I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON THAT FLUFF CHAPTER BUT NOOOOOOO, YOU GUYS WANTED FUCKING WHITE HAT //DIES (jk though the fluff chappy is on its way too eventually, this didn’t take me long)
As I mentioned before in the tags, this snippet doesn’t actually encompass the extent of how horrid WH is (in fact, it’s actually rather mild) as I really don’t know how to translate his horribleness to you without spoiling the whole thing, so uh. Here you go for now. (And on another note, this fic’s going to take a bit of setup with some other fics I’m working on, so it’s not going to be posted for quite a while)
(this is also going off that cool theory that BH can see out of pictures of himself sagdfhjkllhgf)
(You get a long snippet because it is a very long fic and won’t be posted in quite a while (this is also very rough and unpolished so sadfgdgh just ignore me))
To hear a knock on the door wasn’t unusual.
Well, unless there were no clients scheduled for that day. Then you had to be wary.
There were three delicate little taps. If door knocks could sound sophisticated, this was a perfect example.
Hell, Flug just happened to be passing by, blueprints under his arm. He wouldn’t have even heard it if he weren’t just on his way to the lab. The doctor’s head tilted slightly at the noise, then he gave the door a puzzled frown. That’s….. odd.
He approached slowly, contemplating whether or not he should set the blueprints aside and have his attack ray at the ready…. just to be safe, that’s exactly what he did. One hand held inside his labcoat and gripping the concealed weapon, Flug slowly opened the door. “Um… Hel-?”
His jaw dropped before he could even finish the greeting, eyes widening with confusion and shock.
The man that stood outside wore an outfit nearly identical to Black Hat’s, albeit the colors were reversed, and his skin was a much lighter grey, as well as having an oval-shaped monocle covering his right eye as opposed to Black Hat’s circular left. Instead of a tie, he wore an old-fashioned steinkirk cravat with a blue-gemmed brooch pinned in the middle, identical to the gem at the top of that marble-looking scepter in his hand. And were those fucking swan feathers in his hat? Who the hell is this eccentrically dressed doppelganger?
The man shot Flug an overly cheery grin, baring pointed fangs that would’ve been perfectly white if not for that bluish tint. “Ah, hello, my good man! Top of the morning to you!” He bowed slightly and removed his hat in greeting, revealing a smaller hat underneath. “Do tell me, is Black Hat around? I was dearly hoping to see him today!”
“….. Uhhh…….” Flug found himself unable to come up with a response, momentarily struck dumb. A million questions flooded into his mind. Who is this guy? What is he doing here? Is he dangerous? Why does he look so much like Black Hat? How do they know each other? Why has Flug never heard of him before? So many unanswered questions.
“Left you speechless already, have I?” The man chuckled, taking a step closer. Flug’s grip on his gun tightened in response. That was an exact phrase he’s heard from Black Hat. Was that coincidental?
Not taking his eyes off the stranger for even a second, Flug stepped back, calling down the hall, “Mr.Black Hat?”
“What is it, doctor?” Came the distant response from Black Hat’s office.
Flug watched the stranger carefully as Black Hat’s voice became heard, and he did not like the way his expression twitched upon hearing him. It was just a momentary slip, but something tells the scientist these two aren’t exactly friends…. “There’s… uh…. someone here to see you….”
“What?” He must’ve poked his head out the door, because his voice was somewhat closer now, and the hint of suspicion in his tone became clear. “Who? I wasn’t aware of any meetings booked.”
“I, um, don’t know who….”
The click of shoes could be heard as Black Hat made his way down the hall, and the stranger stood taller in anticipation, probably oblivious to how fucking smug he looked, Flug figured, frowning.
The first thing Black Hat saw was Flug’s guarded stance, taking immediate notice of how he looked ready to whip out a weapon at a moment’s notice. Wasting no time in striding to the doctor’s side, his suspicious glare turned to the source of Flug’s wariness. “Who–”
His entire body went stiff. The first look on his face was one of utter shock, before twisting into a look of anger, fangs baring in a hostile snarl. “White Hat.”
“How do you do, my friend!” White Hat chirped, tipping his hat again. “It’s been far too lon–”
“…….. Rude.” He commented to himself, face inches from the now-closed door.
“Sir….?” Flug said quietly, more confused than ever. “What was that about….?”
Black Hat was fuming. There was literally smoke swirling around him as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. “That… That thing…. has the audacity to show its face around here–! What could it possibly want–!?”
