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dreamwritesimagines · 3 years

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Twisted 28 - Sunlight [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, hospitals, medicine.

Word Count: 4400

Summary: Survival makes people stronger.

Everyone’s voices were so muffled that for a moment it felt as if you were under water. It came and went just like the warmth, just like the comfort—

One moment there, the other moment far away, and anytime you tried to reach through that haze, you were pushed back into the numbness.

You could swear at some point your father was there too. You were still at the cabin, in that dress, sitting across from him by the chessboard, and then back at the weekend house where your sister was chasing you around the piano, your mother calling out for you to stop running, then someone pushing you into the lake by the cabin before it changed again and your father handed you a knife.

If this is hell, I’d like to talk to the manager.

But eventually, it all came back to you. There was this heaviness on your hand, your chest and ribs hurt terribly and your forehead kept stinging as you tried to open your eyes to meet the bright lights of the hospital room.

Ah. You weren’t in the woods anymore.

You had made it after all.

The constant beeping of the machine caught your attention for a moment before you looked down to see Spencer’s head resting on your hand, his fingers entwined with yours. Your mother was by the couch, her eyes fixed on the ceiling with a crumpled tissue in her hand and Mina was resting her head on her shoulder.

“Mom?” you rasped out and your mother’s eyes whipped to yours, Mina sat up and Spencer’s head shot up.

“Oh thank God!” your mother jumped out of her seat to come to your beside and pressed a kiss on top of your head, making you wince. “Oh thank God you’re okay…”

“Hey,” Mina wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat, “Welcome back brat.”

You smiled and turned to Spencer who was still holding your hand tight, watching you with bloodshot eyes.

“I know,” you said, “No eyeliner right?”

A small sob mixed with laughter rose from his throat and he pressed your hand to his lips, swallowing thickly.

“Hi.”

“Hey professor,” you tried to smile but you were in too much pain to do so, “Is there like…a morphine button or-?”

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Mina rushed out of the room and closed the door behind her, and your mother pulled back.

“How do you feel honey?”

“Like I crawled out of hell,” you said, “Is- is everyone okay?”

“Everyone is fine.”

“Where’s Lily?”

“With Kenzie and Nolan, outside.”

You let out a breath and turned to Spencer.

“You figured it out?” you asked, “The note?”

“Ophelia, yeah,” he sniffled and nodded fervently, “Cabin by the lake, we were on our way there when—” he stopped talking as if remembering it was way too heavy on him and you squeezed his hand.

“How did I….” you looked between them, “Survive? Erica shot me.”

“The helicopter,” your mother said, “We sent it with a medic and a sniper just in case.”

“You sent a helicopter with a medic and a sniper?” you repeated, “Mom, that sounds like a joke.”

“Well I’m glad you find it funny,” your mother wiped at her eyes again, “Because you’re grounded for the rest of your life.”

“Okay,” you shot a look at Spencer, “Ignore this.”

“No, not even your boyfriend can help you right now.”

“They still like you, no worries,” you explained and he shook his head slightly, reaching out to touch your cheek as if trying to prove to himself that you were real.

“I thought—“ he started and blinked back the tears, gritting his teeth and you rubbed your thumb over his hand.

“I’m fine,” you said and lifted your head when the thought hit you, “Wait what happened to Lincoln?”

A shadow crossed Spencer’s eyes and your mother flexed her fingers as if she wanted to throttle someone upon hearing his name.

“That monster is currently handcuffed to a hospital bed,” she said, “But not to worry, we put ten guards in front of his door, and I will make sure to ruin his life myself.”

“He survived?”

“Barely,” Spencer said through his teeth but before he could say anything else, the door opened and a doctor stepped in. Even you could hear Lily’s very loud protests, Kenzie trying to shush her and you smiled slightly before turning to the doctor who was checking the file in her hand.

“Hello Y/N,” she said cheerfully “Nice to see you awake, for a moment you had me worried we wouldn’t get to meet. So, we have head trauma, a bullet wound, broken ribs and blood loss. Were you trying to fill out a bingo of dangerous injuries or…?”

“Go big or go home doc,” you nodded and she raised her brows.

“Should I put in a psychiatric evaluation in here as well then?”

“Yes please,” your mother pinched the bridge of her nose and you heaved a sigh, making a face.

“Pain?”

“A lot.”

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” she said and Spencer stood up.

“Can I see her chart please?” he asked and she took almost taken aback before showing him the chart.

“I’d like to change these two meds,” Spencer said and started listing off his suggestions while you watched him with a smile on your face.

“Spencer,” you said, “Please let the nice and smart lady do her job.”

The doctor grinned at you, “That’s alright. Is there anything you would like to ask me?”

“Two questions. One, when can I go home?”

“We’d like to keep you under observation for a couple of days, depending on how fast your body shows progress to heal.”

“Okay. Can I smoke here?”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” your mother threw her head back, Spencer just stared at you and the doctor blinked a couple of times.

“Since this job taught me never to take any question as hypothetical,” she said, “I’m just going to answer it. No, under absolutely no circumstances are you allowed to smoke here.”

You curled your lips, “It was worth a try.”

“We’ll give you some really good painkillers, don’t worry,” she winked, “I’ll let the rest of your family in and see you later.”

She walked to the door and opened it, and soon enough Lily rushed inside but as soon as she leaped at you, Kenzie caught her mid-air like a troublesome cat.

“No, what did I say outside?”

“But mama—“

“It’s okay Kenz. Hi bug.”

Kenzie gave you a teary eyed smile and slowly set Lily down, and she hugged her teddy bear before taking a step towards you, nibbling on her lip.

“Does it hurt?” she pointed at the stitches on your forehead and you tilted your head.

“Just a little, sweetie.”

She carefully put the teddy bear beside your bed and grinned at you.

“Mr. Chocolate Chip Cookie will be your friend here,” she patted the teddy bear’s head and you let out a small laugh.

“I really appreciate it bug, thank you,” you said and held the teddy bear in your lap before you turned to Nolan. “Hey man, thanks for the helicopter.”

“Thanks for the almost heart attack,” he replied and fixed his bowtie, “You keep me young with all this panic and adrenaline. Honestly Y/N, never do that to us again, please.”

“I’ll try my best not to get kidnapped by a maniac again,” you stated, “Besides, mom already grounded me so…”

“Good! No jet for you for a while young lady.”

A nurse came in to inject the painkiller into your IV, and you smiled at the sight of your family fondly, then cleared your throat.

“Hey, not that I didn’t miss you guys,” you said, “But um…can I talk to Spencer for a moment?”

Kenzie and Mina exchanged looks and Kenzie lifted Lily up.

“We’ll be right outside,” she said and walked to the door. One by one they left the room and your jaw dropped when you saw Mina squeezing Spencer’s shoulder before she left as well.

“Well, something changed,” you commented and Spencer came to pull a chair next to the bed before he reached out to hold your hand.

“She was the first one to talk to me when we landed,” his voice still didn’t sound so strong and you frowned.

“What did she say?”

“Go there and bring my sister back.” Spencer said and ran a hand over his eyes, “Based on the profile, I thought he’d already—“ he couldn’t even finish that sentence before he kissed the back of your hand, “I thought I lost you.”

“Nah, cigarettes will kill me, not serial killers,” you reached out to push a curl out of his eyes, “I thought you knew that. All looks and no smarts, aren’t you?”

He scoffed a shaky laugh and you licked your lips.

“What happened there?” you asked, “I heard gunshots after Erica shot me, is she—“

“Dead,” Spencer nodded, “She was shot right there.”

You could feel the goosebumps on your skin, “And Lincoln?”

“I was going to kill him,” Spencer said, “If I got there first, I would’ve.”

“Spencer you don’t mean that.”

“I do,” he told you, a dangerous light gleaming in his eyes, “I do mean that.”

You heaved a sigh, now easier thanks to the painkillers, “Yeah well, I guess I know the feeling.”

“Um- the team is outside as well by the way,” he said, “Luke and Garcia has been here the whole night, and I’ve been instructed to tell you, word by word, no amount of pastries will excuse the worry you put them through.”

You grinned, the tired haze of sleep crashing on you, “Ouch, I’ll have to try harder I guess,” you said and yawned, making Spencer smile.

“Rest a little,” he said, “I’ll stay right here, okay?”

You nodded and leaned your head back to the pillows, then closed your eyes.

***

You were given the permission to go home after a week because your mother insisted on keeping you there until she was convinced you wouldn’t drop dead all of a sudden. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t raise hell when you told her you would be staying at Spencer’s place for a while, and for once, Mina agreed with you.

You really needed to ask Spencer what had happened while you were gone, in detail.

It was strange, but your sleep was much less disturbed after you had returned from the hospital. When you were in hospital you had just assumed it was because of the meds they had given you, but now, sleeping with Spencer in his bed, there was still no sign of any nightmares.

With you, that was. Spencer was a completely different story.

You still had to be careful because of your ribs and the doctor had told you to be careful with how you slept, so the moment you moved a little in your sleep and felt the pain shooting through you, you made a face and reached for Spencer’s side of the bed only to meet an empty spot. You opened your eyes, and carefully sat up in bed, trying to hear whether there was any noise to signal he was coming back to bed but there was none, so you slipped out of the bed and walked to the living room.

Of course he was there. Cradling a cup with steam coming out of it in his hands, staring into the darkness as if he was lost in his own mind.

“Spencer?” you said softly and he turned his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Hey,” he said, trying to smile, “Why are you up?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you tilted your head before you went to sit beside him and he ran a hand through his curls.

“It’s not important.”

“Nightmares?” you asked and he nodded silently.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe later,” he murmured, “How about you? Any pain? Do you need an ice bag?”

You shook your head, “Nah it’s fine,” you said, “It doesn’t hurt that terribly.”

“And your nightmares?”

You shrugged, “No nightmares. I mean—at least not like the earlier ones. Not where I’m turning into him.”

“Trauma works differently in everyone.”

“I don’t think it’s the trauma though,” you said, “I think it’s because…because I know now.”

He raised his brows, his whole attention on you, “What do you mean?”

“It’s not in me,” you said, “It’s just—it’s just not. I don’t think it ever was. My father killed people because it made him feel powerful. It wasn’t like that with me, back at the cabin. It was survival. For me and people I care about, that’s all. It doesn’t make me evil.”

That seemed to pull him out of his thoughts and he smiled.

“No it doesn’t,” he said, “You’ve never been evil. Even when he tried to turn you into that.”

Even your heart felt light, despite the pain in your ribs and your smile widened.

“I know he’s not dead but…”

“He’s locked away. Same difference from now on.”

You paused for a moment, “Speaking of,” you said, “I was thinking I could go and see him for the last time.”

He frowned, “Why?”

“I don’t know. I think it’ll help me put this whole thing behind me.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I want to see the look on his face when he realizes his small project failed,” you said, “Trust me. There’s no way he can get to me, not anymore.”

He rubbed his thumb over your hand and you leaned back to the back of the couch, still keeping your gaze on his handsome face.

“You don’t have to come with me,” you said, “If it’s too much.”

“It’s not that,” he rasped out, “Officially, I might not be allowed in.”

“Why not?”

“I’m leaving the BAU.”

You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him, then sat up straighter.

“What?”

“I can’t anymore,” he averted his glances from you to look into space, nibbling on his lip, “Y/N, I was out of the city when they called me to tell me you were missing, that you were most probably taken by the copycat. And for the whole time until I found you…” his voice cracked, “Lincoln’s profile, before we even knew that he was Lincoln, it all suggested that he…killed his victims without spending any time with them. I thought—“ he sniffled and cleared his throat, “I can’t do that anymore. Imagining you like all those victims…”

“Spencer, I’m fine.”

“But you weren’t,” he said, barely moving his lips, “Back there.”

Ah. The woods.

“That’s what your nightmare was about?” you asked and he heaved a shaky sigh.

“I couldn’t save you,” he said, “You died there, and I couldn’t do anything, I was too late—“

“Spencer,” you reached out to touch his cheek, “Hey, look at me.”

He turned his head so that his eyes would meet yours and you dragged your fingertips over the slight stubble on his cheek.

“You weren’t too late,” you told him, “And I didn’t die. Okay? I’m right here. Don’t leave the BAU because of me, do it only if you want to. I’ll be with you either way.”

He blinked back the tears and nodded. “I want to,” he whispered, “I can’t anymore, and I want- I want to be here. I’ll just…I’ll focus on teaching, and the team can consult me whenever they need to, but I need to be here.”

“And you’re sure about that? It’s not some…heat of the moment decision?”

“It’s not,” he said, “I’m positive.”

“Alright,” you smiled at him softly, “Okay then. I guess instead of talking about gruesome murders and copycats who were after me, we can be one of those boring, cliché couples who bicker about…I don’t know, dirty dishes in the sink, or how you forgot to put down the toilet seat or-“

“Your hair in the drain.”

“I’m going to pretend like you weren’t waiting for the opportunity to bring that up.”

He let out a teary laugh and wiped at his eyes before he pulled you closer and carefully wrapped his arms around you so as not to hurt your ribs, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You brushed your fingers through his curls, as if trying to prove to him that you were there, that you were alright.

“I love you so much,” the confession left his lips in a whisper and you could feel the burning behind your eyes as you raked your nails over the nape of his neck gently.

“I love you too,” you murmured, “God, you have no idea how much.”

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The BAU, upon your request, fixed a meeting with your father for the next week.

And throughout that week, everyone tried to convince you to change your mind. Your mother had made a whole scene during brunch, telling you that it was as if you liked torturing yourself, but you knew deep down that you had to talk to him for the last time.

Seeing your father after what felt like a life time, especially after everything that you had been through was strange at the very least. You didn’t have any goosebumps, you didn’t have that nervousness messing with your head, you didn’t feel like you were under the threat of being attacked any time, and most of all—

You didn’t feel like he was stronger than you. At all.

You lit a cigarette in the interrogation room, then flipped the cap of the lighter and turned your head when the door opened and your father walked in, chains dangling from his handcuffs wrapped around his ankles. He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he didn’t expect to see you there and let out a breath.

“Petal…”

“You should sit down,” you said, exhaling the smoke and a guard helped him sit down across from you.

“We’re right outside, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said and watched as he straightened his back, his gaze focused on you.

“You look…” he trailed off and you raised your brows,

“Hm?”

“What did they do to you?”

“Ah I guess your outside source ending up dead gets you a bit behind on the news,” you said, “Erica is dead, Lincoln is never gonna see the sunlight again, and your whole project to turn me into your legacy with the help of them failed terribly.”

“I’d never allow them to harm you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling the smoke.

“But you fought your way out, didn’t you?” he asked you, “Looks like my training helped you after all. Even if you refuse to see that.”

“Did you seriously think I’d become like you?” you asked back, “Did you think Lincoln would manage to turn me into you?”

“Honey, Lincoln was going to be your companion at best, your first kill at worst.” he said and you clicked your tongue.

“Oh, that was your plan all along?”

“Some part of it, at least. I knew they wouldn’t be able to handle you, but I thought you could decide what to do with them. Could you kill Erica at least?”

“Didn’t get the chance.”

“You should have,” he said, “You would see, Petal.”

You twirled the cigarette between your fingers, staring at him for a couple of seconds.

“I keep thinking,” you mused, “You know what I said to Mina and Kenzie when they first told me they wanted to have a baby?”

He tilted his head, “Hm? What?”

“I asked them if they lost their minds.”

Your father pulled back slightly and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Because I mean… Kenzie’s parents are assholes, and there’s you,” you motioned at him, “Not that anyone else could take the cake on being a messed up parent when you’re in the picture.”

“I take offense to that.”

“I don’t care,” you said, “But then it hit me, back at the hospital. I was looking at this whole mess from the wrong perspective.”

“Which is?”

“They had a point,” you said, “Back then- before all this I mean, I thought when someone decided to have kids, their first priority was to be the perfect parent. That’s stupid, it’s impossible to be the perfect parent, our own parents mess us up in one way or another. But I get it now.”

“You get what?”

“The first step is being better than your own parents, not starting out perfect,” you said, “That’s why every generation is different, we’re all trying to be better than our parents, and some of us actually succeed.”

“And you think you’d be a better parent than me, is that it?”

“Shouldn’t take that much of an effort to be honest.”

“Are you…?” he motioned at you and you scoffed.

“No,” you said, “No, but what happened back there made me think. I’ve been living my whole life so convinced that you messed me up beyond my own control, beyond saving, but that’s not completely true, is it? I mean, just because you’re in my past, doesn’t mean I’ll have to include you in my present.”

“But I am in your present Petal.”

You pursed your lips together, then gestured around you. “Debatable. Nolan is buying this whole place, did you know that?” you asked, “All your guards are on our paychecks, so it should be harder to…use them to contact outside. We control everything that’s happening here, and there’s nothing you can do about that.”

He blinked a couple of times, trying to catch up with your train of thought.

“And you think that will be enough to put me behind you?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t think it’s that easy,” you confessed, “But it’s a start.”

He moved his hands on the table, the chain rattling.

“I raised you.” he said, “I’m inside your head, whether you like it or not. You’re my legacy—“

“I’m my own legacy, you fucking idiot,” you said with a small chuckle, “That’s who I am. Just because your expectations of me will not leave me, doesn’t mean I’ll let them haunt me.”

“And you think that will be enough.”

“I will never see you again,” you tilted your head, “Should make things easier, to be honest.”

He smiled, “But you already hurt people,” he said “You know how it feels now, don’t you? That fire? Now you know what you’re capable of.”

You thought for a moment.

“Yeah,” you said, “Yeah I do. Now I know that if it ever comes to that point, I’m capable of protecting myself and my family. It doesn’t make me a monster, it makes me a survivor. Me and mom have that in common, after the shit you’ve pulled.”

He stared at you and you took a last drag of your cigarette, then checked your wristwatch.

“Well I should go. You may have all the time in the world, but I actually have a life, so…”

You stubbed your cigarette and walked to the door but as soon as you opened it, he said your name, making you stop.

“You can’t escape from this,” he said, “Even if you never see me again, you still won’t escape, you know that, right? Why do you think I chose you and not your sister? Even when you were a child, you had…something in you. Something dark, something dangerous.”

The idea was very familiar to you. You had been saying the same thing to yourself for many years and hearing it from him for what felt like a hundredth time was supposed to make you feel bad, you knew that. If it were any other time before your kidnapping, before saving yourself in that cabin, before surviving everything your father and his followers had put you through, it would probably have more effect on you.

The last time he had done that, you had ended up in the stairs, shaking until Spencer had found you.

But it wasn’t that time.

It was as if something had clicked inside your head after everything, and your father’s words held no strength in them.

“Come on honey,” he told you, “Some people are just born twisted.”

A small smile pulled at your lips and you raised your brows, looking at him for a couple of seconds, etching the sight of him in chains into your memory.

“Maybe,” you said and took a step towards him, opening your cigarette case to pull out the small jasmine flower out of it, then put it on the table, eyes locked to his before you leaned in slightly.

“But I wasn’t.”

With that, you turned around and walked out of the interrogation room for the last time, ignoring the way he was yelling your name. Your smile widened as you made your way out of the building, your heels echoing in the halls before you stepped out, the fresh air filling your lungs.

“Hey,” Spencer greeted you, leaning back to your car and reached out so that you could step into his embrace as he pushed your hair out of your face, “How did it go?”

“As expected,” you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips and he heaved a sigh.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said “Yeah I feel like…he’s gone. He’s gone, I’m here and I’m free and I know myself now. I finally woke up from that nightmare, for good.”

He smiled and brushed his lips against yours, “That’s a good start,” he commented, “What do you want to do now?”

“I’m open to suggestions,” you said and he tilted his head before he held up your keys.

“What do you say we drive away and never return here?”

You let out a small giggle and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I like that idea,” you said, “Let’s drive away and never return.”

Chapter 29

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jemmalynette · 3 years

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Grace Mason Character Profile

Falling Skies Original Character

BASICS

Name: Grace Rebecca Mason

Fandom: Falling Skies

Name Meaning: Gracious, charming, grace of god

Reason for Name: Her mother, Rebecca, thought it was pretty, middle name after her mother.

Age: 18 as of S1

Gender: Female

Nickname: Sis (by her brothers); Princess, Little Miss Mason, Warrior Barbie (by Pope); G (by Boon)

Hometown: Boston, MA, USA

Affiliation: Second Mass

Occupation: Highschooler pre-invasion, now a Second Mass fighter

Birthday: 09 April 1993

Zodiac: Aries

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Nationality: American

Notable Possessions: Knife she keeps in her boot

APPEARANCE/CHARACTERISTICS

Faceclaim: Lyndsy Fonseca

Eye colour: Hazelly blue like her mother’s

Hair colour: Brown

Hair Style: Down and wavy or up in braids/pony tails

Glasses/Contacts: No

Dominant Hand: Right

Height: 5′5

Body type: Slim/Athletic

Piercings/Tattoos: Rebecca let her get her ear lobes pierced at 13, much to Tom's hesitance. At 16, after some arm twisting, Rebecca gave her permission for Grace to get helix piercings.

