#Orion is my oc's under cover name

[lyriumsings]

oh damn I was just wondering if I should ask if you took oc questions and I saw a post about you wanting to talk about them. so. this is your sign: free pass tell me whatever you want about whoever you want. I’d like to know stuff about them (please. thank.)

This ask has literally been sitting here for like a year and I can’t stop thinking about my infamous mc so i’m gonna use this as a sort of preview introduction lol so anon if you’re out there im so sorry lmaooo and i absolutely love asks about my brain blorbos or anything really ngl i’ll probably copy and paste all this information to their Official Art ™️

Name: Octavia “Tavvi” Blackwater

Stage name: Tavvi

Pronouns: they/she

Sexuality: Bisexual

Band name: Beneath the Challenger (BTC). Octavia came up with the name and it’s basically a metaphor for them being super depressed lmao. It comes from the Challenger Deep which is the lowest point on earth beneath the Mariana’s trench.

Vocal Insp: donna missal (pinnacle voice bc for them tbh), The pretty reckless, the haunt

Music Insp: The Pretty Reckless, The Haunt, (for all of these bands i have very specific songs that i plug in as BTC’s lyrics lmao i have a playlist for them that i basically hc as their songs), Bad Omens (Just Pretend is SUCH a seven x mc song and i hc it as BTC’s best song), Mothica (VICES tho), and Honey Revenge! Here’s their playlist it grows everyday lmao

Fandom: Aquanauts. I hc that Maya figured out the bands meaning and picked based on that, Octavia genuinely loves it and finds it cute. And somehow the fact that the name makes sense to what the band name is makes them feel very seen and comforted tbh

Ep: Under the Water

Favorite unreleased single: The Slowest Heart (Which i actually took from Gilded Lily bc that song has heavy Octavia x Seven vibes) They have “the slowest heart” tattooed on there left rib age side boob area lol Although I feel like if she wrote it it’d be closer to the sped up version and a bit angrier mixed with hurt but the lyrics are perfect)

Romance: Seven’s ex. Still has his initials and doesn’t bother to cover it. And they are harboring a very blatant crush on Orion that if they’re being honest about started specifically because Orion seems pretty unattainable and they have no actual expectations of that fantasy becoming a reality (at least at first). Some cute stuff about them and seven tho: I hc fans called them Seven8 cuz Octavia means 8 or i guess Setavia works but Seven8 is so cute to me. And that seven had them in his phone as “8” and Octavia had him as “7 Ducky”

Some backstory:

Octavia is biracial her mom is white and her dad is black (specifically has afro indigenous roots but he was a foster kid so very estranged from these cultures) does not have a good relationship with their parents at all. Their parents didn’t really want kids? Sort of had Octavia because that’s what they were “supposed” to do next after getting married. Octavia is very much just an item checked off a list in a lot of ways regarding them. Very much the type of people who probably shouldn’t have had a kid not because they didn’t provide physically but they’re just emotionally nonexistent and incredibly dismissive lol. So yeah, so she had a very lonely childhood.

They did lots of ballet/contemporary dancing and soft ball which she does still actually enjoy as hobbies presently, but for the most part she’s obsessed with music and making music. They have a bat from highschool that they call “Lucky Lucy” where for two separate games in a row she hit nothing but home runs with it. Now, she takes it to every show and makes everybody touch Lucky Lucy before performing.

Octavia is obsessed with old hollywood glamour and old movies/shows from that era— most specifically Audrey Hempburn. They have several references/quotes from her tattooed on them: “never throw out anyone” is a partial quote from “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw anyone out.” that they have tattooed directly under their S.D. tattoo which is my favorite lol and another is “i was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” probably on their opposite forearm from S.D. (There’s more but i gotta map them out.) They can do a transatlantic accent, and did so for many months as a teen to annoy their parents.

Lastly, romantic history: before Seven they had a girlfriend, Maria. Who was pretty much their polar opposite—very straight laced, serious, and structured but also incredibly sweet, polite, absolute wifey material—and honestly while she supported Octavia’s dream on a surface level she thought Octavia needed a more concrete plan for the future. They dated for about half of high school and split amicably when it became clear that Octavia wasn’t going to change/Octavia’s underlying feelings for Seven became a bit too obvious to ignore. They’re still in contact and friendly and Maria is married and has two kids.

Post Seven, Octavia had one serious relationship that was on and off for 8 months about a year after their initial split. It was bad. Incredibly toxic content warning type bad. Dean Clayton was the lead singer of another indie band Violet Vapors and was a general misogynistic piece of shit. It was a they just didn’t see the red flags until they were already in it type situation, bc no one advertises themself as a pos partner obvs. She doesn’t like to talk about it and borderline actively ignores it, but if they ever saw him again they’d probably take their bat to him tbh. Octavia is in a muuuuch better place now (comparatively speaking, which i mean the bar is in hell so do with that what ye will) still does drugs and drinks but it’s not nearly as bad as uhhh this era of their life.

#infamous if #oc: octavia blackwater #ANYWAY YEAH ART COMING SOON HOPEFULLY #god that was a fucking novel #as you can tell they’re on my mind quite a bit #oc info #will probably reblog to my art blog later just so i don’t lose the information #asks #answered #long post #super fucking long post

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

A disturbed slumber

A little short story about the lives of Lance and my OC Farmer Julian, because I'm craving fluff 💕

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"Morning, sleepyhead, wake uuuup."

"Mmmm... Five more minutes..."

Julian sighed softly and kept looking at Lance: no matter how much he tried to pretend he was pouting, the sight of his beautiful, sleepy husband made his eyes soften and his heart melt.

Young farmer turned to the nightstand beside the bed: the dial showed seven in the morning. It didn't look like morning from the window, though, for winter days were short, and now it was the middle of the cold season.

The whole farm was covered with a white, fluffy blanket, the snowdrifts reaching down to his knees, no less. Julian got up from the warm bed, which beckoned to stay warm longer, and decided to open the window, letting the frozen fresh air into the room. Brrr! Even though it was cold, the freshness of the morning was always invigorating. Lance, who was still in bed, didn't appreciate the breeze, and, muttering something, wrapped himself more tightly in the blanket. Julian burst out laughing.

"You sure are spoiled", Julian said softly, quietly, with a smile on his face.

Life on Gildergreen Farm, as in the whole of the Stardew Valley, has come to a standstill. Plots of fertile land were covered with snow; chickens, cows, goats, and other animals slept in warm barns and coops, well-fed, well-groomed, and happy, so that there was no need to worry about them in the morning. The pumpkin growing in the greenhouse for the upcoming Winter Star (because what's a holiday without pumpkin pie!) was still ripening and didn't need urgent attention either.

Even their dog Orion, a faithful four-legged friend and comrade, also lay near the warm radiator, seeing dog dreams about treats and steak. Next to him, snoring softly was the black cat Julian and Lance had named Midnight. A homeless creature that they found (well, "found"- a fluffy black fur ball came to them on the threshold of the house and meowed until they took it under their roof).

Everything was in deep sleep, and only the young farmer had gotten up at such an early hour out of habit, what an outrage! He even tries to make his favorite person wake up - a real crime, no other way! He kinda wanted so much to get into a warm and comfortable bed again, to embrace his adored husband, to feel the warmth of his beloved man.

But instead, Julian, because of his playfulness, decided to do some teasing.

He came back to the bed, sat on the edge where Lance was sleeping, slowly pulled the blanket off him, and leaned closer to kiss his neck, his cheek, his ear. Lance muffled mooing at the touch of warm lips on his sensitive skin, fidgeting with the sheet, drowsiness making him unable to realize whether he was pulling away from the kisses or exposing his neck to make Julian more comfortable.

"Hmnng... Julian..."

"Time to get up, my dear. The nobles sleep until noon, but true warriors and adventurers wake at first light", Julian, without remorse and with a cheeky grin, continued to leave wet paths on his half-asleep husband's skin.

Eventually, even Lance's patience came to an end, and when he finally opened his eyes, he grabbed Julian's arm, and with one tug, fell the young man over himself onto the bed. Julian realized with a gasp of surprise that in an instant he was already lying with his back on the soft mattress, his hands intercepted by one of Lance's arms. Lance sat down on his hips and looked up at Julian with a slightly angry look. Julian couldn't help but notice how adorably disheveled Lance's hair was, a little crumpled and uncombed.

In seconds, the sullen expression of a man whose sleep had been shamelessly disturbed was replaced by a sly smile that young farmer didn't like. With his free hand, the pink-haired adventurer pulled up Julian's night shirt and touched his belly, causing Julian to jump and yelp.

The realization came too late.

"Oh, no no no... Lance, no, don't-"

Quickly running his fingers over and over, Lance tickled the most sensitive place on Julian's body, listening with delight as his husband shrieked and laughed, trying to free himself from his grip.

Orion was also awake from the noises and was watching them with interest, tail wagging. Midnight, having noticed the source of the noise, looked on indifferently, yawned and went back to sleep.

Julian kicked and jerked his legs helplessly, unable to throw his tormentor husband off his hips.

"Lance, please! Hahaha! Mercy! Mercy!"

Julian pleaded, still giggling and laughing, and Lance stopped only when he saw tears welling up in his husband's multicolored eyes.

"You're awful", Julian said dramatically, trying to catch his breath.

"Says the man who woke me up this early", Lance watched victoriously how Julian's chest rise and fall. He then gently cupped Julian's chin and kissed him on the lips.

"Stay in bed with me a little longer, my love. It's not often we get a chance to snuggle in bed like that"

Julian wanted to pout some more, but Lance's raised hands in a threat to tickle made Julian realize his fight was lost.

"Fine", feigning displeasure, Julian opened his arms wider, sinking into Lance's arms and feeling him cover both of them with a fluffy blanket. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

Everything fell back into deep slumber again.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve lance #farmer julian #just some fluff because fuck angst #i want them being dorks and lovely birds

[awful-roffle-archive]

🌹🍄🍂 for callie my beloved, 🌾💐🌺 for orion and 🌳🥀💫 for trinity!!! :] <3

HELLO THIS HAS TAKEN ME. WEEKS TO DO. IM SORRY

also i am putting this under a cut bc wow long post is long

tw alcohol mention in orion's section!

Calypso 🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Calypso feels most at home when she thinks about her family. She has fond memories of traveling on a train and being held tight in a blanket while she lulled off into a deep sleep. She misses it. She misses her family, being held like that. The naïvety of it all. She hasn't gone on any long distance trips since she's gotten to the present - she's too afraid of everything being far too different. Everything is so different. Trinity seems to mend that feeling together. There's a semblance of warmth, of safety, around her. With how different everything feels, she feels familiar somehow - despite being new as well. By the time Orion reunites with her, her world seems to click back into place in that moment. If anyone - anything - manages to feel like a constant home to her, it's him. Home is a place where you feel safe and warm, like nothing can harm you there no matter what the world may throw at you.

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

Callie is a big fan of sweets! When she was little her mom would always make her a special batch of cookies with various nuts in it when she was feeling down. Her mom called it the 'Morgan Special' and Calypso's gotten quite good at replicating it. She sells it at her bakery, in fact! Other than making baked goods, she quite likes making soups and stews. Her favorite is peanut or groundnut soup! She wasn't very good in the kitchen upon arriving to the present, but she's very quickly learned to cook and utilize her powers involving food and ingredients.

