling down my cheeks, until the paramedics arrived.

-*-*-*-*-*-

“You’re an idiot. If you weren’t in a hospital bed I’d be slapping you right now.”

Reid laughed weakly. “Jeez, it’s great to see you too, Y/N.”

Morgan rushed into the room at the sound of Spencer’s voice. “I can’t believe you! Do you understand how worried you made me? I didn’t think you were going to wake up!” The anger in Derek’s words were clear and Spencer cringed, knowing he had messed up. His expression softened. Morgan sighed. “I’m just glad you’re okay, kid. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

The team all rushed in and comforted Reid until the doctors came in and told us we all needed to clear out the room. Spencer played dead for a moment, which the doctor found humorous and allowed for one visitor in the room. After much deliberation, I was allowed to stay.

The team left and I was alone with Spencer and the doctors. I grabbed his hand and squeezed softly.

Reid chuckled, recalling the moments after he was stabbed. “You really just wanna hold my hand, huh, Y/L/N?”

I gasped and feigned offense, laughing with him. “I mean, come on, was it really that hard to just hold my frickin’ hand?”

The laughter died down and I sighed, taking in his appearance. “I feel like this is my fault.”

“Y/N, please. It’s nobody’s fault but myself. I’m the one who made you guys drop your weapons. I didn’t listen to Hotch saying we wouldn’t be able to reason with the unsub, and I paid for it.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, that was pretty stupid.”

Spencer turned his head to face me. “The doctors tell me you saved my life. The knife had just missed a vital organ, so I was wrong again, it really would have been the blood loss that killed me.”

“Wow, it must be my lucky day, proving Dr. Spencer Reid wrong twice in one day.” I laughed to which he smiled softly. “I’m serious, Y/N. Thank you.”

I smiled back at him. “Anything for you, Spence.”

-*-*-*-*-*-

God this took me so long to write. I hope you all enjoyed and as always if there’s a prompt you’d like me to do next let me know!

P.S. Out of curiosity I put this into a machine to count the words and there’s almost 5000 words in this. Just putting that out there ;p

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Charming Chapter 3

Summary: Prince Jungkook was as infuriating as he was beautiful. In line to one day be king, he requested your guidance in the ways of his people. In turn he will make you laugh, give your family fine gifts, and become an invaluable friend. Unfortunately, he will also make you fall in love with him. But the most unfortunate thing of all was his betrothal…to Snow White

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fantasy, Angst, Snow white/au

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4635

Warnings: None for this chapter. Future warnings are TW: Major character “death” TW: Thoughts of suicide TW: Attempted suicide. Nothing is graphically described. Chapters will be noted when these things take place.

“Y/N, will you take some of these berries for the dwarfs?” Your mother called from the kitchen and you quickly finished with your hair, walking from your bedroom. Your father and Peter were already working in the corner and you walked towards your mother who held a large basket out for you to take.

“Is there anything else you wish for me to bring?”

“Go get some eggs from the coop,” your mother hummed, shuffling around the kitchen, “and take this milk too. I worry about those men, all alone in the forest. They work in the mines all day and have no one to care for them when they return home.”

“Doc cares for them, and Bashful is a surprisingly good cook. I’ve enjoyed every soup he’s ever made.”

“Yes, well, they don’t have any animals and they can’t grow any crops that far in the forest. I don’t understand why they insist on staying there year after year.”

You watched as she finished bustling around the room, grabbing all the supplies and settling them carefully in the basket beside the bundle of berries. “I perfectly understand it, mother. Not only do they enjoy the solitude, but no one stares or misjudges them there. They have the freedom to be themselves.”

“That is a life worth envying,” your mother admitted, coming to stand in front of you, “but it is not our life. You know that, do you not?”

You sighed, nodding. “I do.”

. .

The walk to the dwarf’s house was typically long. They lived deep in the forest, where only small pockets of light broke through to their den. You had just made it to the outskirts of the forest when you heard someone calling your name.

You turned to find the prince, waving and moving towards you, smile bright on his face. “Good morning!” He said once he’d come to stand before you. “I’m so glad to have caught you. My father is ill this morning so I have some free time.”

“Is your father well?” You asked, turning to him with surprise, “does he need anything?”

“Oh, he is well.” Jungkook smiled handsomely. “Only a cold, but we meet with diplomats this evening and he wishes to be well rested for that, so he is sleeping longer.”