Shortly after turning 18, Grace's friend Zoe encouraged her to use her birthday money to get a tattoo. Grace got a tiny blue butterfly between her thumb and forefinger. She thought it was pretty and she liked the symbolism of resurrection and change. When Tom found out he went ballistic and grounded her for an entire month. Rebecca liked it in the end and was glad it wasn’t as large as Zoe’s.

Exercise Habits: The occasional run when she can, but she does a lot of running and exercise on missions

Marks/Scars: She has scars all over her body from injuries but nothing extremely noticeable

Clothing: Mostly black, tight trousers/leggings, tank tops and short, heavy jackets, combat boots

Accessories: N/A

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Eldest child/daughter to Tom and Rebecca; older sister to Ben, Matt, Hal and Lexi.

Friends: Anne, Maggie, Lourdes, Jimmy, Casey Taylor (littletonpace OC played by Liv Tyler). Best friend to Zoe Maddison (OC played by Chelsey Reist).

Romantic: Jimmy's crush. Love interest to Miles Wray (My OC played by Luke Mitchell).

Enemies: Karen, the espheni/skitters, Pope

PSYCHOLOGY/PERSONALITY

Strengths: Strong, loving, conscientious, courageous, compassionate.

Weaknesses: Bad temper, quick to violence, over-protectiveness, fear of family's wellbeing, distrustful, judgemental.

Jung Type: ISFJ-T (turbulent defender)

Element: Fire

Colour: Red

Planet: Mars

Mental Health: Generally good although there’s plenty of bad days and anxiety

Social: She is friendly but mostly wrapped up in her own family’s stuff to worry about other people - this is something she wants to work on

Obsessions/Addictions: N/A

Phobias: Losing her family and friends

Drugs/Alcohol: She got drunk once at a party with her friend Zoe but never really tried it again, she will drink it if it’s offered

Violent: Sometimes when provoked or really angry

Hobbies:

Habits:

Motivations: Survival of herself and her family/people

Cursing: Rarely

Catchphrases:

NOTES

She and Hal often argue because they are so similar, practically twins as there is almost a year between them

She used to be closest to Rebecca until she died, then she became incredibly close to her dad, acting as his trusted confidant

She loves kids and is good with babies, having had lots of experience with her brothers, but doesn’t expect to ever have her own family

As the eldest child she is used to having some level of control over her brothers but since the invasion and as her brothers gain more independence she is having to relinquish that control

CREATIONS

Art: https://ibb.co/album/v4rykL

Fics: Heartbeat Away From Death; Grace Mason and The Battle of Fitchburg; Not Dead Yet

Vids: Safe and Sound by littletonpace, Playlist of OC Collabs

Grace Mason Posts

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walkerwords · 3 years

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“My Person” Connie x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Gene Page/AMC

Request from @thanossexual So I had this idea for Connie x Reader where they were together looooong before the apocalypse happened (imagine if they're engaged 😍) so they are in alexandria for a while now. Connie is friends with Daryl, but Y/n notices that glint Daryl has in his eye when his talking with Connie and she gets a little insecure so her fiancé reassures her, and they have a cuddling session 😌❤️ Lots of fluff with a little bit of jealousy. You can add something there if you want to spice up things even more and make it into more angsty imagine. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Word Count: 2123

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Our Love Comes Back” by James Blake

Note: Of course we don’t know Connie’s sexuality for sure, but the reader is GN in this one! All ASL is in italics

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The waves crashed into one another on a sunlit shore as an army prepared for battle.

You stood on a watchpoint, keeping your eyes on the formation below as Aaron led the charge. When Oceanside had offered their beach for training, Daryl had roped everyone else into agreeing. While the Whisperers had drawn their lines, nobody was dropping their guard, especially after what had happened at the fair.

Your group had joined Hilltop when Judith Grimes had found you in the woods one afternoon. You, Magna, Yumiko, Luke, Kelly, and your fiancée, Connie, had all been welcomed quite coldly by Michonne at first, but now, everyone had begun to feel like a family. One you were thrilled to have after being on the road for so long.

You and Connie had been together since before the Turn. The two of you had been High School sweethearts and when the world ended, you didn’t let her out of your sight. As you moved through the world with both Connie and Kelly, you became their main protector. While Connie was the most intuitive of your trio, you had been a strong fighter since before everything had crashed down.

You acted as their scout and took care of any threat that would try to take the love of your life and your best friend away from you. Since living in the new world, you were wary of strangers. Connie trusted people, or rather she wanted to believe that there were still good people out there. Kelly was more skeptical but tended to be more of an optimist like her sister.

When you had met Michonne and then more of her people as the days went by, you didn’t know how to feel about being around them in such close quarters. Then, Connie had gone with Daryl to rescue a couple of teenagers from the girl’s homicidal mother, and you were left alone without the woman you loved.

After the fair, everyone was closer, especially Connie and Daryl. While a part of you knew that they had gone through a lot together, that they had fought together, you couldn’t help but see how much Connie’s eyes lit up whenever he was around. Daryl Dixon was a kind man and a strong leader. He had taken to your family easily and he had even begun to learn ASL.

As much as you liked him, you weren’t too thrilled about how much time he spent with Connie. Since arriving at Oceanside, you noticed that they were never too far from each other. Connie was always watching him train, the way he easily killed the Dead with his dual blades and crossbow.

Dixon didn’t seem like the kind of man to initiate any kind of physical touches with anyone, but with Connie, it seemed easy. He would squeeze her arm or tap his fist against her shoulder with pride. You knew that he was just being friendly, but you couldn’t stop the jealously that rose in you when you watched them.

One afternoon, you were sitting down by the water when you heard soft footsteps approaching. You smiled over at Kelly as she sat down next to you. “Hey,” she said, her eyes turned towards the horizon.

“Hi,” you said back with a quick sign as well. While Kelly hadn’t completely lost her hearing, you knew that she was having days when it would come in and out and that she was worried. You also knew that she appreciated it when you used ASL whenever you spoke to her, just in case. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” Kelly asked. You nodded, not looking at your friend. Kelly sighed and then reached over and touched your shoulder, getting you to look at her. “Talk to me,” Kelly signed.

“It’s nothing,” you signed back, shrugging your shoulders.

“They’re just friends, (Y/N),” Kelly said out loud.

“If you already knew what was bothering me, why bother asking, Kel?”

“I was hoping you would tell me yourself,” she said with a knowing look. She was looking at you with patience, something she always did. Kelly was the one person who could read you like a book. Even Connie didn’t know everything her sister did. It was a bond that you never thought you would have and you cherished it, especially in the world you now were forced to survive in.

“Have you noticed her acting weird lately?” You asked Kelly.

“Weird how?”

“I don’t know...distant?”

“Distant from you?” Kelly asked and you nodded. “Not really, but we are sort of all stressed out right now. With the Skins pissed at us and with what happened to Henry and the others…” Kelly trailed off and you flopped down onto the sand, basking in the warm sun.

“I know,” you sighed, your hands following your words. “I’m being crazy right? Thinking something is going on between the two of them?”

“I get why your head is goin’ there, but they are just friends. My sister loves you so much and she and Daryl are oddly similar. I guess she finally found her own best friend. Sort of how you have me,” she said with a wink.

“Daryl Dixon has nothing on you,” you signed, earning a smile from Kelly.

“Thank you,” she signed back. “Seriously though,” she said, “talk to Connie. I’m sure your thoughts will shut up afterward.”

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Later that day, you found Daryl with Dog watching over his niece and nephew.

“It’s weird, right?” Daryl said as you sat next to him. You were somewhat startled because he was never the one to initiate a conversation with you.

“What is?” you asked, looking over at him. He gestured forward, pointing at Judith and RJ.

“That,” he said. “Seein’ the little ones playin’ in the sand like the old times.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I guess I never thought I would see something like that again.” It was silent again as the salty air rushed around you two. Eventually, he tore his eyes from the kids again to refocus on you.

“How are ya doin’?” Daryl asked, catching you off guard again.

“I’m fine, Daryl,” you said with a small smile, not liking how awkward the energy between the two of you was. “And you? How’s the training going?”

“You tell me,” he said as he picked at his fingernails with the smaller knife in his hands. “Were the formations lookin’ good from yer spot up top?”

“So far,” you said, kicking at the stray rocks at your feet.

“Thanks for bein’ our eyes, (Y/N),” Daryl said. “Usually it’s Carol, but…” he trailed off and you didn’t ask him to elaborate. You didn’t know the woman that well, but you knew that she was grieving over the loss of her son, something you could never even begin to imagine. You also knew that Carol was Daryl’s best friend according to Connie.

“You know, “ you said, “it’s too bad we can’t just clone you a bunch of times. You’re a hell of a fighter, Daryl.” He gave you a small smile, one that was hard to receive from the stoic man, but he seemed to be warming up to you and the others quickly.

“Connie tells me you’re pretty great yourself. Told me the other day that you trained her and her sister.” You nodded, smiling at the thought of Connie praising you in front of your new friends.

“My father was a SEAL,” you explained. “I had to pick up a few things before the end of the world. Though their skills are all thanks to them, they’re quick studies.”

“It’s good that ya knew all that. M’glad you were able to survive this long,” he said with a knock to your shoulder, something he only ever did to his friends. Perhaps he was starting to think of you that way as well.

“Thanks, Dixon,” you said.

“Ya think ya can help some of the fresher faces wield their blades? Not sure if many are gettin’ the hang of hand to hand at this point,” Daryl asked, gathering up his stuff.

“Not a problem,” you agreed. Daryl smiled once more at you before clapping his hands together and getting Dog to chase Judith and RJ, the kids laughing as the canine yipped happily at them. You smiled after them and immediately felt stupid for the thoughts you had expressed earlier.

Daryl Dixon was a good man.

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Later that night you lay awake in the trailer you and the rest of your family were sharing.

You didn’t know where Kelly or Luke were, but you were grateful for the quiet. It was well after dinner when Connie crept quietly into the room, probably thinking you were asleep. Reaching over, you clicked on the lantern, gaining her attention. She waved to you and you sat up in the bed, watching her peel off her boots and pull her hair out of its tie.

You loved the moments when she began to relax for the evening. You always felt so lucky to be able to see the more vulnerable side of her. “What’s up, Love?” she signed, sitting down on the side of the bed.

Shrugging, you just signed, “nothing.” Connie rolled her eyes and playfully pushed you, tucking her legs underneath her to fully face you.

“I know you better than that,” she signed with a frown. You watched her in the low light of the trailer for a moment before giving in.

“It’s ridiculous. I was just feeling jealous,” you explained.

“Jealous? Why?” You gave her a look, but she still didn’t seem to get it.

“You and Daryl were just getting closer,” you said. “I didn’t like it.” Connie shook her head, her curls bouncing around her face.

“Is that what this is about? We are just friends,” she promised.

“No, I know,” you said. “I was just letting my emotions get to me. Lots of stress.” Connie frowned again and then in a single movement, sprang at you. You tumbled back down onto the bed as she pinned you, keeping your hands locked to your sides so you couldn’t interrupt her.

“Listen to me,” she signed, her eyes never leaving yours. “I love you. I have always loved you. I know that we have been under stress, but we will beat it. Together.” Connie repeated the sign for “together”, her hands placed together at the knuckles with her thumbs up as she rotated her hands in a horizontal circle. “Okay?”

You raised your brows, asking for permission to respond when she moved her legs so you can free your hands. “Okay,” you first signed. “I’m sorry I was being so…”

“Jealous?” she asked and you nodded with a roll of your eyes.

“It has just been a while since I have seen you smile the way you do when you are with him,” you finally admitted.

“He is a horrible signer, it is funny,” she said with a snicker.

“You know what I mean, Connie,” you said and she nodded her fist, the sign for “yes”.

“You are my person, (Y/N). Kelly loves you, Luke loves you, Magna, Yumiko, all of them. You are family and you are the only one for me.” A tear fell from your eye as you watched her hands, feeling the emotions that she expressed through her signing.

“I guess I never thought I would have to worry about losing you to anything but the Dead,” you admitted.

“Never, never,” she signed.

“I love you,” you said aloud and she read your lips perfectly. With a wide smile, she pinned your arms above your head and kissed you slowly. Your fingers intertwined as you melted into the woman you loved with everything you had.

Just as she began to slide down your body, the door opened and you froze. Connie furrowed her brow just as Kelly slid into Connie’s view. Used to her sister’s interruptions, Connie smiled at Kelly.

With a smile of her own, Kelly jumped on top of both of you, hugging her best friend and sister tightly as you and Connie struggled for air. When she sat up, she was beaming down at both of you. You grinned at her and Connie.

“My two favourite people!” you signed enthusiastically.

“But you like me more, right?” Kelly signed with a chuckle. With a roll of her eyes, Connie kicked her sister, shoving her off the bed and onto the hard floor.

Kelly looked up at both of you in shock before dissolving into a fit of laughter. You and Connie soon followed and all the worry from earlier in the day washed away.

You were Connie’s person and nothing was going to change that.

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50-percent-winchester-sister · 4 years

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Never Do That Again

Request From: @fancat-not-fangirl

Request: Can you write something where the sister reader gets hurt on a case bc she was protecting either Sam or Dean (like she pushed them out of the way or jumped in front of them or whatnot) and then they're super super worried and protective and frantic over her and they're also guilty for letting her come along on the case

Prompt: After begging and begging for the boys to let you in on the hunt, they eventually give in, only for you to get hurt during

Dean: 29

Sam: 25

Y/N: 18

Word Count: 3,268

MY FIRST REQUEST!! Ahh I feel like a true fanfic writer now!!! I hope you enjoy this fanfic!!

"Dean, come on! At this point I'm begging!" You say flinging your arms up. You've been trying days (which felt like years) and Dean wont budge. You constantly asked Sam, and at which point, you bugged him so much he just gave you a "I don't care as long as Dean lets you," And after that, you had your mind set on bugging the hell out of Dean.

You knew the hunt was harder than the simple salt n' burns that they let you come along with, this hunt required backup, which you 100% will be the backup for.

"No Y/N, my answer will always be no, so there's no point in asking," Dean said to you in an irritated tone. 'day three of asking and hes already annoyed?' You thought to yourself. "But Dean, you know that if this turns sideways, you two will get hurt, it'll be easier on everyone if there was three people working this, I can help!" You reply, you know your right and nothing Dean will say will make you any less wrong.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm not just going to let you." "Dean-" "Y/N, no"

Just then Sam walks in and notices you and Dean barking at each other. You turn around and walk towards Sam and quickly clung onto his arm. "Sam said I can!" And just then, Sams entire soul left his body and .2 seconds later he defends himself so hard your head spins.

"What? Y/N I never said that. I said that you can as long as Dean lets you." "Dean PLEASE, What if you guys get hurt, and I'm not there to help you guys? I get that something can happen but with the three of us, it'll be less likely!"

"Dean shes got a point," Sam says looking a little defeated, "Shes been asking for days, if you keep saying no, there's going to be backlash"

Dean wipes his hand over his face, looking increasingly irritated. "I swear if you get hurt, if I see blood on you and its yours, you're never hunting again, got it?" Dean asks you. "So I'm coming?"

Dean looks over at Sam, who just shrugged at him, and he looks back at you, "Go pack up, we leave in an hour," Dean sighs. "Oh my god, yes! I swear you wont regret taking me" You respond, running to your room, "I better not," Dean yells back

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An hour seems like 10 minutes to you, you hunted plenty of times with them, and sneakily by yourself, but none of the hunts were ever this intense. You go outside to see Sam and Dean waiting for you in the Impala.You get inside and apologize for taking so long, and Sam saying that it was alright and no harm was done.

You, Sam and Dean roll up to the motel since it is already after dark and you're guessing Deans on high alert since you came along. You knew that Dean was going to be harder on you, but that just means you gotta show him how strong you are, even if you get hurt, you gotta suck it up and fight hard, make sure you get that smile that you love to get from him and Sam.

Once you guys settle in and get ready for bed, you see Dean at the table on Sams laptop, you didn't mean to stare, it just sort of happened.

You were thinking about every possible outcome, and you knew Dean was thinking the same thing. 'Will I get hurt? Will Sam and Dean get hurt!?'

Sam looked over at you and noticed that you were staring and Dean for a minute that seemed like forever to him, and he smiled at himself.

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You were the first one up, even before Sam, and he usually is up at 6:00am. it doesn't take long for Sam to wake up, "Why are you up so early?" he asks you. "Take a wild guess" you respond with a shit eating grin,. "Wake Dean up, I'm going to get breakfast," Sam says taking the car keys out of Dean jacket.

Sam leaves and you look over at Dean and stare again, you shake your head lightly, 'no stop thinking that.' You walk over to him lightly smack his arm a couple times, "Dean wake up, Sams getting food, come on"

Dean wakes up and looks over at you with the most softest eyes, "What?" you ask. "What time is it?" he asks in a deep, tired voice. "I don't know hold on" You reply, you walk over to the bed stand where your phone is, "Almost 7:30."

"Did Sam wake you up?" He asks. "Nah I woke up myself" you say as you throw your phone on the bed, "You okay?" you ask him. You know hes gonna say I'm fine you know it for a fac-

"I'm fine, are 'you' okay?" He asks

'Knew it'

"Oh yeah I'm good." You look over at Dean again and hes still in bed, but sitting up and looking at you. "Anyways what did you find out on Sams laptop last night?" "Three deaths this week, one two nights ago, and all three of them had hole marks behind their left ears and their brains are practically sucked out, I'm guessing its a-" "Wraith?" You cut him off.

He looks over at you for a couple/few seconds before talking again. "Yeah, how'd you figure that out?" "Dean, I know how to research, not my first rodeo" you giggle after what you said.

Ten minutes later Sam shows up with breakfast and you three eat while talking about what is about to happen.

The hunt was going to last all day, the boys go all FBI, and you stay back and research and look around the crime scene. It was complete bullshit, you knew Dean was being protective but come on, you have a fake ID, might as well use it, but no, you knew he would make you stay behind.

You are wearing your FBI suit just in case you were needed by the boys, you three are at the place where the last murder was, you three are speaking to the mother of the daughter who got killed by the wraith.

"So Mrs.Luke, would there be any reason this happened, did she have any enemies that might have done this to her?" Sam asks. The way her mom looked at him didn't settle well with you. "No I don't think so, he was so well liked by everyone, she was perfect."

"Ma'am, I noticed she tried to leave the house before she died, do you know where she was going to go at one in the morning?" you ask Mrs. Luke.

"Well I- What does that have to do with anything?" She responds, clearly shes quite nervous. "Just answer the question ma'am," Dean quickly adds on.

"Well I was thinking she was going to sneak over to a friends house or something, but now we'll never know..."

'What is she hiding?' you ask yourself, 'Does she have something to do with all this?'

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In the car you three are on the way to the park where the first murder happened. You thought to yourself that there was no way that a wraith can just kill someone out in the open, so it had to be at night where no one was in the park except them and their victim.

You tell them your observation and with a long sigh you add, "Tonight at around two or three am, I'll come out here and just wait around for the wraith to come by"

"Uh, no, hell no that ain't happening" Dean says like hes utterly offended that you'd even think about being bait. "But Dean-" "He's right Y/N, No way you are going to go out there alone, we'll figure something out," Sam says. Sam agreeing with Dean can be the most frustrating thing in the world and vise versa.

"Guys think about it. First murder: 17 year old with long brown hair, Second murder: 20 year old with long brown hair, Third murder: 19 year old with long brown hair, The Fourth is exactly my description, 18 year old with long brown hair, that's me!"

"Y/N, we said no" Sam and Dean say in unison. Dammit they piss you off so much sometimes.

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Nightfall comes around and you three are in the motel, you. You had a plan set in your mind. 'Once they fully fall asleep I'll go out there and kill it myself, that way when they wake up, it'll already be dead before they wake up, perfect!' you think to yourself.

It takes them a couple of hours to go to sleep since they decided to research for a little while, and that kinda of messed up your plan a little, but STILL!!! you already make up your mind and you're going no matter what

They're finally asleep and thankfully you're quiet and your stealth is at max (thanks to training), and you quietly and quickly leave the motel room with the room key and the Impala's keys since you're the only one leaving.