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with receiving affection from others?

Calypso loves hugs! Her primary affection IS physical, she loves giving and receiving it. She enjoys holding hands, leaning against others, hugs, cuddles, you name it. She's less inclined to touch strangers however: you never know who you're able to trust getting that close to you.

Orion 🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

"Oh hey, can I do this one?" Trinity pipes up as Calypso reads out the question. Callie shrugs and sits back, half propping her legs up on the coffee table.

"Oh boy. Here we go." Orion mutters to himself, already covering his face with his hands.

"He's selfless and funny and handsome and-"

"Brave. And talented. And so, so full of love." Calypso finishes Trinity's sentence for her, yanking Orion closer to plant kisses all over his face. "Even if he won't admit it."

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Orion has a tendency to not let himself get sick with his bio-manipulation, but there have been times in the past where he still ended up bed ridden for a few days while his body healed itself after really brutal fights. He hates being forced to rest, he has things to do, he doesn't like having to just lay there and do nothing. Reversed, he's excellent at nursing others. If they should allow it and they're in a good position, he'll almost always use his powers to combat their illness or injuries. Otherwise, he'll stick by them and take care of them manually; he likes feeling useful.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

In the past Orion's had a tendency to drown himself in alcohol to get over his nightmares. He convinced himself that his nightmares couldn't come back to haunt him if he forced himself to black out to the point he couldn't dream at all. Nowadays with Calypso and Trinity, they tend to treat him with cuddles and a mug of tea. He doesn't particularly have any comfort items that help with his nightmares as they're mostly PTSD induced, unfortunately.

Trinity 🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

On her own, she tends to curl up with a book she's read dozens of times - it's a story about an adventurer getting lost in the jungle - she primarily reads it for the nostalgia aspect nowadays. A friend gave her the book in the 7th grade but she lost contact with them long ago. Then after dinner she'll take a warm bath and call it a night, typically falling asleep to some cheesy predictable romance movie. With Calypso and Orion in her life, her relaxation methods don't change all that much; she just has someone else to hold her close now should she need it.

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

Trinity hasn't kept a journal since she was a freshman in high school. Back in the day, though, she'd use it to keep track of her schedule primarily. It wasn't uncommon to find boxes with descriptions and notes on friends and loved ones in there either, with stick figure doodles beside their names. (And sometimes little hearts depending on her feelings towards them!) If you EVER brought up that journal and asked her about it, Trinity would (affectionately) never forgive you and run away in an instant.

The closest she has to a notebook now is the calendar app on her phone, as well as the calendar they have hanging up in the kitchen. You can still find little hearts reminiscent of her notes on her handwritten calendar entries next to things involving her fiancés.

💫 What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

I really like how close she is with her family! She's one of the only characters I have with a completely loving supportive family, and I love this for her. Despite Jameson having moved out of town for awhile, she still regularly calls him over video call, generally late at night when she gets a moment to herself.

#thank u for the ask !! im sorry this took 900 years :( #my ocs #calypso #orion #trinity #i didnt do a uh. example for trin's journal bc she doesn't Have one anymore but i hope my description works anyway KLSFHKLS

[absentfather]

What my oc’s music taste would be if they lived during this time (Using picrews for oc’s)

Hello! So, I’m using my oc’s from the Reaperverse to show what I think their music choice would be. This is because my oc’s story takes place in a time in the future where things like movies, songs, tv shows, etc from the past have been banned.

Because I can’t guess what type of music people will be listening to in the 22nd century, I decided to choose some songs and artists that people in real life listen to! (Hope that makes sense)

Again, I’m using djarn’s character maker which you can find on picrew and I hope you enjoy!

(I’m only doing the main reaper group, Tempus, for this time, I might do a part two with other characters if this does well!)

Let’s start!

1. Diego Hugo (He/him)

Songs:

-Teenagers by MCR (He would have listened to them religiously and probably wears eyeliner because of them)

-NFWMB by Hozier (He would be very protective of this partners/lovers)

-Sleep awake by Mother mother (Idk why, it just makes sense)

-Hayloft by Mother mother (Double Mother mother, and this also makes sense to me)

-Total eclipse of the heart by Bonnie Tyler (He wouldn’t want to admit it, but he would scream the lyrics while violently sobbing)

-You and whose army by Radiohead (Just makes sense)

-Mean green mother from outer space By Levi Stubbs/little shop of horrors (He would be a musical kid, I just know it)

2. Victor Fuller (He/him)

Songs:

-Honeybee by Steam powered giraffe (Been listening to it a lot and it makes sense for him)

-The man who sold the world by David Bowie (He would probably listen to the Nirvana cover as well)

-Icarus by Bastille (Greek myth nerd who feels like he had a fall just like Icarus)

-Knock three times by Dawn (Listen to this when he’s in a good mood)

-All eyes on me by Bo burnham (Self loathing but also terrified of what people think of him)

-Run by Hozier (This man is never happy, and that’s the truth)

-Purple rain by Prince (He’s crying but that’s fine)

3. Eve Kim (She/her)

Songs:

-Do I wanna know? by Arctic monkeys (It’ll probably be Hozier’s cover but still, she’ll listen to it)

-Running up that hill by Kate Bush (She would listen to it because Rosalie had mentioned it in passing)

-Wuthering heights by Kate Bush (She got really into Kate Bush for a while)

-No children by The mountain goats (She’s still upset about her exes)

-No body, no crime by Taylor Swift (She could solve or commit a murder if she wanted to)

-Better love by Hozier (Yes, it just makes sense)

4. Rosalie Harper (She/her)

songs:

-Like real people do by Hozier (She’s a romantic)

-We fell in love in october by Girl in red (Again, she’s a romantic)

-Sign of the times by Harry styles (She would listen to it, I know she would)

-Nothing compares to you by Prince (She would listen religiously and she would probably cry to it)

-It wasn’t me by Shaggy (It would be a song she would jokingly enjoy but get way too into)

-Accidently in love by Counting crows (Did she find this song on her own or did she watch shrek? You decide)

-Love somebody by The Bee gees (A vibe that she can get behind)

5. Teddy Horne (He/him)

Songs:

-I want to break free by Queen (He’s a massive Queen fan)

-Radio gaga by Queen (He would be singing along with his hands in the air)

-Say my name by Destiny’s child (I know he would enjoy singing along)

-Young Americans by David Bowie (Because he would and because he can)

-Under pressure by Queen & David Bowie (He’s a massive fan)

-Don’t worry, be happy by Bobby Mcferrin (It’s his anthem)

-Uptown girl by Billy Joel (He’s wouldn’t sing but he would dance)

6. Nathaniel ‘Nathan/Nate’ Madden (He/they)

Songs:

-I/me/myself by Will wood (Listening to this while questioning gender)

-My dead drunk friends by Hollywood vampires (He’s drunk, their friends are mostly dead, it makes sense)

-All dolled up by Orion Experience (Listen to the lyrics and you’ll understand)

-Lola by the Kinks (Would probably sing it about himself, they’re also a fan of the cover by the Raincoats)

-Don’t fear the reaper by Blue Oyster cult (Ironic because he’s a reaper and because he started a cult in the 60′s)

-I believe in a thing called love by The Darkness (He would be a huge Darkness fan)

-Big gay heart by the Lemonheads (They would, I know he would, it makes sense to his character)

-Mr loverman by Ricky Montgomery (Listening to this while thinking of Arin Liu)

-Time by Pink Floyd (Makes sense)

7. Aidan Wansell (He/him)

songs:

-Mr blue sky by ELO (He would hate how cheery it was but then he would start to enjoy it)

-In my room by ICP (Would sing it under his breath at random times to annoy Nathan)

-Some nights by Fun (He likes it)

-Barbie girl by Aqua (Nathan would annoy him with it by singing it all the time that he started to randomly sing it whenever it popped into his head)

-Seven nation army by the White stripes (His favourite song, he’ll scream to this song)

-All I want by Kodaline (He’ll cry to this song and won’t stop until Nathan catches him)

-Harness your hopes by Pavement (He will vibe to this with Nathan)

-Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery (He doesn’t feel romantic or sexual attraction but this song would get him sobbing on the ground)

-I’ll make a man out of you from the Mulan movie (It’s a GOOD song from a GOOD movie and he would scream his lungs out to it)

That’s the end, what did you think? Did you enjoy it and did it help you understand the characters better, what do you think?

Should I do a Part two, I’ll probably do another one tomorrow anyways but I hope you enjoyed this one as well!

Post again soon!

#picrew #art #writing #wip #songs #music #singng #writers #oc #original character #mcr #hozier #mother mother #bonnie tyler #radiohead #levi stubbs #little shop of horrors #steam powered giraffe #david bowie #bastille #dawn #bo burnham #prince #arctic monkeys #kate bush #the mountain goats #taylor swift #girl in red #harry styles #shaggy

[sierraraeck]

The Second Case (Pt.2)

BAU x OC Aundreya

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

(This is my gif so please give credit if used)

Summary: The second case with the team means revisiting Aundreya’s hometown of Chicago. It quickly becomes personal and requires her to use connections and skills she acquired on the streets. Story two.

Category: Just working a case with the team

Warnings: Normal CM gore. A case involving young teenage girls. Mentions of drugs. Cussing.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all 100% fiction and I don’t actually know how gangs work.

“Ben Brady, 30 years old, with a history of peeping and a restraining order from his ex-girlfriend,” Penelope informed us.

“He fits the description,” Aaron said, as we looked at him from behind the one way glass.

Derek stepped out of the interrogation room, the third to do so. “He’s not gonna talk.”

“We have to keep trying. He knows where they are,” Aaron said.

“I’m telling you, we have got to start looking for other leads, because I even offered him a deal, and he still wouldn’t budge,” Derek said with just an undertone of defeat.

“I could talk to him,” I suggested. If we had already broken the rules by having me out in the field, we might as well just break them all, right?

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Aaron told me.

“Have you even ever interrogated someone before?” Rossi asked.

“Sure.”

“Sure? What does that mean?” Rossi pressed.

“It means that while I might not have FBI regulated training, I have interrogated people before. Plus, I think he might be a bit more accustomed to my methods,” I put out there.

“What makes you say that?”

“Oh, come on. I can smell the hood rat from here,” I said, scrunching my nose. Despite the fact that he looked like a middle class man that could have accidentally gotten involved with the wrong person, I could tell that wasn’t the case. Rossi’s eyebrows shot up. “What? Isn’t that what you hired me for?”

“I guess,” he replied.

“Hotch, isn’t this against protocol?” Derek asked.

“Yes, but I’m pretty sure letting a young girl die because the person who could be most useful in a situation like this isn’t allowed to talk to the guy in her field of expertise, is also against protocol,” I answered for him. When I received no protests, I went to my bag and pulled out a notepad and pen and set it on the table right outside the door.

“What’s that for?” Rossi asked me.

“We’ll need it later.” I hope. I continued to shuffle around in my bag until I found what else I was looking for. I put on the 6 chain bracelets and the two rings made up of small beaded links on my left wrist and pinky.

“How about those?” Derek asked.

“A means of persuasion.”