There was a polite little couple of knocks, and the demon looked about ready to laser-vision the door to a crisp. With great disgust in every movement, he actually opened the door, much to Flug’s surprise.
“Hello again!” Came the cheery voice. “Going to actually let me talk this time or–”
“…. Why did you open it again if you were just going to-?” Flug’s cut his question off when more knocks came, and Black Hat held up a finger signalling for him to wait as he turned to open the door once more.
“Did you really just open the door to slam it in my face again?” White Hat questioned, arms crossed and foot tapping, unimpressed.
“Why yes, yes I did.” Black Hat replied with a shit-eating grin. “Far more satisfying the second time, let me tell you.”
“Well.” The second eldritch said, tapping his scepter on the ground and leaning back, returning to that irritatingly smug expression. “If you’re done playing games, I would like to take a gander at some of your fine merchandise.”
“Our merchandise.” Black Hat repeated, skepticism written all over his features.
The doppelganger seemed to anticipate his suspicion. His grin widened. “But of course! You are the best of the best, aren’t you? I would expect nothing less.”
“We don’t sell to heroes.”
Hero? Flug almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was tempted to interrupt, ask for an explanation, but something made him bite his tongue. He wanted to see where this would go.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your typical hero now, then is it?” White Hat went on, persistent. He took a step closer, Black Hat pulling the door inward slightly in suspicious response. “Now, how would it look from a professional standpoint if you turned a customer such as myself, hmm?”
“I have no qualms about turning away such trash, actually.”
“Oh, but I–”
……… ……….. ………..
“What a child….” White Hat commented judgingly under his breath. Once more, he knocked.
Sigh. He’s not going to give up so easily. That much, Black Hat absolutely knew.
“Sir….?” Flug said hesitantly, stepping towards the obviously-frustrated demon glaring at the door. “Shouldn’t we just ignore him now….?”
Black Hat took a deep breath. “……. It’s not that simple.”
There was another knock, and Flug’s boss groaned in frustration.
“Let me guess.” The lighter eldritch said in a flat tone as the door finally opened just a smidge, “More satisfying the third time?”
“Immensely so.” Black Hat grinned hatefully from the crack in the door. “Which means you should realize that you are not welcome here.”
Before the demon could close the door one final time, White Hat stopped it with his hand.
“Tut tut, don’t be that way.” White Hat’s voice took on a new level of eerie hostility, as did his face, though both still held their dominantly ‘polite’ tones. He leaned in as close as he could, staring Black Hat directly in the eyes. “I’m being generously civil as of this moment, my dear Black Hat. But I have a limit to my patience too, you know.”
When all he got in response was that mistrustful narrow-of-the-eyes, White Hat’s grin grew impossibly larger. “Just let me in, Blackie.” He continued. “Surely it would be better than the alternative. Our little spats can get so dreadfully tiresome, after all, and surely you wouldn’t want to damage this absolutely wonderful house!” He accented the comment with a wave of his arms, patronizingly admiring the building aesthetic. “I am not leaving until I get what any other customer would get, and if I have to resort to violence, I can’t guarantee that there wouldn’t be any….” His visible eye flicked back to Black Hat. “…. casualties.”
There was a dangerous flash in the darker demon’s eyes. One that almost seemed intent on cutting the other’s throat.
….. But are the repercussions worth it? He certainly doesn’t want to start anything here of all places.
He almost glanced back at Flug, but stopped himself as to not tip off White Hat. The villain bit his tongue in frustration.
“……… You are here to browse our products?” He said finally, voice low and eyes narrowing to slits. “Nothing more?”
“But of course! What more would I possibly need from you?” White Hat chirped, all too happy with himself and twirling his scepter in hand.
“……………. What more, indeed………” Black Hat growled under his breath. Reluctantly, he stepped back and pulled the door all the way open so his counterpart could enter. Aside from Flug’s jaw hitting the floor in shock, the doctor remained deathly silent.
This can’t be good.
“So!” White Hat chirped again, almost bouncing in his tracks as he strode inside like he owned the place. His gaze flicked to every picture, every piece of furniture, every detail he could soak up in as little time as possible. He then clicked a heel and gracefully spun around to face Black Hat and his scientist. “Where might you keep your best products?”