You drive to the park where the first murder happened. You hide your knife in your waistband and get out of the car. You then walk and stand in the middle of the park waiting for the wraith. 'Damn it's cold out' you think to yourself, "I should have brought a jacket.' After your statement you breath in and out and what came out was a frozen type of breath and it startled you to say the least. "Wait what the hell? A wraith doesn't have this type of ability"

"No, honey they don't"

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Meanwhile back at the motel:

"Dammit Dean, Y/N's gone" Sam says fast walking towards Dean. "Yeah she took the damn car too. You know Sam, Y/N's most likely in the damn park we were art earlier today, lets go" "With what car? Think before everything else Dean," Sam says. Sams right, you cant go into battle without some type of plan.

"Sam, were the masters of stealing, we'll just take a car from the parking lot," Dean says as he shrugs.

Sam and Dean roll up to the park and they see you talking to someone they don't know. "Son of a bitch, really? Come on Sammy"

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"What the hell are you and mostly-" You cut yourself off to show her your blade, "Why the hell are you killing innocent people?" That....thing, begins to laugh, but you don't show any emotion but anger.

"Honey, I cant be killed by a flimsy knife that 'that', and-" She gets shot. You turn around to see who shot her and you see one pissed off brother and one worry-full brother, (guess who). "and I cant be killed by gunshots either, sorry boys and girls."

"Well you're one show tune son of a bitch aren't you?" Dean asks. You look at Dean, then at Sam and you see Sam mouthing you to pull back and stand behind them, and knowing you're already grounded for life, you defeated agree.

"Three against one bitch, you're out numbered" Dean says pulling out his large KA1214. 'That's new,' you think to yourself and out of fight or flight response, you pull your knife out too.

Sam whispers quiet enough so the thing won't hear him, but loud enough so you can. "Y/N, What the hell is that?" and you respond with "That's a vampire, but i assume its being controlled by a type of ghost"

"Okay so everyone got their weapons? Fun, let me get mine out too and we can have some fun, huh?" The vampire says as she shows her teeth and pulls out a....'is that a Beretta M9? How uncommon' you think to yourself.

"Bringing a gun to a knife fight? Really?" Sam asks "Why yes, as you see its a 90-10 ratio, I win and you three...well, at least you three will go down fighting, the one and only Cynthia Harness. lets play shall we? Here, I'll go first." Cynthia tries to shoot Dean but he ducks and runs fast towards her, he swings his knife., but she ducks and runs towards the other direction. Sam runs to catch up with her and you look back at Dean and silently say I'm sorry, and you run towards Sam and Cynthia.

"Dammit Y/N, come back here!" Dean yells at you, but you don't comply. Deans staying back just in case there were any more and now its just you, Sam and Cynthia out in probably the middle of the woods behind the park.

You hear two gunshots in front of you. 'Oh god, Sam' you think to yourself, 'what if he's already dead?' "SAAAAAM" You yell, as you're are running faster than you were before.

Finally, you see Cynthia and 'oh thank god,' you see Sam, and he looks like hes okay! "Oh Its you again, hi!" Cynthia says with a big smile waving at you like shes your best friend. "Get the hell away from him" the venom in your voice is clearly visible. "Hmm? Oh him? No dear, you just stand there while I-" She cuts herself off and positions her gun to point at Sam's chest, "Just kill him in front of you, how does that sound?" Cynthia asks while laughing like its a damn game and shes destined to be the winner.

"NO," you scream, you run toward sam and .1 milliseconds after she shoots you push sam and the bullet collides with your left leg. You give out a piercing scream as you fall to the floor and Dean comes from behind and chops off Cynthia's head and its rolls on the ground.

"Y/N! Come on, Dean, let's take her to the car" Sam says has he manages to pick you up and you hold your arm over their shoulders, and you hop on one leg to the car. It was silent, but not as silent as it is in the car, It was deadly silent, A type of silent that was mentally and (for you) physically painful.

"......Dean?" "Not a word until we get to the motel got it?" Dean says with a thick and dark voice. "Dean-" "I don't want to hear anything from you either Sam, no one talks until we got to the motel, okay? okay good" Dean says with the most pissed off look you've ever received from him.

And so the long and crucifying 30 minute drive to the motel was silent added with you wincing, groaning and crying from the pain that bitch Cynthia gave you. Every now and then you look at Dean from the rear view mirror and vise versa with Sam, and Dean doesn't look back, he just looks at the road, but Sam looks back at you and sadly smiles and mouths, 'everything's going to be okay, just hold on, okay?' but you don't smile back.

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Meanwhile at the hotel:

Sam and Dean help you out of the car and into the motel room. "You, sit and Sam, get the damn first aid kit, a wet towel, peroxide, and get me a beer," Dean says to you can Sam. You sit on the foot of your bed and once Dean got his beer and whatever else he needed, he sat next to you and Sam pulled up a chair and sat in front of you.

"Leg," Dean says, and you pull your leg up on his lap (with the help of Sam of course), and he starts working on cleaning the blood, and stopping it from bleeding even more, and Sam gets ready to pull the bullet out and stitch your leg up.

You only trust Sam right now to do the 'dangerous' tasks since Deans still very VERY mad at you, and you're a little afraid he'll kill you himself from sheer anger.

"Y/N-" This time you cut Dean off. "Dean I know, I was being reckless back there, and I could have gotten myself killed, but-" "No Y/N, no buts about it, I knew we shouldn't have brung her, I knew this would happen, and its happened anyway"

"Dean, I've almost gotten shot if it weren't for her," Sam adds. "Oh so what, you're on 'her' side? "Of course not Dean, I'm on no ones side, I'm just saying, give her a break, get angry after theirs a bullet out of her leg, alright?"

Thankfully he agreed, and soon enough the bullet was out and you had stitches in your leg. Dean left a couple of hours ago doing god knows what, but Sam stayed with you and you two laid down and talked for a while

"Don't let Dean get to you, believe it for not, he was just as worried as I was, we still are," Sam says, "Oh and for what its worth, thanks for getting in the way, getting shot in the chest is never a good way to go out." You and Sam both laugh at what he says.

You begin to push yourself up and a shooting pain starts in your leg, and you hiss at the pain. "Fuck," that all that you can handle saying at the moment.

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None of you guys slept that whole night. Dean came back a few hours later after Sam thanked you for jumping in front of him. It has to be about eight or nine am before Sam says out loud, "Alright, I'm getting breakfast, you two don't wait up," and leaves the room.

Now, its just you and Dean. You on your bed, and him on his. You look at him again, and then you look at your hands again. You squeak out an "I'm sorry" to Dean and Dean looks at you.

'I know you are," Dean says to you. He doesn't look as mad at you as he was earlier, but hes still on the defensive side.

"I only did it so Sam wont get hurt..." You say looking at your hands for what it feels like the millionth time. "I know, and I'm proud, but you got hurt in the end Y/N," Dean says with worry in his eyes.

"I know...It hurts like a bitch I'll tell you that," you say as you try to lift the mood. "You could have died Y/N, you cant-" He cuts himself off. "you cant do that to me, to Sam," his voice breaks a little. "Y/N, never do that again okay?"

"....Dean I cant promise that. I was held at gun point you would jump in front of me to save me." You say with a quiet and small voice.

"That's just it Y/N, never do what we do unless we tell you to, I swear you got your recklessness from me" You feel your shoulders relax after seeing a smirk from Dean. "I learned from the best" You tell Dean and he does a small laugh.

Sam comes back a little while later and you three eat your breakfast and talk about from completely nothing to what other hunt you guys are thinking of doing. Of course you wont be able to hunt for a while since you can barely stand, but you can research like a son of a bitch, and hey, sometimes its nice to be backup, especially for the two boys that frustrate the hell out of you.

#supernatural #dean and sam #sam and dean #sister #sam x sister!reader #sister!winchester #dean x sister!reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #sister!reader #winchester!sister #My First Fan Request!

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paulieshore · 4 years

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Obey Me / SCM Au Series

Words: 4789

Warnings: I don’t know now to rate this, be advised? May take some time reading.

Characters belong to:

- Obey me – Shall we Date

- Voltage: Star Crossed Myth

Mc is Y/N, I have written her as female. Can gender bend if you please. ENJOY!!

Chapter 1: Goldie

Just another typical day, well typical in the last year of your life anyways. Not many humans had the opportunity you did to study in another realm. You were recruited to study in Devildom under an exchange program to prove, demons, angels, mortals etc can live and respect each other side by side.

‘Diavolo’s dream’

To say it had been a pretty hectic few months would be an understatement. Luckily everything seemed to have worked itself out, you’d finished the exchange program (and passed!) even with all the ups and downs. Thankfully making it through alive, Belphie hadn’t killed you; hell, even Lucifer’s faithfully devoted and very scary temperament hadn’t killed you…. Yet, anyways.

Also adding that you found out you were a reincarnated, descendent of Lillith. The brothers’ sister not weird at all or something like that, to be honest there was a lot to take in for a simple human like you. Here you were though, furthering your study under the permission grant of Diavolo. Proving that, even when faced with adversity, when we (demons/humans/and angels) work together; we can get through anything.

Praying this year was going to be better, for all of you.

Beel seemed happier and hungrier with Belphie back, Mammon was still up to his usual antics to get rich quick. Lucifer working away and keeping order within the house, Satan reading away his life. Asmo as conceited as always, and Levi being Levi – going to school, gaming and anime.

Yup, another typical day in the House of Lamentation.

“Hey Y/N, next week there’s a school trip. We’re traveling to the outer limits of the city to study some of the earth for our essays regarding remedies. Want to be study partners?” Satan quietly sits next to you, prompting you to look at the D.D.D notification.

“Yea sure, I have yet to see the outside of the city! Is it like, devildom’s country side to human world country side?”

Satan shakes his head, “No, it’s barren waste land. Not even safe for low graded demons to be out in. So, with that said try not to wonder, yea?” he quirks his eyebrow up.

That was a dig at me wasn’t it?

You give him a pouty look, before laughing it off and nodding, “yea, yea, thanks for the warning.”

“Ah man, normally another school trip wouldn’t be so bad, but the outer limits are a bit boring!” Asmo folds his arms in exasperation. “Were literally going to spend the day, looking around stinking areas for rocks! Just to write about it, so dumb. I just done my nails, and the smell is going to take weeks to come out of my uniform.”

“Smell?” You curiously ask Asmo.

A voice jumps in the conversation, from behind “Ever smelt burning flesh of hundreds of rotting corpses?” Belphie inputs as he and Beel take their seats at the table.

Your eyes widen and you shake your head ever so slowly, the only thing you could imagine was that one time the candle flame lit a couple of your hairs on fire. That smell was bad enough, but burning flesh? Hundreds of rotting corpses? You had seen and smelt a lot of things but that would be a first, and you couldn’t exactly say you were curious to find out.

Just as you were sinking into a mind fuck, Lucifer appears at the head of the table, “Enough, no need to worry Y/N. Belphie is exaggerating.”

Your pulled from your thoughts with a look of relief.

“It’s just the smell of burning flesh, now no more talk, let’s try to have a peaceful breakfast.” He calmly states as he picks up his folk and knife unbothered.

WHAT!?!

The school hours passed by rather quick, you couldn’t help but to wonder, why in the hell did the outer limits smell of burning flesh? Was it like the bible stated, sinners burned in hell? All day your thoughts were plagued by this. When you ran into Simeon and Luke on your way out of school, they too were granted another year to study. Which was strange Luke couldn’t wait to go back to the celestial realm? Another year?

“Hey, you guys got a moment?” You didn’t mean to sound pathetic but your voice came off almost non-coherent.

“Y/N dear, what’s the matter?” Simeon gently caresses your cheek, “You look pale, has something happened?”

Head shaking side to side, before turning into a nod, “No not really, it’s more about what’s going to happen. This trip our class is going on later this week, the outer limits…. I was told of the smell…” Your voice getting quieter and quieter.

“Ah, you’re wondering why it smells of burning flesh? Luckily you were told before going, at least you can prepare yourself for it.” Luke pipes up beside Simeon, shaking his head in thought.

Nodding, “Yes, why exactly?”

“To be frank, we don’t ‘exactly’ know ourselves, this whole place has a variety of smells. The out skirts of the city are forbidden to even us, unless granted otherwise. It’s dangerous, If I were to give an educated guess, I assume hells fire. Creatures out there getting to close? Like moths to a flame.” Simeon grabs his chin, looking down to the floor.

Is that it? Guess I’ll have to ask one of the brothers, they might know; you think. “Hm, okay thanx a bunch. I better be going; I’m supposed to meet Mammon and Levi at the gates.” You turned and left.

“You’re not going to tell her?” Luke looks up at Simeon.

“No, didn’t you see her face? Its best if she didn’t know…” Simeon watching as your figure disappears.

“Where have you been, keeping me waiting with this scum.” You were approaching the gates of the school when Levi walked up to you.

“Sorry, I bumped into Simeon and Luke on the way.”

“The goodie two-shoes and the chihuahua, and stop calling me scum, I’m your older brother. Show me some damn respect.” Mammon joins, walking on the other side of you.

You debated bringing up the question but failed to, Levi was going on about another anime Solomon suggested. Mammon ridiculing over how dumb amines are, maybe another time you thought. The walk home was noisy but good, kept you from overthinking.

Days went quick, before you knew, it was the morning of the school trip. Oh shit, and you failed to find out, why?! Frantically getting ready in your room, it was like you didn’t even know your own room. Couldn’t find anything you needed, and even better, a bad hair day. Great way to start your day.

Just as you were rushing around the room, a light knock at the door caught your attention, “Come in!”

Lucifer appeared, “Y/N, breakfast was ready 19 minutes and 3 – no, now 4 seconds ago. Why are you not down yet? It’s going to be cold at this…” He scanned you over and sighed. “Your nervous about todays events? Don’t be, there’s no need to concern yourself with things you can not control. Here...” In his hands a small tin. “These are a special devildom coffee bean, open the tin and hold it under your nose if the smell today becomes a bit too much.”

You accepted and cracked open the tin, the smell was pleasant and strong. The smell exploded into your room, let alone your nostrils. “Thank you, Lucifer, how did you know?”

He slightly chuckles and ruffles your hair, “You look like a ‘hot mess’.”

“Hot you say?” Giving him your best flirty smile.

“Yes, but you seemed to have ignored the mess part. Now, quickly go brush your hair and straighten your uniform. Breakfast and then school, no more stalling.” Shutting you down and exiting with a shake of his head.

The tin was a nice thought, and he called you hot. Yes, you heard that right. Ha, ha, today worries seemed like yesterdays, you felt much better after Lucifer’s visit.

The trip towards the limits was full of chatter, Asmo sat behind you and Satan on the bus. Leaning over the top of the seat and filling in the silence with conversation. You subconsciously found yourself tapping the tin in the pocket of your uniform.

“Watcha got there?!” Asmo points. Satan’s attention follows the direction of Asmo’s finger.

“Lucifer gave me some coffee beans, to help deal with the smell.” You pulled the tin out and gave a gentle shake.

“Wow, that ass hat actually gave a damn about some one else rather then Diavolo.” Satan says with a scowl on his face. “is hell freezing over?”

Asmo and you slightly giggle, Satan’s calm persona really clashed with his temper. One would think he was a Gemini, hard to believe he was a Libra.

The bus stopped at its destination, after the class head gave a simple and short instruction, off you two went.

When they said barren waste land, you imagined nothing but rock for miles. No, the sky was dark shades of red, green and blues. There were trees, or dead ones anyway, every hundred yards; scattered about. Far and in between the trees and nothingness, was pits of crimson flames. The ground was a peculiar orange/brown colour, unlike the dirt at home, this felt of sandpaper. Near trees, and the pits you seen giant cliffs of rock. Minus the burning souls and demons dancing around with pitch forks, this was the perfect envision of what you were told hell looked like. Nothing like the realm of Devildom, which actually deemed lively and civilized.

The smell was overbearingly grotesque, is this the smell of burning flesh? You wanted to vomit; the tin of coffee though did help. Satan joked about shoving a couple of the beans up your nose to stop you from the dry heaving, every time you caught your breath.

You thought seriously about what he joked, anything to help with the smell.

So, you did.

Satan was first stunned and then fell to his knees in a fit of laughter. “You really are something else, Y/N”

You honestly couldn’t care how stupid you looked, at least the smell wasn’t so strong. You walked along the areas permitted, examining and collecting rocks and soil samples. When in the distance you swore you heard voices. You scanned the lands before you, nothing, you were about to return to collecting.

“Can you hear me?”

There it was again! The voices, were more of a voice, over laced like an echo.

“Satan, can you hear that?” You scoot closer to him crouched nearby.

“Hear what?” He asks not even looking from the rock and book in hand.

Maybe you were freaking yourself out, I mean there’s nothing out here.

**FLASHBACK** Hadn’t Belphie contacted me similar before? No, there’s definitely something out here with us.

“Satan, I think we should make our way back to the group.” Not breaking eye contact with the eerie terrain ahead.

“Yea, we just need a fire toads pebble. They’re usually found near the cliffs, just there. Come on.” Seemingly ignoring your warning, he grabs your hand and walks towards the cliffs which seemed soooooo far away from were you wanted to be right now.

“Can you hear me?”

No, no, no. The further out you two walked the louder the voice seemed.

“Don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm my dear~.”

Just like that, the anxiety that was growing was gone, like a spell had been casted over you. You looked around again, nothing.

Who are you?? You thought to yourself.

“Who am I? There are many things here my dear, I am just one of many...” it replied to your thought! The voice sounded soft, calming and cooing.

Finally feeling at ease, your feet started to walk on their own accord. Straight out towards one of the pits, Satan quickly grabbed your arm, breaking you out of your trance. “Yo, best not wonder, remember?”

Shaking your head, “Right, got the pebble?”

“Yea, thanx for all the help by the way.” He sarcastically counters.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not used to… well this” You gesture your hands around.

“It’s fine, but you’re not using that same excuse too when it comes to writing the paper, just so you know.” He smiles as he drags you back to the bus.

Back at the house, you stripped from your uniform and ran yourself a bath. Asmo was right, it was going to take some time to rid yourselves of the smell.

You slumped into the warm, lavender scented water.

“Can you hear me?”

You bolted straight up, covering your chest and rapidly looking around your bathroom. Again? But how?

“It’s alright, don’t be alarmed, my name is Daz.”

“I don’t mean to come off as rude ‘Daz’, but I’m a little busy at the moment could you possibly not!” You spoke out loud, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. It sounded right by your ear.

A knock at your door. “Yo, Y/N? You alright in there? Who are you talking too?” Mammon’s voice sounds from the other side of the door.

“No-one, go away! I’m bathing!” You quickly slump back into the water.

“Weirdo, your hanging out with Levi too much, starting to talk to yourself now too!” Banging on your door before exiting your room.

“Why didn’t you tell him my dear?”

You closed your eyes and whispered, “Look, I’ve seen and experienced a lot of weird things here. Today being no different, go away, id like to bath in peace.”

The voice did not respond, thank god! You took your time bathing, trying to unwind, accidentally falling asleep.

** The dream started off back at the bus, that same voice, echoing.

- Can you hear me?

You turned around and found you were all alone, no one on the bus. No driver, no classmates, just you.

- It’s alright don’t be afraid.

Your attention drawn to what looked like a trail of grey light, leading out into the barren land… You followed it.

- That’s right, come to me. I’m alone, I could use a friend, just like you. The voice seemingly getting louder by a few nots.

You ask, - Daz? That you?

- Yes dear, I am here, or near I should say.

- Daz, where are you, or who are you sorry?

- I’m a soul dear, but I’m afraid I need your help. I’m stuck.

- Stuck? Where, why can’t I see you?

- Keep coming my dear, you’ll see.

The trail ended near a cliff drop, you had never been here before but yet it felt familiar to you.

- Daz? Where am I?

- You’re here.

- Here?

- Yes, look over, I’m here.

You glanced around and found a huge boulder, engraved into the stone a large black bird? Finely detailed, behind the black bird was a ring of flames, unlike anything you’d ever seen before. You reached out to touch the mark, and in that moment a loud and powerful voice boomed like thunder –

DON’T!!!! *****

You woke from your dream startled, sitting in now cold water. Shivering you step out and wrap yourself with a towel, glancing at the time.

3 Hours, you’d fallen asleep for 3 hours?!

Luckily you didn’t drown, quickly getting dressed, you decided to go seek out one of the brothers. Any of the brothers, this feeling and this dream really had you bothered.

Wasn’t hard to find anyone though, you could hear banter back and forth ringing from the kitchen. You approached the doorway, and pushed open the swing door. Mammon, Beel and Belphie were chattering and cooking. Upon entering they all glanced your way and froze.