You nodded, adjusting the basket on your arm and the prince turned to survey your figure. “Where are you going this morning?”

“I am dropping this basket of food off at a friend’s home. Perhaps you would like to come?” You inquired. “They are part of your kingdom, but not many know of their existence. They like to keep to themselves.”

Jungkook smiled, clapping his hands together. “I would love to come!” You began to walk into the forest, Jungkook following beside you.

“Why have they chosen to live in such a strange place, though? It is so dark in here.” Jungkook surveyed his surroundings, watching as the light ebbed from in front of you, the forest darkening the further you moved forward. There were enough patches of light along the way that you never felt as though you were in danger of injury or getting lost, but you supposed it was quite strange for someone new.

“Well, you will better understand once you’ve met them, but I would like to prepare you so you’re not so surprised when you do. They are dwarfs, you see, and they enjoy their privacy. When they are out in the open, people can be unkind so they prefer to keep to themselves.”

“Dwarfs!” Jungkook cried in delight and you looked over at him, startled. “My father told me about them. He said they disappeared a long time ago and he wasn’t even sure they were still alive.”

“They are alive.” You confirmed. “They grew tired of the comments and the stares. The forest provides the type of solitude they were seeking. Besides, it is closer to the mines where they work, so it was a reasonable decision for them.”

“How did you come to know of them?” Jungkook inquired, lifting a branch from out of your way and you thanked him, moving forward.

“I’ve always known them.” You remarked, stepping over a fallen tree branch. “My mother knew them when she was a young girl, they were close friends with her family. When they moved into the forest, my mother and her family would still visit them. I grew up knowing them well and visiting them often. They don’t always have access to fresh food, the way we do in the village, so often my mother will send me with a basket to make sure they are well.”

“Will they accept my presence or is it better that I not join you?” Jungkook asked carefully.

You smiled, stepping over a small stream and the prince followed after you, eyes watching the dimly lit pathway carefully. “I am sure they will appreciate the sentiment, but as their future king, you should most certainly meet them. You can take their thoughts and opinions into account in the future when you have decisions to make for the kingdom.”

Jungkook nodded and you reached out for his hand suddenly. He stared down at your fingers, wrapped around his own and you ignored the racing in your heart. “It gets even darker here,” you explained, “it would be easier to guide you like this.”

He nodded, following quietly behind you, steps labored and careful as you parted shrubbery. Conversation ceased for the time being, only the sounds of the forest and the prince’s breathing could be heard. The breeze whistled through the trees, creating soft music in the silence. The density of the forest should have scared you, perhaps, but after years of meandering the trail, it had become familiar to you.

One of the only moments you truly felt at peace was on this walk to the dwarf’s home. It was a sort of melancholy that was welcome in moments like these; allowing your thoughts to drift pleasantly, focusing on nothing in particular.

Finally, you stepped from the darkness into the glade, pockets of sunshine warming the ground and the lone cottage in its center. A small white cottage with a roof of straw, timber framing, and a dark blue door greeted you. Smoke was wafting from the chimney against the side and the morning firewood was lying beside the chopping block; ax leaning against the nearby tree.

“I should tell you,” you said suddenly, turning to look at the prince who was surveying the cottage with equal parts wonder and awe. He turned to look at you, dark eyes steady when they greeted yours. “The dwarves have names, but they share them with no one. They have never said why, only that names have meaning. So, they have chosen nicknames that we may address them with. I will introduce you when we are inside, but I wanted to warn you because their names are…unconventional.”

“Unconventional?” Jungkook echoed and you smiled.

“You will see. Would you like me to keep your true identity hidden?”

The prince shook his head, gazing back over the cottage. “That seems unnecessary in this case.”

He followed after you as you led the way to the cottage, rapping your knuckles lightly against the wooden door before pushing gently inside. Jungkook waited on the threshold while you peeked around the corner, smiling as you were greeted by Doc at the stove and Sleepy lounging across the tattered sofa.

“Good morning, Doc.” You greeted, standing straight as you entered the door.

“Y/N, please, come in! I was just preparing porridge. Would you like some?”

He held a bowl up for your inspection and you walked to his side, staring down into the offering. “I would love to have a bowl with you. Before I do, though, I brought a friend that I would really like you to meet.”

Doc’s eyebrows rose into the shag of his grey hair and you could see Sleepy rise to his elbows from the corner of your eye. “A friend?” Doc inquired. “You have brought another person with you?”

You nodded, moving back to the door, “I have and I believe you will understand why once you meet him.”

