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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Where Did The Time Go?

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: Rossi (eventually -Reid) goes on her first case with the team.

A/N: This is set pre S1E1. In that episode we find out that there is an opening at the BAU and that one of Gideon’s friends died in the blast (I’d imagine the other 5 agents were from SWAT, not the BAU). So Agent Archie Reeves is an OC that fills that spot. He’d be closer to Gideon’s age and probably a long time friend of his, but I imagine he transferred to the Quantico team after RR graduated high school and Rossi retired so he wouldn’t know her very well.

CW: typical criminal minds stuff

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It was 3 AM when you got a call from Gideon, telling you to get to the BAU as fast as possible. It was like experiencing a strange form of deja vu- you’d never been called in the middle of the night for a case, but your childhood was filled with waking at strange hours to give your dad a hug before he left to save the world. You got dressed quickly, not bothering to put on makeup, grabbed your go bag and headed out of your apartment. Everything about it was different than when you were little, except the clicking sound of the lock on the door- that was still, somehow, the same.

The entire drive to Quantico, you felt your blood begin to rush. When you got into the elevator with Agent Reeves, you felt like you were about to jump out of your skin and your heart was about to beat out of your chest. The other agent smiled at you.

“So,” he drew the word out. “Are you ready to work your first case?”

“If we want to be technical, I’ve been working cases since I was about fifteen. This is just the first time I’m on the payroll,” you said, not looking at Reeves. It was true. As a teenager you used to procrastinate your homework by watching the other agents. A few times you got daring and would take a case file or two from someone’s office while they weren’t looking. They never did catch you.

Gideon was already there, of course, as was Hotch. They were sitting at the conference room table already, talking to JJ.

You weren’t sure what to think of the young blonde. She was added to the team at the same time you were, but of course she had been training to be the team communications coordinator while you spent most of your time working on files alone or working together with Spencer while Gideon advised the two of you. You’d only just met her last week and the two of you hadn’t had much time to talk about anything other than paperwork. She seemed nice enough, but she also reminded you a little too much of the mean girls in high school.

“Take a seat,” Hotch said as he looked over some paper. “Morgan is talking to Garcia. We’re just waiting on Reid to get here and then we can get started.”

You took your normal seat and then pulled out your phone, sending a message to your dad that you were most likely going to be out of town. He would know what you meant. You hoped he would be proud.

Morgan walked into the room with his usual swagger and sat down just before Spencer rushed into the room- looking slightly more dishelved than normal. It was a good look, you decided, when Spencer looked a bit bedraggled with his loose tie slightly crooked and his hair not gelled down as smooth as normal.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said and took a seat next to you.

“Let’s get started,” Gideon said, ignoring Spencer’s apology.

JJ began to present the case and for some reason, you couldn’t help but remember that she was older than you by about three years. You and Spencer wouldn’t have been the first very young agents in the unit- your dad and Gideon had been no older than 23 when they joined the BSU. But that was back before being a part of the BAU was something elite.

Spencer’s reason for being picked for the team was obvious, but the only thing obvious about why you were there was because you were a Rossi. You hoped that wasn’t the only reason.

JJ finished presenting the case, but it was clear that the team would need to be on scene. “Would you like to do the honors, Hotch?” Gideon asked.

“Wheels up in twenty,” Hotch responded.

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The jet was really cool.

Like, really cool.

You sat next to the window and began to go over the case file. There were a few theories you had running through your mind, but there wasn’t enough evidence to bring them to conclusion. You knew that once the team got to the local precinct, could walk the crime scenes, and talk to more people the profile would become far more clear.

The rest of the team was talking, and you were listening, but you didn’t speak. It wasn’t in your nature to be quiet, but you figured that being on your first case called for taking a back seat. Spencer had just finished answering a statistics question when Gideon looked at you. “(Y/N),” he said. “Do you see anything?”

You thought about it for a second. There was one thing…

“There are a few behavioral conflicts,” you said. Just letting the words slip out of you created a fire in your belly- burning with the desire to prove yourself and your worth. “He chooses lower class women and his signature shows that he hardly cares about them, but he dresses them before dumping their bodies.”

“Why does that matter?” Morgan asked. Of course it would have been Morgan who questioned you. Hotch and Gideon had all known you for years, you could already tell that Reeves was more of a scoffer than a questioner, and Spencer was too timid to say anything.

“It’s something to keep in mind,” said Hotch.

“Alright,” Gideon said. “Spencer and Reeves go to the precinct. Hotch, you and Morgan go walk the second crime scene and (Y/N) and I will walk the first.”

You should have been relieved that you were paired with Gideon, but something about it was unsettling. You just didn’t know what yet.

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Walking the crime scene was far different than looking at photos of them. The body was gone and the area was cleaned, but the feel and stench of death still lingered in the air; you wondered if it always would be, if the ground was forever tainted by invisible blood stains and the shadow of murder.

You and Gideon inspected the scene, holding up photos to try to tell what it was like. Gideon continued to ask you questions, testing your ability to read the behavior. You just hoped that he would correct you if you were wrong. You could make a fool out of yourself in front of Gideon- to him you would always be young and naive- but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of anyone else.

When you and Gideon got back to the precinct the rest of the team was already there. You walked over to the evidence board where Reid was working on a geographical profile.

“I might not have a PhD in mathematics, but don’t you need at least three crime scenes to create a true geographical profile?” You looked at his handiwork.

“Yes,” he said, still concentrated on drawing some lines. “I just want to be prepared in case something else comes up.”

“Well,” Hotch said, walking into the room and tossing a file down onto the table. “We finally got the M.E. report.”

You abandoned Reid and his maps in favor of going over to the table to look at the new information. You had to wedge yourself around Morgan to get a look, but as soon as you saw it, you knew.

You didn’t even think twice about your words. “He’s got limp dick syndrome.”

Hotch choked on his coffee and began to snicker. You could see how hard it was for him to hold in his laughter as he brought a fist to his mouth in an effort to cover his smile. It was nice to see his serious demeanor crack. Even after all these years, you were still Rossi’s daughter who got distracted from her homework while watching (and pestering) young Special Agent Hotchner as he tried to piece together a profile.

“You-” he cut himself off and pressed his lips together before taking a deep breath to compose himself. Still, he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. “Don’t say that in front of the local officers.”

“Okay, well then you can go tell Gideon.” You smirked as well. As he left the room to find the senior agent, Hotch still struggled to get his serious face back.