“Oh my, are you alright!” Belphie asked with eyes as if he’d seen a ghost.

Mammon rushed to you next and placed his hands on each side of your cheeks, “By Diavolo! Y/N, you’re ice cold and your lips are practically blue. Did you fall asleep in the tub after I left?” He whipped off his sweater and draped it on your shoulders.

“I’ll make you tea.” Beel turned to put the kettle on, Belphie eyeing you suspiciously.

You wanted to speak, but felt as if you couldn’t. Even though you slept 3 hours, you felt so tired, too tired to even speak. Mammon guided you to a stool next to the counter, you sat and nuzzled into his sweater. Mammon lectured you on how easily you could have died, during which you could feel Belphie’s eyes staring into you.

As if he could sense what was going on, “Y/N, speak.”

You looked at him and tried.

Nothing.

The three of them looked at you in shock. “You can’t speak, can you?” Belphie reaches over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nod, you didn’t understand why, as if your voice was gone. You felt this overbearing weight in your chest when you tried, a force stealing away your energy.

Belphie barked out, “I’ll get Lucifer.” He scurried out of the kitchen. Beel and Mammon gave each other a look, before Mammon said he’d take you back to your room for rest.

Not long after, Lucifer, Belphie and Satan appeared in your room. Lucifer was given a quick run up about the trip today, Mammon explained you falling asleep. You couldn’t even tell them about the voice, about Daz or the dream. You watched helplessly, shaking and nodding when prompted with questions. When an idea popped into your mind, you tried to get up to get paper and pen.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down there crazy lady, you’re obviously sick. Stay in bed” Mammon tries to push you back. You shake your head and point to the direction of your desk; Satan catches on and retrieves a notebook and a pen.

You summarized everything they spoke about only including, the voice, Daz, the dream, and the marking followed by yet another more powerful voice. You ended the page with how you believe its related to how your feeling. Then handed it to Lucifer, he immediately began reading it. His face hard to read, until.

“Who’s Daz and…...” His eyebrows knit together; face plastered in anger. “I need to speak to Diavolo immediately! You are all to watch over Y/N, I will send a medic.” Then he was gone, he took the notebook with him.

“What the hell was that all about?” Mammon observes.

“Y/N, this has something to do with the voice you mentioned today isn’t in?” Satan looks at you pitifully.

You nod your head.

“Wait, were you talking to this said voice earlier when I came to your room?!” Mammon grabbed a hold of your shoulders and gave you a shake. Belphie silently pulled Mammon from you, still looking over quietly.

You nodded again; silence followed, everyone looked to be thinking about something.

“I think its best we take turns watching over Y/N until Lucifer gets back, and Y/N if you hear that voice again, be sure to say… or write, sorry….” Satan reaches out and places a hand atop of your head.

You closed your eyes, was this a dangerous soul? What was with that dream, why was Lucifer so angry then?

You began to ponder; you should write your own ‘Guide for Dummies’, what to do and what not to do. Would save future students or visitors from all the troubles you seemed to have always found yourself in.

A medic came to the house along with Solomon, Simeon and Luke. Everyone was whispering outside your door, only you, the medic and Satan remained in your room. After a thorough assessment the medic gestured Satan to follow him outside. Solomon, Simeon and Luke entered.

“Oh Y/N, we’ve heard, I’m sorry you’re not well.” Solomon places a get-well card at your side table, along with a fruit basket.

Simeon takes a seat next to you on your bed, “Whatever happens, just know you are safe. They are watching.” He takes your hand, cold, oh so cold.

They? Who are they? You wonder.

“Liars, all liars, so many secrets... This is not my doing my dear, do believe me.”

Your hand grips Simeon’s tightly, Luke and Simeon exchange stares. Luke opens the door and ushers one of the brothers in, Belphie. He grabs another notebook and pen and places it before you. As you write, a striking headache befalls you, enabling you from finishing. All you could write was, ‘He’s sayin-‘, the medic rushing in next, using weird tools and gadgets around your head.

“How strange, I can not detect any black magic, or any sorts of soul tampering.” The medic removes the tool from your chest, and turns to the others. “I need to report back to Diavolo with these results.”

You pick up the pen with what little strength you have, ‘what’s going on?’ and place it for Simeon to take. He gently graces your hand before taking the note, “It’s going to be alright; I promise.” He said no more and left, Luke following close.

Answers you just wanted answers.

“You won’t get answers, can’t see you the secrets before you”

You closed your eyes, and decided to speak to the voice, the only one who answered to your questions. – what do you want?

“Answers, and Justice. Just. Like. YOU.”

Daz? Is that even your name? What justice?

“I’m known by many names, but Daz is fine for now. Free me, I was wrongly imprisoned… Diavolo is a liar, his father is a liar, THEY’RE ALL LIARS! Free me, and I will help you dear. Anything you want. Help me, help you.”

Next thing you knew everything went quiet. Everything was dark.

You saw visions of black and white lights vigorously smashing one another, then a great light illuminated. You felt weak, a fading feeling, cries… you heard sobbing. You saw Belphie and Beel, only briefly, then another figure. He had blue hair, a uniform of white and gold. An angel? No, he felt much stronger than the presence Simeon and Luke gave off. The figure turned to you, holding one of the lights in his eyes in hand, the other spilling over with tears. - Who are you? “It will all be alright, my love...” He said this and reached out his free hand.

In that split second, your eyes opened. As your head cleared, you felt increasingly better.

“You’re awake!” Asmo jumped on the bed peppering you in kisses.

“I’m fine.”

YOU SPOKE! You looked at Asmo, I have a voice again!!

“Yayy, that pretty little voice of yours is back.” Wrapping you in a hug. “Best not over do it though, we don’t quite know why or how. As much as we like to hear it, let’s not push it.” Tapping the sides of your arms.

You agreed, and slowly got up, even your energy was coming back too.

After a quick wash up, a meeting was held. Diavolo had ordered Lucifer to keep you home for the time being, each one of the brothers had a privilege duty to stay home with you throughout the week. Taking turns each day, today you had Asmo, he didn’t mind either of the latter. Lucifer collected study materials and notes for you to be occupied with, and instructed you not to communicate with the voice in your head.

“Why, who is he, is he dangerous?” You just wanted answers.

“I can not discuss this with you. I’m sorry, just heed my order.” He gives you a stern look before turning and taking his leave as well.

“I told you”

You take a deep breath, and sit at a dining room table to work. Asmo was painting his nails opposite of you, chirping away about colour contrast and matching his outfits. His D.D.D rings and he leaves to take the call; you paid no attention. Mid reading, you heard Asmo scream, you darted from your seat and sprinted to the direction Asmo walked out of. As you passed through the doorway everything warped, you felt dizzy; falling to your knees. Sight moderately blurry, you forced yourself up and looked around.

You were no longer in the House of Lamentation.

You were standing on the out skirts of the city, in exactly the same spot in the dream, where the bus should have been. You looked around and seen a trail of footsteps heading into a direction, your foot prints. How? Was it not a dream? Or is this another dream…

“Y/N, you came.”

The voice returned, sounding sickly sweet.

But how? I was just at home.

“Home? How touching, do you think they care for you as Y/N? or perhaps they care about you because of Lillith.”

No, that’s not why… What he said stung a little, you wanted to deny it but apart of you festered. A part of you agreed.

“Come to me dear, help me, help you.”

You were off again, following the previous path you had set. Until you stood just before that very same boulder, with the very same marking from the dream. You reached out and touched it, no voices were heard.

The ground began to rumble, shaking with an earthquake force, the boulder before you began to crack.

“That’s it, just a little more!”

An image began to appear in your mind, a dark figure, with pitch black hair. Dark markings on his forehead and eyes, and a black robe covering his body. His skin was sickly pale and his voice churning from the calm and cooing state to dark and haunting one. He gave you a creepy smile and a blood curdling laugh, which pierced your body and soul like electric bolts of energy. Some bolts began to curl and strangle within you, like a snake, strangling your organs of life. Fear took hold, spreading in your mind like wild fire.

Darkness embezzled you, “Lucifer! Satan! Beel? MAMMON?! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY!?!” You screamed their names for dear life while you fell into the abyss.

“Your life is now mine former goddess! I’m free at last, I will destroy all of you for placing me here! Foolish girl, don’t you know not to go talking to strangers!”

His face contorted, an even wickeder smile ripping into his higher cheeks, up to his ears.

How were you supposed to know though, the voice calling to you sounded, calming? Cooing you to obey and come, so you did.

How were you supposed to know, there wasn’t a sign saying do not touch!

How were you supposed to know, nobody told you anything!

You felt the life slowly leaving your body, death. This time there’s no going back. They didn’t come, no one’s saving me this time. So many secrets, so many lies.

With the last of your thoughts, the last of your hope.

Please, oh please, I wish this would end quickly.

Just as you accepted your fate, a blinding and powerful light engulfed the area.

Tears welled in your eyes, “You came, you guys actually came!”

….

As the light dimmed, and your vision cleared, 6 figures stood before you.

…..

Weakly, “Wait, who are you?”

“If we would have waited, you would have died filthy human.” The one with black hair styled a little like Lucifer’s spat out. He frightened you!

“Be kind Scorpy, can’t you see she’s been through hell, like literally! Ha-ha” The one with soft brown hair chummed in, like a happy child.

“Silly Goldie, were gods obviously.” This one who spoke had beautiful blonde hair, and flashed you a charming smile which caused your pulse to quicken.

Not exactly listening to what was being said, to engrossed in what they were wearing. They had on white uniforms with gold, some of white, gold and black. You scanned the men before you –

One stood out most, he seemed familiar, like you’d seen him before. The blue haired one from you vision! Your eyes widen, suddenly another light and a voice that followed.

“Welcome to Paradise Y/N, daughter of Man.” That same voice, the one that warned you like thunder, spooling across the sky.

You squinted your eyes to get a better look, he looked just like the wicked monster in black. Only he was not him, this man was surrounded by light, warm light. His hair long and almost a white gold, laying upon his head, a crown. Beautifully draped in white and gold attire, he was stunning, prettier than any man or woman alive.

“You flatter me child, but we are no mere man.” He didn’t speak out loud but replied directly to your thoughts, warm and inviting “We are gods.”

Gods? Oh, okay…

Wait.

GODS!?!?

That was the final straw, you had fainted. All your energy gone, the last of your strength exasperated from the crippling events.

To be continued….

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Lies Untold

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: For generations, your family has been the protectors of mankind. You were considered one of the best and due to that reputation, you were sent on what could be the most important mission for the organization. Going under cover in a college to sniff out a particularly large and threatening wolf pack seemed easy enough. But when you meet one of the members, everything you’ve known since birth will be overturned and your loyalty to your family and heritage will be tested.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

The door at then end of the hallway was thrown open, pulling you out of your meditation. Johnny came storming up to your cell, his face pinched into an expression of rage. Only two of his little followers were behind him. You recognized their faces, but couldn’t remember their names. Now it didn’t really matter. But you were curious to where his other idiots were.

“Well, it looks like your precious wolf came looking for you,” Johnny sneered.

Your eyes widened for a split second, before you composed yourself again. Please, don’t be true, you pleaded in your mind. Please, don’t be that stupid.

The idea of Luhan actually finding the compound and coming within the grounds had never crossed your mind. How did he even find this place?

“There could only be two options for a wolf to come after you, risking his life to find you here,” Johnny hissed. “Either he really wants to kill you himself or my earlier guess was correct and the disgusting mate scenario is at play here.”

You rolled your eyes, desperate to keep up the facade that you were unemotional about this whole ordeal. Sure, you were dead anyway, but you couldn’t help it; it was simply in your self-preserving nature. “Congratulations, Johnny,” you sneered sarcastically, even adding in a slow clap. “You’ve finally got it all figured out. I’m sure whoever that wolf is, they’re simply trying to kill me for wounding one of their own. Or maybe it is the one I struck? Why don’t the two of you team up and kill me together?”

“See,” Johnny crouched down so he was now at eye-level with you, “I don’t quite believe you. A wolf wouldn’t risk their life and come into our territory just to kill one hunter as revenge, especially alone. In conclusion, the only thing that could drive a wolf to a suicide mission is if you were his mate.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re all under the belief that that isn’t possible among hunters.”

A sickening grin grew on Johnny’s lips. “I don’t believe in that, actually. I think the universe likes to be funny every now and again. And I think they played the ultimate joke by having the precious daughter – the one who is always and could do no wrong – be chosen as a mongrel’s lover. I couldn’t have wished for anything better.”

Your blood was beginning to boil under your skin. The way that Johnny was basking in the situation, as if he’d planned it all. Of course, he had no control over fate like that, but he certainly was enjoying the outcome from the sidelines.

“It’s funny, you know,” Johnny laughed to himself. “When I purposefully leaked out that there was a hunter undercover in the area, I just thought that the wolves would kill you and I wouldn’t have to deal with you anymore. But this just might be even sweeter. Now I’ll have the pleasure of doing it myself.”

“Y-you let word get out about me?” You were floored. No matter how much he hated you, never did you image he would betray the organization like that. Letting mission secrets reach the ears of the wolves, sabotaging everything that had been so difficult to build in the first place? He’d gone mad and it was clear as a cloudless sky in his eyes. “How could you do that to us? Betray us like that?”

“Us?” he scoffed. “There is no us. You don’t belong with the hunters anymore. If anyone betrayed this family, it was you.” His eyes drifted down to your wrist, where the tattoo that marked what you were was located.

Something sparked in his expression and soon, he was swinging the door of your cell open and pounced. He had you pinned to the ground, arm twisted behind your back giving you no way to gain the upper hand.

Turning to his goons, he ordered, “Get it ready.”

There was no need to ask what “it” meant.

Pulling you up to your feet, Johnny paraded you into the “interrogation area” of the holding cells. One of the boys was already working on one of the irons, getting it hot in the fire that was always kept alight, just in case.

You were handed over to the other follower, who twisted your arm even further, making you let out a cry that you’d tried to bite back. Johnny took the now glowing poker and motioned to the first boy with his head. He was only a few years older than Alli, but there was no conflict or remorse in his eyes as he maneuvered to grab your tatted arm and laid it across the stone column, pushing your sleeve up to expose the skin.

In a slow, maniacal turn, Johnny pulled the iron out of the fire, the light giving his face an even more menacing orange glow as he held it up. As he walked closer, you turned your face away and dug your teeth in your shoulder, preparing for the pain that was about to come.

But nothing – no amount of training or mental strength – could have prepared you for the moment that iron met the thin, delicate skin of your wrist. A desperate, uncontrollable scream ripped from your lungs. It was hopeless to think that someone would come to save you before Johnny was through.

“That was more satisfying than I thought,” Johnny sighed when he tossed the iron back into the fire. The boys holding you down finally let go, letting you crumble to the ground. Your entire body shook from the torture it just experienced.

“(y/n)!”

You gasped. He really was here. And he must have heard you scream.

“Looks like he’s arriving just in time,” Johnny chuckled. He looked to his young followers, “Let’s go get some new pelts, boys.” They, too, gave off sickening smiles before herding out of the room.

Idiots.

Using your good arm, you pushed yourself up off the ground while cradling your blistering wound to your stomach. You could fight through the pain, you just needed to dress it first. With your teeth holding onto the fabric, you carefully tore the sleeve off your shirt and used it to make a rather crappy bandage. You hissed and whimpered at the pain from pressing on your burn, but you bit through it, knowing this was better than nothing.

Once you finally got to your feet, you took a step in the direction that Johnny had gone, but then you stopped. While instinct was pushing you towards Luhan, you knew running in like this was plain stupid. So, instead, you headed out the other way, breaking out through the doors on the opposite end and running full speed towards your old home.

It was dark out now, but one light was still on in the house, through the back kitchen window. Peaking in the sliding glass door, you saw your father sitting at the table, a single glass of whiskey in his hand while the half empty bottle rested on the wooden surface. Your father hardly ever drank, saying that it fogged up the mind and slowed the reflexes. Learning of your betrayal had drove him to this. A pain stabbed at your heart, but you couldn’t go back now. You couldn’t spare your father the ache of a child who was mated to a wolf. It was out of your control and… to be honest, you weren’t sure you’d change it if you could.

Leaving the scene of your father’s heartbreak behind, you snuck over to the wall that held your bedroom window. It wasn’t going to be easy, especially with one arm partially useless, but somehow you managed to dig your feet into the brick surface and haul yourself up until you reached your windowpane. Just for an occasion like this, you hadn’t locked your window and sliding it up was a piece of cake.

As carefully as you could, you tiptoed around your room. Your favorite bow was still back at the apartment so you had to make do with your backup. It wasn’t as light or fitted to your grip, but it was still trustworthy. Once the quiver was strapped to your back, you made your way back over to your escape. The floorboards out in the hallway squeaked, freezing you in your spot. You waited to see if they would pass, but instead the door to your bedroom started opening and you jumped. The landing was hard, only the instinct to roll keeping you from receiving a bum ankle or a broken leg.

“(y/n)?” a voice called out from the window. You refused to look back. If you looked towards your sister, you would hesitate, possibly risking Luhan’s life in the process. “(y/n)!”

I’m sorry, Alli.

You kept heading the direction that you heard Luhan’s voice come from. There wasn’t any sign of either party near the holding cells, but the prints in the ground suggested they had migrated to the abandoned part of the compound.

Growls and shouts seemed to be coming from one of the warehouses, so you followed the noise through the buildings until you found not one but four wolves fighting against the hunters inside one of the condemned storage houses. Two other hunters – Quan and Luke – had joined in on the skirmish since you ran for your bow. Quan was about to throw a knife towards the gray wolf whose attention was focused elsewhere, so you grabbed an arrow and shot at his hand, disarming the knife and slicing the skin across his knuckles. He cried out in pain, but you didn’t feel the tiniest bit guilty. The gray wolf turned to you and narrowed his eyes before jumping back into the fray. On the other hand, a white wolf that you recognized immediately ran over to you began to sniff and nudge you with his snout. Finding your bandaged arm, he licked at the wound, whimpering when he noticed the blood spots leaking through. But you weren’t worried about yourself right now.

“Luhan, are you okay?” you asked frantically. He let out a yelp as confirmation before turning around and taking a protective stance in front of you.

“Come to accept your fate, (y/n)?” Johnny mocked.

“Just let us go, Johnny.” It was a pathetic and useless plea, but you wanted to get it out anyway, that way you could say you gave him a chance.

“Not a chance!”

Johnny lifted up his crossbow and aim for Luhan.

“No!” You tried to run out from behind your white wolf protector, but he body-checked you, sending you down to the ground.

As Johnny’s arrow zipped through the air, a reddish wolf jumped into view, taking the hit in the shoulder instead.

Luhan growled and started running towards Johnny, who tried to shoot again, but this time missed. The other two wolves were holding their own against the rest of the group, getting some damage given the blood covering the rips in their clothes. Johnny, however, was quicker and more skilled than the others, and managed the slide under Luhan, dodging his attack. He sent another arrow towards the red wolf, who was distracted trying to remove the first arrow from his side, and hit him in the shoulder.

A whining howl echoed through the warehouse, causing all the fighting to cease. Johnny was standing on the wolf, one foot pressing into his side wound while the crossbow was held to his head. You knew that arrowhead would be strong enough to penetrate the wolf’s scull, but the others didn’t. They started to move forward in anticipation of a strike, but you shook your head as you readied your bow.

“You won’t make it,” you yelled at them. The wolf you recognized as the one you’d wounded last week looked back and forth between you and the red wolf before taking a step back. You put your focus back on Johnny, your own arrow lined up with his chest.

“You already betrayed us by falling for the mutt,” Johnny sneered. “Will you really betray us even further and kill one of your own?”

“You said it yourself I wasn’t one of you anymore,” you reminded him.

He shook his head, a snarl on his lips that showed off his own canines. “I don’t mean the hunters. I mean humans. Are you really going to kill a human just so this wolf might live? Can you do that, (y/n)? You’ve never killed in your life. Will you let the first one be your own species?”

Damn it. He was goading you; it was too obvious to ignore, but he was right. You weren’t a killer. It was always the missing piece that kept you from being the perfect hunter. On the occasion you’d witnessed a kill, a little voice in the back of your head always insisted that taking a life was wrong. And that voice was still there now, coaxing you to lower your bow.

Johnny smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He cocked his bow just as a way of showing off. Unlike you, Johnny wasn’t someone who hesitated.

Whip!

Johnny staggered back at the moment of the arrow hitting his chest. His eyes were wide with surprise at the piece of wood sticking out of him, not quite believing what he was seeing as you lowered your now empty bow.

“I won’t kill for nothing,” you stated. “But I will protect what I care about.”