“Wait you’re not going to-”

“Calm down. I’m not going to beat him up or whatever crazy thing you think I’m going to do. These are just a form of identification,” I interrupted.

“Okay, but what are they,” Derek asked.

I turned to look at him and saw Reid approaching the group, and decided to let him explain, “Why don’t you ask Doctor Reid.” I turned and entered the interrogation room before anyone could stop me. I didn’t even have a file or pictures to show him, but I didn’t need them. I sat down across from Ben.

He looked up at me, “You’re a little bit young to be working for the FBI.”

“You’re a little bit old to be hanging out with 14 year old girls,” I retorted. He looked back down. I knew that he was probably part of the Angels before the Cloaks took them over, and that he probably left to either fend for himself, or join a different gang. I was hoping for the latter.

“Gaela,” I said. He shot me a quick glance. Good. He was from the Angels if he recognized the leader’s last name. Now I just had to throw out others to figure out if he was in a new gang or not.

“Dimitrov, Carden, Dominic,” I listed. No reaction.

“Novak.” Still nothing.

“Hoeye,” I said. There it was. The slight eye shift in my direction. “Ooh. I don’t think he’d be very happy if he knew that you and your buddy were going rogue.”

“I’m not going to talk to you,” he stated. I stared him down for a few moments before lifting my left arm so that he could process the jewelry covering it. His eyes went wide.

“Are those-”

“Yep,” I cut him off.

“And you have-”

“Yep.”

“Which makes you-”

“Yep. In the flesh,” I said with a smirk. He immediately shifted in his seat, becoming exponentially more uncomfortable. “Now do you feel like talking?”

“Oh, uh. Um, no. What are you doing helping the FBI?” he said flustered, but trying to regain his ground.

“Does that sound like any of your business?” I hissed.

“No, but-”

“No. It’s not. And from where I’m sitting, you’ve got two options. Give me what I want, or maybe I’ll decide to pay your friend Hoeye a quick visit.”

“You can’t. The FBI’s probably got you under intense surveillance.”

“That could be true. But considering they’re probably going to spit me back out by the end of the week landing me back on the streets gives me all the flexibility I’d need,” I squinted my eyes at him. I could tell his confidence was starting to waver and he was beginning to give in to me. Just to fully sell it, I pushed my hair behind my left ear, turning my head to expose that part of my neck as I did. It revealed the tattoos that indicated I’d been to a supermax prison and that I’d escaped. “Your move.”

He swallowed hard and started shifting his eyes around as I moved my hair back to cover the tattoos. I couldn’t forget that there was a secondary audience. I leaned back in my chair. “So, Ben, if you’ve heard of me, you’ve probably heard of some of my pet-peeves, right? Do you remember what one of them was?” I asked rhetorically. “One of them, is that I absolutely cannot stand people who waste. My. Time. Does that ring a bell?”

He shifted in his chair and started rubbing his hands together. I was close. “Have you ever heard from one of those lucky people about the pleasant things that happen to them? Especially if they were to piss me off enough after, say, elaborately getting a young girl killed?”

Morgan was right, though. He was a tough one to crack. “She’s only 14,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, and you were only 14 when you landed here and you did fine for yourself,” he countered, but his voice was faltering.

“True. But one of us has a chance of getting out. Which one do you think that is?” I pointed out. He just sat there. I got up out of my chair and walked over to him. I placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in so that he could practically feel each word falling from my lips. “Just remember this moment, when you had the choice of self preservation, the number one rule on the streets, and instead you chose blind loyalty. He’d turn you in in a heartbeat, and he’d be smart to do so. He’ll probably move up the ranks, and get the credit he deserves. I mean, that’s what I did. But you? You will just be added to the long list of disposable low-lives who died by my hand.”

I slowly started walking away, giving him the chance to stop me. I reached for the handle of the door when I got what I wanted. “Wait,” he said. I turned around and took my place across the table from him.

“Do you have paper and a pen?” he asked. I smirked at him and lifted my left hand up like I was a waitress at a restaurant. I hoped someone got the memo because it would only add to the power I held over Ben if it looked like I already had the FBI wrapped around my finger. Luckily, I heard the door click open and the pad and pen were placed in my hand. I could tell from the shoes in my peripheral and the scented cologne that it was Rossi who did so. He quickly vacated the room. Without breaking eye contact with Ben, I put the pad down on the table with a satisfying slap. I pushed it over to him with the pen.

“So you really earned all of these?” he asked, suddenly grabbing my wrist and turning it over to admire the number of beads. He was looking at them in wonder and it was disgusting. I yanked my wrist from his grasp.

“Just start writing,” I said, and he did. He wrote down the address and a full list of all the girls they had taken over the last few months. He shoved it toward me and, as expected, ‘Jayana Orion’ was scratched down at the bottom. It made me want to hit the guy in the face right there. I looked over the list but there was one thing he forgot to add.

“Do you think you’re smart or something? Don’t try to bullshit me!” I yelled, as I walked over to his side of the table.

“I honestly forgot-”

“No you didn’t. Not. Smart. Complete the list,” I demanded. He frantically wrote down the name of his accomplice. Accomplices? There were two of them? “There. That’s better.”

“What are you going to do now?” he asked, but the concern was obviously only for himself.

“I guess I’ll consider not telling Hoeye about our little chat. As long as this holds up,” I gestured to his list, quickly raising my eyebrows at him before exiting the room.

Everyone was staring at me. “What in the hell was that?” Derek asked, but he didn’t sound necessarily irritated. I answered by turning the notepad around so that they could all see the list of information scrawled across it. I took a few steps toward Derek and I pressed the pad against his chest, with just a little bit of added force. I looked up at him.

“That was me saving a little girl’s life.” I walked out of the hallway and back into the bullpen to sit down.

Everyone started rushing around me, getting their gear together and leaving to go off and save those girls. Everyone except for Emily.

“Hey,” she said, sitting down across from me.

“What are you still doing here? Don’t they need you in the field?”

“Usually. But they’ve got about a hundred officers and the rest of the team headed out there. I think they’ve got it.”

“Ah. I see. You got put on babysitting duty,” I said. “Do you guys draw names out of a hat or something?”

She gave a single laugh. “No, not this time. I volunteered.”

“Oh, wow. Didn’t realize you had a thing for S and M,” I teased.

She rolled her eyes at me. “Is that what you really think? That you are that unpleasant to be around?”

“Yeah, pretty much. That’s the general consensus.”

Not exactly knowing how to reply and not wanting to push me any farther, she changed the subject.

“So you really got all those links?”

I was confused for a moment until I remembered that I was still wearing my bracelets and rings. “Oh. Yeah. Did the Doctor tell you about them?”

“Yeah. He told us that it’s a way for guards and inmates to track each other kind of like a ranking system. The more you have, the worse you’ve been, and higher ranked you are. You receive one for each time you went to the infirmary, sent someone to the infirmary, and a certain number for each type of crime you’ve committed. He also told us that the most anyone had ever gotten was four bracelets and a ring. You have that beat by a lot,” she recited.

“I do. Lucky me,” I said, removing them and placing them back in my bag.

“How did you know that you were going to need a pen and paper before you even went in to interrogate?”

“It’s almost like an unspoken rule as far as gangs go. People could be wired, so you don’t want to have to say things out loud. If the place has surveillance, you can easily just shield the paper from the cameras and a lot of people can write in code much better than they can speak it. Plus, once he knew I was The Figure, he would know that I always ask for extensive lists.”

“How did you know Rossi would come in and deliver the stuff to you?” she asked, almost in wonder. Almost.

“To be honest, that was a shot in the dark. It would help me scare him if it looked like I had power even over the FBI and I was just hoping one of you back there would pick up on it.” We were silent for a while before she asked me her next question.

“Do I want to know what you whispered to him?”

“Probably not,” I stated matter-of-factly.

“Alright, then would you tell me about your tattoos?”

I looked up at her. No one had ever asked me that question before. I must have seemed so dumbfounded because she showed me a tattoo of her own. It was on her right hip bone and it was of Saturn. Just two simple circles but you could tell it was Saturn.

“When I was young, I was always traveling places with my mom. I never really felt like I had one home and things were changing constantly. Whenever I got nervous before a move or I just couldn’t handle the stress of constant change, she would always tell me wherever I was on planet Earth, no matter how much things were changing for me, all the planets were still orbiting the Sun. Things weren’t changing for them, and I could always count on them to be constant. It helped keep me grounded and I like the reminder every now and then.”

It was a sweet story, and I knew it was my turn. “Pretty much all of mine are just for street-related identification purposes. None that have quite as good of a backstory. This one,” I said, exposing my right collar bone, “is for the Cloaks. This one,” I showed the one on my left hip bone, “is for my underground ring. Then I’ve got these ones on my neck,” I said pulling my hair out of the way for the second time, “which shows that I’ve been to a supermax, and then escaped,” I concluded. I wasn’t willing to tell her about the others.

“What about the one on your pinky knuckle?” I was hoping she wouldn’t ask, having just removed the rings that covered it.

“That one…” I trailed off. I was saved by the bell when she got an incoming call. It was Aaron, letting her know that they’d got the guys and were bringing them in. They’d found Jayana Orion, three other girls, and many more photos of victims-to-be. The four of them were on their way to the hospital.

“Let’s go,” Prentiss said.

I was confused. “Go where?”

“The hospital. We are going to meet them there and give their families an update.” I wasn’t given time to protest as she grabbed my arm, practically yanking me to the car.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

At the hospital, Prentiss and the rest of the team went to the families of the other three girls to tell them what had happened, and were showered with hugs and words of gratitude. I sat in the farthest corner trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, (which wasn’t that hard given my talent for it) dreading when Todd would show up. Prentiss waved me over to where the happy reunited families were, but I shook my head. Clearly that wasn’t the response she was looking for, because soon she was dragging me over to the group. I stood there awkwardly while the rest of them soaked in the glory of four saved girls.

“Just so you know, the FBI isn’t going to spit you back out onto the streets,” she whispered.

“Yeah, sure. I just convinced their best team to break the only rules set in place for me within the first two weeks, and I’m sure I’ll manage to find some other ways to screw things up,” I responded.

“Don’t worry about the rules. You helped save four young girls. Now, just focus on not screwing things up,” she said with a sly smile. I rolled my eyes.

“Easier said than done, but, thanks. Best pep-talk ever,” returning the same sly smile.

That’s when Todd walked in.

“Where is she? Where is my daughter?” he asked no one in particular.

Jayana was unconscious in her hospital bed, JJ explained, but she should be fine and waking up within the next day or so. He thanked her and the rest of the team for finding Jayana when his gaze landed on me. His mood immediately shifted. Anyone with eyes could see the pure hatred radiating off of him. I swallowed and turned away.

“Aundreya,” he spat my name like it physically hurt him to say it. It probably did.

“Todd,” I responded, flicking my eyes over to him. He sauntered toward me until I could feel his hot breath in my face.

“Why are you here? You need to stay away from my daughter, you hear me?”

“Sir, she’s here because-” JJ started.

