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number-onekidqueen · 28 days
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𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞
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Based on Moth to a Flame by the Weeknd & Swedish House Mafia
Post-tlt!Luke x Apollo!fem!reader
Angst - 3.1k
warnings: making out, Steve is a warning 💀, reader is cheating with Luke, SPOILERS FOR THE LIGHTNING THIEF AND A TINY BIT OF SEA OF MONSTERS.
It wasn’t him. 
That was all you could think about as your boyfriend kissed you passionately in front of the whole camp. Sure, he was an excellent kisser, but it wasn’t as nice as it could’ve been. 
If it was him, he would’ve known to leave the breathtaking kisses for private. Known that you hated to make a scene. Would’ve put your comfort before his lusty need to kiss you-
You couldn’t think that. He was evil. And he had hurt your terribly. You refused to say his name even now, six months after his departure. He had left you and betrayed the whole camp and was conspiring with Titans, trying to start a war. 
Steve…. Wasn’t like that. 
You liked him. He was nice and treated you like you should be treated. He was a spectacle to be around. 
You still remembered all the drama from when he’d first asked you out. It was a story, all right, just like Steve liked.  
You hadn’t been in a great place then. You cried every night over him - you still did - you avoided the Hermes cabin like it was a plague, and you just felt numb and empty every day. 
And then he’d asked you out. Steve was from the Ares cabin, and after he had left, the red team had been having a lot of luck with winning Capture the Flag. 
It had been another one of Steve’s victories, and he’d been triumphantly waving the flag around before he passed it to his teammate, and drew the camp’s attention.  
“So, thanks to me, we get the best chores, best privileges. Thanks Chiron.” And Ares cabin roared as Chiron nodded awkwardly. “Still, I want one more thing. I have to have one more prize. Her. I’d like to ask y/n l/n to be my girlfriend.”
And your friends had talked about this for a while before, how they seemed to just know Steve had a crush on you - even though you couldn’t see it - and how they thought you guys would be perfect together. And how it would help you get over him. 
You said yes. 
And it was a fairytale from there. 
Every time he won Capture the Flag, (which was every week just about) he’d pick you up and spin you round, kissing you. It became a tradition, a victory kiss. And they were long, burning, breathless kisses, and he would continue even when you tired and stopped. He was passionate that way, all about making your pulse quicken. But not as much as did when he-
At dinners in the pavilion, you would share a peck before every meal while you queued. He was always next to you, and although it was kinda dull having him dismiss your friends so he could talk to you privately, at least you had the company right? And you always shared your extra food with him when he was hungry, and sometimes he would try to feed you sandwiches teasingly, which everyone cooed at. You wished they wouldn’t-
On weekend nights, you’d come back with him to Ares cabin secretly, and he’d make out with you in his bed, telling you he deserved his girlfriend after a long and hard week. And you would kiss and kiss and kiss and your lips would be swollen, your head would be spinning and people would roll their eyes and talk about how stupidly in love the pair of you were. 
Like a fairytale. 
Except, it had a bit of a twist. When he finally tired of your body and lips, and let out a few gentle snores, then you would escape. 
You started the habit the first time you couldn’t sleep after one of your make out sessions. 
It was idiotic, but you couldn’t fight the way you were still loyal to the traitor you had called your lover, how you felt sick to the stomach each time you felt Steve’s arms around you, tighter and more cage-like than his had ever been. You couldn’t fight the way your mind flitted between the two boys, comparing and contrasting between them to the detail, draining you of your sanity as the night stretched on. Hypnos didn’t bless you with rest, and you cursed the god that had ever created overthinking. 
You’d walked out, your arms huddled around you like his should be, and you stumbled in the cool darkness all the way to the beach. 
And in the obscurity of the night, you would let your heart break properly, as completely as it needed to. You would sin, become the villain of your own fairytale. 
You would whisper his name, over and over and over, as you would tell him everything that had happened to you. Every event that had transpired since he left. Eventually, you’d bring old Polaroids of the pair of you you’d hidden away, and an old flickering torch to view them with. A lot of the time you simply sobbed your heart out, whispering his name again and again into the sands, this beach the only place you could ever continue to love him. 
Usually, you were out for a while, bathing in your midnight misery, sometimes until Apollo deigned to let the Sun give light to the sky. 
It wouldn’t make you happier. 
Once everything was visible, occasionally you stared at the ocean, spotting the distant specks that were ships. You wondered if any of them were his, stupid Princess Andromeda, with all the horrifying monsters aboard you’d heard about. 
It was torture, thinking like that. That he was one call away, that you might scream across the waves and he would hear, and yet you were worlds apart. 
Once the sunshine heated your skin, you would drown your love in the daylight, and head back to Steve, your… lover. 
It was an awful, unhealthy routine. You knew that, and felt so many tremendous ways about it. 
But it was also beautiful in a painful way you’d grown to love. 
It was much the same tonight. 
Relief like a tsunami washing over you, as you began to feel the sleepy inhales and exhales of your boyfriend. The fifteen minutes it took you to softly slip out of his embrace unnoticed, and how they dribbled by slowly. A quick check for harpies, a speedy walk to the beach down the faint path your careful steps had created. 
Than the silence. 
Agonising, serene silence. 
The stars would hear his name again, as you spoke, the only witnesses to your traitorous actions. 
You’d only said his name once, listening as it faded into the sounds of the night, the chirping of insects and breeze in the trees. 
Crunching footsteps disturbed the peaceful aura. 
Instantly, you were on your guard, cursing yourself for lacking in a weapon. No matter how heavy the clunky torch was, it would be no match for fangs or talons. You held it up regardless, circling around on your feet as you searched for the source of the sound. 
“Is that a torch? Man, I’m outta here.”
You might’ve died. Your heart stopped. Your breath caught. Everything inside you froze. 
It was him. 
Him. 
Your torch lowered as he approached, the moon casting a holy glow on his face and distinct scar. 
He looked exactly as you remembered. 
Tall, lean, eyes deep, dark and entrancing, curls the rich colour of cocoa. 
Handsome as Adonis-
No. You raised your torch again, as you reminded yourself who this boy was, what he had done to you. No, you did not trust him, even if you missed him. 
“It’s me. I’m not here to hurt you,” he reassured, approaching you softly as if you were the dangerous one, “you don’t have to be on guard.”
Being you isn’t enough anymore, you wanted to scream. 
“What are you here for then? Are you planning some attack at camp?” You asked instead, horrified. 
“What are you out here for? Are you planning to join me?” He whispered back, smirking. 
“I- no, no. I could never do what you’ve done- what you do, no-“
“Yeah, yeah, I’m horrendous, I get it,” he interrupted, impatient, “but you’re still out here. And you were saying my name.”
The last sentence was almost… sensitive and hopeful. You didn’t like the way that vulnerability made you feel. 
“I did not. I have not said your name since the day you left, the day you betrayed us.” You denied, shaking your head and backing away from him. He followed you, even as you feet moved left and right. 
“Please, stop,” you begged, scared now as he continued to step where you stepped. 
“No, I came back for you,” his expression and voice changed, no longer smug and smirky. He was desperate, genuine. “There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you. I still love you, y/n, and the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you here.”
Your eyes welled at his words. This was all you’d ever wanted to hear. 
“You can’t just say that, you- you-“ your voice broke, and you finally stopped your retreat as your back hit a tree. “You left me for six months. You can’t just come back randomly, if you loved me you wouldn’t have left and-“
There was only a foot between the two of you. And it was rapidly closing, each steady footstep bringing you nose to nose. You couldn’t stop it, and you didn’t want to. 
“I-I- what are you doing, I can’t do this, whatever this is- I have a boyfriend and um, what-“
Your foreheads were almost touching. He was frowning, your guess was at the mention of Steve. Your eyes met, and you glanced away, knowing if you met his gaze once more you would give into anything he requested. 
“If you loved your boyfriend,” he breathed, each word becoming hotter and breathier as it neared your lips, ”you wouldn’t be out here crying and saying my name like a prayer.”
It was impossible to resist. Your eyes met again, and it felt as if you didn’t have a choice as he leaned down to kiss you. Your body was just following what it yearned to do. 
It was just as fantastic as you remembered. 
Blazing, spectacular, thrilling fireworks all through your body. On both of your lips burning and tingling with electric attraction, as they moved at a seamless speed. On your shoulders, as he massaged the bones, his hands brushing the length of them. In your blood as every particle of you seemed to hum in joy and satisfaction. It was an eager, sweet kiss, and it was precisely what you’d been missing. 
Why had you been trying to be a princess in a fairytale?
It was one of the only things you and he agreed on. You hated fairytales. 
You preferred thrillers. 
In sync you drew apart for breath, panting hard and grinning. After a short pause, you couldn’t hold it in anymore,. 
“Luke,” you said.
It was like saying a dirty cuss word that held powerful meaning. A secret no one wanted revealed. This was the loudest you’d ever said it in months, and you felt glad at the release of his name from your heart. 
It was the magic word for Luke. 
Immediately his lips were on yours, and there was no restraint this time. If that kiss had been hungry before, these were starved. 
Every ounce of anything either of you had felt was developed into that kiss. It was a myriad of different emotions, conflict and similar feelings rebelling and intertwining as your lips and tongues danced. I love you. I hate you. All I want is you. I’ve missed you. All I think about is you. I’ll never love someone how I love you-
“Come with me,” he begged, breaking apart as you shuddered for breath, and how could you refuse if he looked at you like that?
Luke beamed at you, seeing as you weren’t rejecting him and eagerly took your hand in his. The familiar warmth almost caused you to faint. 
And then he was leading you swiftly away from the beach, into the woods, and towards another part of the shoreline. 
You were almost giggly, as he pulled you along, over logs and past dense patches of lush shrubbery. It was like you were sixteen again, sneaking away from harpies and head counsellors so you could stargaze and kiss. 
You made it to his ship soon enough, the Princess Andromeda.
It was certainly fit for royalty. 
The style and size of the boat caused you to stop a moment, your jaw dropping. 
Luke continued to tug at your hand, pulling you along and towards the deck before you could reconsider. You figured you were too far gone to turn back now. But you didn’t want to either. 
“C’mon,” he urged, as you rapidly ascended the steps onto the ship. He led you inside, and down a few corridors, before he opened a door to what looked to be his room. 
It was grand, stylish. A double bed stood in the centre, a desk and ensuite to the left, and a wardrobe and bedside table to the right. You knew then that this was probably bigger and better than anything he’d ever had in his life. You wondered if he ever got lonely in the large space, or simply always felt like a king. 
Your thoughts were removed almost violently out of your head as Luke kissed you abruptly, pushing against you and using your back to close the door behind you. 
“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips, his arms twisting around you and hoisting you up, as if you were a bride. 
You laughed then, giddy, and said it back to him. 
He placed you on the bed softly, grinning and giving you time to shift about and be comfortable before he climbed over you, hovering above. 
The romantic assault ensued soon after. He tasted and smelled the same, and even though you were in new surroundings, it was like coming home. 
 “Your boyfriend,” he panted, laying heated kisses like freckles down your neck, “does he kiss you like this?”
“No.” The answer was breathy but definite. 
You could feel his smirk on your collarbone. “He doesn’t know, does he? About what you do out there. Try and talk to me, look at photos of us, cry. I’m your secret.”
And he was exhilarated to be your secret it seemed, because the kiss he gave you then was heart-stopping and sped up, like all the love scenes in thrillers. 
 And then the kissing stopped, because you both stupidly needed to breathe, and he lowered his head to your neck, his nose brushing the hollow of it as he regained oxygen. 
You sat up yourself, and while he continued panting, reached for the hem of his shirt. He froze, his eyes meeting yours in shock. He nodded insistently. 
It wasn’t the worn edge of his camp t-shirt you were used to, but the smooth fold of a new, better-fitting, more expensive one. 
You pulled it off, slowly, your fingers scraping against his sides in ways that made him shiver. It finally travelled over his head, and you tossed it somewhere on the floor, before cupping his face in your hands. 
“I’ll never get over you. I never have. Steve is just Steve and you’re you.” You whispered, lovestruck. 
You were sure he would’ve answered back something just as personal and romantic, but your fingers had found their way to his scar, the ridged line he’d loathed and you’d come to adore. All the words seemed to have evaporated from his mouth. You traced the length of the scar softly, before kissing every centimetre of it. His eyes had fluttered closed, and he was still. It was one of the only times his face looked so delicate. 
He sank down into the mountain of pillows,  yanking your shirt off and tossing it, and you hovered over him, tracing and smoothing your hands over the tense planes and valleys of his chest and shoulders. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, and you knew how much your care and adoration of him and his body meant to him. 
He was even more muscly than before, somehow, and you marvelled at the strength and might of your beloved boy, as you began leaving a burning line of kisses from the hollow of his neck to his navel. 
He shuddered, making little noises at each touch of your lips to his chest. 
Once your lips had finished that journey, up and back, you settled into his side, tucking your head under his chin and on his chest. 
His heart was racing, and as was yours, and the close, intimate feeling of it all was enough to make you beam. He turned his head to face you. His eyes were earnest, shining with clarity and joy. 
“You’re the only good thing in this world. I love you.”
And the world seemed to stop once your lips met again, because everything was perfect. 
Your heart, mind and body, all in the right place, cradled in his arms. 
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Thrills only last so long before they wear off. 
The sunshine that streamed in through the porthole was like a warning from your father, a reminder that your actions were against everything you loved. Everything you believed in.
A reminder that while you loved Luke, you loved Camp Half-Blood more. 
You left your heart there, tucked between his sheets, nestled in his warm embrace. The loss of it tore your chest, as you tiptoed through the corridors, gasping at the monsters you could now see and swearing at yourself as tears flooded your vision. 
Maybe you should’ve woken him, you thought, given him one final kiss. 
You never would’ve been able to leave. 
You settled for leaving a note. 
You will always have my heart. 
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He was awake. 
Of course he was. You’d always been restless, while you overthought and he’d woken as you tossed and turned softly. 
And he knew. 
Knew then that you were going to leave him. 
It was all over. 
He’d wanted to hold tight then, keep you as his, and never be parted from you. 
But he couldn’t. 
He knew he couldn’t even though he wanted to, even though he had promised himself he would never lose you again as you fell asleep entangled with him. 
It was the hardest thing in his life, feigning sleep as you silently slipped away, as you brushed his cheek in goodbye. 
You will always have my heart. 
They would always love each other. 
Always be torn apart. 
He realised bitterly you’d each be moths, drawn to the heat of each other, but always scalded and sent back by the flames. 
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stargirl-exe · 1 month
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❝ Traitor ❞
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Pairing; Luke Castellan X Fem!Reader (Daughter of Aphrodite) Warning; Angst, betrayal, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, injuries and curse words A/N; I see too many fanfics where when Luke betrays (y/n) she cries (which is completely understandable) But I need more rage and tears, so :) Tags; @riordanness
He was perfect.
He was sweet, kind, protective and loyal.
Luke was the perfect lover. (Y/N) had never felt happier, though something about him made her younger sister, Clara, uncomfortable.
Clara and (Y/N) were inseparable, always together. The big sister and the little sister. The young and the old.
Ever since Clara showed up at Camp, (Y/N) was there for her.
Sniffling and sobbing was heard behind the Aphrodite cabin—(Y/N) just so happened to hear it. The daughter of love slinked and looked around the corner to see a crying girl. Only about 12.
“Hey...” (Y/N) whispered with a sweet voice. She leaned against the wall and slid down to sit next to the young girl. “What's wrong, honey?”
“Don't call me that..” The girl said with a cracked voice. “Only my dad calls me that! And I can never see him again because I'm in this horrible place!”
“Hey hey,” The daughter of love paused. “It's not that bad.. There's plenty of things to do—and there's monsters trying to kill you... Okay, it's bad...”
(Y/N) stayed silent after her words didn't seem to help the poor girl. So she asked a question; “Do you know your godly parent yet?”
The tearful girl nodded as she sniffled. “Yea... It's.. It's Aphrodite..”
“Then that makes us sisters.” (Y/N) added to her sentence. “Aphrodite's my mother as well.” The young girl looked up, her eyes misty from the tears.
“Really?”
(Y/N) nodded. A soft smile creeping into her complexion—she had Aphrodite's eyes and lips. Her hair texture was from her father though.
“You're very pretty..” The girl sniffed, (Y/N) giggled and smiled at the compliment.
“Thank you! So are you!” The smile plastered on her face only widened.
The sniffling coming from the girl had dimished. She wiped her tears out of the way before looking back at her so-called sister.
“I'm Clara. Clara Baileys.”
“Lovely name, Clara. I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).”
As the years flew by them, the two sisters had bonded—Clara saw (Y/N) as a true sister. One that protected her and cared for her without a need for reciprocating.
That's why when Luke came into the picture—Clara didn't trust him. She had no proof of this gut feeling, but he just felt off...
But he made (Y/N) happy, right? That's all that mattered... Right?
(Y/N) was happy, she was smiling so much. Clara couldn't take that away from her. Seeing her sister swoon and ramble over how sweet he was with her was endearing to see.
The way he'd kiss her forehead before training, the way he'd treat the Aphrodite kids with extra respect since they were related to (Y/N), even forced the Stoll brothers not to prank the Aphrodite cabin.
He's a good guy, right? Clara thought to herself. Soon her thoughts were interrupted by cheers, Luke had won another spar. So people were praising him.
(Y/N) was right next to him with the biggest smile on her pretty face. Holding onto his shoulder with a loving look in her eyes. It made Clara scoff.
Sometimes she's an idiot... He's weird.. The thoughts that lingered in her mind were broken by the sound of a familiar voice.
“Clara, right?”
The child of Aphrodite snapped her head in the direction of the voice. It was Luke Castellan. With his toned physique and dark curls.
“..Yea?” Clara answered, cocking an eyebrow. She noticed it was retty late, the sun was just setting—she was probably missing dinner, but she wasn't very hungry anyway.
“Care to walk with me?” He asked, his voice as smooth as butter. That same gut feeling Clara always got when she was around him returned.
“Umm..” Clara stuttered before glancing around. “Shouldn't you be in the Dining Pavilion?” She asked. “Or with (Y/N)..?”
“Not hungry. And (Y/N)'s busy with her meal.” Like answered, offering a hand to her. “C'mon. Just follow me.”
Clara reluctantly agreed, standing up and following him close behind.
The sunset was beautiful. The gradation from navy to pinks was gorgeous and stunning in a way no god or goddess could compare.
The stars started to appear, small twinkling lights in the dark night. The moon rose up and shone it's ethereal glimmer
The path they took was... spooky. The trees were large and wide, the branches loomed over the pair like hands ready to grab them at any given time.
Luke was silent, and it made Clara uneasy. What was going to happen? Does anyone know about this? Does (Y/N) know about this?
“Clara,” Luke started, not facing her as they stopped at a secluded area of the trees. “You trust me. Right?”
A million thoughts came rushing through her brain. She wanted to say 'no'. But that could be bad... She could charmspeak him into taking her back? No... (Y/N) would get mad.
“...” Clara stayed silent.
“You do trust me, right Clara?” Luke repeated, now fully stopping in the middle of the area, but still not facing her.
Clara gulped. “Where's this conversation going?” She stuttered out, slightly backing away from his reach.