Jungkook hesitated as you waved him forward before taking a tentative step into the room, eyes searching out the occupants. He bowed carefully, watching as Doc placed the bowl down on the countertop and you gazed between the two of them with a smile.

“This is his highness, Prince Jungkook. He saw me by coincidence this morning as I was making my way here and I invited him to come. He will be the next ruler of our kingdom and I wanted him to know you were still here; to have your voices heard.”

“You have my utmost discretion.” The prince said gently, “I understand your reasons for choosing to live here in the forest and I respect and will honor your privacy. I am looking to meet and become acquainted with all my subjects so that I can be a good king. The kingdom shouldn’t be peaceful for only the monarchy, but I cannot bring true peace without knowing the thoughts of my people.”

You watched the two dwarfs think, years of oppression guiding their hesitation.

“What’s to think of?” Happy said suddenly, loud and jovial, from the staircase. He came to walk towards the prince, hands extended in greeting.

“The fact that our freedom here is now threatened.” Grumpy grumbled from behind him, still stood on the landing of the stairs. “What were you thinking, girl?”

“I was thinking that you deserve to have a representative.” You replied, back straight as you looked at him. He was often in a foul mood, but he had a gentle heart under the steely exterior and he’d always had a soft spot for you.

“Come now,” Happy grinned, tutting at the skepticism of the others. “We have said for years now that we wish we could have our thoughts heard and our issues dealt with. Now that we can, you suddenly hesitate?”

“At what cost?” Grumpy scowled and Happy laughed, coming to link his arm through yours.

“You think too much, my friend. Come you two, sit down and eat with us. Grumpy, please go call the others for breakfast.”

Happy led the two of you to the table and you sat, eyeing Grumpy gingerly as he huffed, stomping up the stairs. “Don’t mind him, your highness.” Happy grinned, moving towards the stove where he ladled porridge into a bowl and returned to the table to serve the prince. “He has a loud bark, but it is all a facade.”

Doc took the bowl from the countertop, delivering it to you at the table and you smiled, thanking him. “I know this is a lot very suddenly.” You said calmly as the other dwarfs came from downstairs, eyes drawn to the prince beside you. “I would not have made this decision if I felt it would truly endanger you, however. You know I think very highly of you and I think highly of the prince as well. He is kind and he will try his best to be your advocate and friend.”

The dwarfs stood, beards long and scraggly, Dopey’s tucked haphazardly into the belt at his waist and you smiled as his lips quirked lopsidedly upwards. “I like your hat.” He whispered, pointing at Jungkook’s head.

Jungkook smiled, the apples of his cheeks dusted rose. “Thank you. I like yours too.”

You leaned into the prince’s side whispering quick introductions as the dwarfs filled vacant spaces by the stairs.

The fire crackled and popped softly from the living room and Bashful moved to open the kitchen windows, allowing the breeze from the forest to waft into the room. Birds chirped from outside the window, a branch from the apple tree hanging low enough to see.

The mood of the room seemed to ease with the calm of the spring morning. Wooden chairs scraped across oak flooring as the dwarfs made to sit down. Sleepy filled a jug with water before returning to the table.

“When did you start spending time with the prince?” Doc asked after everyone had sat down at the table together. He surveyed you with a careful interest as you dipped your spoon into your porridge, stirring to cool it down.

“We’ve been meeting for around a fortnight now. He asked for my help in getting to know the village since he’s been away for so long. Any kingdom would benefit from an active and generous king, don’t you think?”

“May I ask how you have made a living?” The prince asked carefully, “Y/N has informed me that you are miners.”

“That is correct.” Doc replied, some of the porridge dripping from his spoon and into his beard. He paid it no mind as he continued to eat. “We mine in the mountains and then barter and sell in the mountain villages. It provides us with a living enough to afford what we need.”

“Why do you not barter and sell in this village?” Jungkook asked curiously. Grumpy frowned, grumbling under his breath and Happy chuckled, patting his arm.

“You see, we left this village many years ago because of prejudice. Before the two of you were even born, the people in the village were not kind and they didn’t accept differences. We felt it was easier to just leave.”

“I’ve tried to tell them that I believe the people are different now,” you said, gaze switching to the prince, “but they have such a lovely spot and home here that there is really no reason to leave.”

“You only wish to save yourself a trip.” Grumpy mumbled around his spoon and you scoffed, sending him a playful glare.