You turned back to the papers and began to look through them more thoroughly, when you felt someone looked at you. You turned to see Morgan and Reid looking utterly confused, seemingly at the events that just transpired. “What?” you asked.

“Hotch… laughed?” Reid said, though it sounded more like a question. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do more than a half-hearted grin.”

“I didn’t even think he had a sense of humor,” Morgan agreed. He lounged back in a chair. “So is there anything in the report we don’t already know?”

“He always stabs them twice, but one is always just done to inflict pain while the other one is used for the actual kill.” you explained. “It indicates impotence.”

Reeves walked into the room as you were talking. “How do you know it isn’t symbolic, or that he’s just bad at anatomy?”

You didn’t even bother to look at Reeves. Challenges only ever lit you up. “Because the one to the stomach is always done post mortem-”

“How do you know?”

“Lack of blood,” you snapped and slid the paper over to him. “Which is just basic knowledge on how the body works after death, but it’s also written in the report in case you want to see it yourself.”

Reeves gave you a look before going over the report. You wanted to stand by the evidence board with Reid and get your brain working, but Morgan was pacing the area as he explained something to the young genius that he probably already knew. You settled for busying yourself by reading over some of the detective’s notes, even though you’d read them all on the jet.

Soon enough, Gideon and Hotch entered the room and began to put the profile together. You watched and listened carefully, asking for clarification on a few things. Gideon even challenged you with a few questions, which you all got correct.

“Alright, half the officers that need the profile are here and the other half of them are across town,” Gideon said once he was satisfied with the information put together. “Hotch and Reeves, you wanna take it over there and Morgan and I will handle things here.”

Hotch gave his boss a nod and he and the other agent left.

“We’d better get started here,” Gideon said. “If we can canvas enough area we might be able to catch this guy before he murders a third time.”

You were familiar with a lot of things at the BAU, but this would be your first official time listening to a profile presentation. You stood next to Reid in the back corner, watching and listening as Gideon and Morgan relayed the information to the officers. As soon as they finished, you went back to the evidence board. Reid went back to the map again.

You wondered if it was a habit of his to try to stay in his comfort zone. You’d wanted to get your hands on every piece of information this case had to offer, but Spencer seemed satisfied with checking and double checking his quiet work, refining it. You knew that geographical profiling wasn’t your personal interest, but you figured that with Spencer’s intelligence he would want to be looking over and taking everything in too.

“Hey, Reid,” you called to him. You already knew the answer to the question you were going to ask him, but the Rossi in you couldn’t help but meddle with him a little bit. “Didn’t we study a case similar to this one last week?”

“Oh, uh- no,” he said, his voice timid.

“Are you sure?” you asked. Now you were looking at him. And he was looking at you as if you were going to eat him. Still, you raised your eyebrows, and crossed your arms, pushing further.

“W-we did the week before that,” he stuttered out, avoiding eye contact.

You sauntered toward the map and stood next to him. Spencer looked up at you briefly, but otherwise stood there, arms crossed, head tilted. “What do you remember about it?”

Spencer swallowed. “I-uh- it was pretty much the same except for the post-mortem stab wound was in a different location.”

“And the city was different,” you pointed out. “And the dump site locations, and the victim type.”

“Y-you’re right.”

You shrugged a shoulder, trying to get Spencer to relax. “Tell me what else was different.”

Spencer took a deep breath and began to relay details of the case. His voice stayed quiet and his body language closed off, but as he talked more and more you noticed a bit of confidence start to shine through in his eyes.

It was something you’d remember for later.

Spencer finished telling you about the case just as Gideon came in the door. “Come on. We’re all going back to the hotel to try to get some rest. Start with fresh eyes in the morning.”

This was one of those cases that were rare- the kind where there wasn’t any sign or signal that the unsub would kill soon, so you were supposed to actually sleep. But you didn’t want to.

You wanted this case solved and the unsub caught. But more than anything you wanted to stop feeling like you were doing nothing.

You allowed yourself 15 minutes for a shower and then laid down in bed, but still allowed your mind to work. You relayed the details of the case over and over again in your mind, wishing that you had Spencer’s memory. After a while, staring at the ceiling wasn’t cutting it anymore. You needed something to write with. You dug blank paper and a pen out of your bag and began to write.

Until this case was over, your days would be filled with sleepless nights.

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After four days, very little in the profile had changed. The age range was narrowed down, the type of vehicle the unsub might drive, a few possible occupations he might have, but overall the profile was static. Without another body there was no way to complete the geographical profile. Gideon was talking to the local station about the team going home, leaving them with the profile to work on their own until there was more evidence or a change. The control level of the unsub was immaculate and it was entirely possible you’d have to wait months before any progress was made on the case.

You didn’t like it one bit. Running off about two hours of sleep and more espresso than one person should ever be allowed to have at a time, you dug through the evidence and the profile again and again, looking for some important bit that you had overlooked before.

“Are you trying to memorize this case?” Morgan asked.

“No,” you told him, not giving him an alternate reason why you were going over everything again. Unlike Morgan, you hadn’t been sleeping. You had been working.

“Well, then.” Morgan stood up. “I’m going to get some coffee. You want any, Reid?”

“No thanks,” Reid said quietly.

“Alright, pretty boy.” Morgan smirked and left the room.

You and Reid continued your futile work. The joke Morgan made about you memorizing the case wasn’t true, but if you had to look over the files one more time you might-

“Huh,” Reid let out a small sound from his place at the table. It was so small, you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t spent so much time with him working on consults already.

You looked at him. “What is it?”

“Oh,” Spencer cleared his throat. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” you retorted. You knew Spencer didn’t have it in himself to be sure about things in profiles that were purely theoretical. While training with him and Gideon, it was you who veered just far enough out of the box to find something interesting or odd that was always worth checking out. Spencer liked precedent. Spencer liked his box. “You can tell me, Spencer. It’s just me.”

Spencer hesitated. “The joke Morgan made… it made me think about how on the first day you had me tell you the details of the case we studied.” He stopped and looked away from you.

“Go on,” you encouraged.

“He didn’t dress his victims. He covered them and positioned them as a show of remorse, but he didn’t dress them.”

You blinked.

“On the jet you pointed out that the victims were all dressed,” Spencer said, his previous tone of hesitation starting to leave his speech entirely. “And we profiled that it was a show of remorse, but the extremity of it makes me think it’s possible that the unsub is even more remorseful than we thought. That could be why he waited so long between kills, too. We said it was because of his control level, but maybe it’s because the unsub feels so guilty about it that he has to take that long to recover- almost like it puts him into a depressive state.”