“Just answer me. C'mon, (Y/N) would answer me.” Luke said, adding on (Y/N)'s name—he's said her name before; but he said it like a slur this time.
What does he want?
“..Not really..” Clara said, gripping onto her camp necklace; with 3 beads, one purple, one red and a yellow one as well.
Luke let out a low noise, Clara couldn't tell if it was a hiss or a laugh. “But your okay with me dating your sister, right?” He asked.
“I guess... It makes her happy..”
“Mhm.” Luke hummed.
“Luke.” Clara asked. “Why'd you bring me here?”
“I have to send a message, of course.” Luke replied, finally turning slightly to face her. “And your the easy target. Weak yet well known. You'll get attention.”
Clara's gut feeling was right—he was dangerous. And if the moon light struck on his features right at that moment, Clara would notice a sharp blade in his hand, Backbiter.
Clara started to back up, still holding onto her necklace, silently begging for help as he walked forward towards her.
“Sorry, Clara. But I need to do this.”
He raised up his blade; ready to strike down the daughter of love, before she heard rustling from the bushes and footsteps running.
SLASH!
The clunk of metal was loud, the sound of a blade falling signified Luke was disarmed. Clara opened her eyes—spotting the familiar strong figure of (Y/N) in front of her.
Backbiter was on the ground, (Y/N) held a protective stance in front of her sister, holding her own blade; which she referred to as “Celosia” (English derivation of ‘Burning’ or ‘Burned’ in Greek, which is kelos)
“Touch her again and I'll cut off your hand!” (Y/N) hissed, holding her balde tightly as she threatened Luke with it. Luke held up his hands in defence.
(Y/N) glanced back at Clara. “Oh praise Mother Rhea, are you alright?!” She said with wide eyes and a panicked expression. The pure concern for Clara was obvious.
(Y/N) held her sister's cheeks with her palms as she checked for any traces of harm on her. “I'm okay..” Clara managed to spit out.
You wouldn't believe the sigh of relief that escaped her lips when she heard her sister's words. “Good.. good.. Now run off and tell the others, tell Chiron. Tell them all..” She whispered as she sent Clara off.
Clara frantically nodded and ran as fast as he legs could take her, dashing past trees and hurdling over rocks.
(Y/N) the slowly turned her head towards back to Luke. A icy cold expression dawned on her face, her eyes showing no sign of love or compassion towards him like she did a few hours ago.
“What. The. FUCK. WAS THAT, LUKE?!”
(Y/N) screamed at him. She was seeing pure red, she looked like she wanted to gut and strangle Luke for laying a finger on her sister, Clara.
The brunet backed up—he had no weapon since Backbiter was laid limp behind her ankle. “Babe! Hi, umm...”
“Don't fucking call me 'babe', you lying, traitorous embarrassment!” (Y/N) hissed at him, her pupils dilating to near atom size.
“(Y/N), you need to hear me out—” Luke tried to excuse his behaviour with words—but could you really explain to your lover why you tried to murder their younger sibling?
According to (Y/N). The answer is; “I'm not going to fucking hear you out! You lied to me! You said you loved me! What kind of a boyfriend would kill their girlfriend's sister?!”
Luke really had no excuse. But he could come clean. “I had to, (Y/N). I had to send a message.”
“To who?!” (Y/N) yelled at him, hrr words growing bitter. Her eyes were misty, she wanted to sob, cry and beg him to tell her it wasn't true.
But she knew he would be lying then.
“You didn't really think I was loyal to the gods, did you? They abandoned us, (Y/N). When was the last time you talked with your mother?” Luke asked rhetorically.
“I don't fuckin' care about my mother right now, I care about why you tried to fucking hurt my sister!” (Y/N) snapped, her brows furrowed at his words.
“The Gods left us to die. Kronos wan—” Luke tried to start before getting cut off by his soon-to-be ex girlfriend.
“Kronos? Kronos?!” She screamed at him. “You've betrayed the camp, your family, the gods! You betrayed me, Luke!”
Luke averted his gaze away as she screamed and yelled at him. Threatening to kill him if he came back to camp. “Get out of here, Luke. before I run Celosia right into your heart.”
Luke's eyes widened at her threat, he would've killed her if she was someone else. “No, I can't leave you.”
“Then you'll die by my blade.”
As (Y/N) said this, she charged forward and attempted to slash at his ribcage. If Luke hadn't moved in time, he would've been in lots of pain.
Luke dodged the blade, falling forward and grabbing his own sword, Backbiter, off the ground. He raised it up and striked down at (Y/N)'s cheek as she was vulnerable from behind.
A gasp was heard, then a scream.
Pearls of blood dripped from her jaw, a gash on her jawline was now present. (Y/N)'s hand insictively went to her cheek, her hand now dyed crimson as the liquid leaked.
A scene flashed before Luke's eyes. Reminding him of this position he once was in—when he got his scar.
Luke couldn't show weakness. No no no, someone would take advantage of that. He simply looked down coldly at her. “The Golden Age is upon us, (Y/N). If only you could be apart of it...”
And with that—Luke Castellan disappeared into the night.
(Y/N) layed there, tears streaming down her cheeks as the blood leaked down her neck and slipped into her mouth. Sobbing over her lover's betrayal.
She heard footsteps. And the two familiar voices calling her name.
“(Y/N)?” That was Clara. Her younger sister.
“(Y/N)!” That was Silena. Her older sister by a few months.
(Y/N) called back with a cracked voice. “Here..!” She replied to their yells. The two ran over to their sister, Silena slid to her knees, holding (Y/N)'s bloody cheek with a worried expression.
“Clara told us everything..” Silena answered (Y/N) confused expression, how she wondered why them came. “Where's Luke?” She asked.
Another soft sob escaped from (Y/N). “He's... Luke has betrayed camp.. We're no longer safe here! He knows how camp works! He'll tell them all!”
Silena's eyes widened at her words. Clara nodded her head, before speaking; “Chiron's coming over.. He'll heal up that gash as best he can... Are..Are you okay?”
(Y/N) sniffed, before Silena wiped her tears out of her face, moving her hair away from her complexion. “Oh poor honey..” Silena hummed.
(Y/N) looked back at the ravenette, before bursting into tears. Sobbing into Silena's CHB shirt, making her orange shoulder red with her old blood.
“I hate him... I hate him, I swear!” (Y/N) spoke, but her words came out muffled and crokey from crying. “I want to go home..”
Silena nodded, helping (Y/N) up as Clara held her sister's hand tightly. “Thank you..” She whispered to (Y/N).
(Y/N) nodded at Clara before the Aphrodite trio walked back to camp, (Y/N) looking like a hot mess. A gash on her jaw (that'll will only heal into a scar), messy hair, and ruined mascara running down her face.
“I hate him..”
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kalak · 9 months
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What the fandom did with piett is so fun because yes, this is star wars, every character has a wookieepedia page and a detailed backstory, but the way piett was transformed into a tired middle manager who's loyal to darth vader but just a bit exasperated with him, an imperial who believes in the empire yet still has a heart, is peak fandom. Like he's the perfect spice to a vader and luke story, an outsider who doesn't understand the complicated dance going on between vader and luke, but an insider who knows enough to know that they're being idiots. And he can't help but growing fond of luke, though he needs a hard drink after all his antics.
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shannara810 · 28 days
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"I'm not lookin' for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairy-tale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss."
Percy liked to sing in the shower.
This quirk of his was not born overnight. During his teenage years it would have been impossible between avoiding a monster here and that idiot of Smelly Gabe there. Did it show up during his stay at New Rome? Nope.
If you asked him, Percy really could not tell you when it had started. Just that one morning he had found himself humming a tune with a stupid smile on his face and since then he had never stopped.
He didn't have a specific musical genre: everyday was different. And the best thing about his new musical hobby?
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"I want something just like this
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Oh, I want something just like this"
Luke liked to sing with him.
Percy came out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. Luke was in front of the mirror, busy passing the razor over his cheeks. They had three bathrooms in the house, but privacy was almost unknown to them.
The blonde was smiling as his lips sang the next verse.
"Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Oh, I want something just like this"
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Luke put the razor down and drew Percy to himself by the hips. The blonde didn’t have to shave. He still looked twenty-ish or so and would look like this forever if he so wished, but shaving was one of those activities he said could help him feel human.
Percy: "You're so stupid 😁"
Luke: "Said the stupid who married me".
Things could get pretty hot between them in a second, whether it was for a sword fight or a fight in bed 😁. But sadly this was not the case because right at that moment the bathroom door swung open.
Percy: ...
Luke: ...
Nemo: ... "BROTHER!!! THEY ARE HAVING SEX IN THE BATHROOM AGAIN!!!"
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Luke: "The plan was that sweetheart, but..."
Percy: "SHUT. UP. LUKE 😖"
Lee peeped out the door, grabbing his brother by the scruff and winking at them. "Sorry to interrupt you, we are going out with Grandma Sally ☺️. So don't worry and go ahead 😁"
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Percy hid his face against his husband’s chest, punching it. "I. Hate. My. Life!"
Luke: "Nah, that's a lie". He looked at their sons again. "You need anything, boys?"
Lee: "A sister would be nice this time 😁."
Percy: "UGH?! 😳"
How could his son be so calm? How could Lee live through the craziness their lives were without batting an eye?
How could Percy survive Michael's next attempt on his life for quote "spoiling his kid's innocence"?! end quote. (He had never intended to start anything with Luke at first. Not after Annabeth. Not after New Rome. It was Luke the one to seduce him, thank you very much 😠).
Luke: "It's the Milligan genes. Nothing shakes us".
So what if Percy's life was a new brand of craziness? He had a husband he loved, two amazing sons, loyal friends and a kickass family ready to fight for them. Everything he had ever wanted.
@darkcrowprincess
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aella-targaryen · 1 year
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Vaemond deserved to die. And he doesn't deserve my pity.
On the internet I have seen many people justify Vaemond's actions. I understand that the actor does it, but that many spectators do it... well...
Reasons why Vaemond was wrong:
1.- Driftmark is NOT and has never been the property of Vaemond. It belongs to Corlys and when he is unwilling to govern, the person in charge is Rhaenys. Yes, Rhaenys, the woman that everyone always seems to forget. She is the one in charge of speaking for her husband and defending his interests and when King Viserys (like any rational person) decides that the final decision of her husband's inheritance corresponds to Rhaenys, she only limits herself to following the will of her husband , a will that Vaemond already knew but decided to ignore, disrespecting Rhaenys, because he is an idiot.
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2.- Vaemond behaves like if everyone was stupid except him
Does he think he's the only one who knows the truth about Rhaenyra's sons?
Did he never find out that Laenor was gay but not stupid?
Didn't he think that if Laenor publicly presented the boys as his own and he was loyal to Rhaenyra, then clearly he and his wife had come to some kind of understanding?
Ok, so suppose Vaemond thought Rhaenyra killed Laenor, so what? The owners of that pain and its consequences are Laenor's parents and not him. Rhaenys and Corlys at the end of it all seem to trust Rhaenyra. And do you know why? Because they have known her since she was a child.
If they decided to trust Rhaenyra or just don't want to affect their adoptive grandsons , then the matter is settled. And Vaemond has to keep his mouth shut and say no more about it if no one has asked for his opinion.
In addition, he is an unpleasant man who only confronts and offends old men, women and children. In my opinion those are not the characteristics of a respectable man.
Again, inheritances are the wills that people want to be carried out when they die. A last will is only legally acceptable when the person who says it is in full use of their mental faculties and also have witnesses.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ALICENT?
That Vaemond ignores Corlys decisions only shows how little he respects his brother and that he doesn't think about his family. Vaemond thinks only of Vaemond. Which brings me to my next point.
3.- If Vaemond wanted to fight for justice, he must fight for Baela's rights.
Did anyone remember that Corlys had another child, a daughter named Laena? Did anyone remember that Laena had two legitimate daughters? Nope ? I'm not surprised..
Daughters are very easy to forget.
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The law of property inheritance in Westeros is clear.
If a man dies and he has no sons but daughters, then his property and titles should be passed on to his eldest daughter.
And in the event that said daughter has died, then said procedure must be applied to her children.
If Vaemond had fought for Baela's inheritance (as Rhaenys suggested in ep. 7) then I would have considered his cause to be more or less fair (and I say "more or less", because again Rhaenyra's children were recognized as legitimate by the King, Laenor and Laenor's parents)
Because, if Rhaenyra's sons hadn't been recognized by all the people who mattered as legitimate children, then Driftmark and all its titles must have been inherited by Baela.
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It is true that later Daemon would have married Baela to Luke and Rhaena to Jace, but that is Daemon's right as their father.
4.- Vaemond is a damn disrespectful man.
He does not respect Rhaenys authority and even tries to intimidate her ON HER OWN PROPERTY.
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Vaemond didn't have to shout like a pedant that Rhaenyra's boys were bastards. The term "illegitimate son" exists for a reason Vaemond.
And above all things: He didn't have to call Rhaenyra a "Whore". Calling a woman to her face "Whore" in public because of her sexual behaviors is really petty and pathetic even in medieval times.
Daemom did not call Rhea a "bitch" because of her sexual activities, he called her a "bitch" because they both shared a mutual hatred and used to treat each other cruelly, despite that Daemon acted bad because he insulted Rhea behind her back and despite everything she was his wife even if only legally and I have not forgotten that Daemon insulted Mysaria because of her work, but I have always said that Daemon is not a good and exemplary man. Do you want an example of a good man? Well, you just have to analyze Ned Stark.
Ned Stark never called Cersei "Whore" at any time despite that she was his enemy.
Also Ned is nothing like Vaemond. Ned fought agains Cersei because she lied to the entire royal family and thus committed treason. The royal family always knew the truth of Rhaenyra's sons and her actions were silently forgiven by the royal family (For the King, her husband and her uncle the only people who really matter in this situation)
Also, call a woman "a whore" in front of her father, her children and her husband? Vaemond is just a hypocrite who pretends to have honor and dignity when none of his actions show it.
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For all the above reasons, I consider that Vaemond does not deserve my respect or my pity, after all...
"If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing"
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bimyself06 · 10 months
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JaceLuke Reincarnation prompt with a side of legitimate Velaryon boys:
Jace=Maegor
Luke=Aenys
Aemond=Alyssa
Aegon=Ceryse
So after his death, Maegor is reborn to his great-niece and nephew and named Jacaerys. A year or two later, his new parents have another son whom they name Lucerys, as they grow up M!Jace sees similarities between Luke and his brother Aenys.
One time when M!Jace was five, he noticed his uncle Aemond(who reminded him of Alyssa with how he tried to take his precious brother from him) was now skulking around Luke a little too much for his liking. So, like any Targaryen M!Jace decided to do something about it. His plan involved Ser Crispin( this guy was raised in his first life by the woman who torched all of Dorne in revenge for her sister. He has no fondness for the Dornish knight who makes such awful comments about his new mother) pairing him against Aemond during training when the King was going to be watching. Everything was going great until M!Jace disarmed Aemond and sent him sprawling for the third time in a row, angering him. So M!Jace being the manipulative little shit we all know and love tried to "help" him get up, Aemond angered smacked his hand in plain view of the King while Ser Crispin berated M!Jace for "cheating" and he remarked," how typical of you bastards to use trickery to win", with Crispin verbally agreeing both forgetting that the King was there and within earshot.
Enraged Viserys ordered the guards to strip Crispin of his cloak and had him sent to the Black Cells. He also sent Aemond to his chambers and barred everyone but him from entering without his permission, the Queen included.
During this whole ordeal, Aegon took his nephew's side much to everyone's shock. Aegon, despite what many thought was not an idiot he could see the benefits of staying on his sister and nephew's good side. M!Jace humored him but made sure not to let him too close.
M!Jace would go on to ensure his brother was either betrothed to someone loyal to him so that they would not mind him stealing their husband from their bed almost every night or pull the same thing his original parents did and have a polymaroruos marriage with one of his cousin's. And this time, his new parents did not bow down to the Faith's wishes and married him to his brother and his cousin Baela, much to his delight(Baela did remind him of his mother and his Targaryen wife a bit in different ways).
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Thoughts from re-bingewatching (mostly series 18 onwards recently) The Bill
Smithy is a bloody idiot if he thinks he's in love and puts himself in serious danger. He's literally seconds away from being killed for both Louise and Kerry and if his colleagues hadn't burst in each time he'd not be there no more. He is loyal to an absolute fault as long as he likes you! 💗 His bravery is second to none - as well as being bloody stupid! Literal Super!Sarge.
I don't hate Kerry as much as I did watching as an adult rather than when I was late teens/early 20's. As discussed with @everythingisdragons, a lot of what she does is understandable when you look from her position. Her station-best friend is murdered just before she's due to get married. Gina has to spend her and Luke's wedding day stopping Craig from telling her that he spent the night with Luke. She's strung along whilst Luke and Craig do lots of angst and staring across the room at each other and then is gaslit by Gina, Craig and Luke when she asks him if he's gay. She finds out she's pregnant and they split. She has a miscarriage just as they 'get back together'. She's dumped by the love of her life because he's gay, she finds out he spent the night before they got married with a man who she thinks is her friend and then he walks out on her again when she literally begs him to stay and says it doesn't matter that he's gay they can deal with it. After a few one night stands with Smithy she then falls for Cameron who starts being calm and kind and understanding and then slut shames her (along with Smithy for that!) and dumps her. She has a drunken one night stand with Smithy and hides it from Cameron when he wants to get back together. She then ends up being manipulated by a psychopath, told everything she thinks she knows about a man she's known and trusted for a while is wrong and that he raped her. Said psycho uses her further vulnerability to keep the pressure up and everyone at work is pressuring her to either make the complaint official or stfu with others telling her how wrong she is because Smithy wouldn't do that. Cameron is a tit who can't keep his mouth shut when they get back together (Who the fuck brings up a rape allegation in the middle of an ARMED ROBBERY? and then demands his girlfriend tell him if it's the truth or not as she's trying to keep a man with a FUCKING BOMB strapped to him calm and secure whilst the disposal team arrive?) and makes the situation worse by lying on official documents and to the investigators and tries to cover it up and make her lie. Gabriel keeps put the pressure by telling her he's got the CCTV and will protect her because he's her 'guardian angel' and the only one looking out for her. Gabriel then goes on and rape her (unknowingly impregnating her which adds to further hormones) knowing people wouldn't believe her after she accused Smithy and then withdrew it when she finally talked to him. Cameron cheats on her with Honey (her good friend!) and they have an illfated 'thing' when he and Kerry split up. She's in complete freefall and desperate for someone to love her and look after her. She's almost killed by the Radfords yet returns to David the same night that he was going to shoot her (and Smithy!) and almost gives up her job for him until she sees he ALSO cheats on her. Gabriel's still hanging around, Gina's got it in for her cos of the rape allegation against Smithy even though they sorted it out between themselves and she realised her didn't rape her. Cameron leaves her and returns to Australia despite her literally running after him and begging him to stay like she did Luke, David and Irene are promising her a new life, Gina's threatening to get her out of the station. She comes to her senses and uses David's trust in her to set him up - and then is about to be arrested for conspiracy to commit armed robbery (Irene taped it all). On top of all THAT, her dad goes on to have a heart attack. Despite it all there's only one person she can trust who is still there when the chips are down... Smithy! He tells her he loves her but there's too much going on to process it until she knows her dad will be ok. When he is - she returns to the station to tell Smithy she loves him too... only to get shot and essentially die in his arms. Phew.