“I would never. I enjoy the exercise and scenery.”

“What was your thought when you came here today?” Doc asked, eyes trained on the prince.

Jungkook was poised, wiping his mouth with a cloth from the table before setting it beside his bowl. “It was pure coincidence that I found Y/N walking here today. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to spare any time in my day due to lessons and training, but when I found some time I rushed towards her home and saw her ready to enter the forest. I asked to accompany her and was pleased to hear you were still in the kingdom. My father had told me about you years ago, said that you hadn’t been seen since he was a boy.”

The prince paused; brows furrowed in thought. “My father is a good man and he tries to do what he thinks is best for his kingdom, but he does not know the people and was taught by his own father to mind the politics. I believe that is important to an extent, but I also believe that the thoughts of my people can build the kingdom you wish and deserve to live in. I can’t know your thoughts unless I meet you face to face and hear them, so I am trying my best to do what I say and say what I mean.”

The dwarfs seemed impressed with his answer, though Grumpy still kept a frown tightly fastened to his lips. It had been a long time since they’d met with people in this village who were willing to hear their thoughts.

“I don’t expect you to forgo your privacy,” Jungkook continued, “I am very willing to always come to where you are. I can understand, to an extent, being treated differently because of situations out of one’s control. I don’t wish to strain things for you further but I do hope you will permit me to learn from you and about you.”

“You don’t need an answer now.” You confirmed, “I need to return home shortly anyway, my mother wants my help in the garden this morning. I think you will be happy you gave the prince a chance, though. I know I’m happy I did.”

Jungkook smiled over at you, dark eyes gently tracing the contours of your face. “I’m happy you did too.” He agreed.

After you’d helped the prince find his way back out of the forest and said your goodbyes, you wandered slowly back to your home. Your head was fuzzy with warmth to match the humidity of the late morning. You still couldn’t quite believe the same pompous little boy you’d known all those years ago had grown into such a kind and considerate man.

A carriage in front of your home caught your attention and you moved forward quickly, arriving shortly after it had pulled away. You stepped into the kitchen where your mother stood at the table admiring a terracotta decanter painted in blue and gold and perched on top of a large oak barrel.

“What is that?” You inquired and your mother looked up at you suddenly, lips curving up.

“It’s grape wine!”

You nearly dropped the empty basket, moving forward quickly to set it on the table. “Grape wine?” You asked, running your fingers across the grains of oak. “How did we acquire grape wine?”

Wine was for the wealthy, far too expensive for your family to have ever reasonably gotten. Ale was common at your dinner tables but never wine. You’d never even tasted it.

“It is a gift from the prince!” Your mother squealed excitedly. “One of the servants just brought it now.”

“A gift from the prince?” You asked, surprise and affection ballooning in your chest. “What for?”

“I don’t know,” your mother shook her head, grabbing two small cups and returning to the table. “But we should surely show our gratitude by drinking some. Don’t you agree?”

Her smile was infectious and you laughed, taking the proffered cup from her hand. “We should be ungrateful if we didn’t.” You agreed.

The stars seemed brighter this evening, a soft glow that lit up the field around you. The village had quieted by this hour, nearly all its occupants retiring to their beds for the night.

Your mind was unusually lively tonight. It danced from thought to thought, most of which were centered around the prince. His ball was this evening, all the gentry from near and far in attendance. Distantly, you wondered if Snow was there too. An odd emotion bloomed in your chest, something you neither understood nor could place.

Your mother would sometimes make sweet candies for you when you were a child and you liked to imagine a princess in a castle would eat a never-ending supply of such treats.

You could almost hear the strings of the lute, if you listened hard enough perhaps you would. It was better not to covet what the prince had, but a dance would surely be nice. “We wondered where you were.”

The evening was dark, but the moon illuminated the figures of your friends as they moved towards you. Else and Peter both took a seat on either side of you, laying back and the wind rustled your dress gently.

“You have found me.” You smiled. Peter slid his hand behind his head, light blonde waves tumbling out of place. “I feel as though I’ve not seen you outside in so long.”

Peter turned to smile at you, blue eyes black in the night. “Did you miss me?” He teased and you scoffed, pushing him away as he laughed. “The ball is tonight so I finally have the opportunity to be free. At least for tonight.”

“Can you imagine?” Else sighed, breathless at the thought, “a ball. Dancing and fine dresses, so much food you couldn’t even possibly eat it all. I think I would look well in a ball gown.”