It was evident in his eyes that he wanted to scream or yell or defy you in some way, but his lungs were filling up and he couldn’t get enough air to even whisper. First he fell to his knees and then his back, moving no more.

“Now you’re really going suffer,” Quan threatened as his moved towards you. But he didn’t make it two feet when an explosion went off behind him, sending everyone to the ground.

You shook off the shock, looking around for the cause as little fires started dancing along the ground and littering the old rotting crates. “What the hell?”

“(y/n)!”

Through the thin smoke, you could barely make out your little sister waving at you from the other side of the warehouse. In her hand was a thick black box you could only guess was a detonator. Girl always was a pyro, but this....

“Alli!” You jumped up to your feet and ran towards her. You grabbed her by the shoulders to make sure she was alright, but she didn’t even have a scratch. “What are you doing here?”

“The right thing,” she said sternly.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you urged as you tried to shove her out the door, but she fought back.

“It’s too late!” she yelled back. “I’m already here. And I already destroyed the archives.”

That made you stop your attempt. “You- what?”

“I blew up the archives,” she repeated proudly. “Now they won’t know where you and the wolves are. But you need to get out of here. I rigged two more bombs and they’re about to go off.”

“Alli, I love that you’re trying to help, but that was incredibly stupid!”

She looked up at you with a small smile. “I guess I’m just like you then, huh?”

Even though it wasn’t the best time, you pulled her into a hug, unable to help the overwhelming love for that was consuming you. Kissing the top of her head, you grabbed her hand turned towards Luhan, waving your arm towards the other entrance. “Luhan, get out here! There’s another bomb!”

But it was too late. They both went off simultaneously in the middle of the warehouse, blowing it to pieces.

Luhan was human when he was conscious again. Ashes fell around him like blackened snowflakes in a joke of a winter’s night. The only light to see by was the flaming ruins of the warehouse that had been standing only a few seconds ago. Looking around him, he made note of Minseok, Tao, and Kris all being alive and conscious. The former two were helping Kris get up to his feet with difficulty. But there was no sign of you or the other humans among the debris.

“(y/n)? (y/n)!”

Scrambling to his feet, Luhan ran to the area he last saw you before the explosion. He shoved embers and beams out of the way, trying to find you. The only bodies he discovered, however, were of the hunters that had tried to kill them. Their eyes were closed and there was no sign of breath. The fact that they didn’t survive the blast was making him even more frantic.

He searched everywhere he could get his hands on. Where had you gone? The fact that he couldn’t find you was the only hope he had that you’d survived the blast.

“Luhan, we need to get out of here!” Minseok came running up to him, careful to avoid stepping on something that could cause further injury.

“I have to find her!” Luhan continued to dig through the rubble, pulling his arm out of Minseok’s grasp.

Minseok growled, grabbing ahold of Luhan and turning him around. “Listen! She’s not here! She probably left to help that girl! As long as you feel it here,” Minseok pointed to his heart, “then she’s alive. But right now, we have to get out of here before more hunters arrive to investigate and before Kris bleeds to death.”

Luhan looked back at the other two who’d come to help him. Kris was barely able to stand, even with the help of Tao. Blood dripped from the wounds on his side and shoulder onto the burnt grass. Then Luhan looked to the opposite horizon. There was still no sign of you, but what choice did he have now?

“She’ll come back to you,” Minseok promised. “She’s a fighter and she won’t let you go like this.”

Knowing he was right, Luhan had to give in. He let Minseok herd him away from the disaster zone and they ran back through the woods to get to home and get to safety.

His wolf whined because he knew he was putting space between you and he didn’t know when he would see you again. He didn’t even know if you were okay. Were you hurt? Sure you might be alive, but did you recieve your own life-threatening wound when the bomb went off? What about what Johnny had done to make you scream like that? What had he done to your arm?

The fact that he didn’t know was killing him, but the only way he could see you again was to make sure he stayed alive himself. He just wished he knew how long it would be until he had you back in his arms.

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #luhan x reader #luhan #lu han #exo werewolf au #exo werewolf!au #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo supernatural au #exo series #Lies Untold #untamed wolf universe

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Shadowhunters 3x12 Commentary

So…Jonathan is suddenly as powerful as Lilith?? The actual queen of hell?? Good to know I guess??? Does demon blood usually give you the powers to relocate your apartment to a far away country?? Because that would be NEAT.

We put the Eiffeltower there for you people to recognize this as Paris!!

Did….Jonathan just compare Clary to big artists like van Gogh??? I mean…yeah, she can draw but…what???

I mean…you really do kind of owe him a chance but I have the feeling you’re lying to get out of the apartment.

Okay so…I love Sizzy. But Izzy scared of rats and hiding behind/clinging to Simon is such a teenage-romance-movie thing and it’s seriously getting old. By now they have big best friends energy and I’m actually curious how they’re gonna make them into a couple.

OH WOW okay that was a jumpscare LOL hi, Cain!!

I deeply relate to Alec’s grumpy face at being woken up.

“Why are you dressed?” he says “Why am I not getting my morning cuddles?” he means

I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Alec wanted a longer and deeper kiss than that peck, poor baby is getting denied his boyfriend time

And also, Magnus is so adorable for a centuries old guy. Let me put him in my pocket and keep him as a comfort warlock.

“Morning exercise” he says “morning s*x” he means

So you’re really going to give us the training scene RIGHT AFTER THIS??? You’re really gonna be like that???? I enjoy it.

I don’t really have much to say about this scene except asjijwiuhfjoidjahfkdjkdj we actually got a whole scene of bantering boyfriends training together and showing their competitive sides, we got Alec’s “brew me a bottle” voice, Magnus teasing, Alec bodily pushing his boyfriend against a pillar and making out with him in the middle of the institute. Such a power move. I’m impressed. Please give me more.

Btw I yelled when Magnus danced away from Alec he is SO EXTRA and I’m HERE for it. Also, “black belt in name-dropping” hwauihdisahdhwaiudjwaiujd I both hate and love them.

Magnus acting all unbothered and then skipping after Alec to his bedroom is the best thing that ever happened.

Conversations that start with “we need to talk” usually don’t end well

I’m always here for interactions between Luke and the boys, no matter who

Hello again, Cain!!!

It’s so convenient that Lilith left some clothes there and that they’re conveniently Clary’s size.

Oh boy we’re really doing the inc*st plot, huh? Again??? What is it with these books and their love for inc*st.

Wow, glamouring does really terrible wigs

Could you PLEASE stop writing Jonathan and Clary all flirty?? They are siblings. And I know that the whole mistaking platonic love for romantic love stuff is important for Jonathan’s character arc but you don’t have to make Clary be flirty back. That just makes me terribly uncomfortable.

So, I’m a huge nerd for the whole Cain-Abel-Lilith etc biblical stuff and I am SO THERE for new versions of that story.

Wow, now I gotta add Cain to the list of people I wanna protect and give a hug to, huh? What a twist.

Okay it’s a bit unrealistic to me that Cain who’s been suffering from this mark for several centuries would be too scared to die to attempt the removal?? I mean…the chances must still be pretty good for him to survive and live a more or less normal life, right?

OH WOW OKAY I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT

ALEC STOP BEING SO SMUG

But also, keep going.

Wow, Magnus, I thought you were more of a gentleman than getting out of bed like 5 seconds after. Give your boyfriend his cuddles, damn it.

On another note, I know that this is a deeper issue and I really hope they won’t just brush it away like they did with every mental issue Magnus had/has

This tells me that Magnus has a Twitter account. I find that exhilarating.

I know that they’re being deep and sweet but they’re both still a little sweaty and my mind is going places

I love them so much you have no idea

Well, at least THEY’RE dressed for the weather.

How convenient that some of her hair got stuck on that tree

Well, tbh, Paris isn’t /that/ pretty

“the most beautiful boy” well, you can’t tell me that Jonathan isn’t at least a little bit bi

Alec reminding Magnus to cherish the moments they have is such a sweet scene and…Malec casually dropping wedding vows once again. They are adorable. I just wish they gave us another angle and more light on that kiss.

Also, Jace cockblocking even from another country!! That’s some talent right there.

I can’t believe they spent all this money on filming in Paris for a little bit of scenery.

It’s still amazing to me how easily Shadowhunters are robbed of essential things like knifes and Steles. And also, how convenient that a random Shadowhunter walks past in just that second

Call me crazy but I have a feeling that Simon-Izzy-Meliorn is a thing that could actually work lol

“I’m not one to name-drop” HE IS SO PETTY AND I LOVE IT

I’m sorry but the whole Clary-Jonathan plot this episode is so boring I would really like to skip this scene

Jonathan, you gotta make a little small-talk before asking someone to show you their sword

God all these fake French accents are annoying the hell out of me

And also, convenient Shadowhunter is convenient

Jonathan, that KILLS people!!!

I love how everyone is just watching like it happens every day that a Daylighter does a possibly deadly ritual to get his mark off

So, they’re really gonna make Izzy risk getting back on her addiction and make it a romantic sacrifice? I see you, writers, and this is bullsh*t.

No, it’s not okay. I hate this.

How is Clary still shocked about Jonathan killing people?

Oh look, it’s the Eiffeltower!!! Are we in Paris????

Wow, we don’t call our sister a little b*tch, Jonathan!!!

That scene is so stupid and anti-climatic I can’t even bear watching it

Where are Luke and Alec? Are they just…kinda there watching? I mean…Clary IS Luke’s basically-adopted-daughter and he’s just standing there like “oh nice, she’s not dead! Cool!” and all of that just because they didn’t want to spend the extra money to bring Isaiah and Matt to Paris. All of this is so, so stupid.

“Make sure to get this shot of them kissing in front of the Eiffeltower, Marty, we paid a lot of money for this!”

Well, I’d say Jonathan is not happy.

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Almost Forever - Ch 2 - c.h.

Previously

Summary: Feelings make things difficult

Warnings: swearing, brief violence, mentions of violence

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Kayla had never felt worse. The blood dripping from her nose had coated her neck and t-shirt. The sharp, stabbing pain in her temple was more excruciating than anything she’s ever felt. With every breath she took, she could feel the shattered pieces of her ribs plunging into her rib. “P-please.. Let me go.” Kayla begged, her breathing irregular. The salty winds of the pier burned her throat as she breathed.

“You really think we would let you go that easily?” Dixon laughed dryly. “Stupid bitch.” His palm connected with her already bruised cheek. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes closed, trying to focus on anything but the pain. “Look at me.” Dixon gripped her jaw tight. Kayla opened her eyes and looked up at Dixon, the fear in her eyes only fueling his ego.

“Please..” Kayla sniffed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Love hearing you beg.” Dixon chuckled darkly, his grip on her jaw tightening. She could feel his fingers leaving bruises on her skin, his touch burning into her skin. “I can’t wait to see the look on your brother’s face when he finds your body.”

“Why are you doing this?” Kayla sobbed, looking up at Dixon.

“Why am I doing this? Take a fucking guess.” Dixon rolled his eyes and let go of Kayla’s jaw roughly.

“Please, what do you want from me?” Her sobs nearly drowned out her words.

“I want you to suffer. I want you to suffer the way my Becca did.” Dixon growled lowly. “I want to watch you and your bastard brother rot.” Dixon clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening in anger.

“Wh-what..” Kayla shook her head. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” Dixon yelled, grabbing a steel pipe. He gripped it tightly and sent it down to her temple. Her bruised and battered body fell limp on the wooden pier.

*** “Mike, you have to get some sleep.” Ashton sighed.

“No! I’m not sleeping until I find my sister.” Michael looked at Ashton, his eyes bloodshot and glazed over from lack of sleep.

“You’re no good like this, mate.” Luke agreed. “Kayla needs you well rested.”

“Kayla needs me to find her. I promised my parents I’d look after her here. I gave them my word.”

“And, you are looking after her. You need to sleep. We’ll keep looking, you need to rest.” Luke sighed.

“No.. I need to find her..” Michael put his face in his hands. Tears filled his eyes as he imagined the pain Kayla was feeling. “She’s my baby sister..”

“Alright, clearly Michael’s not going to sleep until we find her. So, let’s just find her.” Calum said, leaning against the bar.’

“How are we going to do that?” Ashton asked.

“We track her phone, we check her car, we check everything. Maybe she was talking to someone on Tinder again.” Luke said.

“No, she gave up on Tinder guys. She deleted the app a month ago.” Michael shook his head.

“You don’t think she could have met someone another way?” Ashton asked.

“No, she would’ve told me. She told me to meet her at the diner to give her a ride home. She wasn’t meeting anyone.” Michael sighed.

“What if she met someone on the way?”

“No! You’re not listening to me! Something bad happened to my sister, she’s not just out with someone she met. Someone took her.” Michael sent a glare to his friends.

“Dixon..” Luke muttered.

“What?” Michael looked at Luke. “What did you say?”

“Dixon Baylor.” Luke repeated. “He’s got motive, he’s got resources.”

“B-but, why Kayla?” Michael held onto the bar as he sat on one of the stools, his mind racing a mile a minute.

“Remember Raleigh?” Ashton sighed.

“Oh, God.. He’s going to kill her..” Michael widened his eyes.

“Where would he take her?” Calum asked.

“Probably to Raleigh.” Ashton said, opening his laptop.

“No, trust me. He wouldn’t take her to Raleigh. He wouldn’t last that long with her unless she was already dead.” Michael shook his head. “Can you track his phone? The number is 843-555-0125.” Ashton typed the number into his computer.

“It’s pinging down at the pier. That’s gotta be where he is.” Ashton says.

“That’s gotta be where Kayla is.” Luke added.

“Guys, it’s almost high tide..” Calum said, checking his watch.

“Get in the car. Now.” Michael said, grabbing his gun from under the register. The four of them piled in the Rolls Royce and Ashton sped down the road toward the pier.

“How long until high tide?” Luke asked.

“High tide is at 5:10pm, so we have about 20 minutes.” Calum answered.

“For the love of God, Ashton, drive faster.” Michael all but cried out. “Please be okay. Please, be okay.” Michael silently prayed, putting his face in his hands. His mind drifted back to the day he and Kayla left for America, leaving their lives behind in hopes of starting over.

The last box had been placed in the truck and Karen’s eyes glazed over in tears. “Are you sure America is where you want to go?”

“Yes, mum. This is what’s best for us. They have Kayla’s program, they have an empty lot where I can build my bar.” Michael smiled.

“It’s gonna be great, mumma.” Kayla giggled and hugged her mother tightly. “I promise, we’ll come visit soon.”

“Alright, give us a call when you land and get settled in.” Daryl said, wrapping his arms around his daughter.

“We will, dad. I promise.” Kayla smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Karen wrapped her arms around Michael, holding her son close to her chest.

“Mikey, I need you to promise me something.” Karen whispered.

“What is it?” Michael asked, looking up at his tearful mother.

“I need you to promise me that you’ll always watch out for Kayla. She’s not like you. She’s shy and reserved, she needs someone to take care of her.” Karen wiped her eyes.

“I will, mum.” Michael smiled softly and hugged her once more.

“I’m serious, Michael. She’s your responsibility now. You have to protect her. I know why you want to open the bar and I know why Calum’s starting a hedge fund company, and I need you to protect Kayla from that.” Karen’s voice was so soft, it was only audible to Michael.

“Does dad know?” Michael asked and Karen shook her head.

“He doesn’t, and he won’t. He can’t. He’d have Kayla staying here if he did.”

“Okay.. I’ll make sure Kayla’s always safe.” Michael said, glancing over at his sister. She had just turned 17 and was ready to take on her new life in America as a college student. She had been accepted to UCLA-Berkeley and she was beyond excited. Michael and their parents were incredibly proud of her. She graduated high school a year early and would be entering adulthood much early than anticipated.

“I’m trusting you with my baby girl, Michael.” Karen whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Michael’s head. At just 20 years old, Michael was now in charge of making sure his baby sister was always safe and he knew that the only danger she’d encounter would be from him.

A foul taste filled Michael’s mouth as they pulled up at the pier, the time reaching 5:11pm. One minute after high tide was set to hit. Michaelo got out of the car and ran to the pier. “He’s not here.” Michael said, panic beginning to set in. “Kayla?!” Michael yelled, his throat tightening.

“Kayla?!” The others called, each hoping Kayla would sound off.

“G-guys..” Luke choked slightly. “I-is that a shark fin?” He asked, pointing at the water.

“You’re just scaring yourself, Luke.” Calum shook his head and looked at Michael. “Where are we looking?”

“It’s heading to the posts. Kayla’s gotta be down there.” Michael said, looking over the edge of the pier. “I’m going in.” He said, looking at the boys.

“Like hell you are.” Calum scoffed, pulling his shoes off. “They don’t send the president into combat.” Calum said before diving into the water.

“Calum!” Michael yelled, looking into the water where Calum had jumped.

“She’s down here!” Calum yelled as he came up to the surface. “One of you needs to go down to the rocks so I can pass her up to you.”

“I’m on it!” Ashton said, running down the pier and to the rocks that met the water’s edge. Calum ducked under the water and swam over to Kayla, pulling his knife from his pocket. He popped his head up above the surface to take a breath before ducking back under. He cut the ropes that kept Kayla against the posts of the pier, her body beginning to sink as Calum cut the last of the ropes. He dropped his knife and grabbed Kayla’s arm, pulling her body up into his arms.

“Ashton, I got her!” Calum yelled, making sure Ashton was ready. He held onto Kayla as he swam toward the shore.

“Calum, there’s a shark!” Luke screamed. Calum glanced behind himself just in time to see the sand tiger shark open its mouth and clamp down on his thigh. He screamed out at the pain and kicked his other leg at the shark.

“Come on, Cal! Just a little further.” Ashton encouraged, stepping out further onto the rocks. Calum groaned and kicked forward, kicking his legs back at the shark as he brought Kayla to the rocks. Ashton grabbed Kayla’s arms and pulled her onto the rocks as Calum pulled himself up.

“Luke, get the car!” Michael yelled, running down to where Kayla was laying. Luke ran to the car and pulled up beside the rocks. Michael lifted Kayla into the car while Ashton helped Calum in.

“Ow! Damn it, Ashton!” Calum groaned as Ashton dropped him down on the backseat.

“Shit, sorry.” Ashton sighed and got in the car. “Luke, start driving.” With Luke driving and Calum in the passenger seat, Michael and Ashton did what they could to try and wake Kayla up.

“She’s got a pulse, but it’s very weak.” Michael said, laying her on the cushions of the backseat.

“She looks dead..” Ashton said, looking down at Kayla’s bruised and beaten body.

“Shut up.” Michael glared at him. He placed his palms on Kayla’s chest, starting to compress and release. “Luke, drive faster!” Michael yelled, continuing to press on Kayla’s chest.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” Luke yelled back, speeding up slightly. “I’m trying to not get pulled over.”

“For the love of God, Luke, just drive.” Calum groaned, holding his leg. Luke pulled up outside the hospital and ran around to the passenger side to get Calum. Michael carried Kayla in while Ashton helped Luke get Calum up.

“Please, we need a doctor. My sister’s been beaten and my best friends been bitten by a shark.” Michael called, watching nurses swarm toward them. He laid Kayla down on the gurney and watched as the nurses wheeled her down the hallway and through the double doors. Michael sighed and walked over to where the nurses were stitching Calum’s leg.

“Ow, son of a bitch.” Calum groaned and gripped the rail of the bed. “Never thought I’d ever get bit by a goddamn shark in fucking South Carolina.”

“You’re the first shark victim we’ve had in years.” The nurse smiled as she wrapped Calum’s leg. “You’re all set, dear.”

“Thanks, love.” Calum winked at her, causing her to giggle as she walked away.

“Can I have a minute alone with Calum, guys?” Michael asked, looking at Ashton and Luke.

“Yeah, we’ll get some coffees.” Ashton nodded and walked away with Luke.

“What’s up?” Calum asked, looking up at Michael.

“I just wanted to thank you. You jumped in there to save my sister and you could have died.” Michael looked down at his feet.

“Mike, I would’ve jumped in there you, Ash or Luke, or anyone of importance in my life. Kayla’s been there for us through everything. She’s also Duke’s favorite human, so I can’t really let her die.” Calum chuckled.

“Calum, I’m serious. You got bit by a fucking shark to save Kayla.” Michael sighed.

“Yes, and I’d do it again.” Calum said, looking up at Michael. Michael sighed and hugged Calum gently.

“Thank you.” Michael whispered as Ashton and Luke came back with coffees.

“Any word on Kayla yet?” Luke asked.

“Not yet.” Michael sighed and took the coffee. “We all need to talk.”

“About Kayla?” Ashton asked.