Black Hat snorted. “Have a little patience, will you. I need a word with my employee first.” He added under his breath, “You did come in uninvited after all….” With that, he led Flug down one of their many hallways, leaving White to mingle in the entryway.
Flug’s confusion was ever growing.
“Oookay, Mr.Black Hat….” He whispered as he was being ushered just out of the other demon’s sight, Black Hat glancing around the corner one more time to make sure White stayed put. The lighter eldritch had taken to 'admiring’ one of Black Hat’s self-portraits. Good. Whether or not he knew Black Hat could see out of the image’s eyes was uncertain, but as long as the villain could keep tabs on him, he felt somewhat calmer. “W-What is going on?”
The doctor’s inquiry grabbed his attention. With a frustrated sigh, he faced him. “Look. I cannot explain everything to you right now. But that thing…..” He made a vague gesture in White Hat’s general direction, “Whatever it says it’s here for, it’s not here for that.”
Black Hat caught glimpse from the portrait of White Hat waving at it, indicating awareness of the little 'spying’ trick. The supervillain could only groan again in his annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose area. “Flug, we must be careful.”
“Are you saying he might attack…?” Flug asked, quirking an eyebrow slightly.
“Ehhh….. I don’t think so……. Not now, at least……” Black Hat grumbled, casting wary glances down the hall. “Not its style to strike right away….. but I want you to have this, just in case.” Reaching into his coat, Black Hat pulled out a pocket-size standard picture of himself and handed it to Flug.
“Charming, but I already have one in my wallet.” Flug joked as he took the photo.
“Just…. Keep it out of sight, but somewhere you can easily pull it out should you need me and I’m for any reason not nearby.” He looked down, and his voice lowered darkly. “I… I would just feel far better if I know I can keep an eye on you…”
Flug was about to make some joke about Black Hat worrying too much, but judging from that look on his face, maybe now wasn’t the best time…. “…. Okay.” The scientist said quietly, slipping the picture into his pocket.
With a slow nod, that seemed to make the demon slightly more at ease. “Good.” Turning again to head back towards that pain in the neck, Black Hat said, “We’d best not keep it waiting. The sooner this is over with, the better…..”
“So this lab of yours…” White Hat chatted as they walked, Black Hat placed firmly between him and the scientist he was speaking to, “… you keep your inventions there?”
“J-Just a small assortment of our better-selling ones, to have handy for customers looking for our best works. Like yourself.” Flug replied, keeping his tone as polite and professional as he could. “Y-You did say you didn’t want anything big, right?”
“Yes yes, just looking for something small and easily portable.” White Hat smiled back. “I’m sure I’ll have a better idea of what I want when I see the selection.”
“And what of you, friend?” The creature chirped, suddenly slinging an arm around Black Hat’s shoulders. “You’ve been awful quiet!”
At the contact, Black Hat went completely rigid for a split second before giving a fierce growl and pushing his arm away. “I have nothing to say to you.” He snarled, “I just want you in and out of here as quickly as pos–”
Demencia’s voice cut through one of the hallway intercoms, quieting the trio. “We’ve got a few customers here demanding to see you. Something about a product you sold them not working properly or malfunctioning or something? I know you usually like to be the one to handle stuff involving company guarantees, sooo…..”
Black Hat was dead silent for a full ten seconds at least. Slowly, he turned to White Hat. “When this day started, we were supposed to get no guests today.” He spoke quietly and suspiciously, eyes narrowing, “Now we have two unexpected visitors dropping by mere tens of minutes between each other. Why do I have the sneaking feeling that you have something to do with this supposed 'malfunction’?”
“Me?” White Hat chided, acting confused. “How am I to know? You’ve never been good with feelings, dear friend.”
At this point Black Hat looked about ready to sever this guy’s head from his body. But before he could get another word in, Demencia spoke up once more. “I’m still here, you know.”
Again, the demon hesitated, eyes locked onto White Hat. “…….”
“You’d best go deal with that.” White Hat smiled, looking ever-so-innocent. “Breaking guarantees on big-name products like yours must be a pretty big deal, after all. I’m sure your fine doctor can assist me on his own.”
It is a big deal. Their products have a 99% success rate. So what are the chances of one failing on the same day White Hat just happens to drop by?
Once again, he hesitated. It would be important to see these unsatisfied customers right away, but…
The villain glanced at Flug warily.
“It’s okay,” He said, playing it off as casual while also very subtly patting his pocket. “I can finish up helping this one. You’d better go sort that out.”