“That changes over half the profile,” Gideon said. He walked through the door, Reeves just behind him. “Any other evidence?”

Reid looked slightly like a deer in the headlights. He turned slightly towards you, but you shook your head. Spencer was the one who found it- he should be the one to present it.

“The women were both dressed in the same style,” he started, a little more quiet since he knew people were there. “We might be able to find out more about him through that.”

Morgan, who had joined by now, looked at you. “Alright, what style are our victims wearing?”

Internally, you rolled your eyes-just because you were the only woman in the room didn’t mean you would know, even though you did. “They’re dressed like middle-class, white picket fence mothers,” you told him. “It doesn’t line up with the victims' ages, social class, or occupation.”

“Let’s get to work then,” Reeves said, walking into the room and taking down the profile.

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Spencer was right. It only took another 48 hours and a lot of digging on Garcia’s part to find the unsub, who felt so horrible he confessed in a fit of tears the moment Hotch showed him a crime scene photo. Just like the new profile had proposed, the unsub was a man in his late 50s in a state of psychosis, trying to recreate the woman he had loved many many years before.

Everyone on the team was amazed by Spencer’s breakthrough, and you were too, of course. Reeves and Morgan were praising him with bro-style pats on the back, while Hotch and Gideon stuck to simple phrases like “Excellent work” and “I’m impressed”. You stuck with words as well, but yours felt more real- “I’m proud of you”.

You sat at the back of the jet alone, looking out the window and wishing that you’d drank less coffee than you had. Your caffeine induced consciousness didn’t stop you from feeling exhausted. Sleep would have been nice, considering you’d gotten none the night before.

“Hey.” Gideon put a hand on your shoulder as he walked by. “You doing alright?”

“I’m fine.” You’d grown up with profilers. If there was anyone in the world that could outsmart them it was you, and the years of training to hide your tells and keep yourself cool didn’t fail. Gideon only nodded and walked to the other side of the jet.

With your gaze turned away from the window, you noticed Spencer peaking at you from over the top of his book. You caught his eye before looking away, knowing that he would take it as an invitation to come over if he wanted. Your last interaction alone with him had been quite intense. You hadn’t been trying to scare him, but even you knew that you could be a pusher and a fighter and a little too much at times.

And Spencer was almost the complete opposite.

He was so quiet coming to sit across from you that you almost wanted to make a joke about it, but your brain was functioning at half capacity and you weren’t going to embarrass yourself with sub-par sarcasm.

“Hey,” you spoke first. It seemed like with Spencer you always spoke first. You hoped that would eventually change.

“Hi.” Spencer looked down awkwardly at his hands. You stayed silent, watching him, your energy running low.

“You know,” he started, without looking up, “I wouldn’t have figured it out without you.”

You shook your head. “You’re brilliant, Spencer. You would have.”

He paused, thinking. You figured that Spencer was the kind of person who thought a lot, but the way he was taking the pause was more like he was thinking about his words and less like he was thinking of some complex theoretical equation.

“You’re not just you.”

Instantly, you were confused. “What?”

Spencer looked down again, and then back up at you. “When you encouraged me to tell you about what I had thought of, you said “It’s just me”, but you’re not just you.”

You smiled tiredly at him. “Thanks, Spence.” If you were the type of person to spill your heart and soul out to people, you probably would have told Spencer how much that meant to you; that it helped you feel a spark of worthiness inside for just a split second. How his words made you believe for only a moment, that you belonged on the team. But you weren’t that type of person, so instead you just said, “That means a lot.”

Spencer smiled awkwardly and leaned back in his seat. Suddenly feeling relaxed enough to rest, you closed your eyes and drifted off into a much-needed sleep.

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“Someone get (Y/N) up,” Hotch said before exiting the jet. He knew full well that if he didn’t make a beeline down the stairs, he’d have to be the one to do it.

Reeves was quick to follow him. Morgan was always slow to pack up at the end of a case, having usually discarded his jacket, bag, papers, and CD player in various locations around the jet. Gideon and Spencer were almost done with a chess match, as long as things turned in Gideon’s favor for the fifteenth time in a row.

Morgan gathered his things and then took the opportunity to fluster Spencer a bit, but in Morgan’s defense it was for Spencer’s own good. “You heard, Hotch,” Morgan said as he leaned against the side of the jet. “Go wake her up, pretty boy.”

Spencer felt himself flush. “What? No! You do it. I’m in the middle of a game!” The high pitch of his voice gave it all away.

Gideon repressed a smile. “Check in three.”

At those words, Spencer got back into focusing on the chess match. Morgan sighed. That was Gideon’s subtle way of settling the situation, like a father ending an argument about who was responsible for doing the dishes that night.

Morgan. The answer was that Morgan was responsible for doing the dishes that night.

He wasn’t subtle in his approach to wake you, he simply turned, brought his hands to the side of his mouth and yelled, “Rossi!”

You snapped awake at the sound of your name being called, and looked to see that it was Morgan who called you.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ve got paperwork before we go home.”

You nodded and gathered your things, hurrying off the jet after him.

“Checkmate,” Spencer said.

Gideon looked down at the board to see that Reid had captured his king. Morgan’s reason for coming over to them had been to fluster Spencer, but hearing him call you by your last name, the way people had addressed your father for so many years, had flustered Gideon instead.

You were no longer the child that colored on the back of scraped reports, or the teenager that made it a point to bother new trainees by showing them that a 16 year old could put together a practice profile faster than they could, you weren’t even the college graduate that he’d written a card to, congratulating you on your accomplishments and wishing you luck on further adventures.

You were an adult. An agent. A profiler.

Where did the time go?

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22flavcrs · 10 months

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bluepoodle7 · 11 months

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#ZableFable #Janet #EliteBeatAgents #MaisonTalo #MyWeirdDreams

I had a short dream where the Maison Talo this guy owned by Mortisfox was chasing down Zable and has Janet clinged to Zable's back then she jumps in the air and she's like https://youtube.com/watch?v=B4LFYs3VpxY

Then this plays but like a Elite Beat Agents where she is running away from Maison Talo. https://youtube.com/watch?v=_ggK1hK8ssI

Maison Talo belongs to MortisFox and if they want me to get rid of the images of their oc's I can if you want.

Images and videos not mine but the drawings with colorful backgrounds are.

Might use this as a reference.

Image not mine but it's from the game that Mortisfox made.