“You would look well in a gown.” You agreed. “I don’t think there is anything you wouldn’t look well in.”

She nodded thoughtfully and Peter gazed over at you. “I think you would look equally lovely in a gown, Y/N. Perhaps someday I can make you something?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him. “With what fabric?” You teased and he smiled, shrugging.

“I shall find some.”

“What of me?” Else complained, sitting up to look over at him. “Will you not make me a gown too?”

“Have Alaric do it.” Peter grinned and Else huffed.

“He makes cheese, Peter. He knows nothing of finer things.” She flopped back down on the grass, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Perhaps someday we shall have our own ball. We can make beautiful dresses from old dresses we have and flower crowns. It could be wonderful.” You surmised.

“It sounds less grand with old fabric.” Else pouted and you agreed, though silently.

“Well, perhaps when you marry a duke, we can talk of finer things.” You grinned, “You’re the only one among us who is fair enough to secure such a marriage. I’m afraid the duty falls on your shoulders.”

“The price of beauty.” Else sighed drearily. “Do you think the prince’s betrothed is at the ball tonight?”

You remained silent, the strange sensation in your chest returning. “I would assume so,” Peter supplied, “at such a formal occasion, it seems only proper that she would be there.”

“Perhaps they are dancing now.” Else sighed, “a very pretty thought.”

“Do you work with my father again tomorrow, Peter?” You inquired and he turned his gaze towards you.

He was handsome enough and had a fine figure with broad shoulders. You hoped that if you had sons, they would inherit his shoulders. Your own fathers were slender and compact.

He made you laugh and he was kind; truly you were lucky. So many women in the village could not say the same. Perhaps you could fall in love with him in time.

“Not tomorrow. We have time to rest before our next task. I shall be working with my father and brother at the farm.”

“Else, will you be with your father at the bakery again tomorrow?” You asked, turning to look at your friend.

She nodded; eyes still trained on the stars. “Of course, my help is invaluable to him. Will you be working in the home?”

“Yes, my mother is angry with me for being out so much.”

“Where have you been recently?” Peter asked suddenly and you realized your mistake.

“She’s been with that friend from another village.” Else replied nonchalantly, sweeping a wisp of dark hair from her cheek. “He’s very handsome.”

“Handsome?” Peter asked, sitting up. “Who is he?”

You sighed, sitting up yourself. “No one to worry yourself about, he is just a friend. He asked me to show him the village and I did so. He was only passing through for a short time.”

“So, he has gone?” Peter asked, eyes trained on the side of your face as you kept your vision forward.

“Yes,” you lied, standing suddenly and dusting off your dress. “Neither of you need worry about him. I must return home; I assume I will see you on the morrow?”

You didn’t wait for the reply, heading quickly back up the dirt lane towards your home, now shrouded in the darkness of the evening.

The days passed like that of a bittern walking in the marsh, sluggish and quiet. You’d not seen the prince since the afternoon in the forest. Your mother had filled another basket this morning with fresh food and eggs and you moved slowly through the brush and into the forest as you pondered his absence.

It shouldn’t have felt so strange to be missing his presence; the fact that you’d grown accustomed to it at all is what should have been the more peculiar. Yet, you found it odd without him by your side; like he’d carved a permanent spot for himself in your life.

You thought that the morning after the ball you would see him once more, but it had been nearly a fortnight since then and you’d not heard even a rumor of him. Perhaps it was best; it was dangerous to become accustomed to the company of a prince, especially if the funny feeling in your chest remained.

The dwarfs would not be home at this hour, busy deep in the mountain’s mines, so the smoke rising from the chimney was surprising. You paused a moment, surveying the small cabin from the tree line before moving forward towards the house and pushing against the door, feeling the give as it swayed inward.

In the center of the kitchen, looking very out of place, stood a young woman in a beautiful gold and blue gown, tall partlet shielding her neck and raven hair held fast in a golden snood. She was striking in appearance, with fair skin, dark eyes, lips red as a rose, and a soft, pointed nose.

She hummed sweetly as she cut strawberries and you cleared your throat, garnering her attention all at once. “Oh!” She gasped softly, looking up at you. She was even prettier now that you could see her entire face. Delicate and feminine, you wondered who she was and why she was here.

“Good morning.” You greeted, watching as a smile lit up her features, eyes sparkling brightly. “I’m afraid we’ve not yet met. Do you know the dwarfs?”