I actually hated Andrea more this time around. I never liked her and hated her character first time but I think this time the deceit and lies really really fucked me off on top of the whole 'I'm such an innocent little flower who is really fucking stupid despite noone realising how obvious she's being.' She shit on every single one of them and betrayed them yet wouldn't have it at the end that she was the one in the wrong.
I found Phil Hunter and Rod Skase more odious than I did first time round too. Teenage me had a crush on Rod yet watching again I really don't know why (other than hormones!). He was still watchable though and enjoyable for the dick that he is at least. Phil was always slimy and smug but this time watching again - ugh. He should have had his downfall - not be allowed to walk off into the sunset 'redeemed'. The stuff he did to Nick... ugh.And the underage daughter of his lover too! I also enjoyed Danny Pearce less too, much for the same reasons as Rod I think.
Geoff Daly was more of a dick than I remembered. I didn't mind him first time around but this time he did nothing but moan, cause problems for others, use his rank be a dick.
I love the 90's way of the - mostly CID - boys calling each other by their full names when being snarky with each other. "Geoffrey." "Donald!"
The 80's/90's girls were a thousand times better than the 00's girls. On the whole they got stuck in and did the job and told the men where to stick it which was even more impressive given the time and not all this batting their eyes at them. Viv, Suzi (Croft), June, Kerry (Holmes), Cass, Liz, Vicky, Jamila, Norika, Sally (Johnson), Christine etc. The only exception being Gina, obv. (There's some 00's girls I don't mind, Mel, Millie, Kirsty, Stevie, Amber (for the wrong reasons), but most of them were problematic for various reasons or just plain poorly written.
I miss Derek! :( Even now! Him and Gina bitching together with Jack - probably about Heaton would have been hilarious.
Mickey's rape still remains IMO one of the strongest storylines on the show in its history and uses a backing of its strongest cast at the time to play it out so well and sympathetically. Even Delaney's actor is one you can believe in and want to kill through the screen. It's one of few that continued down into other storylines too and was remembered when necessary.
The Target trilogy is another that is an incredible story telling trip from start to end and so well done.
Will Fletcher is a horrible character who showed no loyalty to anyone. He knew Emma had a boyfriend/fiancé/husband and didn't back off. Even when he knew or at least suspected Matt was an abuser he still kept digging and digging away and antagonising him purposely despite that putting Emma in further danger of harm. He played with Honey's feelings, messed her around and even when she literally TOLD him she didn't want anything serious but was inviting him on a holiday of essentially sun, sea, sand and sex he still turned her down (after saying he was going until the night before) and as we know she went off to meet Eva and ended up being killed rather than getting on that plane. It was a good week before anyone realised she was missing. He treated Dan like crap too despite him supposedly being his best friend. When both men liked Emma when she first arrived, Dan stepped aside and let Will try his look. However when the petrol station woman decided she liked Dan rather than Will, Will swapped the petrol pump from a Diesel to unleaded (despite Dan having put the right one to the car) so that Dan would get bollocked and be the cause of the car having to be towed back to the police garage, emptied, flushed and then refueled and he'd get points on his licence - points that ended up stopping him going on the advanced driving course he'd applied for (that Will knew nothing about till Dan applied for it!) so that Will got his place - and then when Dan asked if he was going to turn it down given the situation when Will admitted what he'd done, Will essentially laughed at him and called him stupid in a roundabout way. He also indirectly is the reason that Dan hurt his shoulder and began the steroid journey because instead of following him to arrest the man who stole it as he should have done, he stayed with the motorbike he'd been about to buy before it was stolen, which meant that Dan had to arrest him solo and got hurt. He also took the credit for finding the missing baby in Deadly Secrets when it was Dan. He's also incredibly petulant, sulky and thinks he's the best copper at the station. I couldn't help by being amused when Callum called him out on it within 12 hours of knowing him. Speaking of Callum, Will was also stuck straight up his arse and sucking up when he knew that he was low level bullying Dan, telling him to stick where he was and that he'd never be anything more than a PC when he was asking to progress onto a course.
There's several points where multi-episode mini-stories really struggled, assuming it was because of each part having a different writer and them not seeming to collaborate or at least read other peoples episodes before writing their own. For example Conviction 6 makes out like Smithy and Stevie continued things after the last episode of Gun Runner when they really really didn't. It's quite a confusing episode in some respects because of that.
Towards the end there's a lot of 'because of the reboot' decisions in stories rather than it feeling true to the character. Without going into too much detail because the recap will be up soon, the last episode of the Conviction six parter is a great example of this and also the point above.
Why did Des fire bomb the station to retrieve the counterfeit fifty? I know why but like... what part of that action makes sense? Surely you play dumb until it's mentioned - if it is mentioned - and then say you must have been scammed somehow and put in another amount?
Dan Casper is a special precious cinnamon roll and I will fight to the death anyone who says otherwise! He's sweet, kind, generous, does not like injustice or people picking on others (ie: telling Emma she doesn't have to be mean to Beth and act all hard because of what happened to her, they still love her either way). He's super sensitive too. If he loves you he pretty much forgives you anything and everything. He's adoooooooorable! (Same for Leon pretty much!)
TPTB missed a trick not having Dan, Will, Leon, Nate and Ben all onscreen at the same time and living together in a big house share.
Speaking of Ben, I enjoyed him a lot more this time too. The first time round he was too involved in the possé stuff of Callum, Sally and Will and I used to not pay as much attention as I could during those parts but he also proved himself to be very sweet and a proper gentleman who went above and beyond with the tropey-hidden!anger stuff for a little bit.
There's a good few characters who have decent arcs through the series looking back. Gina's move from all seeing, all knowing fearless ball breaker to human and terrified of losing more officers after her thousandth one died (I jest but it started to feel that way sometimes!) was very human and believable. Neil's transformation was understandable given everything he experienced over the years, even if it was the hideous Andrea stuff in the middle. Smithy from cocky PC, Sgt who wasn't to dissimilar but had obvious hints of Uncle!Bob's moulding and influence through to mature and responsible grown up Sgt and then Inspector was wonderful.
Gina and Smithy's friendship was a thing of beauty. Other than Louise, Gina was the only other person he cried in front of - the other times he'd run off to be by himself. I still laugh at Jonathan's reaction to Smithy having a key to Gina's.
Jack and Mickey's wasn't too far behind either, though Jack had an awful tendency to be lead by another brain that wasn't in his head - ala Rachel Heath time and abandon Mickey when he needed him the most.
If there needed to be another Sgt in uniform, why couldn't Kirsty have been promoted (as a newcomer not with much background they wouldn't have to know how long she'd been a PC etc) or one of the others if not keeping Diane? Why move Jo across? She could have become a DS alongside Max and fill the gap there.
Gina's ex, Harry, does not come across like any sort of man that Gina would ever allow near her! Infact he seems the absolute opposite that she'd go for! (Episode 181)
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Speaking of Gina's exes, we all know I'm bias for Gina and Jonathan, but the little reveals here and there of Adam and Gina's relationship were lovely, especially her obvious heartbreak when she spots his kids for the first time (The open day where Eva's daughter Joanna goes missing). The only reason they broke up is because she couldn't give him the kids she knew he wanted so she ended it and he didn't know why until they reunited at Sun Hill. It was beautifully done and you could get them being together.
Ugh, i wish she'd told Jonathan at the wedding (Jim/June) that she was ready to commit like she was going to! Or at the station the day after when she found him about to leave!
Although I love the end of the show as in the episodes themselves (Respect 1 and 2) I really dislike the way a lot of the storylines were rounded off. Callum post his dad's funeral and his assault and his jostling with Jo and his suspension were forgotten about for Respect 1 and 2. Max's drugs stuff was left ambiguous after his return as it wasn't mentioned and he had calmed down a bit and was less argy bargy and more wind up merchant. (And why didn't Mickey tell Jack rather than make a big song and dance about telling Neil instead!) It was a shame because it makes people totally forget how decent a person Max was from Assault On Sun Hill to In The Know a lot of the time as well as being an occasional dick. He was absolutely gutted he had to arrest Noah (Backlash) and had really bonded with him and took the time to help him and see things from his level despite his initial thoughts. He threatens a dangerous dealer to keep Fran safe. He also gave Noah his PSP to keep! (Brings back memories of Smithy giving TIm his gameboy in Lullaby). He went looking for Pavel in Righteous Kill despite it meaning he got held at gunpoint and looked out for Julie and her uncle as much as he could. He was impressed by Smithy in Gun Runner and told him and offered to help him through the DPS and other PCC interviews and sit with him if he needed someone. He was impressed by Beth in Beth Undercover and told her so. He had a really fun friendship with Eddie - or "Edmundo!". Cowboy Country - he was adorable as well as a little bugger for telling everyone about Terry's love of country music.
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Speaking of Max - his and Millie's 'relationship' (not in the actual terms as in a couple) always intrigued me. Purely for the fact that she was so obviously swoony over him and all heart eyes and he never let on that he was aware (though obviously was!), however in Righteous Kill he says to her at the vending machine - after he's nobbled some money off her to take Pavel some food and drink where he's hiding out) that "it doesn't have to be a big thing." and it sort of... seems out of place as nothing linked was mentioned before it and nothing was said after (and then there's Smash and Grab a few episodes after and Millie loses the crush for a few episodes) Is this 'big thing' her crush? Is he telling her to back off? Or telling her it could be something casual... it goes unanswered and it's always bugged me why it was said because nothing came of it or was building up to it and she doesn't say anything in response other than "Sure."! Unless he's meaning not wanting to talk like she offers? Or the thing he's checking up on? (that he's going off to find Pavel without telling anyone?)
There'll likely be more as I remember it haha!
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Will rhaena ever confront corlys for his treatment of laena's children in your fic? That guy needs to get someone to yell at him about how he treats his family.
Even vaemond in the show, the guy was his bro who helped him in his travels and fought beside him and all he does is complain that he deserved it for being too greedy, when he was just trying to save his home? How can that be greedy? I think vaemond grew up there too right?)
I also don't understand how laenor was ok with his (elder) sisters kids being usurped by non-velaryons. I thought he loved laena. That guy confused me a lot, i don't even think he loved the strong kids that much to give up driftmark for them if he wanted to escape with his boyfriend the first chance he gets.
Love your fic so much by the way ❤️
Thanks for the love. Back at ya. 💕
I think the problem with Corlys and Laenor and the Velaryons in general is that they're not really meant to be characters, just background plot devices no one thinks about for more than 0.2 seconds. If you look at them for 0.3 seconds, they fall apart.
I can't go too much into plans for swhhw without getting into fic-spoilers, but this is a justice fix-it fic, so trust that there'll be some by-his-own-petard-hoisting for Corlys at some point. Justice for Laena, Rhaena, Baela, Rhea, Vaemond... I don't know if I'm doing a confrontation scene tho because it's like Rhaena hardly knows him? He's not been visiting her in Pentos or Dragonstone. I kinda want her to treat him with the same disregard he shows her.
In the show, Laena was sort of a hostage on Pentos. Laenor's sort of a hostage in KL. Rhaena's sort of a hostage on Dragonstone and Rhaenys has Baela on Driftmark. No one ever really takes any action to protect them, help them, love them, look out for their best interests, etc. They're not allowed to look out for themselves or each other either. Hell, they're not even allowed to see and speak to each other. Each of the Targs just get to have one. Like house pets. Or worse house plants.
Or house cacti rather that no one ever waters. That's the level of development hotd gave them imo. They're really loyal house cacti.
Daemon's like "Mine died. It was kinda annoying."
Rhaenyra's like, "I know, right? Help me get rid of mine, I don't want it anymore."
He's like, "Fire works. Excellent Velaryon remover. But I have two more..."
She's like, "Well, Jace and Luke can have them. Velaryons are very loyal and can be handy to have around. Very useful. If it can bear a cup, it can bear a child."
And Rhaenys is just like, "Well, mine is actually a borrow from you, remember? Wasn't using it anyway, so sure, take it back if you need it."
So I'm Team Vaemond 4eva😅. Fluent in Valyrian, but unc chose to speak High Facts.
He lost the argument to Team Alternative Facts, but at least he said something.
Laenor... I can rationalize him by thinking that everything he's done since Joffrey's murder has been under duress. That's how he makes sense to me.
I mean, I doubt it was his idea for an immediate wedding while his boyfriend's blood was still being mopped up. He's sort of in the Criston situation imo. Yes, he's a man, with a much higher social position than Criston and a dragon... but can he truly say no to his father, Viserys or Rhaenyra?
I mean, what happens to him the minute he decides to say out loud that those children aren't his and that he dgaf? In the one episode we saw of their adult relationship, he's just being gaslit and taking jabs with no fighting back. We saw Rhaenyra pull rank on him when he just wanted to take a break from the shitshow and constant negging. What happens if he tells Daemyra he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in exile? Is he afraid of the Divorce Rock™ being re-activated? 🤔
Corlys is in a vastly different situation and is just a horrible brother, father and grandfather. Like, I have him even below Otto and Viserys.
Viserys is a horrible idiot, but he still believes he's protecting at least 1 child and that the rest might be more or less fine in his batshit Legoland version of reality.
Otto clearly underestimated how shit Viserys was going to be. Probably thought, "Dude still plays with Legos. Not a drunkard, murderer or wife-beater. Relatively decent compared to most Targs and Westerosi lords in general. Kinda sickly, might die soon. Perfectly harmless and controllable."
In normal Westerosi circumstances when you have no inheritance of your own, getting your daughter married off to a supposedly kindly/soft/spineless king can be considered a good move for her security. I mean, how was he supposed to know that Viserys was going to descend into overt tyranny and become the "I'll have your tongue cut out" guy? Probably didn't expect Rhaenyra to take up Daemon's Heir for a Day energy either. Probably didn't expect her to become an "I want this ten year old who just lost an eye tortured" type person.
He's not Tywin. He can't do a Castamere on House Targ. So yeah, he put his daughter in a bad situation but he's right there with her in it at least, kinda, trying as best as he can to get her out alive, risking his own neck too. I feel like he'd be the only one of all the old fathers to confess that mistakes were definitely made and he definitely saw it going differently in his head. He has no dragons, no banners, no power other than his Hand job which can be easily taken away the moment he gets out of line as Viserys demonstrated. Like, Aegon is his best option and only hope. If your life depends on Aegon stepping up, you are not in a good place and I know you are crying in the shower.
But Corlys has a navy, a dragon through Rhaenys, is lord of the richest house, and seems to be actively trying to throw all his children and grandchildren onto a Targaryen pyre for no clear reason other than a desire to serve them up as tribute.
Even Rhaenys, the actual Targ, is like, "Maybe we should stop sacrificing children and give Driftmark to Baela so she has a home?" And he's just like "Naw... Fuck them non-Luke, non-Jace kids."
He's just the worst to me. If you take people's motivations and beliefs into consideration, their options, what they're working with, their goals, he's just indefensible. I cannot think of a single possible defense for Corlys. Not one.
Dude woke up from a coma, heard his brother had been murdered and thought "Vaemond had it coming. Lemme go bend the knee real quick anyway."
This is the character the showrunners used to pat themselves on the back for their diverse casting.
So I really really really hate Corlys. Like in a meta way. Cannot put into words how much of a disappointment watching him was.
Definitely getting his just rewards in swhhw.
Now that I've written this out, I actually want to kill him off.😅 You make a good point. If Vaemond deserved to be beheaded for his greed then surely Mr "I will sacrifice my children for likes" deserves worse.
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By all means do tell us about this agenda of yours
*clears throat and pulls out a pointer*
So it starts with Rhaenyra, as all things do in House of the Dragon. Now, Alicent and her totally had their friends to lovers arc interrupted (thanks a lot Viserys!) so she married Laenor. They each have their boyfriends. Queerplatonic relationship ties are established and children are had.
Depending on the fic, I usually make Jace Rhaenyra/Harwin's and Luke Laenor/Qarl's. I do not have a preference for Joffrey, but my completionist self likes for him to be Rhaenyra/Laenor's. All of them brunets with dark eyes, or purple eyes. Sometimes I just cannot resist the purple eyes okay?
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Meanwhile, Laena and Daemon are off becoming their own married couple. I am lowkey in love with Baela and Rhaena as Not Twins who were each carried by a different parent.
In a world where Daemon is less of an idiot they settle on Driftmark eventually and start pseudo-swinging with Rhaenyra and her band of loyal knights. I say pseudo-swing because there is nothing that will make me ship Laenor/Laena. Just can't do it.
So we end up with our three additional Targaryens eventually: Aegon, Viserys, and Visenya. Visenya Lives because she's actually Daemon/Laenor's. Rhaenyra got to name her because by the seven she deserves to give someone that name! Most people assume she's Laena's. It's a mess, which everyone finds amusing.
Re-enter Alicent. Probably post-Viserys death. Maybe not. Depends on how annoyed I am with him that day tbh. Eventually! She gets with both Rhaenyra and Daemon, individually. They integrate her into the polycule. Laena is Laena and they have some lovely times together. Alicent isn't super comfortable with any of the dudes, with the occassional exception of Daemon, but really she's mostly with Rhaenyra. As she was always meant to be Viserys! They all live happily ever after in the Red Keep. Avoiding the Dance through sheer queer awesomeness.
Rhaenyra/Alicent/Laena is probably the most underrated ship in this entire poly I'm not gonna lie. I love it so much and one day I will figure out a near-canon-ish narrative for them.
I have exactly one fic that I have managed to figure out how to incorporate this entire behemoth of a ship into btw. Maybe~ two. Pieces of it are appearing in several fics though, because I love it that much.
There is a slightly less complicated polycule for rings of power in my head, but I don't have a chart for that. Yet.
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Summary - Luke Alvez has prison all figured out. Until he’s introduced to his new cellmate, and he knows his heart will forever be imprisoned by the messy haired angel, Doctor Spencer Reid.
A/N - for the sake of this, Luke was not yet a member of the BAU when Spencer went to prison. Another entry for @imagining-in-the-margins roommate challenge. Prison arc with a twist. Thank you @andiebeaword once again for reading for me!
Pairing - Spencer Reid / Luke Alvez
Category - angst, fluff, smut (minors DNI)
Content Warnings - general prison talk, mention of murder and drug trafficking, very very brief mentions of Maeve and Lila Archer, sexually confused Luke, masturbation, swearing, slight perv Spencer, violence, Spencer being called perv, beatings, mentions of bruises and cuts, idiots in love, making out, blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, slight angst with a happy ending.
Word Count - 8.7k
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Being an undercover FBI Agent in a maximum security federal prison was, to put it lightly, less than ideal. 
Especially when you were a former army ranger turned fugitive task force agent who looked every bit the FBI Agent you were. 
Luke Alvez did not look like he belonged in prison. At least he hadn’t when he arrived here. 
But in the past eight months his overgrown hair and facial hair and the dead look that had worked its way to his eyes had made his role a lot more believable. 
All Luke had ever known was upholding the law and being a better version of himself with each passing day. 
And then he’d been sent undercover and he had to throw everything he knew out of the window. 