Elite Beat Agents - "Highway Star" - YouTube

Maison Talo | Sexypedia Wiki | Fandom

Basically dream Zable Fable and Janet running away from Maison Talo jumping in the air while freeze framing being like.

Video not mine but link is there.

Yup, That's Me. - YouTube

Zable dating a house that's a sitcom

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If Zable was dating Maison Talo any version would call him a Brickhouse as a nickname.

Zable would make the gas station like a second job for extra cash when realm jumping.

Zable would kiss the housebody door then the lure then go to work.

Incase Zable runs into some people trying to harm the vessel then each version would let Maison have them as a snack.

Zable would still ask a lot of questions like how does the fridge and freezer stay cool?

Where does the water come from and how does the air conditioning or heating work?

Also the bathroom situation like the toilet.

#Zable Fable #Janet #Elite Beat Agents #Maison Talo #My Weird Dreams #Youtube

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negative-speedforce · 9 months

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🔴🟠🟢🎱🔮⚽️ for Siv, Jay, and Cassandra :)

🔴 Red- What is a trait your OC has that those around them don't see very often? Is it seen by a rare few or completely overlooked?

Siv, despite her cold, brusque exterior, is a secret nerd. Only people who knew them in high school really know that, but they're a big time Trekkie, and they were going to go to Stanford for Engineering before the whole "hell week" thing.

While most people assume Jay would be a coward because of his soft-spoken nature, he's one of the most fearless members of the team, almost to the point of recklessness.

Cassandra is harsh, cold, and overly formal with most people, but when she's with Jay, she turns into a blushing, romantic mess. If you see her being all lovey-dovey, however, she will threaten you. After all, Cassandra has a reputation to uphold.

🟠 Orange- What is a trait your OC hides about themself from others? Do they refuse to acknowledge it or begrudgingly accept it?

Siv hides her empathy from others. They don't want to be hurt again, so it's easier to just ignore it and pretend that it isn't there.

Jay hides his judgemental side. He knows that it's there, but he also knows that it's usually wrong, so he suppresses it.

Cassandra hides her joy. She prefers to be respected rather than liked, so while she is very much aware and accepts that she has it, she'd rather not show it.

🟢 Green- What is considered a weakness in your OC that is actually a strength? What is a strength in your character that can be twisted into a weakness?

Siv's stubbornness. While it's definitely her worst trait, it has helped her get out of some pretty nasty situations that most people wouldn't be able to (see- Bloodwork), because they just won't give up.

Jay's strict moral code. Jay will not do anything that his heart tells him not to do, and while this has inconvenienced both him and others, he always finds another way that is better for everyone.

Cassandra's tightly-wound rage. Cassandra is extremely overworked and tired, so she is liable to snap at a very minor thing. However, she can get that stress out on missions, where she will (very cathartically) beat the crap out of whoever's threatening her team.

🎱 8 Ball- What situation was your OC lucky to escape from or get out of? What or who helped them unexpectedly?

Siv was lucky to escape from Amunet Black and her Meta trafficking ring. Jay arrived to save them at the last minute, otherwise, they likely would have died there.

Jay was lucky to survive the injuries that he sustained from being thrown out a window via lightning bolt. He was also lucky to make it out without becoming paralyzed or fully losing his ability to walk.

Cassandra was lucky to come back from when she accidentally overused her magic and became fully taken over by Dark Magic. While Jay will insist that the power of friendship saved her, she'll say that it was her own willpower that brought her back.

🔮 Crystal Ball- What kind of future does your OC want to have? What would they do to make it real?

Siv wants to be free. Free from their legacy, free from their father, free from the fact that they occasionally go apeshit with the full power of an eldritch god, etc. She will do anything to get that freedom, even if it means destroying everything she ever loved.

Jay just wants to be happy. He wants to settle down with Cassandra, buy a house, raise some kids, and just... be. He's the definition of that "we deserve a soft epilogue, my love" quote from that one Stucky fic. Already, he's been looking into accessible, off-the-grid housing, since they're both secret agents and have made a lot of enemies.

Cassandra wants people to respect her. Growing up as a black woman with two dads, most people saw Cassandra as the butt of a joke, or some kind of "diversity ploy". Because of that, Cassandra has always strived for excellence, to prove her haters wrong. Now, as the leader of an elite team of secret agents, she's garnered some of that respect, but her insecurity demands that she rise even higher.

⚽️ Soccer Ball- Who is someone that your OC believes in and roots for? Are they private about their admiration or do they make it well known?

Siv admires Jay a lot, because while they've been through essentially most of the same trauma, he managed to wade through the grief and make a life for himself which doesn't involve squatting in a condemned apartment and plotting murder. They're not very vocal about it, but still show their support in other ways.

Hailey really believes in Arya, because of how far they've come. When they met, Arya was a heartless force of chaos, but in the years they've known each other, Arya's really opened up and become a valuable part of the team.

Cassandra, while despising them, actually respects Siv a lot for their competence. She'd prefer if she could catch them and put them in a cell for life, but she still respects her a lot. She would not say this at gunpoint.

#ask revan #oc shit #vexic :D

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extremelyputridfishbreath · 10 months

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CLUB PENGUIN OC SHOWDOWN (Side A, Round 1 Match 3)

FROSTYPOP - ICE TO MEET YOU

"Frosty is an ice cream golem living in the dessert dimension. He is an invasive creature who preys on penguins and is parasitic." -thethirteenthfloor's testimonial

WHY VOTERS SHOULD VOTE FOR FROSTYPOP:

"Hes soooo tasty :)"

ADDITIONAL INFO:

"Based on bugsnax lol"

MIRA - THE ARTSY AGENT

"Mira comes from the same verse as Robin! She's the same age as them and went to their last few years of school together. Mira has had a… weird relationship with Robin for the longest time. Not friends, not strangers, and not 'friendly acquaintances either'. They fit somewhere between a friendly rivalry and not." dream-unity's testimonial

WHY VOTERS SHOULD VOTE FOR MIRA:

"While! She is new to art and such she's still a big part of Robin's world. All the things listed for Robin apply to her as well."

ADDITIONAL INFO:

"Fun facts!

Mira became an agent during the first EPF ds game. In their canon, she and Robin have to learn to work together to help beat the bots. Dot also favors Mira a lot over Robin, to the latter's frustration.

Day job is a planner. She helps with plans for parties for the island committee. (Do not talk to her about how many times she has pulled feathers out in frustration at plans going awry due to the unexpected nature of Club Penguin and having to throw plans down the drain and go with whatever craziness hits the island next).