“Oh my, it’s such a pleasure to see another woman.” She smiled, hands clapping together, “Yes, the dwarfs and I have become recent friends. They need a woman’s touch, don’t you agree? Poor dears. Do you know them well?”

You nodded, moving slowly towards where she stood in the kitchen. “Yes, all my life. I come to deliver fresh produce as often as I can. Did you arrive recently?” You placed the basket with goods on the kitchen table and the young woman busied herself with kneading the dough on the counter top.

“Fairly recently, yes.” She smiled, “They’ve allowed me to stay with them for the time being. It’s very kind of them. I try to do my part to show my gratitude.”

You nodded, fingers fiddling with the white cloth covering your basket. “Your dress is very beautiful,” you remarked, watching her pause to look down at her gown. “Do you always wear something so ornate to bake?”

She smiled, shaking her head, “not normally. I have many fine clothes, but this dress is unusually grand. I’m afraid I didn’t have much time to change before coming here.”

“That dress is all you have with you?” You asked in surprise and she stopped working to look up at you. Her features, so pretty and delicate, pinched in thought.

“I’m afraid so. I’m very out of place, aren’t I?” She laughed, bright and melodic.

“Who are you?” You finally inquired, abrupt but curious.

She wiped her hands on a towel, tittering nervously and you watched as she smoothed her fingers down the fabric of her gown. It was expensive, you could tell. She had to be someone in the gentry.

“Goodness, I have forgotten my manners. My name is Margit Katherine Apellonia Von Geet, but please, call me Snow.”

Ah, of course…a princess.

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Charming Chapter 3

Summary: Prince Seokjin was as infuriating as he was beautiful. In line to one day be king, he requested your guidance in the ways of his people. In turn he will make you laugh, give your family fine gifts, and become an invaluable friend. Unfortunately, he will also make you fall in love with him. But the most unfortunate thing of all was his betrothal…to Snow White

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fantasy, Angst, Snow white/au

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4635

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“Is there anything else you wish for me to bring?”

“Doc cares for them, and Bashful is a surprisingly good cook. I’ve enjoyed every soup he’s ever made.”

“Yes, well, they don’t have any animals and they can’t grow any crops that far in the forest. I don’t understand why they insist on staying there year after year.”

“That is a life worth envying,” your mother admitted, coming to stand in front of you, “but it is not our life. You know that, do you not?”

You sighed, nodding. “I do.”

~~<3~~

“Is your father well?” You asked, turning to him with surprise, “does he need anything?”

“Oh, he is well.” Jin smiled handsomely. “Only a cold, but we meet with diplomats this evening and he wishes to be well rested for that, so he is sleeping longer.”

You nod, adjusting the basket on your arm and the prince turns to survey your figure. “Where are you going this morning?”

Jin smiled, clapping his hands together. “I would love to come!” You began to walk into the forest, Jin following beside you.

“Why have they chosen to live in such a strange place, though? It is so dark in here.” Jin surveyed his surroundings, watching as the light ebbed from in front of you, the forest darkening the further you moved forward. There were enough patches of light along the way that you never felt as though you were in danger of injury or getting lost, but you supposed it was quite strange for someone new.

“Dwarfs!” Jin cried in delight and you looked over at him, startled. “My father told me about them. He said they disappeared a long time ago and he wasn’t even sure they were still alive.”

“How did you come to know of them?” Jin inquired, lifting a branch from out of your way and you thanked him, moving forward.

“Will they accept my presence or is it better that I not join you?” Jin asked carefully.

Jin nodded and you reached out for his hand suddenly. He stared down at your fingers, wrapped around his own and you ignored the racing in your heart. “It gets even darker here,” you explained, “it would be easier to guide you like this.”

“Unconventional?” Jin echoed and you smiled.

“You will see. Would you like me to keep your true identity hidden?”

The prince shook his head, gazing back over the cottage. “That seems unnecessary in this case.”

He followed after you as you led the way to the cottage, rapping your knuckles lightly against the wooden door before pushing gently inside. Jin waited on the threshold while you peeked around the corner, smiling as you were greeted by Doc at the stove and Sleepy lounging across the tattered sofa.

“Good morning, Doc.” You greeted, standing straight as you entered the door.

“Y/N, please, come in! I was just preparing porridge. Would you like some?”

You nodded, moving back to the door, “I have and I believe you will understand why once you meet him.”

Jin hesitated as you waved him forward before taking a tentative step into the room, eyes searching out the occupants. He bowed carefully, watching as Doc placed the bowl down on the countertop and you gazed between the two of them with a smile.