The fugitive task force had been working on capturing escaped convict and serial murder Jose Suarez for almost year before Luke was sent undercover. 
Suarez spent three months in Milburn Correctional before he made his escape during a prison riot he was suspected of starting. 
He was responsible for at least thirty murders over the last ten years in and around the Mexico-Texas border. 
He was a known drug affiliate before his murders had come to light, he’d been on the FBI and CIA’s radar for many years. Until he was pulled over at the border one day for a broken tail light and he was found with an unregistered gun in his possession. 
The two year jail sentence the offence carried was quickly upped to life without parole when the gun was found to be linked to several homicides. 
He was moved to Milburn at the request of the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit as they’d tied him to several more killings in the greater DC area. 
Luke didn’t know much about the BAU but he knew the team held a lot of weight and if Unit Chief Emily Prentiss told you something was happening, it was happening. 
Suarez never showed any remorse for his actions. During his trial he barely said a word. And in the three months he spent in Milburn he only spoke to one person, a twenty something kid named Justin Medallion. 
Medallion had gotten caught up in gang violence, after the death of his mother and his fathers abandonment he ended up in with the wrong crowd. He’d been arrested at the age of twenty two and charged on multiple counts of drug possession, armed robbery and manslaughter. 
Luke had read all the files and quickly come to realise Medallion was just a patsy. He’d taken the fall for things he probably didn’t have anything to do with to protect his found family. 
Suarez had taken the young Medallion under his wing and being desperate to feel a part of a family, Medallion had been easy prey. 
And then Suarez escaped and once again, Medallion was left behind. 
It had been easy for Luke to get close to Medallion, Luke was older and posed as a kind of older brother figure for him. 
But after eight months he was no closer to finding anything to help him locate Suarez. 
He was sure Medallion knew something, but he was a loyal asshole, protecting those who had looked out for him with his life. 
Luke was getting closer to cracking him, but he still had work to do. 
His supervisor Jill Davies visited once a week, posing as Luke’s distraught fiancée. Other than that, he had no contact with the outside world and after all these months, Luke was starting to feel like a criminal. 
He’d been lucky enough to have his own cell for the past eight months. Most inmates had to share but Davies had insisted Luke have his own space. 
The guards looked down on him because of it, he always heard speculation about who he might be to be so fortunate that the Milburn Governor allowed him exceptions. 
The Governor was the only one who knew Luke’s real identity. It was safer for fewer people to know. 
As far as the correctional officers knew Luke Alvez was doing time for drug running. And that’s how it had to stay. 
After so long inside, Luke thought he had prison life down to a tee. 
Until one morning he was roused from sleep by the sound of his cell door creaking open. 
He rolled onto his back from his top bunk cot and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Light pooled into the dank room and he struggled to focus. 
A shadow lingered in the doorway, tall, skinny and a mop of curly hair was all he could make out. 
Another figure, probably a guard, shoved the skinny silhouette inside before the cell slammed shut again. 
“New roomie, Alvez.” The rough voice of the guard filled his ears. 
“What?” Luke croaked, still half asleep. “I’m not supposed to have cellmates.”
“Too bad. Overcrowding at its finest. Remember you’re a prisoner like everyone else Alvez, just because the governor seems hell bent on protecting you, doesn’t make you the Queen of freaking Sheba.” 
“There’s no real evidence to suggest the Queen of Sheba ever even existed. She was first mentioned in the Hebrew bible when she brought a caravan of valuable gifts for King Solomon in Jerusalem. It’s possible she lived in Ethiopia or Yemen around three thousand years ago but there is no proof of her existence. 
But if she was a real person, she was the gift giver not the receiver so if anything the governor would be the Queen of Sheba and he would be King Solomon.” The skinny figure spoke, his voice cracked and pitched in certain places and sounded almost monotone.
“Whatever.” The guard scoffed before turning on his heels and marching away. 
Luke couldn’t help but chuckle as he jumped off his top bunk and landed in front of his new cell mate. 
Once he was in front of him he could make out the other man’s features more clearly. His hazel eyes were void of any kind of spark or emotion and carried dark purple bags under them. 
His pouty lips were dry and cracked, splitting in some places like he spent too long chewing it. His cheekbones and jawline were chiseled but almost in a gaunt way, like he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a long time. 
His curly hair hung lifelessly around his eyes and down his neck as though the life had literally been drained from every hair follicle. 
His shoulders slouched, making him appear shorter but he was still much taller than Luke. 
Luke held out his hand but the other man shook his head, a hint of something passing by his eyes. 
“I don’t...it’s safer to kiss.” 
Luke felt his stomach tighten at that sentiment. He’d never considered kissing another man before but for this one, he might think of making an exception.
He swallowed that thought down. 
“I’m Luke. Alvez.” 
A small frown graced his forehead as he looked at Luke. He opened his mouth a few times to speak but it took a couple of attempts before the words would come. 
“Luke Alvez.” He repeated, lowering his voice to barely above a whisper. “As in fugitive task force Luke Alvez?” 
Luke’s blood ran cold. 
When he’d gone undercover, Davis had forgone a new name for him. He had his new background and there was no way anyone outside of the FBI would know Luke by name. 
“I uh…I don’t know what…who are you?” Luke’s heart thudded in his chest making him feel nauseous.
The other man gave him the faintest hint of a smile. 
“I’m Doctor Spencer Reid of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. I’m a fed too.”
***
Spencer had spent his entire life following the rules. He was a good kid, the best kid, a goody two shoes if anything. 
His dream had been to work for the FBI so he kept his nose clean, never strayed from the straight and narrow. 
Yet here he was, in a federal correctional facility being accused of murder. 
He’d heard of the infamous Luke Alvez and his man hunting abilities. Emily had crossed paths with him a few times and raved that not only was he one of the best in his field but he was one of the nicest men she’d ever met. 
She hadn’t however mentioned that he was also unfathomably good looking. Although he supposed, why would she? 
Of course the team had their suspicions about Spencer’s sexuality. Yes he’d had that thing with Lila Archer all those years ago and then of course there was Maeve but they were profilers, the very best at what they did. 
Spencer knew Rossi hadn’t brought it that time he'd bumped into Spencer and an attractive man named Miles on a date, even when Spencer had insisted he was just a friend. 
When Blake and Morgan found out about Maeve, Morgan’s first reaction had been “huh, and there was me thinking pretty boy was into…pretty boys.” 
Spencer had simply shrugged and neither confirmed nor denied the assumption. 
Spencer viewed sexuality as a fluid concept. He didn’t define himself as straight, gay or bisexual; he was simply interested in what he was interested in. 
Sometimes that would be a woman. Sometimes it would be a man. Spencer had never seen the need to define it. 
But the moment he laid eyes on Luke Alvez, he became Spencer’s only type. 
“You’re…you’re a fed?” Luke whispered, glaring at Spencer like he had two heads. 
“Don’t let the skinny geeky thing fool you.” Spencer shrugged. 
“I didn’t mean it like that…it’s just…”
“You don’t get many of us in a federal prison?” Spencer finished his sentence for him. 
“Yeah.” Luke ran his fingers through his overgrown, unkempt hair. “So you’re on the job?” 
Spencer narrowed his eyes on Luke in confusion. 
“No. Are you?” 
“Eight months undercover.” 
“Oh.” Spencer mused, his eyes trailing away from Luke and somewhere over his head. “I was arrested in Mexico for drug possession and now I’m being accused of murder.”
“Seriously?”
Spencer’s eyes snapped back to Luke. 
“Hmm.” He nodded stiffly. “I’m being framed. Most likely by an unsub known as Mr Scratch.”
“Peter Lewis? I’ve heard of him.” Luke nodded, his jaw clenched. 
“Yeah.” Spencer sighed. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Even under the circumstances.” 
“Yeah, you too. I’ve got my feet under the table here by now, don’t worry, I’ll watch your back.” 
Spencer smiled sadly with a small nod. 
If he was going to survive prison he’d need someone watching his back. And if it was someone as handsome as Luke Alvez, all the better. 
“So, can I have the top bunk?” Spencer asked, patting the side of the bunks. 
Luke’s eyes sparkled for a second and Spencer felt a shiver pass up his spine. 
“I’m always on top, Reid.” Luke smirked at him and fuck was he flirting with him? 
Either way Spencer’s blood was most certainly not flowing in the direction of his brain anymore so he couldn’t reply even if he wanted to. 
Instead he flopped onto the bottom bunk and tried his best to hide his embarrassment. 
***
Spencer Reid was the prettiest goddamn man Luke had ever laid eyes on. In fact, he was the only man Luke would ever describe as pretty. 
He tried to put it down to the fact the only woman he’d had contact with in eight months was Jill and although she was an attractive woman she wasn’t Luke’s type. 
Not that Spencer was either. 
Maybe it was also something to do with Luke’s inherent need to be the protector. Spencer needed looking out for, he was vulnerable and lost and Luke had always found something oddly attractive about that. 
But never usually in men. 
Maybe he was touch starved, lonely or overly horny; or maybe a combination of all three. But with each passing day Spencer’s pouty lips seemed to be begging to be kissed more so than the last. 
It didn’t help matters that the beautiful man was his cellmate. At least when Luke had his own cell he was able to masturbate freely to alleviate the need for human touch. 
That’s not to say he hadn’t masturbated since Spencer had become his cellmate, it was just a lot more difficult. 
In the three weeks they’d been sharing a cell, Luke had learnt what it sounded like when Spencer was asleep, his drawn out breathing becoming the soundtrack to Luke’s private moments. 
He would bite down on his pillow to stem any noise he might make and keep himself covered with the scratchy sheets. He tried to picture women when he pumped himself, but his thoughts always landed back on the man sleeping beneath him. 
Luke Alvez’s mind was well and truly fucked. All because of a pair of delicious puffy lips and unruly curls. 
***
He was not supposed to be having these kinds of thoughts about his cellmate. Prison was far from a sexy environment, so these thoughts he was having were incredibly inappropriate. 
But Luke Alvez was just so fucking hot, Spencer didn’t think it was at all fair. How was he not supposed to think this way when he looked like that? 
It really didn’t help matters when he heard Luke masturbating a few times. The mattress above him squeaking would rouse him from sleep and Luke’s heavy pants would tell Spencer exactly what he was doing. 
And then there was the showers, the goddamn, fucking showers. 
Spencer always tried in vain to keep as much of his body concealed as possible during showers, ever self conscious of his slim frame. 
Luke was much less worried by such things. Maybe he’d gotten used to showering in front of people after all the months he’d spent here but Spencer didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. 
But seeing Luke shower was by far the best part of Spencer’s day. 
Luke had muscles on top of his muscles. He had the kind of biceps that Spencer wanted to pin him down with. He had a six pack Spencer wanted to run his tongue along. 
And don’t get Spencer started on Luke Alvez’s cock. 
Never in his entire life had Spencer wanted a cock more than Luke’s. He couldn’t help but stare when they showered, just imagining what it would feel like inside of him. 
That was another reason Spencer tried to hide his body when he showered, he quite often found himself hard from staring at his cellmate. 
Luke was the only thing that kept Spencer’s mind off of his imprisonment. He didn’t know how long it would take the team to find Scratch and exonerate him. So his fantasies of Luke kept his mind off the situation. 
They spent their days working in the laundry room with Medallion who Spencer learned was the one Luke was trying to crack for intel. 
They spent evenings playing chess and reading together. Luke’s in with the governor meant he could get pretty much anything his heart desired, within the realms of possibility anyway. 
The other inmates looked down on their fancy lifestyle but Luke was a big, tough guy who intimated most of them. 
So by proxy, Spencer was mostly left alone. 
Until that was, he found himself alone. 
***
Luke was meeting with Davies and honestly Spencer had no idea where Medallion was, but he was enjoying the peace in the laundry room. 
His peace was short lived however, when two large, menacing men entered the laundry room. 
Spencer was already on edge, but his panic shot up to a hundred when the guard stepped outside, closed the door behind him and turned his back on the room. 
Spencer swallowed, placing the towel he’d been folding on top of a dryer. 
“Uh…hi.” He croaked, fiddling with his hands. 
“We noticed you like to look at other men in the shower.” One of the men spat, clenching his hands into fists. 
“Uh…what? No…no it’s not like-“
“Fucking pervert.” The other shook his head in disgust. 
“I swear, it isn’t like that! I’m not a pervert…I…I…”
They got closer to him and the larger of the men with a snake tattoo coiled around his bicep shoved Spencer back against the bank of washing machines. 
“Perv.” He shoved him again, harder than before. “We don’t take too kindly to perv’s in here.” 
“Please…I swear I didn’t-“ Spencer was cut off when snake tattoo kneed him in the groin. 
He groaned loudly, doubling over in pain. 
“Whatcha gonna do? Go cry to your boyfriend?” The other man, who had a scar over his left eye, laughed. 
“He’s not my…please, this is all a m-misunderstanding.” Spencer stood back up right, holding his hands up in defeat. 
It didn’t work. 
Snake tattoo laid into him first, punching him repeatedly in his face and chest. Then scar face shoved him to the ground and started kicking him hard in the ribs. 
Spencer writhed on the floor, howling in pain but no one answered his cries. They kept calling him a pervert and told him to keep his eyes to himself in future if he knew what was good for him. 
Spencer took the beatings, knowing talking back would only lead to a worse fate. It felt like hours before they were through, stepping back to see their handiwork in the form of a black and blue Spencer. 
“That’ll teach ya to perv, you perv.” Scar face snarled with one last kick to his ribs before the two retreated. 
Seconds later another shadow appeared over Spencer. 
“Go and get yourself cleaned up, inmate.” The guard spat with a wicked smile on his lips. 
Spencer pushed his battered body off the floor and shuffled towards the door. 
“And keep your eyes to yourself.” The guard called after him. 
***
Spencer had a very painful shower. His body was so tender that even the water drops from the shower head caused him agony. 
He caught his reflection in the shitty mirrors and groaned. 
His right eye was almost swollen shut and purple in colour. He had a gash down his cheek and across his forehead which he’d cleaned dried blood from. 
His chest, stomach and ribs were littered with bruises, varying in size and a couple of small cuts. His arms were much the same from trying to shield himself from their beating.
Luke was already on his bunk reading when Spencer padded dejected inside. 
The second Luke laid eyes on him, he tossed the book aside and jumped down to the floor. 
“Oh my god, what happened?” Luke’s chest fluttered with pain looking at his cellmate. 
“Couple of guys cornered me in the laundry room. Guard turned a blind eye.” Spencer shrugged like it was no big deal. 
“I’m going to kill them.” Luke seethed, clenching his jaw. 
“You most certainly are not.” Spencer shook his head. “I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.” 
Luke found himself reaching for Spencer and gently running his fingertips along Spencer’s jaw. 
Spencer hissed at the touch and Luke’s hand recoiled. 
“Did that hurt?” 
“No.” Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth. 
With a sigh he sat down on his cot and Luke sat next to him. 
“Did they say why? Did you do something to piss them off?” Luke questioned. 
“I’m a pervert apparently.” Spencer heaved a sigh. “My eyes wander in the shower.” 
Luke couldn’t help the blush that immediately crept to his cheeks, burning his whole face. 
“I uh…might have noticed that about you.” Luke gave him a slightly amused smile. 
“I’m not known for my subtlety.” Spencer pulled a face, nodding stiffly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I…I didn’t realise I was being so blatant.” 
“It doesn’t…make me uncomfortable.” Luke chewed on his lip shyly, feeling his blush spread down his neck. 
“I-it doesn’t?” Spencer stared at him wide eyed. 
“No. I was surprised about that myself.” Luke confessed. 
“Do you…have you…uh…” Spencer wracked his brain trying to think how to word it but failed miserably. 
“No. I’ve never been with a man before.” Luke chewed furiously on his lip. 
“Oh.” Spencer squeaked. 
“Have you?”
“A few.” Spencer nodded. “But I don’t want you to feel…we don’t have to…just forget it ok?” 
Luke chuckled at his sudden bashfulness and found himself sliding closer to Spencer. 
“I don’t want to forget it, Reid.” Luke cautiously placed his hands on Spencer’s bruised face, careful to avoid his injuries. 
Spencer hissed again at his touch. 
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” Spencer smiled. “Stop asking that.” 
“Why do you keep making that noise when I touch you?” 
Spencer rolled his eyes at Luke’s naivety. 
“Because,” Spencer breathed. “Your skin on mine feels so good. The noise is entirely involuntary.” 
“Oh.” Luke nodded, still holding his face. “Oh.”
“Was there a reason you were touching me?” Spencer’s confidence returned and he smirked at Luke. “Because usually, if someone were to hold my face like this, I would think they wanted to kiss me.”
“Well,” Luke smiled, edging closer. “You did say it was safer to kiss.” 
Luke leaned in and gently brushed his lips over Spencer’s in a chaste kiss. But before he could move away, Spencer wrapped his arms around his neck and kept him in place. 
Spencer parted his chapped lips, goading Luke into deepening the kiss. It was only a few seconds before Luke’s tongue slowly inched into Spencer’s waiting mouth. 
Spencer’s plump lips were all of Luke’s dreams come true. The nights he’d laid awake thinking of how these lips would feel were nothing compared to how they actually felt. 
It was the kind of kiss Luke thought songs should be written about, poems and sonnets too. The kiss was everything and more, he saw fireworks and felt sparks and all those other cliched things Luke had never much believed in. 
And the weirdest part was how it wasn’t weird. Not even a little. Luke thought if he could only kiss one person for the rest of his life, it had to be Doctor Spencer Reid. 
They were moaning into each other’s mouths and Luke pulled Spencer back to the mattress where Spencer laid on top of him, the kiss never breaking. 
Through their flimsy prison scrubs it was easy to feel they were both hard and Spencer rolled his hips, their erections grinding together. 
“Fuck,” Spencer panted when the kiss finally broke so they could refill their empty lungs with air. 
“Agreed.” Luke smiled up at him. 
Spencer licked his slightly swollen lip and the small action made Luke shudder. 
“What?” Spencer asked with a slightly concerned expression. 
“N-nothing.”
“Tell me.” Spencer goaded him. 
“I…I don’t want to be forward.” Luke’s eyes were honed in on Spencer’s lips so Spencer had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking about. 
“The way you’re staring at my lips is enough for me to ascertain what you want, Luke.” Spencer chuckled. 
Luke's eyes shot back to Spencer’s and he looked a picture of guilt. 
Spencer bowed his head to Luke’s ear and swirled his tongue around his lobe before whispering, “if you want me suck your dick, Alvez, all you have to do is ask.” 
The moan that elicited from Luke was feral and told Spencer he’d been right on the mark. Spencer laughed against Luke’s ear before moving his lips over Luke’s neck, barely ghosting the skin but it still made Luke writhe beneath him. 
It encouraged Spencer to move his lips to Luke’s throat, nipping a little over his Adam’s apple as his hands wandered over the fabric of Luke’s t-shirt until he reached the hem. 
“Can I?” Spencer spoke against Luke’s flushed skin. 
“Hmm please.” Luke arched his back as if to aid the removal of his shirt. 
Spencer smiled to himself, sitting back and looking down at Luke.
The way Spencer’s messy hair fell in his face was delicious and Luke had absolutely no doubts that at that moment he wanted everything from Spencer. 
Spencer lifted Luke’s shirt and pulled it over his head before tossing it to the floor. 