Artsy gal! Does not!!!! know how to express this. She was kinda cooped up doing all schoolwork and was so focused on getting good grades she's just??? Kinda…. not sure what the heck to do now with her free time while graduating. She loves having it but… she's had an artist's block for who knows how long.

Three puffles. Thinks Robin is crazy as they have a CRAB??? and also ONE OF THE ELITE PUFFLES? (she gets a headache thinking about the time they tried to justify having a baby dragon) could not handle Robin's lack-a-daisy pet stuff

I have! Playlist and toyhouse. (Any songs shared between them and Robin really fit their relationship) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1o5w96m4ytLQswH7wh2zG4?si=29f62012cb0048f3 " Toyhou.se: https://toyhou.se/21949040.mira"

Character art by: extremelyputridfishbreath and steeviedee!

#club penguin oc bracket #club penguin oc showdown

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brambleghastblast · 7 days

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i find it kinda interesting to look into why nintendos taken down fangames and i couldnt help but notice the few fangames taken down really fall into two categories

-monetized in some way. you have to pay for them, they have a kickstarter, or they're on a website with purchases, such as roblox

-they are a pokemon fangame

and. with that. i cant help but realize "huh most of this is actually the pokemon company making nintendo do it huh"

meanwhile theres so many games that dont fit into this category that are alive and well. super mario bros x 1 and 2, super smash flash 1 and 2, super smash bros crusade, a lot of kirby and fire emblem fan games that have never faced any sort of issues like this

did you know OSU is a nintendo fangame? its a fangame of osu tatakae ouendan, a REALLYYY good and underrated rhythm game. it was localized as an entirely different sequel game, elite beat agents, and then japan got osu tatakae ouendan 2 which is the peak of the series. super SUPERR good ds games id highly recommend

idk, when nintendo is actively making indie directs to hype up indie devs and making games like super mario maker, maker 2, game builder garage, warioware diy, and whatnot, i have a hard time believing this is malicious

heck, toby fox literally started out making earthbound rom hacks. then he made a game inspired by earthbound and gave it a bunch of extra content in the switch port. then he made its sequel avaliable on switch before all other consoles. and now he gets to help make pokemon.

who knew making games out of love for nintendo rather than spite would be a great thing (sarcasm)

it kinda feels more like "dont use our ocs to make money, use your own". and like. yeah i dont think anyone here would want someone else using their ocs to make money. i kinda get it actually. and when most of the anger at nintendo comes from twitter or twitter users who moved to this site.... yeahhh nintendos awesome sorry

plus its not like sega pretending they love fan games because they know theyre beat by them, id Never wanna play a mario fan game over the real deal lol. sorry sega ily

#nintendo #super mario bros #super mario bros x #pokemon #super smash bros #osu tatakae ouendan #elite beat agents #super mario maker #game builder garage #undertale #earthbound

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flamestar1031 · 3 years

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been debating bout sharing these dudes for a bit cause like, the Elite Beat Agents tag is very inactive rn and I don’t want to clutter it with my fan project ocs, but I do really wanna share them so I’m saying screw it and making a big ol post about them. most of which will be under the cut! before that though, here’s the pitch for this sequel idea, Elite Beat Agents: Music Lives!

It’s been ten years since the events of the first Elite Beat Agents game, however not all is well. over the years the EBA has disbanded, and with that, it’s agents have slowly been going missing, until only J was left. However, it’s not all bad news! there’s a new group in town, lead by a 20 year old named Jack, ready to fill the void the EBA left in their absence. Because even if the Elite Beat Agents are gone, Music Lives!

alrighty, also before we get onto the characters, here’s a logo mockup I made

anyways, lets get into characters! here’s the top row we have our main playable group! they take up the group of who you’d play as throughout single player mode.

K (She/her) and Ray (he/him) are the backup dancers, with jack (he/they) being the player character for Normal mode, Lewis (they/them) being easy and quincy (They/She) being hard. The player characters were all inspired to become elite beat agents via the actions of various agents during the rhombulan attack. I don’t have all of them fleshed out yet, but this is when Jack get’s chieftain’s hat. K was inspired by her dad to go after this life, cause her dad is agent J! she was also partially raised by the other agents before they went missing cause like, Found family is a really good trope. Ray’s was more inspired by his father’s tales of the Ouendan over in japan, but cause he lived in america, the EBA life seemed like the closest he could get to helping people the way the ouendan did.

Next up is this game’s version of the divas!

Wolf (she/her) is the leader of this group, and she’s Foxx’s kid. Like K she was inspired to do this stuff by her mom! but now that she’s missing, Wolf is getting help from her friends to find her. her friends, by the way are Jace (they/them) and Callie (She/her)! Jace is Ray’s twin sibling and callie is Wolf’s childhood friend (soon to be girlfriend, they get together during a song in the game) and they do show up in singleplayer asides from that song, even if you’re not playing their difficulty mode. they help whoever you’re playing as get a lead on where the agents have vanished!

and lastly, a fun case, the Traveling Cheer Squad!

The reason these guys exist was I wanted to put an ouendan-inspired group into the game! June (he/they) and July (They/them) are half siblings who moved over to the states from japan, where they experienced the ouendan first hand. and they wanted to start something like that over here! They wrap their friend Elena (She/They) into it as well, and they’re a fun case cause like... you meet them in the game because they’ve disbanded, cause they weren’t the best at cheering people on. however Elena still wants to help people so she gets the new eba peeps to help show her how, which also gets june and july back into the swing of things! they are also playable for a song in the end game of singleplayer mode, as for Plot Reasons the eba gang are out of commission. other than that they’re mainly playable for multiplayer mode.

anyways that’s pretty much it for now. I have a lot of Thoughts on these buds but the EBA tag is not very active currently so I don’t want to clutter it with ocs when people look for art of the actual characters. Other than that, I hope y’all enjoy them!

#my art #ocs #elite beat agents #elite beat agents ocs #also feel free to ask me stuff about them!!#They're just a bunch of funky music peeps who want to make the world a better place #also may or may not be working on a track list for this hypothetical game as well

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mekmech · 4 years

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OCtober #4: Ambush

Continuing with agent ocs today. Hope y’all enjoy!