“I don’t give a damn why she’s here. She’s already done enough damage to my family. I don’t want her anywhere near Jayana. Ever again,” Todd said, enunciating each word carefully. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him, so that he could whisper his next words in my ear. “If I ever see you again, or your existence causes any more problems for my family than it already has, I will hunt you down and kill you without hesitation.” He released my neck with force, practically throwing my head away from his. He opened the door leading to Jayana’s room, giving me one last fiery glance before shutting it behind him. I’d almost forgotten the rest of the team’s presence until I felt a hand on my back. I looked up into Emily’s eyes.

“See? I told you that was the general consensus.” I didn’t give her time to respond because I crossed my arms and forced myself to walk past JJ and Morgan and Hotch and Reid and Rossi to get to the exit. “I’ll meet you at the jet.”

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

I waited for about 20 minutes before the rest of the team arrived. I only had one bag of stuff that I kept with me at all times, so it wasn’t like I had to do any quick packing. They all arrived together.

“What the hell was that?” Derek asked as he quickly got out of the driver’s seat. That seemed to be the only thing he knew how to say to me.

“Back off,” Emily said.

“What? You're not the least bit curious as to why that guy hated her?”

“A lot of guys hate me,” I interjected.

Prentiss continued on like I hadn’t said anything. “Look, I just think that-”

“Both of you, stop it,” Rossi interrupted.

“All I’m saying is that I think we should get an answer,” Derek said, stubborn and persistent as always.

“You want an answer?” I offered, switching my focus to Prentiss. “The tattoo on my finger? It’s to symbolize that I’ve killed someone. Not only that, but I’ve killed high ranking, important people, and I’ve killed quite a few of them. I’ve caused plenty of trouble, and you’re profilers. You do the math,” I stated, somehow keeping control over my voice. I was shutting down and pushing them away like I did everyone else. It was easier that way. “So are we going to board the jet, or not?” They all looked at each other, mouths sewn shut, then slowly climbed the steps to the jet, closing the door behind them.

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[below-average-fangirl]

A Sky Full of Stars

Fandom: Pete’s Dragon

Pairing: Gavin Magary/ Mackenzie (OC)

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Gavin reconnects with an old flame

Fan Fiction Masterlist

Link to story on AO3

Fastening the laces on her boots Mackenzie tried to figure out if tonight counted as a first date or if it was just her and Gavin picking up where they'd left off 15 years ago. The butterflies in her stomach certainly made it feel like a first date but then Gavin had always had that ability to make her knees feel weak. He only had to flash that boyish smile at her. Mac had anticipated the possibility that Gavin would ask her out and she’d prepared speech, which she had rehearsed countless times in her head that covered all the key points. That it wasn’t a good idea to retread old ground, it would ruin the friendship they’d built since her return to Millhaven and that she was still hurting from the separation with James. 

But when Gavin had come swaggering into the office as she looked over his business accounts, seemingly self-assured and asked if he could take her out on a date she found her body betraying her rational mind, her cheeks blushed and her heart beat faster as she said yes, she’d love to. Her heart had swelled at the relief which flickered across his face. Mac knew that an awful lot of Gavin's bravado was built on shaky ground that he was constantly looking for reassurance and validation.

A knock at the door startled Mac from her meditations. Jumping up from the bottom of the stairs she dove for the door in eagerness, resting her hand on the doorknob she took a calming breath as she opened the door and greeted Gavin. The soft glow of the hallway light cast across his face framing him beautifully. “Hey.” She breathed, caught a little off guard.

“Hey.” He smiled. “You ready?”

“Er yeah just give me one sec let me just say goodnight to Jessica.”

“Sure.” Gavin nodded.

Turning to head to the living room Mac rolled her eyes and chastised herself. Get a grip, she thought, you should be used to the sight of his face.

Mac made her way over to Jessica who was sitting on the floor by the coffee table playing chess with Casey, her babysitter. Mac leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Jessica’s forehead. 

“Okay sweetheart,” Mac cooed, “you can stay up till 9, no later alright.”

“Yes, mom.” Jessica’s eyes remained fixed on the board trying to work out her next move

“Casey if there are any issues just call Grace and feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Stephens.” Mac had learned not to let the use of her married name cut her anymore.

“See you in the morning,” Mac said as she gave Jessica another kiss before whispering. “Knight to...” But Jessica cut her off.

“Mom no, that’s cheating, let me figure it out.”

Mac stood up straight, hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay just wanted to help.” She said as he backed out of the living room laughing quietly to herself. 

“Everything okay?” Gavin asked as Mac closed the door behind her and they made their way to his truck. 

“Yeah, Jessica found an old chessboard of mine so I’ve been teaching her, but we’re at the stage where I’m no longer allowed to help. Apparently.”

Gavin made his way over to the driver’s side. “Ah. Yeah, Nate is very much at that stage as well. Has been since she was about 5.”

Both climbed into the truck and Gavin turned the ignition. 

Gavin hadn’t told Mac where they were going, he simply advised her to wrap up warm. Making their way down the road they sat in silence for a while before Gavin pointed to the glove compartment. 

“Do me a favor and grab a tape out of there. Be nice to have some music.”

“Sure.” Mac thought nothing of it till she opened the compartment and saw there was only one tape in there, her mouth dropped when she recognized her handwriting on the case. Gavin was watching her from the corner of his eye. 

“Oh my God Gavin is this,” Mac snatched up the cassette, turning it over in her hands, her careful and clear script showing the song and artists and her artwork as a cover. “I can’t believe you kept this.”

“Of course I kept it.” He glanced at her smiling. “Most thoughtful gift I’ve ever had.”

Mac could feel tears prick in the corner of her eyes. Leaning across the cab she placed an arm across Gavin’s shoulders as she gave a peck on the cheek, his stubble rough but not unpleasant against her soft lips. They glanced nervously at one another, the atmosphere in the cab becoming thick and heavy with anticipation. Sitting back in her seat, Mac opened the cassette box and put the tape in the deck. She smiled with glee when the soft sounds of Blackbird by The Beatles wafted from the speakers.

“You always had the best taste in music.”

Mac leaned back in the seat and smiled at Gavin. “I think I know where you're taking me.”

***

Gavin parked the truck and cut the engine so that the music would keep playing. Mac moved to open the door but Gavin laid a hand on her shoulder. “Just wait a sec, let me get everything sorted.”

Mac nodded and Gavin hopped out. Mac felt the truck move slightly as he lowered the tailgate as he stepped into the back. Looking through the window she watched as Gavin moved the plastic covering revealing blankets, cushions, and a picnic basket and set about rearranging everything. When he was done he looked through the window at Mac, smiling and beckoning for her to come out. Mac turned up the volume on the music and stepped out of the truck.

Gavin held his hands out to Mac who took hold of them for support as she put one foot onto the wheel and pushed herself up, swinging her other leg over the side of the truck and stepped into the flatbed. She stood staring out across the view before her, the view of the valley with Millhaven off in the distance and the forest stretching far and wide. The night air littered with bright stars. For the time in a long time, she felt like she was home. Mac cupped her hands together, bringing them to her mouth blowing hot air into them to warm them.

“You know the first time we did this it was summer.”

Gavin gestured for her to sit down. “Don’t worry I’ll keep you warm.” He said as he knelt to grab something from the picnic basket. “Hot chocolate.” He grinned, shaking the flask as he picked up two mugs.

Handing the mugs to Mac he sat down beside her, pulling a blanket over them before opening the flask. He poured them each a small portion of hot cocoa before closing the flask and laying it beside him as he took a mug from Mac, he held it out to toast. “To second chances?”

They clinked mugs. “Second chances.”, Mac whispered before taking a small sip, watching Gavin. She brushed her hair away from her face, “I remember for our other first here we had champagne.”

Gavin looked at her over his mug as he drank, gathering his thoughts. “Do you remember that first with fondness?”

Mac reached out a hand, caressing his cheek with her palm, “Of course I do.”  

Gavin looked away, somewhat embarrassed gathering his feelings before he looked at her again. “It’s just, you know it wasn’t my finest hour our break-up and I was worried that might have tarnished any memory you had of me.” 

Mac dropped her hand. “I can’t lie. It did for a little while, you accusing me like that in front of all my friends. But as time went on,” she shrugged. “I realized I hadn’t put a lot of work into us when I was at college. I let you carry that load a little too much.” 

“So you forgive me?”

Mac smiled warmly at him and leaned forward to give a chaste kiss on the lips. “Yes.” She said as she pulled apart, his hazel eyes seemed to ignite with a desire she hadn’t seen nor felt in a long time. 

Finishing her cocoa Mac placed her mug on top of the roof of the cabin before shuffling down to lie on her back to look up at the stars. Gavin drained his mug, placing it alongside hers before also moving to lie on his back beside her. Silence fell between them again, the sounds of the forest mingling with the music from her mixed tape.

“Any chance of spotting a shooting star do you think?” She asked as she looked over at Gavin he was watching her intently. 

“Possibly. Although it’s been a while since I did some stargazing.”

“I assume then you’re still hopeless with the constellations and their names.”

Gavin looked to the night sky, pointing to random clusters of stars. “Oh yeah, the erm, the skid bucket, and the onion.”

Giggling Mac turned on her side, sitting up one arm as she took hold of Gavin’s hand, drawing out the constellations. “You mean Cetus and Orion.” She looked down at him, her long auburn hair falling around her face, there’s eyes locked on one another as she let go of his hand. “Guess I wasn’t a very good teacher.”

Gavin moved to mirror her position, reaching out to brush her hair from her face, his palm resting against her cheek, his voice was low and husky when he spoke “No. I was just distracted by something else."

Mac's breath hitched, closing her eyes when Gavin lightly ran his thumb across her lips before his hand shifted to rest at the nape of her neck. His hot breath tickled her lips before he laid his mouth on hers. The sharpness of his stubble against her skin was in stark contrast to how soft and tender his kiss was as if he was asking for permission to deepen it. Mac's answer came in the form of her hand fisting his jacket, pulling him closer. It was all the invitation Gavin needed as he rolled her onto her back, conscious to straddle her hips to keep his weight off her. 

The feeling of Gavin on top of her caused Mac to moan into his mouth. It had been so long since she felt desired like this and if she could engage her rational mind, to tell herself why this was too much too fast she would have ignored it. Unzipping his jacket she pushed it from his shoulders and they broke apart, panting as he sat up to remove the item, while she worked on removing her own. Gavin’s mouth was on her again in an instance as his hand slipped under her shirt, she gasped at his cold touch against her warm skin.

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Mac mumbled in pleasure. “Don’t stop. But the first time we did this it was also summer.” They smiled at one another, sharing the joke as the memory of that night shone brightly in their eyes. Gavin returned his lips to hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as his hand under her shirt drifted upwards. 

When he ran the pad of his thumb over the delicate lace of her bra, teasing her sensitive bud, Mac grabbed his thick lush hair, running her slender fingers through it. It felt so good to have him close to her, him touching her like this but she wanted more of him. Letting go of his hair she ran her hands down the length of his muscular and toned body, stopping when she reached his belt buckle. 

Taking the hint Gavin pulled his hand out from her shirt and sat up slightly as he worked on unbuttoning Mac’s pants. Without being told Mac lifted her hips to make it easier for him to pull down her pants and underwear and when he slid a finger into her folds, his thumb massaging her clit, Mac let out a soft groan at his touch. She knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to the edge, she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd been touched like this, with care and love. 