Spencer hissed and he finally got the chance to run his fingers over Luke’s muscular torso. Each dip and curve of muscle made his cock throb in his pants. 
Luke smirked at him before returning the favour and helping Spencer out his shirt. 
Spencer’s upper body was riddled with cuts and bruises and it made Luke’s heart burst in his chest for him. 
Sensing what he was thinking Spencer shook his head.
“I told you, I’m fine. It’s worse than it looks.” In an attempt to distract Luke, Spencer pushed him back to the cot and wasted no time exploring Luke’s chest with his lips. 
It must have worked because Luke moaned and hissed and wriggled beneath him, forgetting all about Spencer’s earlier beating. 
Luke found his hands in Spencer’s hair, diving deep into his thick locks and without meaning to, he was pushing Spencer’s head lower. 
Spencer chuckled against Luke’s stomach, looking up at him through his lashes and his one good eye. 
“I told you, Alvez,” Spencer licked Luke’s abs. “If you want me to suck your cock, you have to ask.”
“Please?” Luke whined, pushing his head a little again. 
“Nuh uh.” Spencer placed a kiss just below Luke’s belly button. “You have to say it.” 
Luke whimpered pathetically, rolling his hips upwards. 
“I can’t hear you?” Spencer smirked against him. 
“Goddammit.” Luke groaned. “Please Reid, I want…I need you to suck my dick. Please?” 
Spencer hummed in amusement, kissing along the waistband of Luke’s scrubs. 
“Well, since you asked so nicely, it would be terribly rude of me not to oblige.” Spencer’s slender fingers dipped in the sides of Luke’s pants and he tugged them down quickly, taking his boxers with them. 
Luke gasped as he erection was freed, focusing on the stale air caressing his skin while Spencer got his pants all the way off and they joined their shirts on the floor. 
“Oh fuck.” Spencer swallowed, capturing Luke in his entirety, preserving it in a memory. 
To say Spencer had been obsessed with Luke’s cock was an understatement. The first time he’d caught a glimpse of it in the shower he’d been desperate for it. 
But this was his first time seeing Luke completely standing to attention, now his obsession turned to compulsion. 
Luke eagerly grabbed for Spencer’s hair again, encouraging the other man towards his groin. 
Spencer really didn’t need encouragement. 
Luke was certainly well endowed but Spencer had taken bigger. He definitely hadn’t had better though. 
Oh how Spencer was going to enjoy this. 
He allowed Luke to move his head to his lap and Spencer teased him by blowing hot air on his throbbing head. 
Luke moaned deeply, so deeply Spencer swore he felt it vibrate through him. 
He wanted to tease him some more but Spencer had thought of nothing but this moment for weeks and he couldn’t wait a second longer. 
As he inched closer to Luke’s waiting dick, he swiped his tongue out of his mouth and let it lap over Luke’s head. 
Luke gripped his hair tightly as he moaned. 
Soon Spencer was wrapping his lips around his head and started slowly taking Luke’s length in his mouth. 
Luke watched in complete awe as he cock disappeared into Spencer’s mouth inch by inch. 
The hair Luke wasn’t gripping fell around Spencer’s face, framing him perfectly. Luke couldn’t quite comprehend how one person could be so goddamn beautiful. Specifically, how one man could be so goddamn beautiful when Luke had never found a man attractive before. 
Spencer took Luke all the way in his mouth, making a soft choking sound as Luke’s cock hit the back of his throat. But it didn’t bother Spencer, he’d always had an insatiable oral fixation, whether it was sucking cock or eating pussy, Spencer didn’t much care. 
Luke was staring down at him, pupils blown out as his cock was fully sheathed in Spencer’s warm, wet mouth. 
He tugged his curls, encouraging the younger man to move. 
Spencer palmed himself through his slacks as he dragged his lips back up Luke’s shaft, using his tongue to trace the vein that ran along the underside of his dick. 
Luke removed one hand from Spencer’s hair and bit down on his fist to stop from making too much noise and attracting a guard. 
Spencer’s tongue swirled over his head and Luke was bucking his hips into his mouth as though he simply couldn’t get enough. 
Spencer smiled to himself as he picked up his pace, taking Luke all the way in his mouth before coming almost all the way off. Luke’s rocking hips helped set the pace as he took him faster, and soon he could taste Luke’s precome.
“Fucking hell.” Luke moaned, teeth digging into his knuckles. “You are too good at that.” 
Spencer applied pressure to the base of his cock with his palm, slightly concerned about coming in his pants just from the way it felt to have Luke in his mouth. 
Spencer’s hair bounced as he went faster, watching his dick disappear and reappear from Spencer’s mouth was dizzying for Luke.
Spencer saw Luke’s stomach tighten, his abs becoming more pronounced and he knew that meant the other man was close. 
Sure Luke masturbated a lot in prison but it had been a long time since anyone else had touched him. And he was sure he’d never had a blowjob this incredible before in his life. 
Spencer glanced up at Luke through his lashes and the sight was out of this world. Luke was so far gone, this man was ruining him for being with anyone else. 
One of Spencer’s hands trailed up Luke’s inner thigh before cupping his balls. He massaged them in his palm and Luke’s whole body tensed. 
“Fuck, Reid.” He bucked into Spencer’s mouth. “I’m so close…really fucking close.” 
He tried to tug Spencer off of him but Spencer held steady. He couldn’t think of anything in the world he wanted right now more than having Luke come inside his mouth. 
And seconds later, he got his wish as Luke bucked his hips one last time as he came. 
Spencer swallowed everything he had to give, every deliciously salty rope of come he lapped up, hissing at the taste of Luke. 
Luke pulled Spencer off of him once he’d expelled himself, pulling him down next to him in the small cot. Spencer rolled into Luke’s side and kissed him, making Luke moan at the taste left behind on his tongue. 
Luke could feel Spencer’s erection pressing against his thigh and he trailed his hand over Spencer’s hip.
“You don’t have to.” Spencer whispered. “I can take care of myself.” 
“Why would I let you do that?” Luke chuckled a little, toying with Spencer’s waistband. 
“Because you haven’t…” Spencer chewed his lip. 
“Trust me, I’ve touched my own cock enough to know what I’m doing.” Luke’s eyes filled with amusement. 
“That’s not what I meant. I just… is it not weird for you? Being with a man?”
Luke moved his hand so he could cup Spencer’s cheek gently, avoiding his bruises. 
“Was it weird for you the first time you were with a man?”
“No.” Spencer admitted. “It was…it felt…”
“Completely normal?” Luke chuckled again. 
“Yeah.” 
“Exactly.” Luke kissed him again and rolled him into his back. 
He wasn’t even tentative in pulling down Spencer’s pants and freeing him from the fabric. 
Luke moaned viscerally as he looked at Spencer in all his glory. 
“Goddamn Doctor.” He whined a little. 
He didn’t hesitate when he wrapped his hand around Spencer’s shaft and quickly started pumping him. 
Spencer whimpered, his toes instantly curling. 
“I should warn you, I’m already dangerously close.” Spencer confessed, biting his bottom lip. 
Luke just smiled at him, keeping his eyes on Spencer’s as he stroked him.
Luke’s large, strong hand was heavenly wrapped around him. Spencer wanted it to last forever but sucking Luke off had already brought him close to the edge. 
The pain that had been coursing through his body had been replaced by wave after wave of pleasure. Spencer thought he’d take all the beatings in the world if it meant he’d end up here with Luke. 
It was almost humiliating how quickly Spencer felt his orgasm creep up on him and with a strangled moan he spilled his load over Luke’s hand and his own stomach. 
He looked a little mortified as he looked up at Luke through his one good eye, panting a little. 
Luke placed a gentle kiss on Spencer's temple before getting up and grabbing some tissue to clean them both off. 
Luke got himself dressed, handing Spencer his t-shirt so he could do the same. 
Once he was dressed, Luke sat on the edge of Spencer’s cot and Spencer shuffled closer to him. 
“That was…”
“Amazing?” Luke chuckled, stroking Spencer’s messy hair back off his battered face. 
“Incredibly so.” Spencer agreed, humming as Luke lips brushed against his own. 
“I should…” Luke nodded his head in the direction of his own bunk. “If the guards catch us in bed together…”
“I understand.” Spencer smiled before kissing Luke again. “Sleep well.” 
Luke laughed, placing one last kiss on Spencer’s cheek before he stood up. 
“Oh don’t you worry, Reid. I’m going to have the best night's sleep after that.” 
Spencer smiled to himself as he watched Luke disappear to the bed above him. 
Spencer fell back to his cot with a content sigh. 
Maybe prison wasn’t so bad after all. 
***
They continued on with their routine for some time. Laundry duties during the day, chess and reading together to pass the days. 
Luke never left Spencer’s side after the beating he’d endured. Luke was always watching over him, making sure all the other prisoners knew Spencer was officially untouchable, well except to Luke anyway. 
There were a few close calls where Luke would turn his back or leave a room for a moment and snake tattoo and scar face, who Luke informed Spencer were actually named Bryce and Carlos, would seek Spencer out. 
Luke warned them, got up in their faces and spat at them that they would never lay a finger on Spencer again if they wanted to live to see their families. 
The rumours of Luke that spanned the prison walls were that he’d grown quite the temper in his years of drug trafficking and if someone double crossed him he had a tendency to beat them to death with his bare hands. According to rumours, none of the murders had ever been pinned on Alvez because he also knew how to cover his tracks.
Luke had no idea how the rumours had started but he did nothing to dispel them and as such his fellow inmates dubbed him Loco Luke. 
So when he threatened Bryce and Carlos, they left Spencer alone. 
At night they’d end up in Spencer’s cot, tangled with one another. 
Some nights they just simply made out for hours, until their lips were sore, grinding against each other until they both came in their pants. 
Some nights they exchanged sexual favours and each time was more mind blowing than the last. 
The first time Luke went down on him, Spencer saw stars, he saw the pearly gates of heaven and he swore he must have died. It wasn’t possible for anything to feel that good. 
He’d been so caught up in the way Luke’s lips felt around him and the way his beard tickled when Luke took him all the way in his mouth, that he hadn’t thought to warn Luke when he came. 
But Luke just moaned around him, swallowing every last drop of Spencer’s arousal. Afterwards, he kissed Spencer deeply so Spencer could taste himself on Luke’s tongue. 
But nothing would compare to the night Luke was going down on him when he suddenly pulled off Spencer’s cock and spat in his own hand. 
Spencer frowned a little before Luke took him back in his mouth again. 
It wasn’t until Spencer felt one of Luke’s saliva coated digits pressing against his entrance that his confusion washed away, replaced with an animalistic desperation. 
Luke had looked up at him through his lashes as he lapped his tongue over Spencer’s already leaking head. He had a question in his eyes, silently asking if he should continue and all Spencer could do was nod dumbly 
It had been at least a year or so since Spencer had been with another man and it was only now he realised how desperate he was to have any part of Luke inside of him.
Luke descended Spencer’s dick again as he cautiously pushed his finger beyond Spencer’s tight heat. 
Spencer grabbed his pillow and shoved it over his face to muffle his wall shaking moan. Luke took that as a good sign and gently started moving his finger back and forth, pressing up into Spencer as deep as he physically could.
Spencer’s cock was twitching in his mouth as he continued sucking, licking and hollowing his cheek to pleasure the other man. 
He tasted more of Spencer’s precome on his tongue and dared to stretch Spencer with another finger. 
Even beneath the pillow the sounds Spencer was making were loud enough so Luke knew just what he was doing to him. 
He curled his fingers, desperate to give the other man as much pleasure as was physically possible. 
Spencer didn’t think he’d ever felt anything like it. His nerve endings felt as though they were on fire and he knew there was no way he could hold off his orgasm for long. 
With his free hand, Luke relieved himself from his own pants and started lazily pumping himself, making sure Spencer was his main focus. 
When Spencer did come, it was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life. Even with the pillow muffling his sounds the whole cell seemed to shake and they’d be lucky if the guards didn’t hear them. 
Luke swallowed down Spencer’s load, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of Spencer while he rode out his high. 
Once he was sure the other man was completely spent, he sat back, cautiously removing his fingers.
Spencer tossed the pillow aside panting loudly, chest heaving as he looked up at Luke who was kneeling over him, jerking his own cock. 
“You look like a fucking angel.” Spencer panted, chewing on his lip as he stared at the other man above him. 
“You should see yourself.” Luke smirked, before a moan wracked his whole body. 
“Are you close?” 
“Uh huh.” Luke panted, throwing his head back and with a few more pumps he came over Spencer’s chest. 
Spencer used his shirt to clean his skin before pulling Luke down for a slightly sloppy kiss. 
“The circumstances are less than ideal,” Spencer spoke against Luke’s lips. “But I am so glad I met you.” 
Luke stroked Spencer’s messy hair off his face and kissed him again. 
“Prison was the best thing that ever happened to me.” Luke confessed. 
He pulled away from Spencer’s lips so he could look at him and Spencer swore he saw tears in Luke’s deep brown eyes. 
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Luke corrected himself, threading his fingers in Spencer’s. 
“Right back at you, Alvez.” Spencer smiled, giving his hand a squeeze. 
They cuddled for a while until Luke felt his eyes getting heavy. He forced himself out of Spencer’s bed, giving him a good night kiss before dragging himself up to his own bed. 
Luke’s last conscious thought before he succumbed to sleep was, goddamn, I’m falling in love with him. 
***
Spencer and Luke spent three months in their own delirious little bubble. It was strange to say given the setting, but it was the happiest either of them had ever been. 
Spencer was meeting with one of his team members to discuss his case while Luke read on his cot, eagerly awaiting Spencer’s return. 
It was funny how any small time apart felt like a lifetime. 
When Spencer slunk back into the cell, Luke jumped up to greet him. Spencer was smiling but his eyes were filled with tears. 
“What is it?” Luke frowned, instantly gripping Spencer’s shoulders. “Bad news?”
“No.” Spencer shook his head with a sniff. “Good news. Great news really. But also…fucking terrible news.” 
Luke let out a shaky breath, stepping back from Spencer. He already knew without Spencer saying it. 
“You’re getting out.” Luke croaked, tears springing to his own eyes. 
“Yeah.” Spencer sniffed again. “It wasn’t Scratch who did this. It was a woman called Cat Adams who I arrested last year. She got kind of obsessed with me, this was her payback for me arresting her I guess.”
“I can totally see how a person can become obsessed with you, Reid.” Luke chuckled dryly. 
“Is it weird that a part of me doesn’t want to leave?” Spencer stepped closer to him. 
“Only if it’s weird that there’s a part of me that doesn’t want you to leave.” Luke sighed as Spencer cupped his face. “I’m really happy for you, Reid.” 
“Thank you.” Spencer’s lip quivered. “I’m going to miss you so fucking much.” 
A few of Spencer’s tears started to fall and it encouraged Luke’s to fall too. 
Luke leant in and brushed his lips against Spencer’s.
“I’m going to miss you too.” He spoke against Spencer’s mouth. “Spencer…I love you.”
Spencer pulled back, eyes wide as he stared at Luke. He opened his mouth to speak but his words got caught in his throat. 
Luke smiled sadly at him, trying to tell him he didn’t need to say it back. 
But Spencer wanted to say it back. He just couldn’t get his words to leave his mouth. 
There was suddenly a loud clanging on the cell bars and the two men sprung back from each other. 
“Let’s go, inmate. I haven’t got all day.” The guard bellowed. 
Spencer and Luke didn’t say another word to one another while Spencer scurried to collect his few belongings, cradling them in his arms. 
Before he stepped back towards the cell door, Luke gently wrapped his hand around Spencer’s wrist. 
With his free hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver chain with two stainless steel discs hanging from it. 
Luke placed the dog tags in Spencer’s palm and closed his fingers around it.
“So you will never forget me.” Luke let go of him and stepped back. 
Spencer still couldn’t find the words to say so instead he simply nodded, turned on his heels and padded out of the cell.
Luke watched him go, silent tears rolling down his cheeks as he watched a piece of his heart leave forever. 
***
Spencer’s release had been the key to Luke getting the information he’d needed from Medallion. 
Like Luke, Medallion had lost his confidant and only friend when Suarez had escaped prison and seeing he now had common ground with Luke, Medallion ended up confiding in Luke.
It was another four months until Medallion’s intel paid off and the fugitive task force was finally able to apprehend Suarez. 
By the time Luke’s undercover ops ended, he’d spent close to a year and half behind bars. 
Adjusting to life on the outside was one of the hardest things Luke had ever had to do. But it was easier by far than having to adjust to his life without Spencer. 
The three months the two of them spent together had been unequivocally the greatest of Luke’s life and he missed Spencer with every passing day. 
He spent another year with the task force before he called it quits. He hadn’t been the same since he’d been undercover and a change of vocation was sorely needed.
***
Spencer spent too much of his time daydreaming about being back in that Milburn prison cell, despite the fact it had been well over a year since his release. 
Of course he’d never wish to be behind bars again, but if it meant being with Luke, it almost seemed worth it. 
He wore Luke’s dog tags everyday under his shirt, keeping the other man close to him wherever he went. 
At night he would lay awake in bed, running his fingers along the laser etchings in the steel, mouthing the words inscribed on them. 
ALVEZ, LUKE
9965201276
B POS
CATHOLIC
His team had noticed the change in him but they all put it down to him doing time, of course that would change him. But really, his change in demeanour stemmed from his broken heart. 
He split his time between the BAU and teaching. Over time he thought about his lost love less and less but he still wore the tags everyday to ensure, like Luke had said, he’d never forget him.
Before his last thirty day sabbatical, David Rossi had announced he was retiring from the BAU, wanting to spend more time with his new wife Krystall in their golden years. 
Rossi’s replacement had joined the team while Spencer was teaching and as he took the elevator up to the office that morning, he wished he cared more about meeting the new team member. 
He hadn’t heard much about their new recruit, only that he’d transferred from another unit of the FBI. Garcia affectionately referred to him only as Newbie, and had told Spencer over coffee last week that she thought him too cocky. 
The last thing they needed on their team was arrogance and an inflated ego, but Spencer tried to be open minded. Tried being the key word. 
The elevator doors opened and he padded his way across the bullpen towards his desk where he set his bag down before heading to the little kitchenette. 
The bullpen was empty, Spencer was always earlier than the rest of his team. Taking the metro was always quicker than sitting in DC traffic. 
The mornings were his favourite. The quiet that washed over the bullpen was calming, almost cleansing. He would make a coffee and go over case files in peace until the rest of his team started filtering in over the next half hour or so. 
He grabbed his mug and set it under the coffee machine, selecting the setting for his usual black coffee. 
The machine sprung to life and started grinding and whirring, Spencer enjoyed the sounds of the coffee machine, finding them oddly relaxing. 
Maybe it was because he was still waking up or maybe his mind was just completely elsewhere, but he didn’t notice he was being watched. Working for the BAU for so long, Spencer could usually feel if he was being watched. The hairs on the back of his neck would stand up in alert. 
But when he turned around to lean back on the counter he was startled by a set of large brown eyes that were staring at him from the edge of the kitchen. 
What was more startling was who they belonged to. 
Spencer stared back for a moment or two before rubbing his eyes with his palms, thinking he must be hallucinating in his caffeine depleted state. 