@oc-growth-and-development

Things couldn’t go on like this. For too long now they’d been harried by them, as they’d strike in one of the kettles, splat as many as they could, and vanish before reinforcements could arrive on the scene. Yes, it was certain that Agent 3 had to be stopped. It had been decided that she alone, would be entrusted with the task of taking them down, where many squads had failed before, due to her prowess in combat. Though a nagging thought in the back of her mind whispered that this was just a suicide mission to get rid of her, as it seemed illogical to not have any backup or safety nets to protect her against the inkling. Pushing down this rogue thought, she checked over her gear one last time and waited for the signal to jump to where the predicted breach would be. She was not let down.

Alarm screaming, she ran to the launchpad and launched into a quiet area obscured by rubble. Climbing up to peer over, sure enough, she saw a caped shadow slinking along in the distance. What audacity, just moving along in plain sight, hardly making an attempt at stealth. She can do a lot better than that, she thinks, as she starts to silently stalk the agent, moving from pile to pile.

Recalling that the main bulk of soldiers are located somewhere up ahead, it’s best to try and wait for the agent to get in range of them before trying to take them on, but not too close for Three to start doing substantial damage to the group. She’s rather close now, so as long as she’s careful and gets a good position behind them, things are more likely to go smoothly. The voice of doubt starts up again, reminding her of the elite who tried the same tactic and was the only one to return unscathed of the group. She can only hope that the agent hasn’t gotten wise to the strategy. The pair of them have gotten close enough now, so as she sees an opportunity, she steels herself, and strikes.

Something must have gone wrong, as the agent whips around, hero shot in hand, eyes ablaze. Fear seizes her, but she has to keep pushing, for the sake of her people. Surprise shoots up the agent’s face, as it seems they didn’t expect for her to keep going. At the last moment, she realises that she’s gotten a lot closer than she expected and at this rate she’s going to-

Crash. The two collide, weapons flying out of reach and landing with a clatter. Stunned for a brief moment, she lunges in an attempt to stop the agent reclaiming their weapon, as they roll away, just managing to grasp the handle. If she lets them shoot at this range, things are soon going to be over, so she can’t let them get the chance. Making to dart in one direction, she switches a moment later in an attempt to fake the agent out, which seems to work as they’re caught off balance. Pinning their arm down, she seems to have finally gained the upper hand.

A shout in the distance rings out and they both turn to see a wizened squid frantically hobbling along with a bamboozler cane, aka Captain Cuttlefish, who seems to be trying to stop her from beating up Agent 3. Tough break, captain, Three needs to go. Before she can deal the final blow though, something else rears its head. Something large.

The three of them don’t even have the time to cry out before it claims them.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #oc-tober #agent 3 #morgan #adrianne #yep this is pre octo expansion #enjoy my sprinkled headcanons hehe

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vonlipvig · 3 years

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back with some more hyper specific oc prompts: which oc would get help from the elite beat agents? what would be their mini story? what song would go with it?

#mine is easy peasy it's obviously adam from the hotel crew #the story would be something like the hotel is hosting like some very important people and adam is super stoked #but when he arrives on the day the hotel is a Mess cue asking for the EBA for help #the song would be something like Work This Body by Walk the Moon #and it'd have like sections with adam and like the lobby characters adam and meena adam and the restaurant crew and like fixing the mess #and you either do it super well and the people are impressed #or it's a whole Clusterfuck and the hotel loses a star or something #OK I WANNA DRAW THIS NOW LMAO #oc prompt

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crqstalite · 4 years

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archives, deceived. [vza’haria.]

To introduce in the extended universe of the famed Havoc Squad, I introduce Vza’haria (Vza, pronounced Viza) Atiya. Her brothers will be introduced in time, but for now, here we are. I also wanted to explore the idea of the original Havoc Squad more than in-game, especially since they aren’t touched again after Chapter 1 in-game. I, obviously had a soft spot for Vanto (Fuse), because I’m a sucker for double agents. So they were romantically involved on the down low.

Also technically takes place before the events of Shadow of the Sith. The Mayhem Squad (all Havoc Squad OCs beyond Hakio) will return?

Published: 12.15.19 Words: 2,317.

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Atiyas are big. They're strong. They're the conquerors, the winners that always come out on top. Being the recognized, prized, medal-worthy sniper of the esteemed Havoc Squad was what Vza'haria was known for. That was her, this was her. She wore the colors proudly, never letting her own morals get in the way of getting the job done. Alongside a Jedi Master as her brother and a Tythonian Defender as the other completing their family, she had her work cut out for her as the only triplet fighting the Empire without the Force.

This was her legacy. Saving people, and doing a damn good job while she was at it.

But this...this would haunt her for all her days to come.

They're surrounded by Imperials, Havoc has officially defected. We've been abandoned by the Republic, the Imperials will make this better, she remembers Vanto saying in the dim light of the crew quarters after everyone else has gone to bed, Maybe it won't be the best, but it's better than now.

Seeing the troopers on the opposite side of the war milling about nearby as she recalibrates her weapon, she's wondering if this is the right decision. If Garza thought this was the best idea for them. Had she known? Does she know?

Deep down, she knows the answer is no. She knows this isn't what she would've wanted. This isn't what is right. Vza'haria is about to start quaking in her boots as the bomb is lowered onto the supply ship. Her head is spinning, all she can think about is Ando Prime. Being left behind and surrounded by soldiers who flew the Emperor's flag. They had been abandoned, she later learned after they returned to the Core Worlds, battered and bruised. She'd nearly been past repair herself, had Needles not injected her with a sedative that left her feeling just about nothing and being unable to even move on the ride back to Coruscant. Vanto had to carry her back on planet, the pain was beginning to ebb back into her consciousness and she passed out shortly after she saw the Republic insignia over the military hospital.

They'd been reinstated into the military, but they weren't without their reservations, her especially. For months she couldn't walk on her own, much less even shoot in the shooting range. It was ages before her hands stopped shaking, or phantom pains shot up her spine. Ando Prime had been the straw that broke her.

Ord Mantell had simply been the first place they could defect properly from. They'd awarded her, trying to cover it up before it came out in the media. Harron had never been rightfully angered, Bex, Zora and Ryler weren't far behind. She and Vanto had been on the fence about carrying out the mission. They knew first hand how dangerous it could be to those inhabiting Avilatan.