"Gavin." She pleaded as she pushed his jeans off his hips. 

Not needing to be told twice Gavin removed his fingers from inside her and rested his weight on his arms, placing them either side of Mac's head, they looked intently into one another's eyes with Mac holding his length as she helped guide him into her. She was tight and wet and Gavin buried his face into her neck muffling his groans. 

Wrapping her arms around his neck, her mouth close to his ear Mac whispered. "It's been a while." She suddenly felt self-conscious. 

Lifting his head to look at her Gavin spoke quietly. “We don’t have to...”

But Mac covered his mouth with her hand, silencing him. “Just be gentle, okay.” 

He nodded, smiling kindly which made his eyes sparkle, and his cheeks dimple. Mac realized for the first time how much she’d missed him. Falling for him came so easily to her, he always was the most handsome man she’d ever known. 

Gavin shifted his weight slightly, so he could lean more on one side to free up a hand. Taking hold of Mac’s hand he kissed her fingers tenderly as he slowly rolled his hips back and forward. “Whatever you need.” He whispered, letting go of her hand so he could once mare slip his own underneath her shirt, his fingers dancing across her skin before he began palming her breasts.

Mac’s eyes rolled back in her head and she arched into him. “Fuck. Gavin.” She panted, she was suddenly desperate to touch him, to feel his skin against her fingers, reaching down she slipped her hands into his jeans, grabbing at his ass. Gavin let out a groan. 

“You always had the best bum of all the boys.” Mac smiled when soft chuckles shook Gavin’s body at her confession. Pressing her lips to his ear, her voice laced with desire as she spoke. “I used to love watching you play baseball, your ass in those tight, white trousers, bent over the plate, so pert. Mmm. Could just take a bite” She whispers, taking his lobe between her teeth.

Gavin hissed, his head resting against her shoulder. “Jesus Mac.” He panted as he increased his pace. “Fuck. Mac. You feel so good.” 

Moving his hand from her breast, sliding it down her torso he slipped his fingers between her legs and started massaging her clit, Mac let out a strangled cry. Smiling to himself Gavin covered her mouth with his, kissing her like he wanted to devour her, capturing her moans and mews as she reached the climax of her orgasm. His own soon followed and he collapsed on top of her, both panting heavily. Gavin enjoyed the feeling of being held in Mac’s arms as they calmed their breathing. 

Stroking his hair, Mac placed a kiss on his cheek, breathing in the scent of him, pine cones, and soap. Looking up at the night sky her vision slowly came back into focus as she watched the stars, she smiled as she saw a shooting star pass overhead, closing her eyes she made a wish. 

Mac gently nudged Gavin to rouse him. "Hey. You missed it."

"Certainly didn't sound like I missed it."

Mac burst into fits of laughter. "I mean a shooting star, you idiot." 

“Oh.” Gavin lifted himself and smiled down at Mac, slowly pulling himself out of her. “Nice to know I still have it.” He bragged, tucking himself back into his underwear, and redoing his jeans.

“God.” Mac cried out with mock exasperation as she pulled up her pants and underwear. “You’re such a bloke sometimes.”

“With a fine ass though.” Gavin picked up a blanket and as he laid down on his side next to Mac covering them both with it as he continued poking fun at Mac. “Have you been ogling me the whole time you’ve been back then.”

“Obviously,” Mac said grinning, turning to face him. “I hate seeing you go, but boy, do I love watching you leave.”

“Well, now I feel all self-conscious.” Gavin jokes. “Every time I’m around you from now on, all I will be thinking about is you checking out my ass. And what happens if you find another ass you like more.”

Giggling Mac pushed Gavin onto his back, kissing him to shut him up. “Yours has always been the ass for me.” She said when she broke the kiss.

“Promise?” Gavin asked smiling, as he slid an arm around Mac’s waist.

“Promise.” She whispered as he rested her head on his shoulder, making sure they were both covered with the blanket.

Gavin placed a kiss to Mac’s temple as she snuggled closer to him. As silence fell over them, for the first time they noticed the music was no longer playing, the only sound was the forest and their soft breathing. And as they lay there in one another's arms, happy to have found each other again, a second shooting star passed by overhead.

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[unknownauthor]

Beautiful Creatures

Pairing: Vampire! Billy x OC! Reader

Warnings: suicide attempt, manipulation, typical sibling antics

A/N: just testing the waters to see what you guys like. Let me know if you wanna see more of this, I’m pretty proud of it so far. Part two? Yes or no??

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Billy drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car. He sat at Cliffard’s Edge in San Clarita, California. He contemplated suicide for the first time in his life.

When his mom left he thought things couldn’t get any worse. Then when his dad remarried and the bitch had a brat of her own, he thought that would be the worst of it. But now….Now they were moving. Leaving California for the sticks. And he hated them. He hated them all. He hated his dad for the abuse that made his mom leave. He hated his mom for abandoning him. He hated his step mother and sister for coming into his life and making it even harder for him to find his mother again. He took a long slow drag of his cigarette before stepping out of the car. The night was windy and cool as it caressed his face and pushed the tears back into his eyes.

Walking over to the edge he looked up at the stars. The night was clear, not a cloud in the way. He could make out the Big Dipper and Orion’s Belt. The moon a large orb above him. Then he looked down. Down at the black water crashing against the rocks. A thirty feet drop, either onto rocks or into the water. He took a step back and began to shrug out of his jacket. He was done. He didn’t want to do this thing anymore.

“.....Billy….Billy…” It was soft, faint, as though carried on the wind. Billy turned his head, craning to hear the voice more clearly, but his eyes landed on a ghostly shadow, standing by the driver’s side door of his car.

“Who’s there?” he called. His hands clenched into fists as he stood defensively. He may be ready to die, but it will be at his own hand, no one else’s. A figure stepped out of the shadows, a tall man in a long dark trenchcoat and white blonde hair. “Don’t do it Billy.” he said.

“Why not?” the man took a step closer, Billy stepped back, closer to the edge. The man held up his hands, covered in black gloves, he smiled in a friendly and disarming way. Billy felt himself relaxing.

“You want power. Don’t you?” he asked, Billy wasn’t sure. “Control. Of your life. Your situation.” he said, walking closer still. “You see, I know Billy. I know what you’re afraid of.” Billy scoffed, sneering at the passerby annoyed.

“What the hell would you know about what I’m afraid of?”

“You’re afraid of change. Your dad is moving you across the country. Your mother left you with him, knowing he would beat your ass and your step mom,” he tsked. “What a witch.” he was standing toe to toe with Billy now and placed a hand on his shoulder. “But what if I could give it back to you? Pluck out the fear and confusion and give you the reins of your life. You. The Master of your ship.” he tilted his head, a glint in his eye and smile on his face. “What do you think?”

“H...How could you do that?” Billy was shaking, an overwhelming sense of realization washing over him. Everything this stranger said was true. He was right. But the man only smiled and began to pull Billy back towards his car.

“I’ll show you….You’re not alone Billy. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Selene groaned, rubbing her hands over her face in annoyance as her younger brother, Dustin, pounded on the bathroom door.

“Come on Selene! I need to use the bathroom!” she grabbed her bathrobe amd wrapped it around herself tightly before opening the door. Her little brother barged in, ignoring her cries of protest as he hopped up on the toilet seat to peak out the window. The Lancaster’s had sold their house and a new family, The Hargrove’s were moving in. A large U Haul sat parked outside as movers worked tirelessly to refill the previously empty house.

“I swear to God you are a dweeb,” Dustin flipped her off as she rolled her eyes and shut the door. It was the first day of summer and she wanted to get to the pool with her friends as soon as possible.

“Going to the pool?” her mom asked as she came into the kitchen. Selene kissed her mother’s cheek as she grabbed her tennis shoes and an apple for breakfast, her purse and magazine under one arm and the other items in the other.

“Yeah. Nancy and Barb are meeting me there.”

“I want you to take your brother with you.” Selene groaned again, stomping her foot slightly. Her mother raised an amused eyebrow. “Don’t worry you’re not babysitting. He wants to meet up with his friends.”

“Well then he better hurry up or I’m leaving.” she shouted down the hall and into the direction of the bathroom. There was a slight commotion and the sound of a few cusswords before her brother emerged, his own swim bag in his hand.

“They have a daughter. She looks like she could be my age. And a dude. He looks creepy. He was wearing a jean jacket, sunglasses and a baseball cap with jeans. In the middle of summer!” Selene shook her head, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pushing him lightly towards the door.

“Uncle Lenny mows the grass in sweat pants and a hoodie in ninety degree weather. That’s not abnormal Dustin. It’s people.” she shut the door quietly behind herself.

Billy sat on the steps of their new house. Benjamin would be making his way up with the rest of the group soon. They just had to get some things in order, it wouldn’t be too long now. He put his head in his hands and winced in pain. The sunlight hurt him. He wasn’t sure why, but his head was pounding and he felt like he might vomit, sweat covered his body. He could smell everything, feel everything. Benjamin had been right. He was more powerful now than he had ever been. That still didn’t stop a small voice in his mind from screaming at him that something was wrong with him. He shook his head gently, trying to quiet his thoughts. He only looked up when he heard Max, his step sister, begin talking to people who’s voices were unfamiliar. And then he smelled it, his nostrils flared and he glared at the strangers, trying to sort out which one of them smelled like that. His mouth began to water.

“My name is Max. And that’s my step brother Billy over there.” Selene smiled, turning her head to look at the boy on the steps. Half of his face was covered by his hands, she could see him shaking, his body vibrating violently. She turned her gaze back to max.

“Is he alright?” she asked, voice filled with concern. Max shrugged, preoccupied with seeing what Dustin was pulling out of his bag. Gripping her purse tightly, Selene decided to make her way over to him. When she knelt in front of him she almost thought she heard him gasp, he moved back slightly, jaw set and eyebrows furrowed behind the sunglasses he wore.

“Max told me your name. Hope you don’t mind my asking, are you alright Billy?”

“Are you alright Billy?” It was almost as if he wasn’t hearing her right. He felt dizzy now. It was her, the closer she got to him, the stronger her scent became. His hand twitched and he licked his lips, tasting the salt of sweat from his upper lip. She smelled divine, his lips parted slightly, he wondered how she tasted-

“Billy?” she snapped him out of his thoughts with her words. He lifted his head, feeling the full weight of his cranium on his shoulders.

‘I’m fine…..just waiting for my dad.” his tone is flat and harsh. Selene flinches, not used to being spoken to so nastily. She gave him another quick smile before turning around. Before he could stop himself his hand shot out, grabbing her tightly around the wrist. She turned in shock, eyes wide. He loved that. Fear looked good on her.He remembered that feeling. “Sorry.” he said stiffly before letting her go. Selene stumbled, looking back over her shoulder as she made her way back to Dustin.

Once they’re gone Max comes up to him. She sits down beside her brother, trying to think of something to say. He was a jerk before, but for a while now he had just become insufferable. Ever since he started hanging out with that Benjamin guy and his little group of lost boys. Maybe it was rebellion?