When he opened his eyes again, the man was still staring at him, now with a slightly amused expression on his face. 
“You’re not seeing things.” He chuckled and that sound still made Spencer feel weak.
“I must be.” Spencer’s voice was croaky. “Because there is no way you are standing in front of me in the BAU right now.”
“You hadn’t heard about your charming, devilishly good looking new team member?” Luke strolled towards him while Spencer took in his words. 
“No.” Spencer shook his head. “You can’t be.”
“I most certainly am.” Luke laughed, pulling his BAU credentials from his back pocket and showing Spencer. “SSA Alvez. It says so right there.” 
“But you’re…I’m…”
“It’s good to see you too, Spencer.” Luke smiled and it damn near knocked Spencer off his feet. 
His hair was shorter than he remembered and the overgrown facial hair he’d sported in prison was shaved much closer to his face. If Spencer closed his eyes he could still feel Luke’s beard pressed up against his…
…No. Now is not the time, Reid, he scalded himself. 
“I…I can’t believe it’s really you.” Spencer’s eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at Luke, hazy prison memories flashing in his mind. 
“Well believe it, because I am. And I’m not going anywhere.” Luke dared to reach out and cup Spencer’s neck and that’s when he noticed the small glimmer of silver from a chain tucked under his shirt. 
He looked up and his eyes met Spencer’s again. 
“You…you still wear it?” 
“I’ve never taken it off.” Spencer admitted. “Luke, I never got to tell you…never had a chance to say…”
“It’s ok, Reid, you don’t have to say anything.” 
“Yes I do.” Spencer smiled shakily. “I did love you Luke Alvez. That’s to say…I still love you.” 
Luke felt Spencer’s skin heat up beneath his fingertips as the crimson blush spread up his neck and cheeks. 
Luke smiled brightly at him, tugging the younger man a little closer. 
“I never stopped loving you, Spencer.”
And then Luke's lips crashed against Spencer’s with so much longing Spencer all but melted into a puddle. 
The coffee machine continued to whir behind them as Spencer parted his lips and Luke’s tongue slid between them. 
Spencer’s tears overflowed as Luke kissed him, overwhelmed with so many emotions at that moment he just crumbled. 
But the most prominent of those emotions was how inconceivably happy he felt as Luke Alvez kissed him again after so long apart. 
Spencer wasn’t sure how long the kiss lasted, losing all sense of time to Luke’s lips. 
It wasn’t until they heard someone clearing their throat that they suddenly sprung apart from one another. 
Spencer’s cheeks were stained red, as were Luke’s as they looked to see Emily and JJ staring at them, amused smiles on their lips. 
“You know when I say make the new team member feel welcome, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Emily chuckled. 
“Getting acquainted with Agent Alvez I see, Spence.” JJ winked at him before the two women walked off, giggling as they went. 
“Was it just me, or did they not seem surprised?” Spencer frowned, scratching the back of his head. 
“I might have sort of told them about our…history.” Luke shrugged bashfully. “As soon as your name was mentioned on my first day, my face must have given it away. Lewis said there had to be a story there and the whole team ganged up on me. 
I wasn’t going to say anything but Garcia had carried out background checks on me and found out my undercover op correlated to when you were in Milburn. As soon as she mentioned it I must have blushed and given the whole game away. 
I’m sorry, I hope you don’t mind. I’m sorry if you didn’t want them to know, it’s just-“
Luke was cut off his rambling by Spencer’s lips attacking him once more. 
It was tamer than the first given their colleagues were now milling about, but Spencer hoped it conveyed how much he didn’t mind them all knowing. 
“I want them to know.” Spencer spoke, stroking Luke’s cheek. “I want the whole damn world to know.”
“Same here.” Luke agreed. 
They pulled apart, heading side by side towards their desks, shoulders brushing against one another. 
“You know, maybe you are the Queen of Sheba after all.” Spencer mused, giving Luke a sidelong glance. 
“Oh yeah, how’s that?” Luke smirked, thinking back to that first day they met. 
“She gave gifts to the king, and you’ve given me the greatest gift of all.” Spencer blushed. 
Luke beamed at him, gently nudging his shoulder. 
“Don’t go all sappy on me, King Solomon. We’ve got work to do.” Luke lightly brushed his fingers over Spencer’s knuckles before they parted ways. 
As Spencer sank down into his desk chair and watched Luke saunter to his own desk, Spencer had never been more grateful to Cat Adams and Lindsay Vaughn because despite everything, they’d brought him to Luke. 
Luke had imprisoned Spencer’s heart from their very first kiss. And it was one prison Spencer never wanted to be released from. 
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GODFREY CALANION, EARL OF HANTHOM / LUKE EVANS
♛ Age: (37) ♛ Relationships: Tristan Calanion (brother), Amira Varmont (sister), Roderick Varmont (brother-in-law), Edmund Varmont (nephew), Ciara Varmont (fiancée), Barthololmew Varmont (future father-in-law), Eion Varmont (future brother-in-law), Aleksander Royce, Alaric Varmont (best friends)
super ambitious!!!! (honestly would have loved to be roderick when he grows up)
but for now he will settle for the generous earldom roderick has bestowed upon him here in asteria ahead of his impending marriage
certainly has enjoyed the many perks that have come with one's sister being married to the most powerful man in the world, but godfrey has never been one to settle
literally always scheming and has great plans to one day be the future emperor's hand, once his nephew is seated upon the throne
adamantly believes edmund should rule after his father -- and not just because he's the only one of roderick's children that is his own family (godfrey believes arthur to be an idiot and he would never trust a woman to rule)
very charming!!! very outgoing!!!
likes to have fun and enjoys drinking and gambling (within reason) and can be rather competitive, so any chance to show off you can count that godfrey shall jump upon it
very popular with the ladies
has lots of friends, but trusts very few of them with anything of real importance
an exception to this is certainly aleksander royce, to whom godfrey owes his life
alek once saved godfrey's life on the battlefield and godfrey means to repay this debt one day (his gratitude has blinded him to the fact that alek is probably one of the least trustworthy people at court)
currently engaged to the king's cousin, ciara, who is the wealthiest woman in the land -- the king's own daughters aside
eager for her to be his wife, but less enthused that she is being allowed to help spy on the rebels
he understands her circumstances gave her an ideal situation for such a job, but he would never trust a woman with such an important task, nor would he put her in such a dangerous position
loyal, methodical, exacting, intelligent
TAKEN BY KATE AA.
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reginarubie · 1 year
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The Dance has begun. I can understand Sansa, as for why she feels so small again, calling out to her real family even more desperately — if only these people knew what was coming, just like she does! And right now she's not that Little Bird, she's a fighter and she won't run. I love this girl and how full of compassion for other people she is. She knows that innocents are going to be sacrificed for literally nothing. Alicent does too, but she blindly prays for salvation because opening her eyes would kill her. Rhaenys does too, but... I mean, this lady has issues. Or maybe she's just THE Targaryen and it is ✨fine✨ for them to think like that. Ugh, cringe bitches, both her and Rhae — Laenor deserved better, just like Symon does, though he's got something better than he hoped for. Ned is saving him just as much he & his fam saved her from Larys. *In Aemond's voice* It's a fair exchange. And oh no Rhaenys, don't you compare Lady Whent to your spoiled cun..ning niece. Ugh, I can't stand her in any universe, sorry. One more proof you got all the characters so well! But enough of the Blacks, my Green boys! Sansa is definitely all of us watching THAT scene 🤣 Despite it's being a fight scene it's absolutely heartwarming and I was happy to experience a better version of it. Aegon and Sansa need to chat more Imao, it's sending me 😜
But Aemond, babe, your plan! It wasn't that bad. Almost as okay as Daeron becoming a king in F&B. However, their loyalty to Aegon is here again to ruin the day. Loyalty is a great thing but did any of you except Niddle listen to Aegon himself? HELAENA MY DEAR SHE'S HAVING SUCH A BAD TIME WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT. Cousin Ned is there for you to feel valuable 💜 I hope Cole mentions that it was Ned's idea, the crown.
Also... One more hint on the possible third team... The Starks + Firesteel? Would be perfect 🥺 Waiting for the Storm's End. Hope Ned does something to Aemond's anger issues hehe... But even if Luke doesn't die, something tells me the Blacks still won't be satisfied. Either way, may Lady Stark survive them all once more 😈
Ciao Anne!,
As always thank you for your review it’s amazing!
Rhaenys is still a Targaryen to the core and she has her own plan, she doesn’t trust Rhaenyra one bit, but she has her plan and won’t be standing down about it. Her girls need to inherit Driftmark and their children — Laena’s grandchildren — to sit on the Iron throne for her revenge to be complete, also, it felt fitting with the way she acted with the attack to the Sept that Rhaenys would be like “The Realm ain’t my responsibility since they rejected me. Now they pay the price”
Aegon is very aware that he is not fit to rule — maybe he might have been but his issues are all over the place — and he knows Ned is more clever than she lets on, he has seen it, and he’s a little spoiled shit anyway. So ofc their interactions would be fun 😂😂😂 he be like “Where’s ya husband, cousin?” a jab to her and Aemond alike and then be like “Ya know, I know, the Seven know. Are you more attached to reality than these idiots?”
Helaena is a baby and she must be protected at all costs, and Sansa is there for it. In the book it was Alicent and Helaena both who talked Aegon out of full war and convinced him to offer her peace terms. So she’s much more involved than the show made her — terrible really so we’ll see more of her. Sansa’ll make sure of it!
Aemond’s contingency plan wasn’t that bad, and it took into account several issues… still could the Greens claim to be better than the Blacks if they fought an intestine war between themselves? No. They love each other, they’re loyal — never forget Aegon commissioned ginormous statues of his brothers, Aemond never took the throne though he acted as Prince Regent and Daeron actually throw wine in the face of the lord who dared suggest he stole his brother’s crown.
Like Alicent did one thing right, she made sure her children would be united and loyal and true to each other — we see that also in the private dinner scene in the show, Aegon shoulders Aemond in his speech and immediately is ready to throw punches when the Black kids come for them making sure to humiliate them by slamming their face in the plate — 😂😂😂.
Lady Stark is much stronger than anyone gives her credit for, much more clever than anyone gives her credit for and much more good and brave than anyone gives her credit for. She’s going to eat you all alive and make of you all her project to save the North and you will do it gladly because she asked nicely. 😂😂😂
That’s Sansa superpower. Her own brand of magic.
Thank you again for dropping by and for the amazing review!
As always sending all my love ~G.
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omnivorousshipper · 2 years
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Happy Friday Omni!!! I was thinking about this all week 😅 How about the team getting exposed to a truth serum 😄😄 feelings are brought out between them all 😊 Shobbs, Rowen, Rattie your choice 💕💕💕
Happy Friday Friend!!
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'M EVER WRITING ABOUT TRUTH SERUM!! THANK YOU!!
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"Let's see if your crew is as loyal to you as you think, Toretto." Clarke chuckled from where he stood in the middle of them. Each of Dom's crew were chained to a chair, assembled into a circle so they could see each other.
Pulling on his own chains, Dom snarled at the man. He glanced around the abandoned warehouse and hoped someone, ie the Shaws, would be coming to their rescue soon. Because he didn't like the way a henchman was positioned behind everyone else in his crew.
"Stick 'em." Clarke told his men, who all produced a needle. Dom watched in horror as everyone was injected with a sickly purple substance.
"What are you doing?" Dom barked and desperately tried to get out of his bindings. He could see pain across everyone's faces, even though Letty seemed to be handling it well along with Luke. But both Ramsey and Roman looked sick. Tej was shaking his head in disgust and looked ready to vomit.
"Giving them a reason to finally be honest with you," Clarke chuckled before nodding towards his men. They all began leaving the building, Clarke leading the charge. "Enjoy your time together!"
And just like that, Dom and his crew were left stuck, with all of them injected with something horrible. Dreading what was coming, Dom carefully kept an eye on them.
"Letty? How are you feeling?" He called out and hated how spread out they were from each other.
"Sick." She grunted. "Like somethings in my throat and I want to puke but can't."
"Everyone else?"
"I don't feel good," Roman whined. "This feels like the first time I tried weed."
"How the fuck does weed make you feel like this?" Tej snapped. "My head is going to pop at this point."
"Guys! Shut up! I'm so sick of your whining!"
Everyone's heads toward Ramsey, who had her eyes clenched shut.
"You good, Polly pocket?" Letty called out.
"No! Every day, it's all bickering and complaining from you lot! It's a miracle you get anything done!" Ramsey nearly shouted.
Dom's eyebrows went high. Ramsey was normally so polite, he never would have expected her to say those things.
"Yeah and I'm sick of you and Tej acting like you're so much better than me! I understand things but when it comes to techno babble, nobody would understand! I'm not an idiot because of that!"
"You're an idiot because you never think before you act!" Tej snapped.
Dom frowned. His crew never acted this way to each other. Glancing over to Luke, who had yet to speak, he saw the man sitting rigid in his own chair. His eyes were glassy and far away.
"Everyone, calm down!" He shouted and was glad they listened. It was obvious they had hurt each other's feelings, when they normally wouldn't have gone that far. Was whatever Clarke gave them making them say their true feelings? "Look, whatever he gave you, it's making you say how you truly feel. Just try not to talk and help figure a way out for us."
"Easy for you to say." Letty sneered. "You're lucky that all these big bad guys want to keep you alive and don't care about us at all."
Immediately, Letty snapped her mouth shut and looked ashamed of herself. Bowing her head, she refused to meet Dom's eyes. Disheartened, Dom made sure they talked when she wasn't drugged up.
"What are you saying this is a truth serum?" Tej asked.
"Seems like." Dom grunted.
"So," Tej looked over at Ramsey. "This is a perfect time to tell us who you like. Me or Rome?"
Before Dom could yell at Tej for taking advantage of Ramsey, she blurted out:
"I have a girlfriend!"
Once again, everyone stared at her.
"I'm sorry," she looked almost in pain as she spoke. "I didn't know how to tell you, especially when she and I took a break when I met you guys. But we're back together."
"Congrats." Dom told her.
"And she's Deckard Shaw's little sister."
Dom sighed. Of course it got better.
"I'm dating Owen Shaw!"
Dom nearly got whiplash as he snapped his head to stare at Roman. The man was sweating horribly as he looked at everyone nervously.
"Well, we've actually been married for a year, but it was an accident!"
"How the hell do you accidentally marry someone?!" Letty yelled.
"We were both drunk in Vegas," Roman explained. "I woke up the next morning with a ring pop on my finger and a marriage certificate."
"Only you Roman." Letty mumbled.
"Anyone else dating a Shaw?" Dom rolled his eyes.
"I want to."
This time, everyone's eyes were on Luke, who looked so embarrassed, he wouldn't mind having the floor split open and swallow him.
"Wait, you and Deckard aren't dating?" Letty yelped.
"No?" Luke frowned.
"But you guys act like a married couple!" Tej said.
"I wish we were."
"Deckard wouldn't mind." Ramsey piped up before biting her lip to stop herself from talking.
"How do you know?" Luke asked.
"Deckard always complains about not knowing how to make a move on you." Roman told him instead.
As Roman, Luke, and Ramsey began to talk about the Shaws more in depth, Dom sighed and let his head roll back to stare at the ceiling.
Who knew the only thing his crew was truly hiding was about how much they loved the Shaws.
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A Flicker of Light, chapter 6 (a Star Wars story)
Story Summary: A canon divergent AU in which Luke Skywalker is raised within the Empire to be either his father's heir as a Sith Lord… or his replacement.
Chapter Summary: Luke and Mara are tasked with tracking and turning a Jedi apprentice.
FFN II AO3
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It had been one assignment after another, the Emperor's orders bouncing he and Mara from one planet to the next while his father could be found wreaking havoc on enemies of the Empire that conveniently appeared on the opposite side of the galaxy. Luke knew why, just as his father did. It was the truth no one acknowledged because it wouldn't do anyone any good. For now, Palpatine's orders were to be followed with the utmost loyalty, and Luke was proving himself the loyal little pet that the Sith Master wanted.
It had been just over a year when he learned that his father's and his paths were crossing. He reached out often, their bond as strong as ever no matter the distance, but he hadn't been so long without laying eyes on him since his father had found him with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Now, as the shuttle he and Mara piloted - the babysitters masquerading as pilots long since abandoned for a more discrete approach when available - came out of hyperspace in the Mustafar system, it was everything Luke could do to keep his expression even. It had been eight years since he'd been near the planet that he'd called home for the first year with his father. Life had taken him in many unexpected directions since then, but in many ways, it had started there. He'd learned to trust his father and his father had taught him more than Obi-Wan had ever dared. His father had faith in him. He knew what he could be and he trusted Luke in turn to fulfill his potential. Luke wouldn't let him down.
"Homesick?" Mara teased, nodding towards the volcanic planet just off to the left of its moon that was their actual destination.
"Just thinking."
"Loud enough for the whole system to hear."
He felt his face flush a little and his partner flashed a triumphant grin. He rolled his eyes, letting her enjoy herself at his expense. He'd get her back eventually in one of the few games they still indulged in.
"Lambda T-4, we have you entering the atmosphere of Nur," a voice chimed over the system, sounding more bored than Luke thought he'd ever heard. "Please state your business and clearance codes."
"Transmitting codes now," Mara answered, keying in their top secret clearance status codes that would bypass the first instruction.
There was a long moment as they continued their descent and Luke let his gaze sweep the crashing waves on the moon below. A year on Mustafar and he'd never given its moon much of a thought. It was beautiful, in its own dark and stormy way. The closer they drew, the more power he felt off of the waves as well as the giant fortress spiking up above the them. Fortress Inquisatorious didn't appear to have any shields, but there would be enough firepower to blast them out of the sky if some idiot got the codes crossed.
"Taking their time, aren't they?" he muttered, easing back on the descent ever so slightly.
Mara shrugged. "They're just verifying. Your dad should already be there, so they'll be expecting us."
Luke huffed a response and the comm system chimed. "Lambda T-4, you are cleared for landing in bay three." He picked up speed again and glanced at Mara.
"You haven't been here either, have you?"
"No. No real reason to deal with the Inquisitors until now." He felt her mood shift ever so slightly like it did when she was weighing a question. He motioned for her to go ahead. "I hate when you do that," she grumbled.
"Just ask."
"Zero patience." She shook her head, resetting. "Has your dad told you why we're being called in on this?"
Ah. Luke knew that Mara knew that he and Vader communicated, just as everyone involved simultaneously knew that it was frowned upon and impossible to stop. That's why she'd been hesitant to ask. He tilted his head, caught between pretending he didn't know what she was talking about and being straight with her. He flipped the switch and the thrusters allowed their shuttle to hover as it came into the dock. "No," he said at last and they touched down. His senses flooded with his father's presence and the smallest smiles touched his lips.
"A little professionalism, fly boy," she muttered, the nickname the only sign she was teasing as she stood and chatted for the exit. Luke punched the button for the back ramp and followed, pulling himself together. He was the son of Darth Vader, a future Sith. Someday he would command the Inquisitors and first impressions lasted.