At the beginning, Vza'haria had gone along with it. She'd nearly died, and all she got was a measly medal and promotion. Vza'haria had, yes, signed up for this, but not abandonment. Not to be forgotten for an unsanctioned mission. She believed in the cause until she really met the Sergeant, a feisty cyborg woman from Coruscant with a cause. Vza'haria hadn't met anyone who'd so willingly stood up to Lieutenant Jorgan (and lived to tell the tale), and her morals were in line. She really believed in what they were doing on Ord Mantell, and never bat an eye at their requests. Hakiojkl (as she later learned while sifting through files to cover up any suspicious missions that could get them caught) fought for the Republic through and through, nearly dying in a mission on Corellia for the cause. She'd suffered so many injuries she had been labelled as honorably discharged for a while before she simply picked herself back up and was redeployed to Ord Mantell.

It made her feel horrible to lie to her. It made her sit up at night instead of sleep just because of how absolutely guilty she felt. Vza'haria made a pledge to serve the Republic, fought alongside her brothers to make the Republic a better place.

And here she was, awaiting the finalities of exchange. Ready to change her entire identity for another faction. Was she really ready to give up years and years of training for one squad? This wasn't who the Atiyas were. But she needed to survive, and the Imperials might've been able to help. Vanto puts a hand on her shoulder, a strained smile. An attempt to cheer her up and that ultimately failed.

She doesn't even have to shout. Her presence is loud enough on it's own. The Sergeant has arrived, stalking her way through the stronghold. Still bleeding scars adorn her face and her uniform is torn in unarmored places, "Sergeant. I thought my orders were very clear. You're not supposed to be here."

Wraith, Zora, moves to point her rifle into the back of the Sergeant, who throws a glance over her shoulder but otherwise doesn't move her steeled gaze from their CO, "I'll take her."

"No, Wraith. The Sergeant deserves to know the truth." Vza'haria can't bear to meet the other woman's eyes. She's shivering, though it's baking in the volcano turned Seperatist base. They'd never been friendly, but she still feels horrible. At least Harron has chosen not to murder her outright. At least that part of him hasn't changed, "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. I harbor no ill will towards you. You're everything a warrior should be. But I'm afraid the Republic no longer values her warriors-even the very best among them."

"That's insane! Havoc fought the Empire for years, and now you're just going to give it all up?" A fire burns beneath her dark eyes, standing as tall and as rigidly as she can. Pain is showing throw the cracks though, and Vza'haria is painfully reminded just how deep they are in the stronghold. It was not an easy climb, she knew that much, "You were the shining example in the Republic, and now you've turned your back on it."

"The Empire respects warriors, Sergeant. The Republic's top officials, on the other hand, have decided to cast us aside." He says. In some ways, he's right. Even she has to admit just how painful it is to be treated as canon fodder, "The truth is that no matter what they may say, the Republic senate doesn't actually believe it can win another war against the Empire. That makes you and I a threat. Every Havoc Squad victory fires up people's imaginations, fills them with pride-which means the bureaucrats can't afford to let us keep succeeding."

As slowly as she can, her hand nears the blaster attached to her hip. It seems natural, as she had her arms crossed previously, "We can win. The Republic has done it over an over again. You say the bureaucrats can't let you keep winning, but elite groups like us are what keeps the Republic's heart beating. You're really willing to see your faction go under as soon as you leave Republic airspace?"

Harron sighs, "If only you'd been with us longer, Sergeant, you would understand. You might've even come with us."

It's now or never.

"The Republic abandoned us. During a mission on Ando Prime, they simply left us to die. But I won't try to persuade you. Honestly, I hope you die with your ideals intact. The rest of us will never have that luxury."

It's now.

"It didn't have to be like this." She whispers, her blaster trained on a spot right in-between his lungs, "I admired you, Harron. I really did."

There's a click of a rifle, Zora has the barrel of her's trained on her back in the nearly exact same spot. The Sergeant is surprised, eyes wide as she tenses, "If only you'd been able to hold on a little longer."

"I'm surprised, Shadow." Harron doesn't move, but there's a sad chuckle to his voice. She can see Vanto's own disappointed face out of the corner of her eye, but she steels herself for whatever he might say to try and convince her, "I knew you had your reservations, but I thought you were with us until the end."

"Do you know what the Empire will do with that bomb? The Republic hurt me, but I won't give a bomb to them knowing they would kill innocents. That's on your conscience, that's on every single one of your consciences," She says. She's giving up the squad she's always been part of, but killing civillians is where she draws the line. The Sergeant, Hyperion, has pulled her own rifle out and the Imperials are swarming her, "I though you were better than the monster I saw you become."

"You were with us for just as long." In a flash, Harron has her disarmed, holdout blaster skidding away on the durasteel and she falls on her chest, hard. The wind is knocked out of her as she looks up, coughing, "You saw what the Republic was capable of, and yet you still fight for them. If this isn't what you want, then leave."

She struggles to get up, before Wraith shoves the butt of her rifle down her spine and she cries out in pain. It's long enough that everyone has boarded the shuttle, and she can't get up fast enough to follow after.

"Time we were off. Colonel Vorr? Please give the Sergeant and Shadow the warrior's death they deserve." And in a flash, her squad is gone, transport shuttle flying away before her eyes. All the memories, the long nights, the battles, the fights. They're gone. They've abandoned her as much as the Republic has.

Blaster shots. Hyperion has taken up cover behind a stack of crates, and faster than even she can she's sniping heads and taking out soldiers. She's snapped back into reality herself, pulling her rifle out herself and shooting through blurry eyes. Vza'haria had never been emotional, in fact most labeled her as cold. Most recruits were scared of her. But this struck a chord, hard. She was alone in the galaxy, again. Someone else had turned their back on her.

There isn't a word exchanged between her and the Sergeant on the way back to Fort Garnik. She can't bring herself to speak, and she figures that Hyperion doesn't exactly have a lot of good things to say to her either. Vza'haria is going to be labelled as a traitor to the Republic, even if she hadn't left with the rest of Havoc. She still carried out the missions leading up to the capture of the ZR-57.

The General is at Command when they return. At first, the betrayal isn't outright discussed. For a fleeting moment she thinks it's been forgotten. Jorgan has been demoted to a Sergeant, but Hyperion has been promoted to Lieutenant. It's nearly laughable, had the previous events not just occurred. The man wasn't happy, though there's a sense of pride in the new CO of Havoc Squad. For another moment, she's just a tad jealous. It should've been hers. She'd served in Havoc longer than either combined.

It's a glorified chewing out once both of them leave. Vza'haria Atiya is dishonorably discharged from the Republic military. That's fair, she's to be transported to Coruscant and tried by the Senate on the other members of Havoc. But, she'll be held in prison until then. Vza'haria refuses to call her family because of the shame that comes along with it. She doesn't want to see the disappointed faces of her brothers, of her fathers. She doesn't even know how long it will be until she sees any of them in person again.