“Hey Billy I-” he stood up, walking towards the front door, he shoved past a mover and turned in the doorway to glare at Max with tangible hatred.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” he slammed the door in her face

#billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things one shot #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery fanfiction

[earthghoul-mp4]

I DONT THINK IVE DONE ANYTHING WITH ORION AND IT MAKES ME SAD TO KNOW THAT-

General!: Alrighty! Orion is a lust demon or an Incubus, (For context: Yes. I have 7 different oc’s who represent the 7 deadly sins. No they are not all friends. In my renditon of this some of them just dont get along very well because of how differnet they are) who was taken captive by Lab Xero at a very young age. He was treated as a weapon and as such wasnt treated with the attention he needed as a kid. Compared to most other experiments he was more physically hurt, as even now, His body is still covered in scars. Orion along with Noctis and Ikari were selected for an outside experiment and were sent to Hopes peak high ((BEFORE ANYONE ASKS- ITS TREATED AS A NORMAL HIGHSCHOOL-))

Mokusuki Shigaru as mentioned before, was Orion’s obsession. And as such Orion would do everything in his power to be closer to Moku, joining chess club even though he knows nothing about it- and even joining cheerleading because he couldnt really do any other sport that would have anything to do with the Gym assistance club. Anytime anyone, specifically the other cheerleaders, would get close to Mokusuki. Orion would make them go bye-bye. 

HOWEVERE- that was highschool- Moku and Orion are dating now! And while Moku has his moments, Orion is always there to help calm him down. No matter the circumstances though, Orion is always the voice of reason, for himself and for Mokusuki. Which is surprising given how irrational Orion tends to be. He’s still very childish, and somewhat attention seeking and he tries not to be but its hard given how much he loves Moku

Fun facts! (Not all of them are fun);

WE’LL START WITH THE NOT SO FUN ONES!

-Orion was the one who started the Lab Xero containmet breach which is why his eye is like that

-After he moved to [REDACTED] he was assigned to Researcher. Harrison Shea, who he was with for a good span of time before Harris was killed 

-After Harris death he was kept in the facility under tight surveilance

-During the Highschool experiment, The family Orion was with neglected him

NOW ONTO THE WHOLESOME AND FUN FACTS: 

-Orion had a pet Leopard gecko when he was younger, he named it “Mosaic” because some of the spots formed actual shapes

-Despite his small build hes really squishy!! And is the perfect lil pillow 

-Hes really clingy and hates being alone, despite the fact that he’s nocturnal he’ll stay up so he can cuddle 

-Sometime he forgets how to speak, and just babbles random nonsense

-His room is just. Fluffy. Everything he owns is soft- 

#labxero #orion #Oc #oc info dump

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

/hey so guys this is my new Khura’inese OC Orig’nal Khrakterr Doh’nut Steelu

i actually genuinely love this guy. i originally just wanted to make a shitty Kooraheen OC with a name that played off of the do not steal meme but, as usual, i just got in too deep and ended up loving him like a son.

anyway so this is Orion Steel (that’s his english cover name ssshhh)

he’s a Kooraheenian attorney who fought with the defiant dragons. his dragon tattoo is... yep! you guessed it! under his eyepatch. and his hidden eye is also a different colour. 

anyway, after the rebellion was successfully completed and legal security was restored to kooraheen, Orig’nal got blamed for a crime he didn’t commit and despite the new legal system being better, he had to flee the country. so he fled to Japanifornia and joined the WAA agency!

he’s actually a genuinely nice guy and stuff despite his TRAGIC PAST (that i haven’t written yet) and his TWIN EMERALD BRACELETS have some kind of ability probably...

... guess i’ll update later with more of his backstory and info. he needs some kind of awesome edgy law power.

oh also he’s a hilarious foreigner who is totally mystified by American culture.

anyway enjoy my abomination son!

#art #silly #edit] #ace attorney #spirit of justice #ORIGINAL CHARACTER

[yourgoodfriendraichel]

4, 10, 50, 27, 17 for the oc ask thing 😙

You got it! Let’s party, people! (Also, I put the asks in numerical order for convenience) Also, it’s a bit long, just fair warning.

Ask me about my OCs!

4.) A character you rarely talk about?

- I’m pretty quiet about my OCs in general, so an argument could be made for literally any of my characters. I mean, I avoid speaking of some of my earlier OCs, including a gender-fluid, car-loving robot, and a reasonably over-powered pokemon OC (though at least she had weaknesses, even if I wasn’t inclined to use them). I don’t know how often I talk about my Magical Matriarchy? They’re based on games I used to play with My Little Ponies (G3) as a kid, and it’s just this huge family set-up. There’s also a not-super-fleshed out idea about magical kids who find out they’re magic when their animal familiar appears to them. 

10.) Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

- I’m gonna’ be honest, I don’t think about characters’ designs too terribly much. But the Magical Matriarchy all have multicolored hair, so that’s a little over the top, and as far as drawing or thinking out the designs in one of my newer stories, which takes place in a medieval/fantasy style setting, there are way more (and less familiar) pieces than I usually think about. So, as an example of each:

- Raina, the queen of (unnamed magical land), has hair that is literally the colors of the rainbow, and probably wears blue, potentially complex dresses to events.

- and Lona, star of my newest story, in her casual wear probably has on at least undergarments, some kind of shirt, a vest-type thing over that, a belt, like, three pants layers probably, boots, and a cape just FULL of pockets.

- OK, honestly, I think the take-away here is that I don’t have any especially complicated designs.

17.) Any OC OTPs?

- The longest piece I’ve ever finished was about a robot/android girl and her human gf, and they were super cute together and fit each other perfectly. Lona and Leigh, my newest main characters, are also pretty great together, but I think I’m going to write the story without them explicitly getting together, and then I also have this fake power ranger team, and Tanya and Jade, my red and yellow rangers, are old friends and real cute together. They’re going to get together at the end of the (super hypothetical) first season. Neither one is straight (duh), but they’ve known each other for longer than they’ve known that, so neither one of them necessarily wants to put that friendship in jeopardy and/or they don’t want to assume the other would like them just ‘cause they like girls, but then, you know, life threatening scenarios are faced, and that’ll really bring some emotions forward.

27.) Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

- (You know me well, Flannel. This is a good question) Generally speaking a lot, if not most, of my characters are connected to a song, but I’m not sure how many were actually inspired by one. The only one I can think of for sure is Vivi. Vivi is from a story about six teenage girls who are chosen as champions for the greek goddesses (and are given powers/cool stuff to match) and the whole idea stemmed from a song, which led specifically to Vivi. 

- “Who is in your heart now” by Studio Killers gave me this idea of Aphrodite, goddess of love, singing the song in a nightclub, probably setting people up with magic and what-not, but given the design for Studio Killers’ lead singer, this particular mental image of Aphrodite was based off of that. From there, Vivi got the qualities of curvy Aphrodite as the goddess’s champion as the idea of the champions developed, and Aphrodite kept the singer persona. 

50.) Give me the good ol' OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

- So many options, so little time! Anything carries so much possibility! Here’s what I’ll do! I’ll tell you about the songs that go with different OCs! (This is gonna’ be great. But also long, so for everyone’s sake it’s under the cut.)

- OK, just for a little order, I’m not going to talk about every OC ever, but I will talk about my favorites with the strongest connections to particular songs, and why.

- For the robot/human gfs I mentioned earlier (the robot’s name is Hope and the human’s name is Dakota) there were a couple of songs that were super intwined with their story for me: Porter Robinson’s Sad Machine, and Riptide by Vance Joy. Dakota takes Hope under her wing when Hope’s mother/creator is arrested, and some major themes in Sad Machine work really well with that (basically the whole song being about a (maybe) robot girl + “she depends on you” thing is at the heart of both the song and the story, I feel), and in a similar vein Riptide overlays on Dakota’s perspective of the whole story, losing the sort of authority figure that Hope’s mother was to Dakota as well as the possibility of losing Hope, whom she quickly becomes very close to, ties in with the whole “running down to the riptide/left hand man” kind of ideas and the “wanna’ know if you’re gonna’ stay” (and the thematic similarities of “singing that song” with the multiple songs tied into the story, and “there’s this movie that I think you’d like” with Dakota showing Hope a bunch of movies for the first time.) (if any of this has piqued your interest, I posted the first couple chapters here. It’s not my best work, but it’s something.)

- And my newest awesome duo, Lona and Leigh, also have a couple songs that work really well, including King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men, and, oddly enough for a fantasy story, that 80s hit Everybody Wants to Rule the World, originally by Tears for Fears (but the first link is to the cover I’ve been using to keep the ol’ inspiration up. Sorry not sorry.) King and Lionheart works well because it works (to some extent) from both characters’ perspectives. Lona is actual royalty, so Leigh feels a need to protect/be there for her, but also Lona is a fighter, and Leigh really kind of isn’t, so she also feels the need to protect him, and yadda yadda yadda. Then both songs have similar lines that apply to the two of them: “there’s a room where the light won’t find you/holding hand while the walls come tumbling down/when they do I’ll be right behind you” in Everybody Wants to Rule the World, and “when the world comes to an end/I’ll be here to hold your hand” in King and Lionheart, that go with how much destruction each of their personal worlds have taken either before or during the story, and honestly my favorite thing about these two is that they’re there for each other, and that’s what I’m getting at. Also dealing with past horrors/trauma works well with King and Lionheart’s “howling ghosts, they reappear/and mountains that are stacked with fear.” The entire theme of Everybody Wants to Rule the World also works with the entire damn story, since it’s a royalty exiled type thing, so the villain takes over Lona’s kingdom, Lona’s gotta’ get it back, so on and so forth. Good songs. I like them very much.

- Some other honorable mentions include: Ke$ha’s Die Young for Vivi and Juno (Hera’s champion). Vivi is Juno’s first big, gay crush. It’s great. And Children of the Stars by The Orion Experience for my entire (fake) power ranger team. Their theme is constellations and pride flags and they’re all great. (I actually have a post about them here) 

- I think the takeaway here is that though I think I’m attaching songs to characters, they get more thoroughly stuck to a character or two (and also themes and plot points, but that’s a whole other thing and like 10 more songs.)

But that’s more than enough for today, and to anyone that read all this, thank you so much! Hope it was of literally any interest to you, and that you have a lovely day. 

Ask me about my OCs!

#OCs #my OCs #OC #Writing #Raichel Writes #ask #flannelandsarcasm

[stunningocs]

OC Phone Backgrounds~

i saw a tweet and it made me wanna like tell what my oc’s phone backgrounds are so letsa go!! ps a lot of them are with shanice’s (aka lizardsareouroverlords) oc’s since my triplets love her triplets to death soooo

nico: his lock screen is a photo of Orion smiling and kissing Nico’s cheek, while his home screen is a photo of his dad flexing his muscles while little children versions of the triplets hung off his arms, smiles overtaking all their faces.

kelsey: her lock screen is a photo of a coffee she got that had a smiley face designed into the top. her home screen is a photo of herself and her best friend (shanice’s Azor) with milk mustaches and their best funny faces.

slash: his lock screen is a photo of a sunset (real basic i know) and his middle finger flipping off the sunset. his home screen is a photo of slash giving his best friend (shanice’s salem) a piggy back ride.

orion: his lock screen is a picture of nico with a pair of fake glasses on, reading a book (it’s one of his favorite photos of nico). his home screen is a photo of his bookshelf which if filled with kid games, which is color coordinated, so it’s a rainbow of kid games. (to color coordinate he put colored sticky notes on the side and wrote the names on the sticky note)

langston: his lock screen is of his mother smiling and kissing his forehead, and his home screen is a picture of blaine singing (he went to one of his concerts secretly and got a picture), he changes it to cake whenever he is with blaine though.

blaine: he isnt very fond of electronics, so his lock screen and home screen are the same, and they are a picture of himself and his sister in front of the statue of liberty (from when she visited and they traveled to NYC).

tate: his lock screen is of his piano covered in rose petals, and his home screen is of him and gray hugging after tate one the talent contest at school.

gray: his lock screen is of him and his boyfriend, and his home screen is of a really pretty Lifewtr bottle he bought.

casey: he has the default iPhone backgrounds.

nate: his lock screen is of his ferret sitting on the couch and his home screen is of max in.. *whispers* lingerie. 

max: his lock screen & home screen is of him and nate kissing under a maple tree.