“…………………… Fine.” Black Hat growled reluctantly, stepping back. Casting White Hat a pointed glance, he snapped sharply, “I will be back as soon as possible.” With that, the demon was off in a puff of smoke. He didn’t like this one bit.
Flug watched him go, nodding, then turned his attention to White Hat. Admittedly, with Black Hat suddenly gone, the unease that came with this mystery figure suddenly felt far more apparent, but the doctor at least managed to conceal that well enough. Straightening his back, he gave another polite smile. “Well, my lab’s only a few more doors down. Just follow me.”
“As you can see, we’ve got quite a fine selection to choose from.”
Flug had laid out a series of small, intricately-designed devices on one of the lab tables to display for White Hat. A Liquiflux, disintegration ray, smoke bombs, all sorts of things. The eldritch had been looking over each one thoughtfully, picking one up, examining it, then placing it down to see another one while Flug described each one.
“I specialize in handrays of sorts, one of our most recent big successes being the gravitational distortion ray…” Flug explained, gesturing to the device in question, “Of course, most of our merchandise is, uh, villain-oriented, b-but I’m sure you could find something for whatever suits y-your needs, and–”
“You’re quite passionate about your work, aren’t you?” White Hat spoke up suddenly as he examined one of the smoke bombs.
“…. U-Um. Yes?” Wouldn’t that be kind of obvious?
“It really shows.” White Hat cast him a fanged grin. “Your inventions are really quite impressive.”
“Ah, t-thank you…”
White Hat looked the doctor up and down. Time to do some reactionary experimenting.
“You really should expand your horizons. It’s a shame all that brilliance is confined to this one little company.”
Flug could feel his muscles tense. He had to fight to keep himself from fidgeting with his fingers. “I-I, um, I like where I’m at. If you, uh, if you wanted to talk about the products–”
“What are you doing after work?”
White Hat stepped forward, giving him a devilish grin. “Perhaps you would let me take you out to dinner. We could talk more about science, business, whatever you want… Maybe I could even offer you a position among my own ranks. I would be blessed to have you.” That last part was added with a wink.
Now the scientist felt a spark of annoyance, on top of surprise. Is he serious? What kind of a person just asks something like that out of the blue so randomly?
Flug immediately stepped back in response to White Hat’s advance. “With all due respect, I do not fraternize with customers.”
“But you fraternize with employers, now don’t you?”
At that, the doctor’s whole body stiffened. Eyes narrowing, he took another step back and looked away, gaze falling onto the inventions displayed on the table. “If you are not interested in discussing the merchandise, then I must ask you to get out of my lab.”
White Hat only became more pleased with each passing second. He found he was quite enjoying poking at the doctor’s nerves. “Oh, but I’m very interested in the merchandise. As such, you can’t even imagine how fascinated I must be with the brilliant mind behind it all.”
The demon drew closer, a strange look in his eyes that made Flug feel all that much more uneasy. “Blackie made a smart move, recruiting you.”
When White Hat reached out a hand to lightly feel Flug’s bag, the doctor completely froze. Reacting almost immediately, he batted the other’s arm away in a heartbeat.
Okay. If this guy is anything like Black Hat, Flug knew he wouldn’t stand a chance if this turned into a physical confrontation.
But he knew one invention that might be a saving grace.
“My, my.” White Hat chuckled, voice like silk. “So he has a bit of fire after all.”
White Hat made another move towards him, and Flug reacted as quickly as he possibly could, reaching for the Liquiflux on the table.
Not quick enough.
This creature’s reflexes were lightning fast, and he slammed his hand down on Flug’s before it could reach its target.
“White Hat. Let go of me.” Flug demanded, glaring at the eldritch pinning his arm down. He hoped the other couldn’t smell fear like Black Hat could, nor hear the pounding of his heart as panic started to grip him with icy claws. But most of all, Flug hoped the demon had not noticed his free hand subtly slipping into his pocket and pulling out a small photo.
“Now now, you’re not being reasonable.” White Hat purred with amusement, “I was just having a friendly talk, is all. You were the one reaching for a weapo–”
He halted his statement when he felt knife-like claws gripping his shoulder.
“Weren’t you just leaving, White Hat?” Black Hat’s harsh voice asked, a rhetorical question of course, and with a very strained grin that clearly portrayed his strong desire to tear his counterpart to shreds.