She's frustrated. Not just with Harron, but with the Republic. She can see their perspective, and can even agree with it. Maybe she should've gone with them in the end, become an Imperial soldier instead. No one said she couldn't be a beacon of hope for the other side.

But in the end, the guilt would eat away at her. At least now, she's still part of the Republic.

"Vza'haria Atiya, you are hereby reinstated as a Sergeant of the Republic to Infantry Squad 326, code name Havoc Squad."

She never thought she'd hear the day. When she'd be regarded again as a soldier instead of a traitor by Command. She swells with pride, though she salutes instead. Hyperion, Jorgan, Dorne and Forex are with her as the holoprojector shuts off. To be able to fly the Republic's flag again is a blessing in itself. She's a sniper again, legally this time.

The mission to get here still hurts. To see Vanto one last time before he's carted off to prison, right where she'd just been. It took a piece of her, and out of sight of the others she finally gets the kiss she was promised. Just...in the worst way possible. With the worst timing.

Once they retired, they were supposed to be together for the rest of their lives. It was supposed to be her and Vanto against the rest of the galaxy. Once the war was over, they would never see the Empire again. Vza'haria Bazren was supposed to be the beacon of hope in the galaxy.

But now, she was never seeing him again. Not without a holoscreen between them.

"I love you, Vanto."

"I love you too, Vza."

"Well, I think this counts for a congratulations. One for the promotion, and the other for finally getting off that dustball." Hyperion says, a smile on her face, "Dorne, there's nothing against that is there?"

"Not that I know of." She responds, though there's something that tells Vza'haria that there probably is and she's trying not to bring down the mood, "I'll prep the ship for take off."

She's Havoc Squad again.

But at what cost?

#swtor #star wars the old republic #swtor oc #oc #original character #swtor fanfiction #havoc squad #vza'haria atiya #female trooper #female trooper/vanto bazren #female trooper/fuse

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baitustudios · 5 months

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spoiler alert: he will do this every time she comes back from a mission without him like the big softie he is

#elite beat agents #elite beat agents chieftain #osu tatakae ouendan #self insert #oc #self ship #yumeship #yumejoshi #alien #alien oc #artists on tumblr #baitustudiosart

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ihaveathingforliterature · 5 years

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Patiently Waiting (Lemony Snicket x OC)

(First fanfic! Hope you all enjoy!)

She she had been gone for a year now, and nothing had changed. From an outside perspective at least.

The Volunteer Fire Department’s primary headquarters was still stationed in its secluded mountain home. The extensive diversification of firefighters still remained. Her place as one of the agencies most elite and intellectual was still intact. The one thing that was not, however, was the heart of none other than Lemony Snicket.

He remembered that dreary morn, with both distaste and fondness. She had just been given a tricky assignment from Olaf’s father, one that would take a great deal of time to complete. When she bounded proudly into the Verified Functional Dormitory he shared with his brother brandishing her task card, he felt a twisting knot in his gut, but the outside was nothing but soft smiles and congratulations that held more remorse than cheerfulness.

Of course he was happy for her. She had wanted nothing more than to receive an assignment that would ‘prove her worthy and deserving of a position with the VFD’. But in her desperation to succeed, Lemony couldn’t help but wonder if she really considered the consequences. She had said time and time again that she was more than happy to take the risk-because she had nothing to lose, but in losing her, Lemony would lose everything. He couldn’t tell her that of course, but he still wanted to show his concern.

“Ellie,” he called to her as she walked down the corridor towards the beginning of her mission, “wait, please.”

She turned quickly, somewhat impatient to begin what she had been dreaming of for so long. “What is it Lemony? I need to be going.”

“I know, but I couldn’t let you leave without first saying goodbye. Do you know how long you’ll be gone?”

“The captain didn’t say. I even asked Olaf but he said he didn’t know. I suppose it depends on how quickly I finish my task.” He had no idea what this task was of course, as all members of the VFD were sworn to keep their assignments Very Forcibly Disclosed from one another.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. She looked up into his silver eyes, searching for something that was troubling him, but found something she could not explain. Lemony was not easy to read by any means, but she could connect with him in a way that others couldn’t, and sometimes this meant she could find what specific thing was troubling him under a sea of problems. His eyes held too many secrets, and she, though some part of her wanted to stay , did not have the time to decipher them all.

The only thing Lemony could do was pull her into an embrace. She rested her head against his chest, and he hoped she did not hear the fast beating of his heart. His kind was clouded with her soft scent, and warm body. He had no idea how to express his feelings to her, but he desperately wanted to. The only thing holding him back was fear. The fear that she would not reciprocate his love. The fear that she would laugh in his face. The fear that she would not want to be his friend again. Even the irrational fear that he would find out she was secretly dating Jacques, or even Olaf. He knew this wasn’t a possibility, but his anxious mind couldn’t seem to stop coming up with horrific fantasies.

“I hope you know I will miss you very much.” He murmured against her hair.

She pulled away slightly, looking up at his face with a smile. “I would expect no less, Snicket. I have been told on many occasions that I am the highlight of your day.” He scoffed in fake offense as she giggled.

“Oh please Ellie, nothing could give me more joy than books.” He would never actually mean that, but he couldn’t really tell her the truth. He could. But he didn’t think so.

“Not even me?” She pouted.

“No, darling not even you.” She laughed and pulled him in for another quick hug before turning and starting back down the hall.

“Goodbye Lemony! See you soon!”

“I’ll be waiting.”

This was a year ago. He had sent letters to an outpost where she was stationed, but received no confirmation that she had received them. And he received no letters back. Eventually he stopped sending them daily. Then weekly. Then he stopped sending them altogether. The activities they always did together seemed to only bring him sadness now, so all he did was stay locked in his room reading, researching, or writing small poems about her. Though he would always crumple them up and throw them away afterwards.

Even the other agents had heard nothing from her since she left. Lemony was beginning to wonder if the mission was just a ploy so she could escape the tragedy and hardship the agency was notorious for providing, but she had promised him she would come back.

And he believed her. So he vowed he would wait for her return. And one year later, Lemony Snicket has still found himself patiently waiting.

(OML I didn’t mean for this to be so sad. If any of you guys want me to sequel this or write another one, please message me! Thanks. Sorry if you cried.)

#lemony snicket #asoue #love #first time

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