#oc hc

[sierraraeck]

The Second Case (Pt.1)

BAU x OC Aundreya

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

(This is my gif so please give credit if used)

Summary: The second case with the team means revisiting Aundreya’s hometown of Chicago. It quickly becomes personal and requires her to use connections and skills she acquired on the streets. Story two.

Category: Just working a case with the team

Warnings: Normal CM gore. A case involving young teenage girls. Mentions of drugs. Cussing.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all 100% fiction and I don’t actually know how gangs work.

I did start with the team that Monday, and while I was used to things moving fast, their version of ‘briefing’ was a whole new ball game. The first case felt a lot more like a dry run than anything. I honestly felt kinda useless. They all talked so fast, especially Spencer when he rambled facts or had revelations about something the rest of us didn’t understand. As promised, I was stuck in the precinct for the entire week practically, with plenty of badges around to watch me. And trust me, all of them did. I was back at the bottom of the food chain, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in almost a decade. It was infuriating, but I was just glad to be out in the world. Mostly.

Even though the team had supposedly voted to allow me to join them, it definitely didn’t feel that way. No one hardly talked to me. I mean, Morgan and Reid didn’t even so much as look at me, and when they did, it was only to give me a weird look everytime I said something, even when I was right. Especially when I was right.

But I brushed all of that off when I realized what the next case was. We would be headed right back to Chicago, probably the last place someone like me wanted to be seen with Feds.

Garcia flashed three bodies up on the screen. “Abigail Meyers, Josie Wilson, and Mya Burns. All three were found in their backyards, multiple stab wounds, and their throats slashed.”

“Do you have an age on these girls?” Morgan asked.

“Yes. Abigail and Josie were 15, Mya was 14.”

“They had each been reported missing in the morning and were found dead later that evening,” Hotch said.

“Our unsub would have to be sophisticated enough to be able to get the girls back into their own backyards later that night without being detected by the cops or the parents, since they would all be on high alert for the girls to return in case they had just run off,” Reid said. “Any connection between the three?”

“Besides geography, I haven’t found anything, but as always I will keep digging,” Penelope responded.

“What is that in their right hand?” JJ asked. I directed my attention to what she was talking about. Garcia pulled up another photo zoomed in on their right hands. “Apparently, all three had been stabbed straight through their hand.”

“And our unsub just left the knife through their hand at the crime scene?” Derek asked.

“Switchblade,” I corrected before he could get his answer. They all looked over at me. “I’ve seen something like this before. It’s been a while, but this was the signature of a rival gang, the Angels, in Chicago before ours took it over.”

“Stabbing the girls multiple times and leaving the murder weapon was a gang signature?” Rossi asked me.

“No. Not the multiple stabbings. For a gang member that would take too long. But the blade through the hand? That’s definitely a signature,” I replied.

“Okay, so if this is gang related, why the rest of it? The kidnapping, the stabbing, the dump sight...” Jennifer trailed off.

“I don’t know, but three victims in five days? This guy clearly doesn’t need much of a cooling off period,” Prentiss chimed in.

“Exactly, which means we need to act fast. Wheels up in 30.”

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When we landed, I went right to the precinct with Aaron and JJ. The rest went to the crime scenes or to talk to the ME.

“I’m SSA Hotchner and this is Agent Jareau and Chambers,” Aaron introduced. The head of the department shook my hand, but held it for a little too long.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” the man asked me.

I shook my head. “No, I don’t believe so.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I know of a Chambers,” he pressed.

“Sorry. I think you’ve got the wrong girl,” I replied. He must’ve been new because if he had been there even two years ago, I’m sure people still would have been talking about me. I was just thankful the FBI made good on their promise to keep my escape and new employee status under the rug. JJ and Hotch looked at me, but I just shrugged them off. As if they didn’t already know I enjoyed lying to new people about who I was. I followed them into the office where we were supposed to set up. They already had a board up with pictures and information about the victims. That’s when Garica called.

“I regret to inform you of this, sir, but another girl has just gone missing. Her name is Jayana Orion…” I stopped listening. Jayana Orion. I hadn’t heard her name in a while. She was supposed to be my responsibility. When her mother, one of the only real friends I made during my 7 years on the streets, died, she asked me to do one thing for her, and that was protect her daughter. Of course, Sydney’s husband, Todd, was still around to help take care of her, but she knew that I would be able to handle the possible threats to Jayana better than he would. Instead, I made a dumb decision which left me in a prison where I could no longer help them. And now I had completely failed her.

“... Chambers?” I was snapped back to reality, Aaron trying to get my attention. “What do you think?”

“Sorry, about what?” I asked. I was going to have to compose myself if I didn’t want them picking up on this.

“Reid called from the ME saying that each girl had cocaine in their systems. Does that mean anything to you?”

“Other than cocaine being a popular street drug, no,” I said, still distracted. “Do we know anything else about Jayana?”

“Garcia is looking into it and Rossi is talking to her father now. If he sticks to schedule, we have until tonight to find her.”

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

“So according to their phone records and laptops, all three girls were talking about how unhappy they were with their parents, but I’ve found no contact between them that is the same,” Garcia said.

“All of their parents agreed that they had been distant lately,” Rossi said.

“So, what? These girls get mad and just decide to run? It sounds to me like this would have to be a stalker,” Prentiss said.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t fit with our gang affiliated profile,” Jareau said.

“Well maybe we got it wrong. Maybe this guy isn’t gang affiliated and just picked up on one of their signatures. I mean, there are no markings claiming responsibility, and no MO that matches a gang to the T,” Morgan offered. I could tell by his undertone that he somewhat enjoyed the idea of me being wrong.

“I still don’t understand. Why the shallow cuts on the arms?” Rossi asked. The room went silent and out of habit, I started scratching my own arm. Wait, my arm. That’s when it hit me. The cuts, the cocaine, the blade through the hand, the backyard...

“Garcia, are you still on the line?” I asked.

“Sure am,” she called.

“Where did you say their phones pinged from last?” Garcia started rattling off places as I dotted them on the map. I could feel the stares on my back as I worked. I turned to face the team. “I think this guy is trying to initiate these girls.”

“What?” Morgan looked at me like I had grown a third arm.

“Yeah. The last place these girls phones pinged are from designated street corners. Each girl stood at a different pick up zone for the Angels initiation. I didn’t immediately put it together because the Angels have been disbanded for almost 8 years. During most initiations, new members ditch their phones, and are forced to take some sort of stimulant or hallucinogenic to make them more compliant. Usually new recruits are asked multiple questions while under the influence so the gang can gage if they think they will be loyal to them or not. If people don’t pass they are usually just released. Traitors, on the other hand, are punished severely. They are usually dumped at a place of significance to them or their partners as a warning. In this case, the place of significance is their own backyard. The blade through the hand was just a way the Angels marked their traitors,” I said.

“So while this guy has them, he initiates them, and then thinks they have betrayed him in some way,” Derek said.

“Which causes him to lash out, which is why we see the overkill, but continues with the rest of the procedures,” Spencer finished.

“That’s great and all, but we still don’t know why he cuts their arms,” Rossi pointed out.

“Well, most initiations have recruits cut themselves and bleed on to, or in to, something of value and importance to the gang, solidifying their loyalty. Plus, most veteran gang members have plenty of cuts on their arms from training accidents or rival gang encounters,” I answered, realizing too late what I’d just invited everyone to do. They all dropped their gaze to my forearms to confirm my theory, which were exposed due to my rolled up sleeves. I quickly tugged them down to cover the small scars littering my arms.

“So that explanation does fit, but how is he finding his victims? Garcia said she found no mutual contact between the girls, but he would have to have some sort of prior contact with them for them to know exactly which street corner to stand on,” JJ said.

“Or maybe these are just victims of opportunity? If these girls ran from their homes, they could have just ended up on the wrong street corner,” Prentiss suggested.

“Or what if there’s a second unsub?” Aaron said. “We profiled initially that this was a gang member. We then completely contradicted our profile and changed to a stalker who would know they were unhappy at home and were just waiting for them to get out of the house. But we could be looking at one of each. A stalker who does all of his contact in person, letting them know what street corner to stand on, then either he or the former gang member picks the girls up and brings them to a second location where they are initiated and killed.”

“Okay, so if there are two of them, finding the stalker is going to lead us to our killer. But where would he go once he’s already delivered a girl to the gang member?” Derek asked.

“He’s probably already stalking his next victim,” Reid said.

“Maybe not,” I proposed. “At the rate these guys are working, they would have already had to know who they wanted to take. I mean, I don’t think this stalker guy can figure out that these girls are having constant trouble at home in just under 24 hours.”

“So what are you thinking?” Emily asked.

“In a gang, there are multiple levels of people. The people in charge of recruiting usually have a certain block or region that they cover looking for vulnerable people they can recruit. So once this guy sees these girls out and around his area, he takes it to another level by stalking them, probably at night when they are with their family. But during the day? He could still be scoping out people in his region,” I said.

“So how are we going to narrow it down? There are plenty of creepy guys on the streets to choose from,” Emily said.

“True. But if things haven’t changed too much in the past 4 years since the last time I was here, I’m pretty sure I know someone who can help us out.”

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It took a lot of convincing for Aaron, and frankly the rest of the team members, to agree to this. I wasn’t supposed to be out in the field, definitely not this soon after joining the team, but I knew someone who could help and we were running out of time. Deen had been a loyal member of the Cloaks and later joined my ring of elite criminals as an expert in laundering money. He was one of the most important pieces that kept the streets going. While he was great at laundering, he was better at listening. Somehow, he just seemed to hear and pick up on everything. I knew that if agents showed up, or even if I showed up with one, there was no way I was getting any information out of him. Hell, I was worried he wouldn’t even talk to me alone after this many years. But it was my best shot if I wanted to save Jayana.

“We’re going to a bookstore?” Morgan questioned.

“It’s his front,” I answered. It made me uncomfortable to have to give the FBI this much information on Deen. He and I always worked as a well oiled machine and I wasn’t ready to betray his trust. I was trying to give out as little information about him as possible. I hadn’t even told them his name.

“We are going to have to wire you,” Aaron said.

“No! You can’t do that,” I said.

“We can’t just let you in there to talk to some old gang friend without a wire,” Aaron said.