White Hat glanced over his shoulder. Black Hat almost seemed to be shaking with rage. How hilarious.
Now’s not the time to provoke him, though. That can wait till later - this is just a test run, after all.
“Ah, yes.” The lighter demon said, brushing the furious villain’s hand off his shoulder like dust and letting go of Flug in the process, Black Hat immediately positioning himself between them. “In fact, your doctor was just showing me what I should purchase.” He reached for the Liquiflux, exchanging it for a rather large wad of cash that had been concealed in his coat, then handed the money to Black Hat with a grin. “This should be more than enough to suffice.”
Black Hat knocked the money right out of his hand and onto the floor, bristling with rage. “Just get out.”
One glance at the scattered bills. One glance at Flug. One glance at Black Hat. “…… As you wish.” He replied smoothly. “Thank you for your services.”
At that, the lighter eldritch finally took his leave. Out the window in a form of cloud-like smoke, mind you. What’s with eldritch demons and the smoke thing?
Black Hat took a long, tense deep breath in, exhaling just as slowly as he tried to keep his rage in check. Very slowly still, he turned to Flug, glancing at his arm. “Did it hurt you?”
“Ah, no– W-Well, I mean, not badly–”
Flug stopped mumbling as his boss carefully took his arm, rolling up the sleeves to see the dark bruises his counterpart left behind. The demon shivered as he again pushed down the urge to completely rage.
“…..Black Hat…..” The scientist said softly, concerned. “….. Who– What exactly was that?”
“………… It’s a long story.” Black Hat growled quietly, eyes narrowing. “They never should have called upon a demon to do a hero’s work.”
and these. theyve been a work in progress for a little while, and are almost done. first time i’ve put them on together.
we have a striped circle skirt with a wide waistband and a lace and cotton kinda lolita blouse thing with poofy pirate sleeves, with lace cuffs and a lace collar. hahah. and theres a bow around the neck with more lace on it that you cant really see on camera. awesome.
Summary: the reader is Stiles’ twin sister and doesn’t think Theo is evil.
A/N:Hi guys, this is my first imagine, I hope you like it. If you have any requests feel free to stop by my blog :) I write about Marvel, Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Harry Potter, One Direction, Zayn, Magcon or any other fandom that I might know a thing or two about.
School took away all your energy, but
the worst was your brother, Stiles. Lately he was trying to convince everyone
that Theo was evil. You were tired of listening to him ramble about Theo, but
he crossed the limits. He actually got the nerve to take Liam to spy him in the
woods. Who does that? Why did he had to stalk him? I mean, he’s just trying to
prove a point, more to himself than to the rest of the pack.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the
bell. You packed your things and headed to the lunch line trying to avoid
Stiles or the rest of the pack. After you got your food, you looked around for
a place to sit. You spotted the pack sitting at your usual table, and Stiles
started waving weirdly at you. You kept looking around, not wanting to sit with
them and listen to your brother’s shit. Your eyes stopped on a familiar figure,
Theo. He was sitting alone, avoiding
eye contact with everyone and he looked sad. If you were in his shoes, you
wouldn’t be too happy either, the only people he knew, his friends, made sure to sit away from him.
A small smile made its way to your
lips as you walked towards Theo’s table. From the corner of your eye you saw Stiles
getting angry. You knew Stiles well enough to know that he was gonna ask Scott
to listen to your heartbeat, Theo’s heartbeat, to what you were saying, trying
to catch your chemo signs and whatever the hell werewolves can do.
You stopped in front of Theo’s table
and cleared your throat making him look up.
“Is this seat taken?” You asked
pointing to the chair in front of him.
“No, not at all.” He smiled at you as
you sat down “You’re (y/n), Stiles’ sister right?”
“Yeah and I’m in your Biology class.” You nodded.
“I guess you know who I am.” He
“Stiles is my brother, of course I
know who you are.” You said making him chuckle.
There was an awkward silence filling
“Look, (y/n)…” Theo cleared his throat
“Not to sound rude or anything, but I thought you weren’t allowed to talk to
me. I mean…Stiles hates me for some reason and…” You interrupted him.
“Stiles is a drama queen. The pack has
been through a lot so he doesn’t trust easily. He’ll get over it eventually,
don’t worry.” You paused “Besides, I don’t care what Stiles thinks, he can’t
control who I’m friends with.” You finished with a shrug.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna get you
“He’s getting off limits. I heard
about what happened in the woods, I’m sorry about your sister.” You gave him a
“Thank you.” He looked down at his food
“But I guess everything happens for a reason and I believe that wherever she
“She’s looking over you.” You finished
his sentence “My mom died a few years ago, I know how that feels.” you looked
down at your food, poking it lightly with the fork.