The two teens exited the shuttle, drawing only a few glances at the fact that neither wore a uniform of any type. Instead they were both clad in dark colours, Luke's a bit more reminiscent of Jedi robes than Mara's, with lightsabers hanging from their belts on full display this time. Luke spotted his father in the distance with a tall, ashy-pale creature dressed in an Inquisitor's uniform with the same strange lightsaber fastened to his back that the Inquisitor his father had killed had had.
You've grown, the thought echoed over the bond he shared with his father and Luke wondered if it had been intentional.
"Lord Vader," Mara greeted, the closest thing to humility that Luke thought she could manage with his father. She turned towards the ashy-pale creature. "Grand Inquisitor."
"I'd heard rumour that the Emperor's Hand would be assisting on this," the Grand Inquisitor said, his tone almost amused as he looked Mara up and down. Then those eerie yellow eyes turned on Luke and the teen held his gaze unwaveringly. "And you… what might you be?"
"My son, Natus," Darth Vader boomed and there was something satisfying in the startled expression that the Grand Inquisitor couldn't keep from his face.
He regained his composure and gave the smallest of bows. "Lord Natus."
The title added weight to the Sith name he'd been given that Luke hadn't expected, but he kept his expression even and his gaze hard. "Father, I understand our next assignment is yours."
"It is," he confirmed. "Come." He turned, and Luke instantly fell into line with him, just a step and a half behind as had been their habit in the Palace, and it left Mara and the Grand Inquisitor in their wake. Strange how quickly the dynamic changed.
Do not dwell on her feelings, his father chided. In this matter, she answers to you.
They continued through the bay, Luke watching the Imperial soldiers and Inquisitors all around them. He reached out, trying to gauge the size of the fortress. It reached out and down, power radiating off of every wall as it held the waters out and, deeper down, something in. It was a prison. Interesting.
Father led them to what appeared to be a briefing room, surrounded by large windows that stood between them and the vast ocean on the other side. Inquisitors waited for them there and offered their lord a bow upon entry. Luke's gaze swept the two women - one a dark skinned Human with long braids and a hard look. The other appeared to be a Mirialan, though if she were, her green skin had paled so that it almost appeared a similar shade to the Grand Inquisitor - and he found the Human watching him back, the slight tilt of her head pulling her uniform back just enough to show the bandages beneath. Luke let his gaze turn lazy as the Grand Inquisitor moved forward, acting as a bridge between Darth Vader and those that did his bidding.
They had uncovered a confirmed rumour of a child - the Grand Inquisitor's word, though a little probing confirmed the child was closer to fifteen or sixteen - that had shown tremendous power. They had received permission to recruit and train the Force sensitive individual rather than destroying him.
"Then why haven't you?" Mara asked, her cold tone drawing a spike of irritation from both Sisters. Irritation… and embarrassment.
"Because they couldn't," Luke answered. "They tried and failed."
His father's breathing altered just enough for Luke to pick up on the snort that no one else seemed to notice. "Indeed, and their failure has opened an opportunity for you. You will deliver him here. He will not become a Jedi."
"How would he?" Luke asked. "Any Jedi that would teach him are dead."
The room grew a little colder as his father's mood shifted, but he was relatively certain that the chill was aimed at the Inquisitors. "Not all. Grand Inquisitor, provide my Master's Hand with anything she and my son will require. Natus."
The abrupt summoning caught him by surprise and Luke felt a flicker of curiosity from Mara as well. Just as quickly, she turned to the Grand Inquisitor and began drilling him for information
—-
Vader strode through Fortress Inquisitorius with intentional steps, military personnel and Inquisitors alike scattering to make way for the Sith Lord. Behind him he felt his son keeping up, his own footsteps much more certain than they had been when he left the Palace on Coruscant. He was older now and stronger. He'd always been quick to pick up on feelings around him, but to be able to pick apart what the Inquisitors had failed at from their own thoughts… He'd taken what his father had taught him and built on it. It was impressive, but that did not mean he had completed his training. He would be tested in ways he had not been yet.
Doors opened for them as Vader led Luke into another private meeting room and closed behind them. "The Emperor has been pleased with your progress," he stated, not turning to look at the boy who was quickly growing into a man outside of his father's care.
"We've had many successful missions. I admit, I was a little surprised we were called away from Lothal. We were making progress."
"An ISB agent has been sent in your stead." Vader paused at one of the large windows that opened out into the ocean and Luke came to stand next to him, his hands clasped behind his back and those blue eyes so like his own once were staring out into the depths. He watched him for a long moment, trying to get a better read on him. The last year had been difficult, even if neither were allowed to show it. Though if Palpatine's intention had been to drive a wedge between them, he'd been unsuccessful. He had missed his son, though. More than he had even given himself a moment to realize.
"You know… if anyone ever fires a couple rounds off in here, these windows aren't going to hold," Luke said as he touched the glass, his vocalized thought filling the empty air and intentionally quiet bond between them.
"No one is foolish enough to attack this fortress."
"It only takes one fool with what he believes is a purpose," Luke answered seriously, disproving Vader's immediate assumption that he'd just been filling the silence.
Luke shifted, but kept his shoulders back and his chin tilted up. "Mara and I have seen more than our share in the last few months, Father. I don't understand why."
"They are merely sparks that need to be extinguished. Do not concern yourself with them, Son. Instead, your focus must be on the task at hand." Blue eyes studied him internetly and Vader turned to face him fully. "Do not mistake the Inquisitors' failure for utter ineptitude."
Slowly, he saw the carefully crafted mask of stoicism start to crack. It was in the eyes first - Luke's eyes often betrayed him - and by the time it worked its way down to the way his lips quirked upward at one corner, his brows drawn down and his head tilted ever so slightly, the amusement had broken fully through. "Are you worried for me, Father?"
"Yes." The word rode out sharply on an exhaled breath and it served its purpose to startle some of the weight back into the conversation that should never have left it. He needed Luke to understand. He couldn't underestimate this foe. "Few Force-sensitives remain that have the untapped power to make them a potential use for the Inquisitor Program. Avron Elrick not only proved his potential, but training."
"You do think he has a Master," Luke mused softly, a little awe making it into his voice.
"Perhaps, but more likely a Padawan with delusions of grandeur. I do not require both, only Elrick."
"And if the delusional Padawan comes to his rescue?"
"Then you will kill him."
Vader felt the hesitation, even as Luke squared his shoulders a little. "Wouldn't two Inquisitors be better than one?"
"We are nearing the mark, my son. Soon you will join me, but to do that, you must commit and prove yourself capable."
Confusion flashed briefly over their bond. "I am capable, Father. I am committed."
"Then deliver Elrick and dispose of his would-be Master."
Father and son stood alone in the room, the younger desperately trying to regain control of his feelings that betrayed him. On impulse, Vader reached a gloved hand forward to rest briefly against the side of the teen's head. The words couldn't be spoken, but the meaning was clearly accepted, and Luke gave a short, terse nod. "I'll bring him to you, Father," he swore and turned on heel.
He'd grown in the last year. Matured. If Vader didn't secure his son at his side, Force only knew what would happen. The time was now, and he knew Luke would come out victorious. He was, afterall, his son.
For what little good the Inquisitors had done to bring in Avron Elrick, Third Sister had at least managed to plant a tracker on him during their battle. She'd been more offended than Mara thought she had the right to be when she'd questioned if that would actually lead them to Elrick, but the tracker had proved useful. They tracked him to the Bryx sector and must have damaged his hyperdrive because he didn't get very far after the short skirmish.
"Is that where he landed?" Luke asked as he slipped into the co-pilot seat, finally relinquishing his post in the gunnery station, and motioned towards the splotchy red and brown planet below.
"It is. What can you find on it?"
He already has a datapad in hand, scrolling through the details. "Anzat," he read aloud. "Breathable atmosphere, looks like we have a presence there and it looks like there's really only one spaceport. I'm sending down an alert to grab him when he lands."
"They won't be able to hold him," Mara counted and received a shrug for her efforts.
"Worth a shot."
"Anything in the databanks to indicate if he has allies there?"
"You mean a Master?" She heard his fingers dance across the screen as she took them into orbit. "Maybe… there's only been one known Jedi noted in Anzati history. She never made it past Knighthood, but there's also no record of her death. Karis Sali."
"Could be who he's running towards."
Luke made a small, noncommittal sound. "I don't know… I think these records must be incomplete. Says she was born three hundred years ago."
"Then just a place to hide," Mara agreed and the spaceport was coming into view as they descended.
They landed without any trouble, but as predicted it had been a waste of time to involve the local security. Two men dead and at least five more injured, Elrick was nowhere in sight. Thankfully their beacon was still active.
Active, and leading them below the spaceport and into the valley that was filled with mist. They lost precious time as one well-meaning Imperial transport pilot tried to talk what he thought were just two kids out of the pursuit. They shook him, finally, and started after their mark.
"You think he's heard one too many specter tales?" Mara asked as her boots skidded in the soft mud on their way into the valley.
"Maybe not. Even our records had some spooky descriptions of the natives," Luke answered with an unexpected seriousness lacing his voice. "They feed on a sentient's essence, supposedly."
"Did your dad say anything about them?"
"No."
"Meaning it could be untrue, could be he didn't know, or…"
"Could be he wanted us to figure it out for ourselves." They hit the bottom and she could barely make him out just a handful of steps away the fog was so thick. "He seemed to think this was a big one. Maybe the one that lets me join him."
Mara frowned a little at that. He hadn't talked about joining his father for a good two or three months now. She'd hoped he'd accepted his place, at least for the time being, but there they were again. "Do you really want to?" she asked carefully, inching towards him.
"Of course. That was the whole point of this."
She pushed a sharp breath out through her nose. "Glad to know I was just a landing pad on your way across the galaxy."
"That's not what I meant!" he argued, and he must have realized his voice was as loud as she had. He grimaced and turned to look at her, mist dancing across his skin and his eyes were the clearest part of him. "It's not what I meant," he repeated, though quietly this time. "I just mean it's the next phase. I join my father, learn the ropes of the Imperial Navy, and you—"
"Go on alone," she finished for him.
His hand snapped out, catching her by the wrist. "You're never alone, Mara. I'd never—"
It hit them both at once. A fluctuation in the Force. A warning. He released her and they both grabbed for their lightsabers, purple and red igniting just in time as green came slicing through the mist. Mara caught the blade with her own and she felt Luke take an intentional step back. Suddenly, the mist started to part, rolling outward and away from them at his command, and it revealed Elrick on the other end of the lightsaber.
He was tall, with narrow eyes the colour of lava and skin almost as dark as the stone it would have created, blue-tinted blood caking the side of his face. Now open and on display, he lashed out, swinging his blade around expertly at her and using his height to his advantage as he barreled down on her.
But Luke came from the other side, splitting Elrick's attention. The older teen parried well enough, his boots slipping in the muck all three were battling in. He swung, he parried, but Mara and Luke had spent their childhood sparring against each other and the past year honing their partnership. It wasn't long before the green lightsaber was driven from his grasp and he backed up and away from their blades. "Kill me then. I won't go with you," he snarled.
"That's not your fate today," Luke answered as he adjusted his grip on his blade.
Mara was ready to join him as he started forward, but suddenly every muscle tensed like it had been frozen in place. Her fingers twitched without command and her lightsaber fell, the blade snapping out of existence, and a sense of dread crept up from behind her like the mist.
"Mara!" Luke shouted, but Elrick had taken advantage of her immobility and had called his lightsaber to him. Green clashed with red and the older teen drove Luke back so that there was a greater distance.
A strangled curse left her as the mist crept around, a figure that was vaguely human emerging. Grey skin and dark hair, the woman's coal-black eyes felt like they cut through to her soul, and all at once Mara couldn't help but remember Luke's description of them: they fed on the essence of sentient beings.
The creature circled her, even as lightsabers hummed and clashed in battle behind, and Karis Sali tilted her head. "Have you come then, to take my apprentice for the Empire?"
If the Anzat woman expected Mara to answer, she should have loosened her grip. As it stood she felt like she was being crushed by some unseen force. Or perhaps the unseen Force. It was strange. Maybe this is what it felt like when a Jedi used the Force, but Mara would have thought there was less darkness involved. Less barely-bridled rage.
Sali came to stand directly in front of her and she tilted her head. Mara could feel her rummaging inside of her mond. "You are more," the Anzat murmured. "So much more, yet so much less than what you could be. You serve the one that will bleed you dry because you do not know anything else. Your family, your life… all stripped from you. There will be nothing left if you devote yourself to an empty cause."
"You know nothing," Mara managed.
"I took an oath once," Sali said, "to put away my cravings, these desires of my kin. The Jedi Order helped me find another way. I can help you find another way."
Mara flexed her fingers as best she could against the hilt of her lightsaber, but it barely moved. "The Order is dead."
"Perhaps it is." A sadness made its way into Sali's face and it shifted, pockets opening up in her cheeks to produce tentacles. "And we are both doomed."
The Anzat woman approached and Mara struggled against her hold.
—-
Luke found himself face down in the mud, muscles burning and temper blazing. He'd been up against foes of every shape and size in the last year, but never a Force-sensitive. He'd been waiting for the opportunity usually only allotted to his father and his Inquisitors, but there he was squandering it. Elrick, even injured, was fast on his feet. Fast, nimble, and - just as Father had warned him - powerful. With a sweep of Elrick's arms, the Force had turned against Luke and had sent him skidding back so that he tumbled feet over head.
He snarled dangerously as he pulled himself to his feet, calling his lightsaber to his hand. The hilt snapped to his palm just in time to flick the trigger and brace himself against the incoming swing of green. Luke pushed back, swung hard, and skidded to his knees to duck the swipe at his head. He popped up on the other side, taking advantage of a rock to leverage his weight off of as he let the Force propel him upward, and he flipped while still in the air so that he could land a blow as he passed. His red blade connected with green, stopping his forward movement, and instead he focused his power downward and drove the would-be Jedi to his knees.
A silent, mental scream broke through his concentration as he landed, and Luke's head whipped around to where Sali loomed over Mara, tentacles extended as if she intended to feed off of her. "No!" he screamed, flinging his hand out and power erupted from him. It lifted the Anzat Jedi from the muddy ground, suspending her there with her limbs outstretched and her head tilted back and far away from mara.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel Elrick stand to take another swing at him and his opposite hand swung out, two fingers lifting from his lightsaber was all it took to drive Elrick back in his fury.
Mara still hadn't budged from her terrifyingly taught position that Sali had frozen her in and Luke stalked forward. "Let her go!"
"Only if you let us go!" the Anzat answered, straining to speak from where she was suspended. "We want nothing of you."
"And I need nothing from you," Luke said and his fingers twitched. Bones snapped and life evaporated from her dark eyes as he allowed her body to crash to the ground.
Mara sucked in a strangled breath even as Elrick screamed behind them, anguish ripping through the air as he raced forward, desperate to end the battle no matter if he found his vengeance or his death. Luke used the Force to redirect the blade and he slipped around, blocked it at his back as he pivoted, and swung around with his opposite hand and lifted Erick in the air as he had his Master. The other teen gargled and choked against the invisible hold and Luke felt the anger threaten to overtake him.
But killing him wasn't the goal.
With effort, he released the newly unconscious Elrick down into the mud and turned back to where Mara had collapsed. Fear surged and Luke darted forward only to drop to his knees next to his friend. "Mara?" he called desperately, his palm against her cheek. He hadn't seen how close Sali had gotten. If she's gotten her tendrils on her and drained her. If she had…..
"Don't go," Luke begged softly, cradling her. "Don't go."
And in his arms, she didn't budge.
There had been a consistent cold that clawed at him even after leaving Anzat as if the mist had worked its way though his skin, permeating his muscles and clinging to his bones. It wrapped around his lungs and filled his mind, whispering words of doubt following him wherever he went, despite the overall success of the mission. The Jedi was dead, the apprentice had been delivered to Fortress Inquisatorious, and the medics said that Mara should wake soon.
But they'd said that yesterday. They'd said it when they'd arrived the day before that too. The longer she slept, the more the whispers felt true: he hadn't been strong enough and he'd failed her. He gave an involuntary shiver and tried to push them back. She'd be okay. She had to be.
Luke pulled in a deep, steadying breath through his nose as he approached the door leading to the lower chambers. Father had arrived back on the planet and he'd been summoned. He thought the medical staff - slim as it was in the Fortress - was likely relieved to see him go. He had only left Mara's side when pulled away by duty. It was the only reason he'd left now.
He moved through the dark hall, and he couldn't help it when the tombs on either side drew his attention. Frozen there were sentients of every shape and size, and at the end he saw the newest addition: Karis Sali, her neck still at an odd angle from where he'd snapped it. Luke stopped and stared, uncertain how he should feel about the trophy on display that had once been a living, breathing sentient.
"You really must be his son to have been able to defeat her."
Luke whipped around at the unexpected voice. How the Third Sister had been able to creep up on him like that, he had no idea. She either had mental barriers that anybody would have killed for or he really was distracted. Maybe a bit of both. Whichever the case, he felt the briefest flicker of smugness from her and she nodded towards the end of the hall. "Your father is waiting."
He moved past her, walls falling back into place and she felt like a void of anger and bitterness and ambition, just like her brothers and sisters. She didn't walk with him, but he felt her watch him to the end of the hall and the door that opened for him there. On the other side stood his father with another Inquisitor. Elrick was strapped to a table, sweat standing against dark skin, and he struggled to pull air into his lungs.
What's happening? Luke asked over their bond, not willing to put his ignorance on display.
"He is being remade," his father answered out loud, drawing Elrick's attention. The teen let out an almost feral scream at the sight of Luke and a wave of cold slammed into him. It was all he could do to remain steady under it and the Inquisitor returned to his work, the torture reclaiming Elrick's attention.
Luke grimaced, turning his gaze to his father and reminding himself what Elrick's Master had done to Mara. There was a long, brutal moment before the Dark Lord turned, cape whipping at his ankles and his son was relieved to follow him out. Thankfully, the Third Sister was nowhere to be seen as they exited, the door stifling Elrick's screams behind them.
"Do not waste your pity on him, my son. He would have struck you down the first chance he had. Now, we will break him and the pieces will be put together as an Inquisitor. He will serve you."
"I don't need his service," Luke managed, the chill running through him again.
"And yet you will have it. You have earned it." There was a moment when only the mechanical breathing from his father's suit filled the silence. "When she wakes, you will return to Coruscant with the Hand. She will make her report and you will join me then. I have foreseen it."
Luke swallowed hard, the thought of parting with Mara leaving him sadder than he would have admitted out loud. He pursed his lips, wondering if there was a way he could ask for more time without it sounding like he had changed his mind. He still wanted to join his father, but almost losing Mara was like a terrible glimpse into what life would be like without her and he hated it.
Another chill ran up his spine and he squeezed his eyes closed. "Father, I think they did something to me. I don't know what, but since Anzat it's been so cold."
There was a flicker over their bond. A heaviness of guilt that Luke rarely felt from his father. And just as quickly as it had come, it was shut off again. "I once taught you to sharpen your fear to your advantage. This too will strengthen you."
"How?"
"You will learn to use it. I will teach you once you have joined me on the Executioner."
"Why not now?" Luke pressed. He didn't like the idea of living with this terrible feeling any longer than he had to. It weighed on him like it might pull him under if it stayed with him too long.
"It will take time." His father turned, and Luke could feel yellow eyes watching him from behind his mask. "It will not always feel like weakness," he promised, his voice a little softer.