“Yeah. And, Dixon. If this really was him, he’s not going to stop until he’s killed her. He’s going to keep coming back.” Michael explained. “At least one of us needs to be with her at all times. We’re going to take shifts with her. One of us is going to be with her at night, one of us with her work. She cannot leave our sights. Understand?” Michael said, looking at all of them.

“Yes, sir.” Ashton nodded. “Calum can take her work shifts with her, they already know him well at the clinic since he helped fund it.”

“Yeah, and I can bring Duke with me to help keep an eye on her.” Calum nodded.

“If anything like this happens to her again, I will murder every single one of you.” Michael threatened.

“Relax, mate. We won’t let anything happen to her.” Ashton chuckled. “We’ll take care of her, we promise.” He said, the others nodding.

“I’m looking for the family of Kayla Clifford.” The doctor spoke as he came through the double doors.

“That’s us.” Michael said, stepping out of the suture cubical. The next three words like a knife to his chest.

“It’s bad news.”

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dontshootmespence · 6 years

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Let Me Do This

A/N: A piece from my own brain. I’m not gonna really give this a description because I don’t want to spoil the ending. All I’ll say is that there is a friend”ship” that I don’t feel gets enough attention, and my brain went the angsty route, so prepare thyself.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide and death.

Buzzing vibrated in his pocket against his leg. “Sorry, Mom,” he said, staring at the phone. “Duty calls.”

He stood up and took in a deep breath of the flowers he’d brought, setting them in front of the oblong stone with his mother’s name written on it. It had been a year since she passed, but he was still struggling. Emily and JJ had suggested going to the cemetery to sit and talk with her on occasion claiming it might help. He was skeptical at first, but he tried it once, and then again, then another time, and then he was coming nearly every day he wasn’t at work. He missed her - more than he ever thought he would.

Since he worked at the Bureau, he didn’t have enough time to see her as often as he would’ve liked, and after her diagnosis it was even worse. Deep down, he knew his mother wanted him exactly where he was - she’d been so proud of him - but that didn’t alleviate all of the guilt. Little of it in fact.

“We have another case, Mom. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“What do we have?” Spencer asked the moment he stepped into the bullpen.

Emily shook her head. “Nothing good.”

As they stepped into the room together, Emily asked for Garcia to start the briefing. Garcia was even more on edge than she normally was, and if it wasn’t something in her personal life, then this case was even worse than Spencer had imagined. “We found a mother, Margaret, and daughter, Abigail, last name Harraway, locked in a building off the highway on the way out of DC. The mother died from a heart attack and the daughter from cyanide poisoning.”

“Cyanide?” JJ asked. “Who uses cyanide beside those committing mass suicides and vengeful spouses trying to get rid of their significant other?”

Garcia clapped her hand up to her mouth, trying not to vomit as she placed the recording in the middle of the table. The obviously distorted voice on the other hand sent chills down the spines of everyone in attendance.

Wanna make a lasting impact? Scarring someone’s brain does far more than a knife. And the scar is much more permanent. Didn’t exactly go as planned unfortunately. Mother died of a heart attack. But next time, I’ll pick a better couple to work with.

Matt sucked in his lips and rapped on the table trying to keep himself together. “So he locked the two in a building, gave them enough cyanide to kill one and what? Made them choose?”

Tara had come into contact with a number of psychopaths whose lack of empathy astounded her, but this was something else all together. He watched from the sidelines like a voyeur as a daughter took a cyanide pill, presumable to save her mother’s life. “Whoever this is likely claimed that whoever lived would be allowed to leave. They just had to choose amongst themselves.”

Rossi felt the acid rise in his throat. “So Abigail swallowed the cyanide so her mother would live?”

Garcia had already pulled information on the family. “Abigail lived at home. She had a difficult time maintaining a job and her mother helped her a lot. Margaret lost her husband in a car crash years ago and was recently engaged to a new man. It would make sense that Abigail wanted to give her mother a chance at happiness again?” The fact that she was able to do any kind of profiling at all made her queasy, and the silence from her friends confirmed she was on the right track.

“All right,” Emily said, turning on boss-mode again. “We need to get ahead of this. Let’s get to work.”

They hadn’t gotten ahead of him. For nearly a week, they had been two steps behind. Another two people, couple Ava Lockner and David Euling, had been taken and hidden away. After 10 hours of captivity, Ava emerged, ran to the nearest person she could find and was taken to the hospital. David had swallowed a pill to save the woman he loved, and during her first 12 hours in the hospital, she tried to commit suicide twice. She was distraught, numb - hollow.

But finally they found the unsub and narrowed down where he might be located. “He has a home, owns two vacant lots, and recently purchased a small warehouse for the start of a business,” Garcia said.

“Okay,” Emily said. “Matt, you and JJ take the warehouse. Rossi, Tara and Luke, you take his home and the abandoned lot closer to the Bureau, and Spencer and I will take the other lot.”

“Does it make sense to even check out the lots?” Garcia wondered.

Spencer shrugged. “Given the nature of this unsub it’s more than likely that he has a bunker or bomb shelter of some kind on one or both of the vacant lots.”

“Okay, I guess that makes sense. Stay safe, my babies.”

Nearly every location they sought out came up empty, and within a couple of hours, Rossi, Luke, Tara, Matt and JJ returned to the Bureau with nothing to show for their outing except a location the unsub wasn’t located. “Spence and Emily aren’t back yet?” JJ asked.

“Nope,” Garcia replied. “And I haven’t heard from them either.”

After another hour and numerous phone calls that went unanswered, they all knew something was wrong. They had to go to the other vacant lot.

“Emily, we’ve been here for 4 hours. What the hell are we going to do?”

Shortly after they’d arrived at the lot, Spencer was shot in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. Before Emily could even turn around and aim her gun, no less find the unsub, she’d been downed as well. Both had woken up a short time later and deduced that they’d been placed in a bomb shelter. “What we’re not doing is giving this asshole what he wants!”

This team had come to far; she scoured the area for anyway to unlock themselves from their confines without any luck. Again, Emily listened to the tape:

I don’t know which of you agents are down here, but same rules apply. I will let one of you leave when the other takes the poison. Who lives? Who dies?

“Why are you listening to it over and over again?” Spencer bellowed. “There is nothing on this recording! We don’t even know if we’re in the lot where we stopped. There was a forest behind it. We could be in there. We literally have no idea. And we have no cell service.”

He was right. They had nothing to go on. All they could hope for was that the team would find them in time. Although she’d continue looking for a way to escape. They’d been left one glass of water - presumably to swallow the pill. But they had nothing else, meaning that if the team didn’t find them within about four days, they were both dead.

“We’ve been scouring the area for days!” Garcia screamed when the rest of team came back to recruit more Bureau members. “It’s been three days!”

Matt did his best to comfort a shaking Penelope. “We have no idea what kind of food and water they’ve been left. It could just be a battle of wills.”

Penelope knew that wasn’t possible; the other two crime scenes had not turned up food or water save for one glass, but she allowed herself to breathe in Matt’s embrace for a moment before they got back to work.

“No, Emily.”

“But I’m older.”

“What kind of logic is that?” Spencer asked, his mouth heavy as he spoke. They’d only had a few sips of water each and it had been at least three days. They weren’t going to last much longer. “You’re not taking the pill. The team is going to find us.” After this long, he wasn’t quite sure, but he wasn’t about to let Emily give her life for him; she’d already done too much, put too much of herself on the line for his sake. “I won’t allow you to do that for me. You’ve sacrificed enough for me.”

Emily was so tired; she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. But she reached over and grabbed Spencer’s hand. “I would make every decision again. Spence, you’re one of my best friends.” Her eyes began to water as she spoke. She knew she needed to keep her fluids, but she couldn’t help herself, her voice shaking as she continued. “I love you. And I regret no decision I’ve made in regards to you. You’re like the brother I never had and wished I did.”

“I love you, too, Emily. If I had a sister, I think she’d be a lot like you.” Spencer squeezed her hand and looked toward the glass. The unsub had stood by his promise with the previous couple. If he took the poison, Emily would be free to go. “But you’ve done enough for me. Mexico, prison, Barnes. You put everything on the line for me when you could’ve easily thrown me under the bus. I won’t let you do this too.” It hurt to speak. His muscles felt like they were being weighed down by cement. They didn’t have much longer.

When he looked over this time, Emily was asleep; she was alive, her chest rising and falling slowly, but she wasn’t going to last long. He’d made his decision a day ago. Silently, he slunk over toward the desk and picked up the pill, turning it over a few times in his hand. He wasn’t scared. He actually felt calm; this was what he was supposed to do.

As he swallowed the pill, Emily opened her eyes, and shot to attention. “No! Spence! Throw it up, now! I am your boss! This is an order!” She screamed so loudly her voice broke. She clenched her teeth so hard she could’ve sworn they’d broken. The tears streamed down her face as she stared at him in horror. “Why did you do that?”

“Because he’s going to let you go as soon as I die. Emily after everything you’ve done for me. Let me do this for you. Let me give you a chance to live.”

“Spence, you have so much to live for. The team is coming. Please, don’t do this.” Her head fell into his lap. Her friend. Her baby brother. “Please, it’s not too late. You can throw it up.”

A sleepy smile painted its way across Spencer’s face, his hand now resting on Emily’s head, doing his best to comfort her. “I’m not afraid of dying. You’ve already done it once. It’s my turn.”

A painful, sobbing laugh wrenched its way up Emily’s throat. “How can you not be afraid? I was petrified.”

“Because I’m doing this for you. Knowing you’ll live makes it all okay. And...” It was getting more and more difficult to speak. Cyanide could be a very ugly or a fairly painless death, thankfully, it seemed to be the later. He could feel his heart rate slowing.

“Spencer! Spencer, stay with me! And what? Keep talking.” She watched Spencer take a deep breath, barely able to talk now, and she screamed in agony. “Someone help us! Please! Spence, stay with me,” she whispered. “And what?”

“And if religion is actually true and not just a figment of our imaginations, I’ll get to see my mom again. She’s waiting for me, Emily. I have to go. I love you. Tell everyone I love them and I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Emily sat up and opened Spencer’s mouth attempting to make him throw up in a desperate attempt to save his life, but he couldn’t move.

She beat her hand against the wall as Spencer slumped into her, barely breathing. All she could hear were the sounds of her own sobs and the slow, dull thumping inside Spencer’s chest.

A slight buzzing caught Emily’s attention. The camera watching them eyed them both, and a metallic thud resounded throughout the bunker. “Spence, it’s open. We can get out of here. Spencer...”

With her head to his chest, she listened. Nothing. “No, no, Spencer, we’re saved. Please wake up!”

Freedom was within arm’s reach, but she couldn’t leave him - not here.

The area of the forest they’d been taken to still hadn’t been searched - too large and too cumbersome to do in so few days. “What was that?” JJ asked, her ears picking up a sound she hadn’t heard before. From deep within the forest, a resounding scream thudded against the trees.

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tpanan · 3 years

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My Sunday Daily Blessings

February 28, 2021

Be still quiet your heart and mind, the LORD is here, loving you talking to you...........

Second Sunday of Lent (Roman Rite Calendar) Lectionary: 26, Cycle B

First Reading: Genesis 22:1-2, 9a, 10-13, 15-18

God put Abraham to the test. He called to him, “Abraham!” “Here I am!” he replied. Then God said: “Take your son Isaac, your only one, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah. There you shall offer him up as a holocaust on a height that I will point out to you.” When they came to the place of which God had told him, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. Then he reached out and took the knife to slaughter his son. But the LORD’s messenger called to him from heaven, “Abraham, Abraham!” “Here I am!” he answered. “Do not lay your hand on the boy,” said the messenger. “Do not do the least thing to him. I know now how devoted you are to God, since you did not withhold from me your own beloved son.” As Abraham looked about, he spied a ram caught by its horns in the thicket. So he went and took the ram and offered it up as a holocaust in place of his son. Again the LORD’s messenger called to Abraham from heaven and said: “I swear by myself, declares the LORD, that because you acted as you did in not withholding from me your beloved son, I will bless you abundantly and make your descendants as countless as the stars of the sky and the sands of the seashore; your descendants shall take possession of the gates of their enemies, and in your descendants all the nations of the earth shall find blessing—all this because you obeyed my command.”

Responsorial Psalm: Psalm 116: 10, 15, 16-17, 18-19

"I will walk before the Lord, in the land of the living."

Second Reading: Romans 8: 31b-34

Brothers and sisters: If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son but handed him over for us all, how will he not also give us everything else along with him?

Who will bring a charge against God’s chosen ones? It is God who acquits us, who will condemn? Christ Jesus it is who died—or, rather, was raised— who also is at the right hand of God, who indeed intercedes for us.

Verse before the Gospel: Matthew 17:5

"From the shining cloud the Father’s voice is heard: This is my beloved Son, listen to him."

**Gospel: Matthew 9: 2-10

Jesus took Peter, James, and John and led them up a high mountain apart by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no fuller on earth could bleach them. Then Elijah appeared to them along with Moses, and they were conversing with Jesus. Then Peter said to Jesus in reply, “Rabbi, it is good that we are here! Let us make three tents: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” He hardly knew what to say, they were so terrified. Then a cloud came, casting a shadow over them; from the cloud came a voice, “This is my beloved Son. Listen to him.” Suddenly, looking around, they no longer saw anyone but Jesus alone with them.

As they were coming down from the mountain, he charged them not to relate what they had seen to anyone, except when the Son of Man had risen from the dead. So they kept the matter to themselves, questioning what rising from the dead meant.

**Meditation:

What can blind us or keep us from recognizing God's glory and presence in our lives? Sin and unbelief for sure! Faith enables us to see what is hidden or unseen to the naked eye. Through the eyes of faith Abraham recognized God and God's call on his life. He saw from afar not only what God intended for him, but for his descendants as well - an everlasting covenant of friendship and peace with the living God. Abraham is the father of faith because he put his hope in the promises of God. Faith makes us taste in advance the light of God's glory when we shall see him face to face (1 Corinthians 13:12; 1 John 3:2).

The Lord Jesus reveals his glory in fulfilling his Father's will Are you prepared to see God's glory? God is eager to share his glory with us! We get a glimpse of this when the disciples see Jesus transfigured on the mountain. Jesus' face changed in appearance and his clothing became dazzling white (Mark 9:2,3).

When Moses met with God on Mount Sinai the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God (see Exodus 34:29). Paul says that the Israelites could not look at Moses' face because of its brightness (2 Corinthians 3:7). In the Gospel account Jesus appeared in glory with Moses, the great lawgiver of Israel, and with Elijah, the greatest of the prophets, in the presence of three of his beloved apostles - Peter, James, and John.

What is the significance of this mysterious appearance? Jesus went to the mountain knowing full well what awaited him in Jerusalem - his betrayal, rejection and crucifixion. Jesus very likely discussed this momentous decision to go to the cross with Moses and Elijah. God the Father also spoke with Jesus and gave his approval: This is my beloved Son; listen to him. The Father glorified his Son because he obeyed. The cloud which overshadowed Jesus and his apostles fulfilled the dream of the Jews that when the Messiah came the cloud of God's presence would fill the temple again (see Exodus 16:10, 19:9, 33:9; 1 Kings 8:10; 2 Maccabees 2:8). Jesus is the True Temple come down from heaven who reveals the glory of God to us (John 1:14 and John 2:19, Matthew 12:6), and who opens the way for us to worship the living God in spirit and truth (John 4:21-26).

The Lord wants to share his glory with each of us The Lord Jesus not only wants us to see his glory - he wants to share this glory with us. And Jesus shows us the way to the Father's glory: follow me - obey my words - take the path I have chosen for you and you will receive the glory and blessings of my Father's kingdom - your names will be written in heaven (Luke 10:20).

Jesus succeeded in his mission because he willingly went to Calvary (where he offered up his life for us on the cross), so that Paradise (our true dwelling place with God) would be restored to us once again. He embraced the cross to obtain the crown of glory that awaits each one of us. If we hope to share fully in his glory, we, too, must follow him in the way of the cross - by dying to sin and embracing his will for our lives. This is the only true path that leads to everlasting peace and joy with God.

Origen (185-254 AD), an early church Scripture scholar and writer, describes how we are changed and transformed into Christ's likeness as we we look to him day by day with faith and honesty and strive to walk according to the light of his truth and righteousness (moral goodness): "When he is transfigured, his face also shines as the sun that he may be manifested to the children of light who have put off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light, and are no longer the children of darkness or night but have become the sons of day, and walk honestly as in the day. Being manifest, he will shine unto them not simply as the sun, but as demonstrated to be the sun of righteousness." [Commentary on Matthew 12:37 by Origen]

Stay awake spiritually - Don't miss God's glory and action Luke's Gospel account tells us that while Jesus was transfigured, Peter, James, and John were asleep (Luke 9:32)! Upon awakening they discovered Jesus in glory along with Moses and Elijah. How much do we miss of God's glory and action because we are asleep spiritually? There are many things which can keep our minds asleep to the things of God: Mental lethargy and the "unexamined life" can keep us from thinking things through and facing our doubts and questions in the light of Christ's truth. The life of ease can also hinder us from considering the challenging or disturbing demands of Christ to forsake all for him and his kingdom. Prejudice can make us blind to something new the Lord may have for us. Even sorrow can be a block until we can see past it to the glory of God.

How spiritually awake are you to Christ's presence and word of life for you? Peter, James, and John were privileged witnesses of the glory of Christ. We, too, as disciples of Christ are called to be witnesses of his glory. We all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being changed into his likeness from one degree of glory to another; for this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit (2 Corinthians 3:18). The Lord wants to reveal his glory to us, his beloved disciples. Do you seek his presence with expectant faith, reverence, and willing obedience?

Lord Jesus, keep me always alert and awake to you, to your word, your action, and your daily presence in my life. Let me see your glory.

Sources:

Lectionary for Mass for Use in the Dioceses of the United States, second typical edition, Copyright © 2001, 1998, 1997, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine; Psalm refrain © 1968, 1981, 1997, International Committee on English in the Liturgy, Inc. All rights reserved. Neither this work nor any part of it may be reproduced, distributed, performed or displayed in any medium, including electronic or digital, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

**Meditations may be freely reprinted and translated into other languages for non-profit use only. Please cite copyright and original source at dailyscripture.servantsoftheword.org

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the-master-cylinder · 4 years

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SUMMARY In rural Pennsylvania, a young girl screams for help in a rural meadow, her leg caught in an animal trap. A group of children, along with an older woman they call Mama, arrive, and one of the boys, Abraham, knocks the girl unconscious. Later, the children chant a Satanic prayer over the girl at the behest of their mother, and one of the children, Cynthia, proceeds to brutally stab her to death with a dagger.

Years later, teen aged Nancy Johnson runs away from her home after her stepfather Bert, a police officer, attempts to rape her. While hitchhiking to her sister’s home in San Francisco, she is picked up by two benevolent young men, Hank and Tom. In the backwoods, they pick up a Baptist preacher and his adult daughter, Sandra, who they drop off at a cemetery to visit the grave of the preacher’s wife. Sandra says a prayer and heads back toward their house; her father remains, and is stabbed to death by a man with a machete shortly after. Later, Sandra finds her father’s corpse on their doorstep, and is murdered by the man with the machete.

At a local bar, Tom, Hank, and Nancy encounter racists who refuse to serve them because Hank is African-American. Short on money, they steal groceries from a small market and are chased by two local police officers. They lose the police, and drive onto a dirt road into the woods, where they witness the murderer carrying Sandra’s corpse (covered in a sheet) into the woods. The three find a spot to camp overnight.

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In the morning, Nancy goes for a walk, and returns to the campsite to witness two police officers, Luke and Abraham, arresting Hank and Tom, accusing them of murdering a local woman. They execute both of the men, and then pursue Nancy, who flees into the woods. She comes across a farmhouse, and inside finds a teenage girl, Cynthia, playing cards. She asks for a phone, and is directed to another room; when she enters, she finds the man she, Tom, and Hank saw earlier (whom she comes to find is named Cyrus) dismembering two men. She is confronted by the two police officers, who lock her in an animal cage next to another victim, Gwen Davis. In conversation, Gwen recounts Luke and Abraham’s murder of two police officers the night before, and then stealing their uniforms.

Luke, Abraham, and Cyrus return to the campsite and burn the bodies of Hank and Tom. Later, Luke goes upstairs and has a conversation with his dead mother, a decomposed corpse the family keeps in a bed. The next day, he and Abraham kidnap teenager Sharon from her backyard. Meanwhile, Bert goes to a local police station to report Nancy missing. At the farmhouse, the family conduct a Black Mass at midnight and sacrifice Sharon in the name of Satan, as Nancy and Gwen watch from their cages. Nancy prays to God as they slit Sharon’s throat before feeding her blood to their dead mother, attempting to resurrect her. They drive Sharon’s body to a field the next morning and begin digging a shallow grave, an event witnessed by Bert, who is out searching for Nancy; he hears them discuss sacrificing Nancy and Gwen on Easter.