“You have to. I mean, I’m even worried that he’s not going to talk to me after this many years, and if he’s heard anything about my escape or joining the FBI, which there’s a chance he has, the whole plan is screwed. Plus, he’ll probably know that I’m wearing one.”

“How? Unless you alert him that you're wearing one, he shouldn't know,” Morgan stated.

“If he doesn’t know, he’ll probably check. Then we’ll lose him as a reliable contact now, and potentially in the future,” I countered. “Plus, you already have Reid and Jareau in there pretending to be customers in case anything goes wrong, or you think I’m going to try something.”

I had a point and they both knew it. It wasn’t like I was walking into a trap or like he’d set a bomb in there or anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had set a bomb for emergency purposes, but the team didn’t need to know that. If anything, he was sitting in the middle of my trap, which had always been one of my specialties. The car slowed to a stop and I got out about a block from the store.

“Remember, you are going in there for one purpose and one purpose only,” Aaron started.

“To figure out where this stalker guy is. Yeah. I got it,” I said. I crossed the street catty-corner and pushed open the glass doors. I immediately spotted Reid standing in one of the isles, skimming through a book, and JJ sitting down in a chair just a few feet from the entrance. Neither turned to look at me, already getting the message through their ear piece that I’d entered the building. It felt stupid that this seemed like a whole undercover operation when all I was doing was talking to someone who could help us save Jayana. But I guess it showed how much they didn’t trust me, and the people I was in contact with.

I confidently walked over to the customer service desk and looked the kid up and down. He was probably just out of high school and was definitely a new recruit.

“Hey, can I speak to your manager?” I asked.

He looked up at me. “Is there a problem?”

I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and the top of my waistband and quickly flashed him the tattoo over my left hip bone. His eyes went wide. “No. There’s no problem. I would just like to speak with him if that’s alright.”

“Uh, sure, ma’am. I’ll, uh, be right back,” the kid croaked, stumbling over his words and rushing toward the door that was labeled ‘Employees Only.’ The tattoo was of a double infinity sign inside a two-ringed circle. The symbol on the left hip bone identified who was a part of my underground ring. The second ring of my circle signified that I was the leader. Deen had a second ring with dashed lines, to show that he was second in command, and as of now, in charge.

I recognized his walk first. Deen had been shot in the knee and it never healed correctly, so he always had this extra bounce to the way he walked. He shaved all of his facial hair and let his jet black hair grow a little longer than I was used to. But his cat-like green eyes were exactly the same. I almost felt relieved when he pulled me into a giant hug. He was just an inch or so shorter than me, which always made me smile when he had to reach slightly up. You’d think all gang members were cold-hearted and ruthless, which Deen could be at times, but he’d always treated me like a younger sister. A younger sister who was in charge.

“Damn, girl! It’s been too long. What the hell are you doing here, I thought for sure you’d be eaten alive in there!” God I’d missed that slight Spanish accent.

“Oh how I have missed that confidence booster,” I teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant. You could kick anyone’s ass any day. Including mine. But seriously, what are you doing here?” He quickly dropped his voice and his expression became more serious, losing the slight shock that was there a few moments ago from seeing me for the first time in a while.

“I wish I were here under better circumstances,” I started.

“But when has that ever worked out for us?”

“Very true,” I agreed. I leaned in closer to him and dropped my voice to a whisper. “I actually need some information.”

“What kind of information?”

“I’m looking for someone.” Deen glanced around the room and his eyes landed on Reid and Jennifer.

“What is going on?” he asked. I knew that he was going to start putting things together soon, so I had to get him to focus on the matter at hand.

“You remember Sydney, yeah?”

“Of course. How could I forget her?”

“Her daughter, Jayana, is missing,” I said.

“Well, have you spoken to Todd?”

“Yes, do you think I’m an idiot, of course, but he doesn’t know anything.”

“You don’t want me to answer that,” he responded playfully. I’d missed our ability to banter in the middle of a crisis, our way of keeping each other’s head above water. “So what do you need my help for?”

“I need you to help me find a guy.”

“There are a shit ton of guys around here, you’re going to have to be more specific,” Deen said. I rolled my eyes at his dry humor.

“Yeah, you jackass, I know that, but if you’d just shut up and let me finish. You remember where the Angels used to set up? The corners where they’d pick up new recruits?”

“Sure.”

“Well, have you seen anyone you don’t really recognize hanging around those spots?”

“Alionth-” he started.

“Aundreya,” I quickly corrected. I flinched slightly at the sound of the stage name I’d given myself once I took over the gang and pushed it way underground. I hadn’t heard it in so long and I didn’t want to be reminded of the last time someone used it.

“Come with me,” he commanded, taking my hand and dragging me behind the ‘Employees Only’ door. “What is going on? You show up out of nowhere asking for information on a guy that I’m sure you could scope out yourself, ask me to call you by your old gang name, and there are two customers in the store who have been here for too long and kept glancing over at us. What has happened to Jayana and why are you here?”

I knew he would start picking up on stuff. “Look. I’ve been out for only a few weeks-” I started.

“Oh yeah! That too! How the hell are you here because I’d bet my life they didn’t just let you go,” Deen asked. He stared right into me, daring me to lie to him.

“I escaped,” I said. His face contorted and he took a small step back.

“You what now?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s impossible. Most people can’t even get out of normal prison let alone ADX.”

“Well I’m here aren’t I?”

“How’d you do it?”

“Can we please focus?” I was getting restless. I knew they were only going to give me a limited amount of time out of sight and earshot before they burst in. Plus, I could feel the time slipping by, each moment as important as the last if we were going to find Jayana alive. “Look. Jayana is my responsibility. It was the last thing Sydney asked me to do and she is in a lot of trouble. If you do not help me, I will have failed Sydney’s dying wish of protecting her daughter. So will you please just answer my questions?”

Deen gave me a skeptical look, but based off the one I gave him, he knew better than to keep pressing for answers. “Yeah. I’ve seen a guy hanging around.”

“Do you know his name?”

He hesitated before answering, “Ben-somethin’.”

“Could you describe him to me?”

“Short, probably my height or a little shorter. White. Dressed like a bad boy wannabe. And now that you mention it, he was hanging around the Angels' old spots.”

“During the day?”

“Sort of. He’d be there early in the morning, then leave during the middle of the day, come back in the evening, then leave during the middle of the night. Like clockwork,” Deen said. I could always count on him to be observant.

“Would you happen to know where he is now?” I asked.

“Those aren’t customers in my store, are they?” he replied, changing the subject. Instead of answering him, I put my hands behind my head and turned around. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not wired. I already checked that.”

Right, the hug earlier. “So you’re telling me you didn’t actually want a hug?” I pouted.

He laughed. “No, I did. It was multi-purpose.” We stood there staring at each other for a while before I decided to break the silence.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell them anything about you, not even your name. I tried my best to shield your face from them as well,” I said.

“And as long as I help you out, I’m in the clear,” Deen finished my train of thought. I nodded. He was handling this a lot better than I expected. Maybe leadership over the course of the past four years helped mellow him out. “Damn. I’d heard rumors but I thought that was all they were.”

“I’m still the same person you knew from four years ago. Still doing what I have to do to survive in the best way I can.” He was silent for a while, probably trying to gage how much he still trusted me. “Please, help me. Help Jayana. Just tell me where you think he’d be, and I will get out of here and take those unwanted customers with me.”

He started nodding. “Fine. Fine. I think he’s moving in a star pattern. Starting at the bottom left, then moving up to the point, bottom right, and so on. I still can’t figure out his pattern when it comes to picking up the girls, but if he’s keeping to his usual schedule, he should be at the far right point today. But,” he said checking his watch, “not for long. You might have 40 minutes max before he leaves again.”

I did my best to retain everything he told me. “Wait, how long have you been watching this guy? I mean, how many girls has he picked up?” Deen was like no other when it came to tracking patterns and people on the street, but not even he was good enough to figure out something that intricate in 5 days.

“I don’t know. A couple months or so. I didn’t start realizing he was picking up girls until a few weeks ago.” This had been going on for a couple months? Where were all the other girls then?

“Thank you so much for this. I hope I can come back soon under different circumstances,” I said, already halfway out the door and back into the store. He came behind me and grabbed my arm, turning me so that I was looking at him.

“I hope you can too, Aundreya, but I swear to God, if anyone finds out I cooperated with Feds, or this place goes under because of this-”

“It won’t. And once they trust me more there will be no reason for them to be on my back all the time and I can come here without a plus two. And if something happens, which it won’t, but if it does, you know how to contact me. Over my undead body,” I said. Deen gave me a half smile at our old phrase, which we used to remind each other that we were loyal to the end. Lucky for us, the end always seemed to mean that of our enemies.

“Over our undead bodies,” he said with a nod. I walked toward the entrance where Spencer and Jennifer were still acting like customers. They were supposed to wait until I had exited, then slowly make their departures after me to try and make it look natural. But considering Deen already knew, and as a show of good faith to him, I decided I’d make it easier.

“C’mon guys. Let’s get outta here,” I said, waiting by the door.

They both looked at me like I’d lost my mind, Jareau opening her mouth then shutting it again.

“He already knows. I told you he would. For once, let’s make it easy on ourselves,” I said, holding the door open for them. Reid let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed past me, avoiding eye contact. JJ walked out after him. I quickly scanned the room one last time, but Deen had already disappeared again, and the young boy was back at the front desk like nothing had happened. “You’re doing a good job, kid,” I said to him, and he smiled shyly at my words. I gave him a single nod, then followed the other two out the door.

“What were you thinking?” Reid said harshly.

“What? The guy knew,” I stated.

“But what if he didn’t know? You would have just blown our cover,” Spencer said, the frustration having never left his voice. His upper back muscles around his shoulder blades and traps started twitching, a tell of discomfort I had gotten used to seeing.

“Well he did know, so it was worthless to waste time,” I replied, still following behind him.

“What if it was a theory he had, and you just confirmed it,” Spencer countered.

“Even you don’t believe that. If you did, you wouldn’t have phrased it as a hypothetical. Plus, the quicker I can get your irritatingly large brain back on topic, the quicker we are going to find Jayana,” I pointed out. We reached the car where Hotch and Morgan were sitting, and I recapped everything Deen had told me. Reid called Garcia to update her and start searching for ‘Ben’s in the area with a track record. The rest of us quickly moved towards the corner this Ben character was supposed to be at. We paired off and started canvassing the area. We’d looked for about 30 minutes and found no one.

“How reliable is your guy?” Morgan asked me.

“Reliable.”

“You sure? ‘Cause we’ve been looking for a while and none of them fit the profile or description.”

“Yeah. I’m sure,” I replied. According to Deen, we only had about 10 more minutes or less to find this guy before he took off.

“Has Garcia identified anyone yet?” Aaron asked.

“No, not yet. There are plenty of ‘Ben’s around,” Morgan answered.

“What if we start looking at cars? If this guy is going to leave soon, and based on the distances he’s going, he’s most likely got a car, probably a van,” JJ offered. We paired back off and went around looking for weird people around vans. Which was a surprising amount. Aaron’s phone started ringing, a call coming in from Morgan.

“He’s got him,” is all he had to say before we were both running back to the SUV where Morgan was already pushing a man into the backseat.

Part 2

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