"I trust you," Luke promised and raised his head.
"You did well, my son. Go. It won't be long."
Exactly what wouldn't be long, Father didn't say. He strode forward, leaving Luke to find his way back to the small medical wing alone.
She couldn't remember what had happened. There'd been something between landing on Anzat and the sharp smell of a medical facility, but Mara couldn't remember what that was. Her mind felt sluggish, but she pushed past the haze and into consciousness, she found her training fell into place without effort and fed her details about her surroundings. Sharp angles, echoing footsteps, a tiny room… It was too small to be the medical wing on Coruscant and too well stocked to be Anzat. Nur then. She'd been dragged back for delivery, which at least meant Luke had gotten out alive. Probably. She looked to her left and then to her right. No, definitely.
In a chair, slumped at what would prove was a horribly uncomfortable angle once he woke up, slept Darth Vader's son. She watched him for a long moment, taking in the familiar features of the boy that had managed to worm his way past every defense she had and had become her friend. She'd fought with him, bled with him, and saved his life on more than one occasion. It looked like his turn to save her this round.
He stirred and Mara let her eyes slip closed again. She heard him stretch, the chair scraping and he popped his neck loudly before a long moment of silence. "You just going to keep pretending to be asleep?" he finally asked, and Mara couldn't help her own snort of amusement over it as she let her eyes slip open. Luke stood over her bed now. "How're you feeling?"
She took a moment, carefully stretching out each limb and each digit, finding everything exactly where it should be. "Whole."
"Listen to that vote of confidence," her friend snarked, but the amusement didn't reach his eyes.
"What happened?"
"You had a run in with an Anzati Jedi that nearly killed you. You've been out for a couple of days."
"Did you… win against them both?"
"You don't have to sound so surprised."
"Yes I do. Two Jedi? You're good, but…"
He gave a shrug. "There was a lot riding on it."
"Right. Joining your dad on the Executioner."
His blue eyes flickered to meet hers and Mara was a little taken back by the intensity in them. "I thought she was going to kill you. I thought you were… I killed her before she could. I ended it." He pressed his lips together, looking away and a shiver passed through him.
Mara reached out, her fingers light on his wrist as she pulled him towards the bed and scooted to give him room. He took it, but instead of sitting on the edge like she'd expected he folded his legs up and slid them under the blankets to settle back against the headboard. "Okay then," she snorted, but leaned against his arm, the closeness comforting in the wake of what they'd been through. "Thank you. For saving my life."
"You've done it for me."
"And I'll do it again," she promised and heard him sigh, dropping his head to the side so that his cheek rested against her red hair. "You're going, aren't you?"
"Guess that depends on what you tell the Emperor."
"Do you want to go?"
"I don't want to leave you."
"That's not an answer."
"Sure it is." He slunk down just a little. "Could we not talk about it?"
Mara nodded and sighed, letting her eyelids droop and she hooked her arm through his. It was stupid. It wasn't like he was leaving the Empire. He was just continuing his training. They'd see each other. They'd have missions that crossed, the Emperor would make sure of it. She knew all of that, but even as she tightened her hold on him and he leaned in a little more, she couldn't help but feel like this was the beginning of the end.
TBC
Notes: And Luke takes another step into the Dark Side... This was a tough one to write, but fell nicely into place once I decided on the planetary backdrop for their chase. Major shoutout to Nimata_beroya for the the planet recommendation. The Anzat are only in the Legends stories now, I believe, and they're super creepy, so it sort of matched nicely for Halloween weekend. It worked out very well for what I needed though and it was really fun to have a brief moment with the Grand Inquisitor before he flings himself into oblivion rather than answer to Vader for failing him. Speaking of that... there may be a future chapter that Rebels fans will enjoy soon ;)
Next Time: Luke adjusts to his new life on the Executioner.
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Tales of the Rays: Mirrage Prison (English)
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CHAPTER 5: THE DARK WOLF THAT SMOLDERS (PART 10+11)
(Part 9)
We last left off with Yuri finding out that someone else was in control of the body of his childhood friend: Flynn. This person, apparently, goes by Baldr and hinted that their situation may be more complicated. Yuri was completely uninterested in hearing this out and attacked.
Oh, yeah and Nazar is here, too.
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Karol: Doesn’t it look like Yuri’s in an overray state? ユーリのあれって、オーバーレイだよね?
Luke: Yeah, looks like it. So that’s Flynn? Every time their swords connect, an amazing light comes out. みたいだな。フレン?と剣を合わせたらすげえ光が出やがった。
Nazar: So… that’s a jouhari mirrage. * あのカ……やはり浄玻璃鏡か。
Yuri: …Hey, I'll say it one more time. Give that body back. ……おい、もう一度言うぜ。その体、返せ。
Baldr: …I can’t give it back. ……返すことはできない。
Baldr: I can’t give you this Nexus’ anima back. In order to protect Princess Mercuria and Prince Woden, I— この鏡映点のアニマは渡せない。メルクリア様とウォーデン様をお守りするためにも——
Nazar: Baldr! Woden is dead! Don’t use that name! バルド!ウォーデンは死んだ!その名を呼ぶな!
Baldr: …………。
Raven: …Oh, so it’s Baldr who's wearing Flynn’s skin. And that's Woden? Well, this sounds like a pretty big deal. ……へえ、フレンちゃんの皮かぶってるのはバルドさんか。んでそっちがウォーデン様ってことかな?まーお偉そうなこと。
Raven: In spite of your status, you’re fighting dirty and sneaking around that shimmera of yours. Wonder what that says about you as a man? その割には光魔の後ろにコソコソ隠れて卑怯な戦いかたしてるじゃない。いやはや、ご身分の程が知れるねぇ。
Baldr: Be more respectful! How dare you speak like that to the crown prince of the Bifrost Kingdom! 不敬な!ビフレスト皇国皇太子にむかってその口のきき方は——!
Nazar: Baldr, they’re trying to provoke you. Don’t rise to it. バルド、これは挑発だ。乗るな。
Baldr: …I apologize. ……申し訳ありません。
Raven: I see. And you are the prince's loyal subordinate. No wonder you act like a knight. なるほど。そしてお前さんは皇子様の忠実な部下ってわけね。どおりで動きも騎士然としてるわけだわ。
Nazar: You…like to talk big, don’t you? Be careful you don’t go too far. 貴様……大した口の回りょうだが、過ぎれば災いを呼ぶぞ。
Yuri: You’re warning us? Talk to me frankly. I want to know what’s going on with Flynn— そりゃ自分らのことだろ?素直にベラベラしゃべってくれてよ。その調子でフレンのことも——
Soldier: General Nazar! Flynn! What’s going on!? ナーザ様!フレン様!いったいこの騒ぎは! ?
Nazar: They're intruders. I'll leave the rest to you. こいつらは侵入者だ。後は任せる。
Soldier: Right! Behave yourselves! はっ!貴様ら、大人しくしろ!
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Yuri: Hey, don’t run from me! I ain't done talking yet! おい、てめえ待ちやがれ!話はまだ終わってねぇ!
Nazar: C’mon, Flynn, I’m closing the gate. 来いフレン。ゲートを閉じるぞ。
Luke: They’re getting away! Come on—damn it, these guys won’t get out of the way! あいつ逃げるぞ!早く——くそっ、お前ら邪魔すんなっての!
Velvet: This many, right off the bat—!? この程度、すぐに——!
Nazar: …A common soldier isn’t strong enough. This, then. ……雑兵では足止めには弱いか。ならば。
Karol: Another shimmera! また光魔!
Nazar: It seemed you weren’t satisfied. I’m leaving you a souvenir. —Come, Flynn. 物足りないようだからな。置き土産だ。 ——早くしろ、フレン。
Baldr: Right, Nazar. I’m coming. わかったよナーザ。今行く。
Yuri: Damn it! I won’t let you get away! Let's get this over with! クソッ、逃がすか!さっさと片付けんぞ!
* jouhari / 浄玻璃 is a mirror found in hell, specifically in Enma’s chamber, that allows people to see their good and bad deeds reflected in it. I have no idea how to translate this so I simply will not!
PART 11
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Soldier: Call for more reinforcements! もっと援軍を呼べ!
Yuri: Tsk, one after another... Get out of the way! チッ、次から次へと……。てめえら、どきやがれっ!
Guy: Yuri, Laphicet will cover you with his artes! Stop being so reckless and fall back! ユーリ、ライフィセットが術で援護する!無茶しないで一旦下がれ!
Yuri: I’m not being reckless. I’m finishing this here and now! 無茶なんかしてねえよ。すぐに終わらせるさ!
    [ Yuri runs off ]
Guy: Yuri! ユーリ!
    [ Time Skip ]
Yuri: This is it—last one! こいつで——最後だ!
Laphicet: Wow, it’s finally over! ...But... すごい、本当にすぐ終わっちゃった! ……だけど……。
Karol: ...Yuri, you can’t just do that. ……ユーリ、今のは駄目だよ。
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Yuri: What are you talking about? Rather than talk, we need to hurry up and— 何がだ?そんなことより、さっさと——
Karol: “We need to hurry up”... Yuri, you idiot! そんなことよりって……ユーリのバカッ!
Yuri: Karol...? カロル……?
Karol: When you jumped out earlier, wasn’t Raven trying to stop you!? さっきユーリが飛び出した時、レイヴンは止めたんだよ!?
Karol: And when Guy was overseeing the fight, you ignored him. Yuri, you’re fighting like you’re all alone! 今だってガイが戦況を見てくれてた。なのに……。ユーリ、なんで一人で戦ってるのさ!
Karol: We all have to support each other, and always act with the best interest of the guild, right? You’re not alone right now, Yuri! 一人はギルドのために、ギルドは一人のために——でしょ?ユーリは今、一人じゃないんだ!
Yuri: ———!
Karol: I know you’re worried about Flynn. But...Yuri, seeing you act like this... フレンのことが心配なのもわかってる。でもさ……でも、こんなユーリ……。
Yuri: ...Good grief, I’m pathetic. ……ったく、情けねぇ。
Karol: ...Huh? ……え?
Yuri: I’m sorry. All the blood was rushing to my head, but you woke me up. すまねぇ。頭に血がのぼってた。おかげで目が覚めたぜ。
Yuri: Thanks, Boss. ありがとな、首領。
Karol: Yuri...! ユーリ……!
Raven: That’s the determined face of our Chief! Jeez, kiddo! ...You really are getting older. 首領の面目躍如だな。少年! ……ホント、おっさん増々年とっちゃうよ。
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Luke: ……。
Guy: Luke, is something wrong? ルーク、どうした?
Luke: I...said something similar to Ix back when we first met. 俺、イクスと会ったまつかの時に、似たようなこと言ったことがあってさ。
Luke: “You’re not alone. Believe in your friends.” Seeing these guys just now...it made me a little nostalgic. 「一人じゃない。仲間を信じる」って。それ思い出して……少し懐かしくなった。
Guy: You said that? I see... I’m really happy to hear that. お前が?そうか……。なんかちょっと感慨深いな。
Luke: It’s not that big of deal. なんだよ、それ。
Guy: Then we'd better get Ix out fast so we don't betray those words! —Yuri, are you ready to go? なら、その言葉を裏切らないためにも、早くイクスを助けないとな! ——ユーリ、行けるか?
Yuri: Yeah, I’ve caused some problems. But, I’m okay now. Repede, let’s go get them! ああ。みんなにも迷惑かけたな。もう大丈夫だ。ラピード、奴らを追ってくれ!
Repede: Woof!! ワンッ!!
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Yuri: ...But those two are even crazier than I thought. They're planning on bringing the people of Bifrost back from the dead. ……しかしあの二人、思ったよりもヤバいこと考えてんな。死んだビフレスト国民を甦らせるだとよ。
Raven: Heck, it's not just about reviving the land itself, it's about reviving the entire Bifrost of the past. What the hell. ったく、お国の再興どころか、過去のビフレスト丸ごとって感じだね。ありゃ。
Guy: Resurrecting the dead and bringing back a fallen country? ...Idiotic. 死者を復活させて、滅びた国を甦らせるか。 ……バカげてる。
Luke: ...Guy... ……ガイ。
Yuri: What’s more, they’re experimenting on living people to do it. ...Damn it! しかもあいつら、その計画に生きてる人間を使いやがって。 ……くそっ!
Karol: ...Will Flynn ever get back to normal? ……フレン、元にもどるよね?
Yuri: Of course! If we can't get Flynn back here, we'll grab him and drag him back to the hideout. たりめーだ!ここでフレンに戻せねえならあいつを捕まえてアジトに連れ帰る。
Yuri: Then, we can spend as much time as we need kicking that Baldr guy out. そこでゆっくり、バルドってのを追い出してやるさ。
Raven: Kick him out, huh? ...But, kid, aren't you a little curious about why they were talking about Flynn's anima? 追い出す、か。 ……なあ青年、あいつらフレンのアニマがどうとか言ってたよね。ちょいと気にならない?
Yuri: Flynn’s anima... フレンのアニマ……。
Repede: —! *growls* ——!グルルルルッ……。
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    [ Mithos enters ]
Mithos: ...…Huh, what are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be in here. ……へえ、なんでこんな所にいるの?お前たちが入ってきていい場所じゃないんだけど。
Velvet: Who are you?  Step aside. We won’t hold back if you try anything. なによあんた。そこどきなさい。怪我してもしらないわよ。
Yuri: Wait, this guy...  You’re Mithos, right? Blonde, strangely calm, a brat. 待て、こいつ……。そうかお前、ミトスだろ?金髪の妙に落ち着いたガキ。
Mithos: —And? You’re a black-haired, short-tempered bastard. ——だから何?黒髪の短気な劣悪種。
Yuri: Where did Nazar go? You should have seen him. ナーザたちはどこに行った。こっちに来たはずだぜ。
Mithos: It's no use chasing him.  He’s in a place you can't see anyway.  Well then, see ya. 追いかけたって無駄だよ。どうせ会えない場所にいるから。それじゃあね。
Luke: Oh, see you later... Wait! At least tell us where Nazar is! じゃあねって……おい!ナーザの居場所を言ってけよ!
Mithos: —What a noisy, defective doll. I’m in a hurry. You’re lucky I’m sparing you, go look around if you want. ——うるさいよ。出来損ないのお人形さん。こっちは急いでるんだ。見逃してあげるから、後は好きにすれば。
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    [ Dist enters ]
Dist: Oh, well, well, well, well, well~? Mithos the Divine, what did you just say? おやおやおやおや~?今なんと言いましたか?飛天のミトス。
Mithos: Oh, it’s the flying paramecium. 空飛ぶゾウリムシか。
Dist: Keeeeeeeee!! How dare you speak to me like that!? キィィィィィィィ!!何なんですか、その言い種は!
Dist: This is how you behave when dirty little rats have snuck into our home? Those didn't sound like the words of a great general. 大体、忍び込んだ汚らしいドブネズミに、後は好きにしろですって?偉大なる四幻将の言葉とは思えませんねえ。
Dist: I will have to report this to Mercuria immediately. I wonder what kind of punishment she'll mete out— このことは早速、メルクリアに報告をしなければ。さて、どんなお仕置きが下るでしょうねぇ。
Dist: —on your sister? あなたの姉上に。
Mithos: —To think I’m being ordered to exterminate rats by a lesser being. ——劣悪種にネズミ退治を命じられるとはね。
Yuri: —Here he comes! ——来るぞ!
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Tattoos Masterlist
Blowing Kisses Like We're Lovers (ao3) - hukelemmings (dafeedil) michael/luke T, 1k
Summary: “You haven’t been in for weeks. You were supposed to come in so I could check your lip.” Michael scolds, and it’s honestly the last thing Luke expected him to say. He misses the flirting, he wants it back.
“Yeah, well, I’m here now. Maybe you can come over here and check it for me.” Luke bites his lip, making sure to run his tongue over the black metal in his lower lip. Michael’s eyes are honed in on the movement, and Luke can’t help but smile, knowing he fascinates the red haired boy like this.
Or, Luke comes back to the tattoo parlor for a new piercing, and Michael is awfully excited to see him.
End Up Here (ao3) - Hoodie, orphan_account luke/calum E, 2k
Summary: Calum was always going to the Bar where a bartender named Luke worked, and finally gets his attention after being his loyal customer.
Galaxies (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton G, 508
Summary: Ashton's writing his wedding vows and thinking back to moments in his life with Luke.
I listen to the song on repeat from the other night, (ao3) - gayformichael (youregoingtobeamazing) michael/calum N/R, 7k
Summary: "But you do like it, right?" "Of course I love it you dork, but mine is going to be way better." "Oh really? What’s your oh-so-brilliant tattoo idea then?" "Well… I haven’t decided yet. But, when I do, it’s gonna be dope."
Or the one where Michael and Calum get their first tattoos and are totally gone for each other.
'I should ink my skin, with your name' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael michael/luke G, 1k
Summary: Black ink finally marking Luke’s skin wasn’t what scared him the most, he was happy with the words and their meaning; it was the nervous bubble of butterflies in his stomach that reminded you that soon Michael would see the two words inked there, and he may not be happy with them and their meaning. His reaction was the only one that really mattered.
or Luke gets a tattoo and Michael really wants to find out what it is
Just Like A Tattoo (ao3) -89IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke T, 59
Summary: Michael is an idiot but at least he's Luke's idiot.
Let's Forget Who We Are (ao3) - flowercrownmikey luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 2k
Summary: Soulmate AU
"The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes, let's forget who we are and dive into the dark." Ashton quoted directly without even needing to look at his stomach. He'd been trying to figure out what song it had come from for the last week. He knew the lyric off by heart now.
Or// Ashton doesn't know what song his soulmates new favorite lyric is from until its being played to him by a boy with an acoustic guitar and an amazing voice.
never said that life was easy, but we're gonna make it work (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 1k
Summary: In which Luke gets a tattoo for Ashton, who loved gardenias (and Luke)
Polarize (ao3) - radioactive_pizza michael/luke G, 1k
Summary: // the one where mikey is really fucking adorable so his daddy brings him presents
Roses Are Red (ao3) - mukeclemmings luke/calum, minor michael/ashton T, 5k
Summary: Ashton and Luke open a flower shop next door to a tattoo parlor, and relationships blossom (quite literally).
the first mark is the deepest (ao3) - yehwellwhatever michael/luke G, 100
Summary: Ashton tried to convince Luke not to do it. He failed.
To The Moon (ao3) - SecondsOfMuke michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 4k
Summary: They say that when you find your soulmate, you can hear each other's thoughts. They say that when you find your soulmate, no one else will ever matter except for that one person. But they never said anything about what to do when you didn't find your soulmate.
Or, When Michael gets his soulmate tattoo and Luke refuses to take his shirt off.
We Go Deeper Than Skin (ao3) - bluenna calum/ashton, michael/luke N/R, 2k
Summary: The marks are a family trait. Ashton has none.
when do flowers bloom? (ao3) - CalmCake Luke/Calum T, 917
Summary: when do flowers bloom? (i always forget)
or; Calum loves Luke's tattoos.
Your Dumb Tattoo (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, calum/ashton G, 2k
Summary: In a world where soulmates are found by losing something of worth to you, Michael happens to lose something so noticeable, making his secret infatuation with his band mate known.
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