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Later, while Cynthia sacrifices Gwen at midnight, Nancy recites the Lord’s Prayer, and Luke drinks Gwen’s blood. After the Black Mass, Luke prepares to bring Gwen’s body outside, but is accosted by Bert, who clobbers him. He then holds Abraham and Cyrus at gunpoint, forcing Luke to retrieve Nancy. Just as Nancy is brought outside, Cynthia attacks Bert, stabbing him to death in the back. As he collapses, his gun fires off, shooting both Cyrus and Abraham. Nancy hides in the barn where Cynthia chases after her, not knowing exactly where she is concealing herself. However without warning, Nancy jumps out from behind her (seemingly almost out of nowhere) and in an expeditious act of revenge for the murder of her Stepfather, manages to gain the upperhand, then proceeds to slit Cynthia’s throat with a sickle.

Luke regains consciousness, but Nancy is to quick to react and subsequently pours gasoline on the ground then lights him on fire. Nancy watches helplessly with satisfaction and reassurance as he burns to death while simultaneously screaming in agony. Severely traumatized by the whole ordeal, tears of both relief, anguish and despair begin to uncontrollably roll down Nancy’s ashen face as she sighs to herself while realizing that the blood-curdling nightmare that she won’t soon, or most likely ever forget is finally over. Knowing that her life will never be the same again, she presses her back up against the wall of a nearby wooden shed, and then looks in the direction of the camera with an incredibly forlorn look on her face until the credits begin to roll.

Let’s discuss the hack-job the MPAA did to Midnight. Firstly, I know the prologue is longer and makes clearer the fact that the satanic murderers and the children in the prologue are one and the same. John A. Russo: Correct. The release prints are missing some of the exposition of the mother implanting the ideas of human sacrifices in the children’s minds. It shows her raising the children to believe in satanism.

Is that the basic reason the MPAA didn’t like it?! Because it may have promoted satanism? John A. Russo: No, there was a shot of the little girl, getting hit on the head. They thought it to be too violent…the little girl getting clubbed. The cuts make it hard for some people to realize that the family, when you see them as adults, is the same family that they saw as children. It’s very damaging to the movie. It makes the filmmakers look like jerks. The editing was necessitated by the MPAA to get the “R” rating, however it also caused us not to be able to deliver to the fans what they, by this time, expected out of a horror film, which is more explicit kinds of violence. Not that I’m a violence freak, but you do have to deliver what the fans expect within the bounds of good taste.

Another cut scene occurs during the frisbee-throwing between a husband and wife in their backyard. It’s where she is abducted by the satanists. In the release print we see the husband jokingly hide from his wife just before the satanists kidnap her. Here again, the MPAA deleted some very important footage that explains why the husband never tried to rescue his wife! John A. Russo: The husband is stabbed repeatedly trying to help his wife. You don’t ever see the knife going in because he’s laying behind a stack of logs with the killer hovering over him. It was done so well that it looks pretty brutal. As the prints stand now, the audience is thinking how could this girl be bound and gagged and slammed into a truck without her husband even looking for her!!

The throat-slitting scenes were also played down. John A. Russo: All of those scenes were optically cropped. Tom Savini has taken some criticism for his effects lacking the sophistication and punch that they had in other films. We had to optically crop the shots in order to play down the effect to get the “R” rating so it’s an unfair criticism of Tom. Ray Laine, Greg Besnak and I did the effects in the last 10 minutes. The gun shots, fire and the makeups

Midnight originally ended with the female lead, Nancy, being left to die by her stepfather. Would you compare your original concept with the revision? John A. Russo: In the first draft of the screenplay, originally titled The Congregation. I had the stepfather come back and save her. I was about half way through writing that ending when it occurred to me that it would be more in character to abandon her and save his own hide. So I wrote the novel that way. I turned around and wrote the screenplay with the stepfather leaving her to die.

You shot that ending? John A. Russo: We shot it that way. When Sam Sherman and Dan Kennis saw the first edit, they were very happy with the film. But Sam said it would be nice to have an action-packed ending and let the stepfather come back and save Nancy. He said this being a film rather than a book, it would pay the audience off more to see the bad guys get it. He said that one of the things the MPAA looks for in granting ratings is redeeming social value. He was afraid that if the bad guys didn’t get it in the end or one of the good characters wasn’t saved, we would have an impossible time getting an “R” rating no matter how much of the violence was cut. So there were several reasons for shooting the new ending and I was glad to do it. I saw Sam’s reasoning there. I like the ending myself. For a low-budget movie it does give you a lot of action. There’s about 10 minutes of action there. It’s more than you might find in a lot of low-budget films.

Well, Midnight gave me the chance to work with John Russo (co-writer of Night of The Living Dead) and a long time friend of George’s. I was introduced to Russo through Raymond Laine, a friend of mine from the Playhouse…who worked with George in the early days and who played the lead in There’s Always Vanilla (1971). I haven’t revisited Midnight since it was first shot, but fans tell me they like it. John Amplas (Abraham)

I still prefer the book ending. John A. Russo: Well, that ending has a lot to recommend it. She was in that cage praying and we just held on that shot. We were going to freeze it. We had all these weird sounds, the satanists’ black-mass sounds and insane cries that Paul McCollough came up with which were actually cries of baboons! It had such an eerie effect when we threw some reverb on it and mixed it in with the black mass sounds. With that shot holding for so long, it really sunk into your mind that this girl was doomed. All her faith and religiosity didn’t save her. Evil had triumphed…which often does! It was the same thing in NOLD where we had the same argument of whether anybody should be saved. In the first draft we actually had Barbara being rescued by the sheriff. We went for the more shocking ending and it turned out to be the right decision because that’s what makes the audience walk out of the theatre feeling appalled and crushed…but they’re thinking!

What is your opinion of Midnight as a whole? John A. Russo: It think it’s a darn good job for the money. For $70,000, I don’t think there is anybody else that’s done as good a job for that kind of money, frankly. I think you could give any of the recognized names that would look at this picture and put it down-you give them $70,000, and they wouldn’t do as good a job. And the people in the industry who’ve seen it, well, they can’t believe it. Until they know the budget, they say, ‘Well why didn’t you do this or that or that?” But once they know the budget, they say, “Jesus Christ, there’s nobody doing anything for that!” The only way we could have done more was to shoot in 16mm and blow it up. Perhaps we should have shot 16mm because then, content-wise, it would have been a much better picture. Of course you would have a grainier looking release print. Another thing I’d like to say about Midnight is that when I wrote the script back in 1977, and even while the film was being made, most of the pictures like Friday the 13th and Halloween and the whole glut of those pictures hadn’t happened yet! So once Midnight was released last year, a lot of things that would have frightened an audience, well, by the time they saw Midnight, they’d seen those things 15 times already. If Midnight could have come out when it was first written, it would have had more impact. When your movie comes out late, you get accused of imitation when that’s not the case. Fang: Do you have a steady group of film people with whom you prefer to work? Russo: Well, my relationship with Sam Sherman and Dan Kennis at Independent International Pictures has been excellent. We’re anxious to work together again. They have a lot of talent and expertise as distributors and we’re trying to get other projects going, with a little bigger budgets. On the production end, I have a small group of really dedicated and talented people from cinematographer and editor, Paul McCollough, Ray Laine who is a casting director and production manager, Eric Baca who is an excellent sound engineer, and John Rice, the assistant cinematographer and lighting man.

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Midnight Soundtrack (1982) Quintessence & Paul McCollough John Russo’s MIDNIGHT soundtrack which was originally released on the Traq record label back in 1982.

Midnight is a 1982 film by John A. Russo. It is based on Russo’s 1980 novel of the same name, published by Pocket Books. The reprint was issued in 1982 by “Independent-International Pictures” to coincide with their film release.

While not prosecuted for obscenity, the film was seized and confiscated in the UK under Section 3 of the Obscene Publications Act 1959 during the video nasty panic

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CAST/CREW Directed John A. Russo Produced Donald Redinger Written John A. Russo

Melanie Verlin – Nancy Johnson Lawrence Tierney – Bert Johnson John Amplas – Abraham John Hall – Tom Charles Jackson – Hank Doris Hackney – Harriet Johnson

CREDITS/REFERENCES/SOURCES/BIBLIOGRAPHY terrortrap Fangoria#32

Midnight (1982) Retrospective SUMMARY In rural Pennsylvania, a young girl screams for help in a rural meadow, her leg caught in an animal trap.

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hey-assbutt-jerk-bitch-idjits · 7 years

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I shouldn’t love you but I do KaixReader

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Warnings: Parental abuse

Summary: Kai used to babysit the reader when she was Luke and Liv's age, Kai loved the little girl and promised to take care of her no matter what. He always protected her from her abusive father and mother knowing what it's like to have parents who hate you, so he vowed to protect her forever. But forever is eventually cut short.

Kai smiled at the little girl sitting beside him, he would always love this little girl and protect her he had vowed that to himself and would forever protect her. She wasn't siphon like him but she wasn't a witch either. Her mother had been unfaithful to her "father" and she was another type of supernatural being altogether. She was a werewolf which meant that she was shunned by the Gemini coven much like Kai and was treated like absolute shit. The little girl smiled up at Kai and he couldn't help but smile back. Even with a black eye she was still the sweetest thing he had ever seen.

"Princess I need you to make me a promise, tonight I am going to do something that will get me kicked out of the coven but I promise to take you with me. But you need to promise not to hate me, at any point." You looked out at the sun setting from where you were sitting on your roof. Before you smiled at Kai.

"I will always love you prince Kai." Kai was your prince and you were his princess or so you thought anyway he never understood why such an innocent child had decided to love him but he was okay with it, he loved you just as much if not more.

"You're going to hear noises in your parent's room tonight before I come to get you, promise me princess that you won't come out until I come get you... Please promise me." You smiled up at Kai innocently and nodded, he smiled before moving you into your room and placing you in bed before he cloaked himself and left.

That night, Kai never came for you and you never heard any noise in your parent's room. That day you vowed to hate Kai as you had vowed to hate your dad even at a young age you knew that you hated both of those men with a passion.

Whitmore, things were supposed to be good here. That's what everyone said and it was, you made a few new friends; Caroline and Elena they were both nothing like you but so much like you at the same time, and then there were Kai's siblings: Liv and Luke who you sort of got along with you never talked about Kai when you were with them, it was to sensitive of a topic for all three of you.

You were lucky you had a job with Liv, you both worked at the café on campus and it gave you guys time to bond. You were laughing at something Liv said when someone walked in, you ran back to get some more of the fresh baked muffins. From what you could hear it was a man out there. Maybe Liv could meet someone better than Tyler Lockwood.

"Liv, I know you know where she is. She was my princess so tell me where she is or you will regret it." The voice sounded familiar but that’s not what sent you out there, it was the threats he was uttering to Liv. You walked out and stopped dead in your tracks staring at the man infront of you.

"Princess." He breathed waving, you felt tears come to your eyes before you glared at Kai and quickly moved to Liv. Kai couldn't help but notice how grown up you had become and how beautiful you were. He knew he had cared for you before but now? He was head over heels for you.

"You promised to come get me Kai and protect me but instead you left a letter saying you never cared about me and that I was to much of a burden so you decided to leave... Just leave no one wants you here." Kai looked at his sister who was smiling smugly.

"Princess, why would I still be the same age if that were true. I was locked away by my family in a fucking prison world! You know what it's like being the outcast, look at me princess. I didn't leave you by choice. They made me; Liv and Luke included." You looked at Kai and smiled.

"You came back." You went to go hug Kai but Liv grabbed your arm, you looked at her and she shook her head.

"He murdered my mother, attempted to murder Josephine, me and Luke and you're just gonna go back to him and see him as the man he never was?" You yanked your arm from Liv's grip and went over to Kai hugging him tightly.

"Princess." He sighed holding you just as tightly.

2 weeks later-

Kai had moved in with you in your dorm and was staying with you as long you could keep him hidden from everyone including Liv and Luke, you had woken up early and had decided to clean up the dorm room and maybe run and grab breakfast for you and Kai. He had been acting off the last couple of days so you thought maybe you could make him feel better by grabbing his favorite breakfast.

That plan was ruined when you heard Kai groan and sit up in his bed, you turned and smiled at Kai while he just stood upand basically ignored you and got dressed. You sighed before you continued cleaning, Kai had looked at you a few times before he went to leave but your voice stopped him.

"You need to find somewhere else to go Kai, I'll have your stuff packed by the time your back. Seems like you'll be happier if you leave anyway so um- yeah." Kai looked down before closing the door and turning to face you, he could tell you were hurt but he couldn't let you know he had fallen for you. He used to babysit you and now he wanted to date you? That was just weird.

"Princ-" You cut him off quickly before glaring at him.

"My name's (y/n), not princess!" Kai looked at you hurt before he glared at you.

"What happened to you never hating me, to you always being my princess, what the hell happened to you actually caring about me? You're just like my goddamned parents I should've killed you too!" You looked at Kai hurt evident, you stepped up to him and placed the knife you were cleaning in his hands.

"Then kill me Kai, because all I ever did was love you when no one else did! These past two weeks have been bliss having you back but you wanted to kill me so do it Kai, because I would rather fucking die then have the one person who I always loved not love me back." Kai looked at the knife in his hands before he let it fall to the ground, he grabbed your hips pulling you to him before he pressed his lips to yours, you kissed him back without hesitation.

"The issue is that I have fallen in love with you, I'm not supposed to when I used to babysit you and take care of you. It's wrong but I can't help it."

You smiled at Kai before pressing your lips to his.

A/N: Part 2, yes or no? Tell me how you guys feel about this plot!!

#KaixReader #Kai X Reader #TVD #TO #The Vampire Diaries #The Originals

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thrownsoula · 7 years

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@neverthedark. aftermath.

Two years after she kills Luke, she remembers how to pray, and it isn’t for forgiveness.

She was hiding out --- really, though, working --- in as-yet-unliberated territory in the Outer Rim. The fact of its being isolated was both blessing a curse, because away from large populations meant far from the Reach, but equally that she couldn’t disappear in a crowd. And for someone with her training, it didn’t take her long to locate the rebel effort on this particular moon.

She had helped, where she could. For the first month, from the outside, drawing innocent attention to herself when they needed a distraction or simply dropping supplies. She never used scarab or her armor to help cover them. Once the rebels realized she was, in some sense, with them, the second month passed in relative peace between herself and them. The partnership was somewhat mistrustful, but willing.

Then she ruined it by getting too close.

There was this kid, not quite out of his second decade yet, dangerously reckless. For a few weeks she watched him almost out of habit, her eye drawn to the people who were vulnerable. And not always to protect them, but she was trying, she is trying ---

She still wouldn’t show them scarab, but she taught him some of her less brutal training. How to stand, where to hit, how to hold and aim the blaster. At first he reacted with typical teenage stubbornness, but she could tell he knew she had a point, so she responded with patience, and waited to see what he would do with what she gave him.

What he did: found her when she was alone one evening, exhausted; offered his hand; invited her to a meal as a thank you. She stared at him for a long moment and didn’t see a single detail of his face.

It replays in her head whether she wants it to or not. How his chest caved around her, his heart fitting in her hand, and then ripping. This wasn’t her, it wasn’t me, but he’s still dead. In that moment, all she could picture was what could happen to this boy next. The whole rebellion wiped out because of one weapon. A little more hope snuffed out.

She took the boy’s hand to let him help her up, and ate with his family, and the next day she left their moon.

She only armors up to fly long distances. In the dark spaces between the stars, she learns another blessing/curse of isolation: no one to hurt but yourself.

why did you run, alice? you could have helped them.

The soft voice is her mind playing tricks on itself, she knows, not any latent force sensitivity. Not for the first time, either. So she doesn’t bother saying she doesn’t use that name anymore.

You told me to find the light again. Can’t do that if I’m hurting people.

you’re stronger than that.

If I’m going to let the light guide me then sometimes --- right now --- this is what that means. Please...

It’s her own please that make her draw in a breath, because she has never pleaded for anything. She has wept and railed and clawed at herself, but what good would it do? Is she supposed to beg the Force for some kind of sign?

------She knows what she would ask.

That it would take a trade, her life for his.

That he can unforgive her, and finally release her, so she is allowed to give up.

That he can just... still hear her.

You didn’t have to die for this, you know.

What’s that? No response from the universe? Surprise.

I didn’t have to hold your heart to know I loved you.

A month after she kills Luke, the Reach guards let her out of her containment cell. Dried blood streaks the glass from when the skin of her hands split from beating on the inside wall. She’s given that up by now. Curled up at the bottom, she doesn’t stir and barely blinks when it opens. Part of that is physical inability. They forcibly deactivated her armor before leaving her here, and she shouldn’t be able to go this long without food or water.

But that’s what you do when you’re done with her. Anyone puts a knife in a drawer in the kitchen once it’s no longer of use to them. And if the knife is a risk, they lock it up, too.

The Negotiator in charge of her now ( not the same one, she thinks, who hunted her years ago, but why does it matter who he is ) still isn’t pleased about her outburst when she returned after the mission. Twelve injured. An enforcer dead. A lot of damage by one little infiltrator --- but an acceptable cost to buy the death of the last of the Jedi.

Since serving the Reach a galaxy on its knees, she has become inconsequential. She functions as needed, but no more. Days and nights blur together. The whole time she can’t even think of him, because when she tries her mind comes up against another kind of cell wall and she can feel the blood running down her hands again.

She can’t think of him, so she feels and pulses and breathes with the thought I am never going to hurt someone because of the Reach again.

She plans. She waits for an opening, a crack of light, a slip of the leash.

The identity of the Negotiator who ordered the hit does matter to her a little, in the end. Enough to risk her escape by skewering him before she flees. Right through the gut, and when she twists her claw she ignores the noise he made. Instead, she listens for the crack of his carapace, and she doesn’t draw out the claw until he sags into her.

She pushes him off her. After a long moment of staring at him on the floor, waiting for any emotion to flood her empty chest, she turns and leaves.

One week before she kills Luke, he’s doing training exercises, and she is playing the game where she tries to sneak up on him. Some people would call taking a Jedi by surprise improbable at best, not to mention ill-advised. ( Luke was one of those people. )

The fact that he extinguishes his lightsaber gives away that he senses her coming, but he lets her tackle him anyway. She kind of bowls him over, a softer landing for her than for him, as she ends up perched on him. She leans her weight on her right arm, bracing him on one side, and tucks her legs over the other.

Her free hand pushes her hair over her shoulder, then rests against her collarbone. “I win.”

“Alice...”

“What? I did win.”

“And you didn’t have any help.”

She shakes her head emphatically. “None. Why are you smiling like that?”

He hesitates, as if he’s not sure he wants to say what he’s thinking. “Because you’re going to kiss me.”

“Oh? The Force tell you so?”

But that infuriatingly genuine smile stays put, and all she can do in the end is press her lips to it. He knows her too well, maybe. Then she kisses his cheek, the very top of the bridge of his nose, his forehead --- kisses him until she feels some of the tension leave his body, and knows he’ll be able to rest.

One year after she kills Luke, she still hasn’t been caught. It’s not the Reach she runs from anymore. It’s the New Republic.

The thought that she should turn herself over to them beats in her faster than a heartbeat. She knows his family... doesn’t need her to report his death to him. The Reach didn’t keep them in any doubt about his fate. They wanted the former rebels to feel their hope die.

His sister would have felt it through the Force.

But they might not know who killed him. They would have to be told, or know enough about her scarab to connect her to the mass of insectile soldiers the Reach already had before her and after her. What seemed to matter so much to Luke --- that she wasn’t in control --- means nothing to her now. If she were the New Republic, she would want to find her and chop off the claw that dug out his heart, screw her into a glass case and watch her struggle. He was so strong. She shouldn’t have been able to touch him, love or not, but then ---

But then, it’s not as if no Jedi ever died before.

She decides if they catch up to her and put her to trial, she won’t resist. But until then she owes it to stay... alive, at least. Not only to Luke, but to the living he left unprotected because of her. He would never have given up; so she can’t. Nor did he ever stop trying to save her, but again, and again, she wishes he had.

When her father warned her about grief, he never prepared her to be furious. Most of the time she carries it in her, silently, like a bright, dense coal. But on the day she decides to repay her debt to Luke, she’s alone in her room in a run-down inn. Every time she’s alone the coal burns harder. On impulse, she grabs up the tin cup on the table by the bed and pitches it into the wall.