For a few minutes no one spoke, the
silence wasn’t comfortable but it wasn’t awkward either. You were just…quiet.
“Okay, enough with the sad things!” you
looked up at him, slightly confused “Let’s talk about other stuff.”
“I don’t know…tell me about yourself.”
You thought about it for a minute, not
really knowing what to say.
“I’m (y/n) Stilinski, I’m Stiles’ twin
sister. I like pandas and ice cream. I literally spend all my free time on the
internet. I consider myself a nice person but also very sarcastic and sassy,
something that apparently runs in my family.” he chuckled “I like to draw and
math. I like math” He chuckled and shook his head a few times “What about you?”
“There’s not too much to say about me.
I’m just a normal kid.” He sighed, running his hand through his blond hair.
“Oh c’mon, everyone’s got a story.” You joked “C’mon Raeken I wanna know what is going on inside
that head of yours.” You lightly tapped his forehead making him laugh.
“No, seriously…I’m just a normal kid,
you know? I’m lame.”
“You’re a werewolf.” You lowered your
voice “I’m pretty sure that not everyone in this school can say that.” Although we were in Beacon Hills, there was a lot of weird shit going on here. From banshees,
to werecoyotes and kanimas, just name it, we have it “I won’t judge even if you
tell me that your favorite movie is The Little Mermaid and that you cry
watching Nemo.” You shrugged with a laugh.
He opened his mouth, but heavy
footsteps coming your way turned your attention away from Theo. Stiles was walking
towards you, looking pissed.
“Listen here Theo…”
“And here we go again.” You mumbled
under your breath.
“I know that you’re hiding something
and I might be the only one who sees right through your shitty act…seriously
dude, you should take a few acting classes, you’re a terrible liar…” Uh, what? “But
if you touch my sister, even if it’s a hand shake…I swear that I’ll shove a
mistletoe wrapped up in wolf’s bane up your little werewolf ass! You hear me?”
“Stiles, that’s enough…”
“No, (y/n), if you can’t see that he’s
evil, I’ll just have to look out for you!” Then he turned to Theo again “What
are you still doing here?”
Theo grabbed his bag and got up, ready
“No, Theo isn’t going anywhere.” You
crossed my arms over your chest.
“He’s right (y/n).” Theo finally spoke
“I should go, it’s okay” He assured.
“It’s okay…” He nodded and gave you a
“You can’t control my friends Stiles.
Besides you’re just trying to prove yourself that he’s evil!” You exclaimed
while Theo walked towards the exit.
“No, you don’t understand (y/n), he’s
shady…” He kept talking but you just blocked him out.
You watched as Theo walked away with
his head down. When he walked past the pack, they just pretended he wasn’t
there, except for Scott, who gave him a small nod.
It was true that he didn’t want to say
anything about himself, you didn’t know anything about him except his name and
that he was a werewolf. Could he be evil? Could Stiles actually be right? If he
was hiding something, it made sense that he didn’t really talk about himself.
Maybe Theo wasn’t even his real name. Hell, maybe the real Theo was dead a long
You were a little confused when he
stopped at the entrance and turned around, making eye contact with you. He
smiled and waved and you returned the gesture.
You shook your head, Stiles’ conspiracy
theories were clouding your judgement. Of course Theo wasn’t evil, he was too
sweet to be evil. He was just a lost kid, who was looking for a place where he could fit in, he was just looking for a pack.
But little did you knew, that you were
wrong. But how could you? After all, no
one expects an angel to set the world on fire.
It’s been way too long since I posted an update, and I’m sorry about that. There’s also been some confusion about the new formatting requirements on the board, which I’ve cleared up. So these next few stories are going to be posted a little differently! They’ll be in chronological order, and I’ll do my best to tie them into each other as much as I can so it doesn’t skip around too much.
Imagine Emily Prentiss, living in Paris, having access to some of the nicest coffee in the world, and instead repeatedly dragging herself to a hole in the wall bar in the afternoons on some back street because their coffee is so so bad it reminds her of the coffee pots in those out of the way police stations back in the US, and sometimes when she closes her eyes and inhales, the smell it feels like home.