“This is his highness, Prince Seokjin. He saw me by coincidence this morning as I was making my way here and I invited him to come. He will be the next ruler of our kingdom and I wanted him to know you were still here; to have your voices heard.”

“You have my utmost discretion.” The prince said gently, “I understand your reasons for choosing to live here in the forest and I respect and will honor your privacy. I am looking to meet and become acquainted with all my subjects so that I can be a good king. The kingdom shouldn’t be peaceful for only the monarchy but I cannot bring true peace without knowing the thoughts of my people.”

You watched the two dwarfs think, years of oppression guiding their hesitation. “What’s to think of?” Happy said suddenly, loud and jovial, from the staircase. He came to walk towards the prince, hands extended in greeting.

“The fact that our freedom here is now threatened.” Grumpy grumbled from behind him, still stood on the landing of the stairs. “What were you thinking, girl?”

“At what cost?” Grumpy scowled and Happy laughed, coming to link his arm through yours.

“You think too much, my friend. Come you two, sit down and eat with us. Grumpy, please go call the others for breakfast.”

Jin smiled, the apples of his cheeks dusted rose. “Thank you. I like yours too.”

You leaned into the prince’s side whispering quick introductions as the dwarfs filled vacant spaces by the stairs.

“May I ask how you have made a living?” The prince asked carefully, “Y/N has informed me that you are miners.”

“Why do you not barter and sell in this village?” Jin asked curiously. Grumpy frowned, grumbling under his breath and Happy chuckled, patting his arm. “You see, we left this village many years ago because of prejudice. Before the two of you were even born, the people in the village were not kind and they didn’t accept differences. We felt it was easier to just leave.”

“You only wish to save yourself a trip.” Grumpy mumbled around his spoon and you scoffed, sending him a playful glare.

“I would never. I enjoy the exercise and scenery.”

“What was your thought when you came here today?” Doc asked, eyes trained on the prince.

Jin was poised, wiping his mouth with a cloth from the table before setting it beside his bowl. “It was pure coincidence that I found Y/N walking here today. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to spare any time in my day due to lessons and training, but when I found some time I rushed towards her home and saw her ready to enter the forest. I asked to accompany her and was pleased to hear you were still in the kingdom. My father had told me about you years ago, said that you hadn’t been seen since he was a boy.”

“I don’t expect you to forgo your privacy,” Jin continued, “I am very willing to always come to where you are. I can understand, to an extent, being treated differently because of situations out of one’s control. I don’t wish to strain things for you further but I do hope you will permit me to learn from you and about you.”

Jin smiled over at you, dark eyes gently tracing the contours of your face. “I’m happy you did too.” He agreed.

“What is that?” You inquired and your mother looked up at you suddenly, lips curving up.

“It’s grape wine!”

You nearly dropped the empty basket, moving forward quickly to set it on the table. “Grape wine?” You asked, running your fingers across the grains of oak. “How did we acquire grape wine?”

Wine was for the wealthy, far too expensive for your family to have ever reasonably gotten. Ale was common at your dinner tables but never wine. You’d never even tasted it.

“It is a gift from the prince!” Your mother squealed excitedly. “One of the servants just brought it now.”

“A gift from the prince?” You asked, surprise and affection ballooning in your chest. “What for?”

“I don’t know,” your mother shook her head, grabbing two small cups and returning to the table. “But we should surely show our gratitude by drinking some. Don’t you agree?”

Her smile was infectious and you laughed, taking the proffered cup from her hand. “We should be ungrateful if we didn’t.” You agreed.

~~<3~~

The crickets chirped softly, their song carrying with the breeze through the brush. The grass underneath your back prickled into the skin of your arms and hands. You rubbed blades of grass between your fingers, eyes heavy as you watched the lightning bugs dance across your vision. The stars seemed brighter this evening, a soft glow that lit up the field around you. The village had quieted by this hour, nearly all its occupants retiring to their beds for the night.

Like the blood was flowing too quickly to your heart and it made you feel uneasy. You could imagine the ballroom, filled with the glow of candles and the aroma of sweet pies and savory roast. You’d never experienced it for yourself, but you’d heard from your father how exquisite the smell could be. Like warm cream and butter and a sprinkle of sugar. Your mother would sometimes make sweet candies for you when you were a child and you liked to imagine a princess in a castle would eat a never-ending supply of such treats.