Why did he say that?

The metal clang isn’t enough. She throws it more than once, harder each time, and finally dents it. She searches desperately for something she brought that will make noise or shatter. She breaks a holobook this way. If she had anything more, she would throw it too, but there’s nothing else left in her.

Why did he smile, how could he think ---

The bed groans as she falls into it, shaking. She doesn’t know if the tremble comes from pushing herself past exhaustion, or bearing up under all the things she can’t say to him.

Luke, there’s no light in me, you were wrong.

She hates his faith, and she hates his absence, and after a year she still she loves him too much to turn away now.

One day before she kills Luke marks the third since the Reach reclaimed her. Call it reprogramming. Call it torture. They are trying to get back inside her head.

When the pain subsides enough for her to think straight, she struggles to stretch out to him. Her, with no sensitivity, no ability, no connection to the Force. How is he supposed to hear her? But in her head she screams it: I’M AFRAID, I’M AFRAID, I’M AFRAID, PLEASE, LUKE! I’M AFRAID.

She already lost her mind, her body, and her soul to them once. And she already knows if they hijack her again, there will be no coming back, no forgiveness, nothing. The last time, the Reach anesthetized her, fed up with hours of endurance. She required, it seemed, too much breaking.

This time, it takes them days.

One hour after she kills Luke, she still wants to scream, but can’t. And there’s no one to hear her anyway. She landed on her knees some time ago, a puppet with cut strings, and shut out the persistent tug at her spine. ( It wants to recall her to the Reach ship. ) For as long as possible, she even pushes down nausea in her gut, just memorizing his face, because this is her last chance. His blood has all but dried on her.

When she finally returns for further orders, she brings his body with her. The Negotiator observes that merely his heart would have been sufficient proof of kill, but the body is acceptable. Then they try to take it from her. She says no.

With a wave of his claw, the Negotiator dismisses this refusal and signals two soldiers forward. She doesn’t stir till they’re in range, then snarls and lashes out. No. A wide slash broadside. They can’t take him again. It’s not until more come to pull her away that chaos erupts --- Luke’s body, at the eye of the storm, and Alice standing over him, fighting claws-first.

A djo-class scarab steps in to put an end to it --- enforcer, species unknown but size of a tank and better armed. She has to tumble out of the way of his swipe --- he’s too big to overpower --- then attacks from behind. Her claws grow three inches longer into hooked nails. She leaps up, wraps her arm around his neck, and digs the talons into the most malleable part of his armor. And she pushes against the resistance until something has to crack open, and when that something is his armor and not her fingers, she tears out his throat.

But as he collapses under her, she sees it --- she’s lost her ground. Left Luke unprotected. That last sight of him hits her, as the rest of the cohort swarms and subdues her, and won’t stop hitting her. It feels as if it will never stop slamming against her ribs.

Loss, after loss, after loss.

Five years after she kills the boy she loves, she’s stopped asking herself whether he would have forgiven her, because she knows the answer only infuriates her. Getting angry with Luke is never going to bring him back. Except, in a way, that it does, because it reminds her, eventually, of his anger. The quiet, confident fury and the hell-breaking rage, both parts of him she would trade anything asked of her to witness again.

It’s the first thing about him outside the last moments she lets herself remember. Softer things return to her in pieces and in dreams: smiling, rare laughter. His metal hand meeting her scarab, in understanding. Kissing her temples like anointment. And of course, she still hears him sometimes.

you’re strong enough for this.

But you’re still dead, and irreplaceable. You must know that by now.

------There are new Jedi. That’s the news across the galaxy, anyway, a blossom of hope she never expected to grow once the Reach trampled through. There’s Leia, somewhere. Though it’s a mystery who she’s learning from...

Luke would have loved to teach her. He would have been five years older now.

He would have been beautiful.

This is not a loss she can ever fill, nor a debt she can ever pay back in full. And if that’s the guilt speaking, well, she’s guilty. She is guilty, yet here she is, living with it. Trying to scrape out something human with it.

you’re strong enough for that, too.

I miss you.

i know.

#neverthedark #( iii. you have no control who tells your story; ) ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ #( iv. you’ve done your time. listen to me. you’ve been lonely too long; ) ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ #death tw #blood tw #long post #TOTAL 100% AU #super au bc this is like... classic scarab not sw!scarab #the most alternative alternate universe #never gonna happen folks

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olicitynowplease · 7 years

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The High Warlock of Brooklyn and the injured Shadowhunter

The institute was in disarray. Shadowhunters scrambling to find the information they needed to track down Valentine who’d surfaced once again. When he appeared through the portal, they stopped and starred. The institute was supposed to be on lockdown, and no one, not even the High Warlock of Brooklyn, was meant to be able to enter.

Izzy pushed her way through the armed shadowhunters, intent on being the shield between Magnus and the fools she, unfortunately, had to call fellow hunters. But when she saw him, even she halted in her steps. Gone was the glitter, and flamboyant clothes. His face was washed clean of the makeup he loved to wear, and his hair was a mess (and not the sexy kind).

He looked rattled. And even in plain black jeans that Alec favoured and a burgundy nightgown, Magnus looked dangerous. Izzy was ashamed to admit, that even her hand gravitated towards her whip.

Before any of the shadowhunters could make their move, Aldertree entered his suit a poor façade to hide his anger at seeing a downworlder in his institute. ‘What is happening here? Have all of you forgotten what a lockdown means?’, he looked from Magnus to his warriors, unimpressed by their show of fear. ‘Escort Mr Bane out of my institute.’

When one of the foolishly brave shadowhunters approached him with his seraph blade, Magnus slashed his hand through the air and sent the man flying. Those who had lowered their weapons, raised them again, this time with a fury in their eyes and the disgust they felt towards downworlders evident.

‘How dare you!’ Maryse shouted, the sharp tapping of her heels echoing through the deadly silent control centre, ‘You have no right to attack a shadowhunter, especially when you have no right to be in our institute. Now leave, before I forget we are allies.’

‘I will attack anyone who comes in my way, enemy or ally. Now you have two choices Maryse, for the sake of our history, one you allow me to see Alec or the second, I take my spells that are protecting you from the Downworlders and Valentine with me when I leave with your son.’

‘Enough! Wainweather, Scarway, Rosestorm, and Maplewelll, show Mr Bane out, he seems to have forgotten the way,’ Aldertree didn’t wait for a reply. Turning on his heels, he began walking away as if the tasks he’d set the best shadowhunters in his command was already completed.

Izzy stepped back, out of the line of fire. They had all mistaken Magnus’s flamboyance for weakness, even Aldertree who prided himself on being a smart man.

Magnus’s eyes were the first to change, his luminous feline eyes shining like amber jewels in the blue light of his magic that was building between his hands. Globes of sapphire lights slammed into each of the shadowhunters, rendering them unconscious before they hit the ground. With a twist of a hand, Aldertree was in the air with a knife inches from his jugular.

‘Magnus…’ the magic keeping Aldertree afloat vanished with a wave of his fingers, Magnus stepped over his fallen form and rushed to Alec who was barely managing to stay on his feet.

As soon as Magnus reached him, Alec collapsed into his Warlock’s arms. His body trembled, and a feverish sweat coated his skin as his body burnt up. He couldn’t remember what at happened or how he’d ended up injured. All he could remembered was his frenzied call to Magnus when the pain became too much and no rune seemed to be able to ease it that ended with the phone snatched from his hand. But, with Magnus’s arms around him, and his reassuring mantra that he’d be alright, it didn’t matter. He was safe now. Magnus would save him. He always did. He closed his eyes, trusting everything would be okay.

Magnus swept Alec’s untidy black hair back, and cradle his face in his other hand. The beat of his heart was erratic and unsteady, but it was still strong. He stroked Alec’s cheek, and kissed his forehead, allowing himself a moment to give in to the fear he’d felt from the moment he’d picked up the phone.

He’d been sitting in his apartment, a range of ingredients and potions in front of him when he’d answered Alec’s call. ‘Mag…Magnus… he-help… it hurts, it hurts so m-much… Mag-,’ when the line went dead the vile of Vampire Hair he’d had in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. During the short journey to the institute he refused to allow the thousands of scenarios running through his mind distract him from his objective; to get to Alec. But now, now that he knew Alec was alive he let a single tear escape. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried.

Steeling himself to face the shadowhunters at his back, he lifted Alec into his arms. His height made it difficult, but his determination more than compensated for it. With his head held high, and a magical shield around them, he dared the shadowhunters to attack. Sharing a look of uncertainty between them they wisely chose to Magnus and Alec to pass.

As gently as he could, Magnus laid Alec down on his bed’s silk covers, with a final promise to save him, he got to work.

Magnus ignored Izzy, Clary, Luke and Simon, when they appeared at his door, his focus solely on finding a cure for Alec. He ignored their words of concern, their reassurance that Alec would be okay, and their offer of help. All he needed was to concentrate.

Slowly they began to leave, all but Izzy who diligently sat by her brother’s bed, stroking his hair as she recounted old childhood memories.

When the potion was done, Magnus lifted Alec and fed him what he hoped was the cure. ‘Will he be okay?’ Izzy’s voice was barely a whisper, gone was the sure confidence she wore like an armour.

‘I don’t know’, he squeezed her hand, ‘all we can do now is wait’.

Just as the sun began to rise an exhausted Izzy fell asleep in the beside chair, with her hand in Alec’s. Magnus sat perfectly still by Alec’s side, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, ‘come back’, he whispered into Alec’s ear as he too took his shadowhunters hand in his, ‘come back to me.’

He felt an aching pain across his chest, his body felt heavy and sluggish, and his eyes refused to open. Summoning his strength, he forced his eyes to open.

The flutter of Alec’s long eyelashes had Magnus moving closer to him, ‘Alexander?’

Alec tried to smile when Magnus said his name, but he was afraid all he did was groan in pain. With a snap of his fingers, a glass of water appeared. Magnus helped lift him into a sitting position and helped him take a sip of water that wet his dry throat. When he was done, Magnus snapped his fingers again, and the glass was gone. While Magnus fussed over his bandages, Alec took a moment to look over his Warlock. He was dressed in day old clothes, no makeup to cover the dark circles beneath his eyes, and no jewellery to distract him from worry that was etched into his eyes.

‘Magnus’, his name on Alec’s lips drew him to a halt, ‘I’m okay.’

‘Well of course you are, you did, after all, receive treatment from the High Warlock of Brooklyn, I usually charge quite a fee for the personal care of a client’, his voice was light but there was something else behind his flirtatious humour.

‘What’s the going rate for the High Warlock of Brooklyn’s personal treatment these days? Alec asked, deciding to play along.

‘Well, more than you or the clave could afford, but seeing as I like you, I’m sure we can arrange a payment plan,’ Magnus gravitated towards him, their lips inches apart.

‘When’s my first payment due?’ If Magnus hadn’t been so relieved to have Alec awake and talking, he may have commented on this flirtatious side of Alec he had never seen before. But he didn’t question it, he savoured it and leant to forward, his lips brushing Alec’s. ‘I’m okay,’ Alec whispered against Magnus’s lips before deepening the kiss.

Magnus wasn’t sure what would have happened but Izzy’s not so subtle cough had them breaking apart. Alec’s cheek’s reddened at being caught by his little sister but he didn’t let go of Magnus’s hand. ‘I’m glad you’re feeling better’, she kissed his cheek and then Magnus’s before leaving, promising to return in the evening.

When they were alone Alec pulled Magnus close again, but any deeds he’d had in mind quickly gave way to the overwhelming tiredness that encompassed him. When Alec let his eyes close, he fell asleep with the image of Magnus Bane laying by his side, their hands laced together.

Malec fanfiction is new for me, so let know what you think.

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Something is Wrong

A/N: This is a mix of an anon request and a request from @milkandcookies528 for one where Luke and his pregnant wife both work for the BAU. An unsub kidnaps her (for reasons specified my milkandcookies528) and she ends up going into labor (courtesy of anon). I left this REALLY open ended...sorry. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

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As Luke looked over, he could see the strain on your face. Not that every case didn’t get to you in some way or another, but considering your victims were all pregnant, the case was hitting close to home. “Why pregnant women though?” Luke asked. “What does them being pregnant have to do with anything?

“It could be as oedipal as something traumatic happening to his own mother when he was in utero, to a woman who looks about the same emasculating him so now he’s doing the same,” JJ said, seemingly at a loss for what the connection actually was.

Everyone sat back in their chairs and went over the first three victims’ files. They were all pregnant, but in varying degrees. The first was 3 months pregnant, the second was 5 months along, and the last was 6 and a half months. They looked similar and were in their 20s. Both women had been starved to death and beaten. All of the pieces were there but you couldn’t figure it out.

At nearly 8 and a half months pregnant, you were exhausted. You were yawning every five seconds. You couldn’t have coffee, because pregnant. Your brain just wasn’t working anymore. Again, you yawned and pushed back in your chair, playfully smacking your face to try and wake yourself up. “Y/N,” Emily said softly, “You should go home. You need sleep.”

“I’m totally here,” you said, gathering the files up to your eyes and trying (and failing) to make some kind of a connection that would get you closer to the unsub. “I’m good. My brain still works. I swear.”

Luke came up behind you and bent down, giving you a kiss on the top of the head as he massaged your shoulders. “Let me take you home,” he said. “Emily’s right. You need sleep.”

When you yawned for what felt like the 30th time in as many minutes, you relented, looking up sleepily at your husband and shrugging. “Yea, I’m no good at this anymore. I can’t brain good.”

Emily chuckled under her breath. “Once you sleep, you’ll be fine. We’ll keep working here and we’ll keep you updated. I know you’ll be losing it without knowing what’s going on.” Getting up with Luke’s help, you gave everyone a small hug, what your pregnant belly would allow, and nearly fell asleep on JJ’s shoulder.

“How do you mom with two kids and a job?” you asked.

JJ was like fucking Wonder Woman. “Believe me, when I was this pregnant, I was doing nothing but eating peanut butter and apples, sleeping and peeing every five seconds.”

“Okay good.” At least you had a little reassurance that not all pregnant women were Wonder Woman. After a short drive home, Luke lifted you bridal style and placed you on the couch. He had to go back and you knew it. Your victims had been taken and killed within a day and it had only been three days since the first victim was taken. Basically, this case was time critical and even though Emily knew you needed sleep, they needed all hands on deck, so Luke pressed the numbers on the keypad that locked up the house and headed out the door.

Maybe, since you were so overwhelmingly tired, you’d just fall asleep and wake up refreshed. Then you could go back to work and help the team. After all these years, not helping on a case felt weird and wrong.

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Luke couldn’t help but smile as he left the house, his wife nearly falling asleep the instant she was set down on the couch. It just a couple of weeks, the three of them would be a family. He was looking forward to being a dad more than he thought was possible. “How’s she doing?” Emily asked upon his return.

“Sleeping like a baby,” he laughed. “She was asleep in the car, woke up for about two minutes when I carried her inside, and the second she was lying down again, I’m pretty sure she was out. Have we found anything out?”

Unfortunately, everyone shook their heads. “The only thing we can figure out is that they were more and more pregnant each time.”

“So either the person that hurt him was very pregnant at the time, or...” Luke hesitated, “Maybe the baby is what he’s after and the mother is collateral damage.”

With renewed vigor, Luke, Emily, JJ, Spencer, Stephen, Rossi and Tara sat back down and tried to make some kind of connection. It was nearly four hours later when they finally came across something that connected the three victims.

“What about this?” Garcia asked, teetering into the room on her mile-high heels. Pulling out three victims, she handed them to Emily. Each victim had a tattoo on her inner wrist - a simple heart. “Could this have anything to do with anything?”

“What if our unsub was starved and beaten by a pregnant woman?” Spencer asked suddenly. “It could’ve been his mother. Maybe she had too many children to feed, so the older ones didn’t eat because the mother needed to for the baby. Garcia, can you apply what we already have on the profile to our suspect list? Look for someone with a mother than has this tattoo on her inner wrist.”

Quickly, Garcia ran back to her lair to input the new information they had. She’d had a suspect list, but it was extensive, and the profile they had was basic, but this was so specific, they might actually have something now. While Garcia ran her search, the pictures were passed around the room. Once they got to Luke, his breath caught in his throat. Without a word to anyone, he called Y/N. “She’s not answering,” he said. His lungs felt like they were about to burst.

“She’s probably still sleeping,” Stephen said calmly. But Luke was in a panic.

He shoved the pictures in Stephen’s direction. “Y/N has a tattoo like this on the same wrist these women do. And she’s 8.5 months pregnant. I need to know she’s okay.” Over and over again, he called, but he repeatedly got no answer. She was a light sleeper - numerous phone calls should’ve woken her. As it dawned on the rest of the team that Y/N had possibly been taken, Luke continued to call. But nothing. ‘We have to go check on her. I could be overreacting, but I need to see her and know she’s okay before we go on.”

The members of the team abused their power and put the sirens on, ensuring that everyone got out of the way as they made their way back to Luke and Y/N’s home. “Please, let me be overreacting,” he said to himself as he punched the code into his alarm. But when he opened the door, she wasn’t where he’d left her. “Y/N!” he called.

Everyone walked around the house and did the same, calling her name with no response. “My fearless leader!” Garcia said as Emily answered the phone. “I have a name for you. Margaret King, age 55, had 10 kids in the course of 30 years. By the time the sixth one came along, they had no money, her husband, Brian had walked out on them, and they barely had enough to eat, so Mark, the oldest of the ten, along with his two younger sisters, ended up malnourished. They claimed they had to forgo eating so that their mother could carry their siblings to term. Mark and his sisters were the first ones taken away by social services, but eventually all of Margaret’s kids were taken away amongst allegations of starvation and beatings.”

After so long with the Bureau, Garcia had become a bit of a profiler herself. “Mark’s home address is an apartment and I would assume he needs more space to do whatever icky things he’s doing, but his former workplace is being torn down in a matter of days. How’s Y/N?”

“She’s not here,” Luke called out in a panic. “Did you send us the address? He has her, oh my god.” Luke paced around the living room of their house waiting for the address to come through.

“The address is there!” She said. “Go bring her back safe, Luke.”

As they headed out the door, Luke couldn’t help but notice that Garcia had called him Luke instead of newbie. That’s how he knew something was wrong.

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Over the past few hours, you’d been smacked across the face, had water thrown at you, and had been generally threatened, but you knew Luke would be calling soon and if the team didn’t know you were missing yet, they would soon. You just had to hope that they’d get to you in time. At 8.5 months pregnant, panicking was not an option. You could go into labor at any moment. Try as you might however, the second the cool metal of a knife touched your skin, you begged. “Please...don’t hurt my baby.”

“Admit it,” the cool voice said. “You don’t care what happens to that baby. None of you ever actually care.” The knife pressed harder near your stomach and you stepped back as much as your binds would allow.

“I love my baby,” you said insistently. “This is my first baby and want them more than anything else in this world, please don’t hurt the baby.”

You breath hitched in your throat as the silence filled your ears. “I don’t want to hurt the baby. The baby deserves a good life. One I’ll give to them once you’re dead.”

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As they approached the address, Luke had a bad feeling. Everything was too quiet, too still. There were no screams - nothing. Entering the building brought a faint hint of copper to his nostrils and he panicked.

Thankfully, the building was linear. They all snaked their ways down the hallway and finally came to the room containing the smell of blood. As he opened the door, the worst possible sight caught etched itself into his mind. Y/N was on the floor, naked from the waist down and bleeding profusely. In the unsub’s arms was his baby. “Get her,” Emily said. “Do not make any sudden movements. We’ll get the baby.”

“Please,” he begged softly, dropping to his wife’s side. “Baby, I’m here. The medics are on their way.”

“Where is he?”

“The unsub is in the corner of room,” he said.

Her head shook violently. It was the most animated she’d seemed since he walked in the room. “No, where’s our son?”

They had a boy. The unsub was holding his baby boy. “Emily’s getting him. The unsub has...”

She popped up and nearly collapsed into Luke’s arms, screaming bloody murder. “Give me my baby! Oh my god, Luke, he has our baby!” All of a sudden shots rang out and JJ ducked into the room, a bundle in her arms.

“He’s okay,” she said, watching as the unsub was shot down. “He put the baby on the floor to charge at us, but he’s okay.” Coming closer, she placed your son in your arms. He was pink and crying and still covered in blood and amniotic fluids, but he seemed to be okay.

You started to sway, the blood loss too much to overcome. As the lights from the ambulance flooded your vision, you closed your eyes, feeling your son get lifted from you by your husband. Hoping beyond all hope, you started to fall the side in exhaustion. You couldn’t open your eyes. Was it too late?

At least your son was okay. At least your son was safe with his father.

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