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This is an example of a prayer you can pray if you’re ready to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.

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Christopher Pike: You Saved Me

Imagine Christopher Pike saving you from imminent death, forming a father-daughter bond with you:

"Help Me! Someone! Please!" I couldn't contemplate what was happening, only the pain that was burning through my lungs as my screams emanated within the air. My nails violently digging deeper into the earth, my body weight continuing to pull me closer to my doom.

There isn't much I remember before this, only how I was on my way home from school when something threw me with great strength, it wasn't a person, no, it felt like the world had shook so strongly that I simply shook too. It's a little much for me to try to understand, all I am currently focused on is survival.

The world suddenly felt hot, much hotter than normal, and muggy; I can feel the humidity dripping along my skin. The air has turned suffocating, making me gasp like a fish that is forced to breathe oxygen when dragged out of the water. I'm hanging along an edge, a cliff that wasn't there moments before God's wrath broke, but now it looks deep enough to take me to the other side of the world.

My species has many human features, but also many animalistic ones. For one, I have claws, big and long like that of a jaguar, they aid me in clinging to the eroding soil. The roar of the panicked people is amplified by pumping adrenaline, it doesn't help that the shouts are muffled with the sound of my own heartbeat bursting through my body.

I can feel my grasp slipping, the ground is moist and soggy, almost seeming to melt from underneath my hands. People are stomping and screaming, I'm still not sure what is going on, all I know is that the adults are confused as well. I've kept my eyes closed, fearful that I will see destruction in place of my home. My limbs are aching, my arms feel like they are being torn out of their sockets, I try to lift myself up in vain.

I scream out for help once more, though I fear no one can hear me. Just as my body fails me, just as my hands finally release and my mind accepts elimination... A hand tightly wraps around one of my wrists. It's a strange hand, it feels familiar, but alien at the same time. My body hanging limply, I fear I don't even have the energy to look at my savior, but they care not, dragging me up and away from the cliff. I'm wrapped in a warm embrace, the type that reminds me of my father when he comes home after a long business trip. I want to look at him, to thank him endlessly, but my conscious mind is quickly slipping into a dream state.

The man tries to awaken me, he shakes my body, yelling at me to open my eyes before giving up. He picks me up in his arms, protectively sheltering my body from the chaos around us, tapping something on his chest and beginning to talk to someone; the conversation was short and hurried.

I want to see him, I want to see the stranger who saved me when all else had left me to die. My eyelids feel heavy, but I manage to open them for a few seconds. The man is young, he reminds me a lot of my dad, except this person looks fearful, but stoic; I don't know how to describe it other than he looks strong. He has brown hair that is slightly graying at the sides with random stripes littering the rest of his head; he looks too young to be graying, but I can see on his face that he has the years of stress built up. I want to hug him, to say thank you, but before I can do any of that we are beamed aboard what I assume to be a star ship.

I try to stay awake, but as a large amount of people begin to rush forward, my consciousness finally slips away, my body drifting into a deep slumber; one which I hope to awaken from soon.

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I can't hear anything, but I can feel something. It's warm and comforting, it makes me feel safe, it feels fatherly. My eyes fluttered open for a moment before immediately regretting their decision and slamming shut, the bright lights burning, it felt and looked like a searing white flame. They flutter open a few more times before finally adjusting to the light.

I glance around the room, it looks like a med bay, but it's very different from the ones I am used to. It's much colder, it feels unwelcoming, but at the same time I still feel normal, as though this sterile environment is warmer than the two suns of my home. I finally turn my head and look at the person, the person who dragged me from my doom and brought me to safety. He looks a lot more tired, his face worn with stress, and his slicked hair is somehow both clean but messy.

I sit up slowly, careful as I pull my small hand from his. Not careful enough apparently, I sadly startled him awake, his deep brown eyes immediately focusing on me. I freeze, I can't quite remember how to react, but he doesn't seem to mind because a relieved smile spreads across his exhausted features. I relax slightly, he doesn't seem as scary as I expected.

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Pike's POV:

We had beamed down to this plant based on negotiations for some trade deal between this species and another. It was supposed to be a simple in and out, but the other species decided they were done negotiating. The planet was fired upon by their war ships, detrimental damage was done, Discovery was about to beam me up when I heard a jarring scream amid the panic. The scream was young and fearful, it sounded like a child, and I simply felt like I couldn't allow myself to leave until I found them.

I order everyone else to be beamed up before running off in search of the voice, I hear Burnham yell out in protest, but she gets cut off as she is transported.

They stopped, the chaos seemed eerily quiet, I'm about to give up when I heard the last weak scream, they sounded defeated. I scramble to the spot, fearful I might be too late, but then I spot them. This person had been thrown over the cliff, only one hand managing to hold them up, I can see their claws extended and ripping into the ground, a last ditch effort to stay alive.

I can see them giving up, their hand slowly releasing, but I lunge forward, my hand grasping onto their small wrist. Gazing at the person, I am met with the view of an exhausted child, seemingly no older than 10, her eyes are closed and I'm afraid I might still lose her.

Roughly pulling her up, her tired form collapsing against me, I quickly grasp her face, trying to see if her eyes have opened yet, but they remain closed. I shout at her, trying to get any reaction, but I still receive none. I hastily speak into my badge, ordering both of us to be beamed up and to have medical staff at the ready.

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The girl has been out for a while, they had to induce a coma for some reason, they tried to explain it to me, but my mind is too jumbled at the moment to understand any of their medical jargon.

As soon as I had been beamed up, we immediately warped out of there, the federation wouldn't allow us to interfere in the battle, and I had just gotten word yesterday that this little girl's species had been slaughtered. I'm not sure if there were any survivors, or if any others managed to escape the initial barrage, all I know is that I am happy I managed to save her.

I've been waiting for her to wake up, I need to know that she is alright; I don't know why, but I feel like I need to take care of her. It's a weird feeling.

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I had come in early today, our only trip had me sending some crew members down to collect samples from a planet, so all was calm. I took that spare time and went to the med bay, the girl was still asleep, I've taken to addressing her as Katya. It's a weird name, sure, but it kind of matches her in that she has claws like a cat, and that she for some reason feels like the only pure thing left from the massacre.

I held her hand as I fell asleep, my brain was beginning to view her as a daughter. I tried to put some space and maintain an objective view of the matter, but that clearly didn't last long.

I'm pulled from my dream when I feel movement, I quickly open my eyes, only to be met with a surprising view. She was awake, after two weeks of unconsciousness she was finally awake! At first she seemed on edge when she noticed me, but after surveying me for a few moments she seemed to ease up. A smile was upon my face, knowing that she was okay.

"Hello there." My voice is calm, my tone could almost be described as soft. I don't know where this side of me is coming from, I'm a nice person sure, but I can't quite remember ever being like this towards anyone. I feel protective, but also an intense need to comfort, I want her to be okay, I need her to be okay.

Her eyes widen slightly, I worry I might've upset her, but those worries disappear when a small smile forms on her face.

"Hi." Her voice is hesitant but steady, she seems like she is at a loss for words.

"My name is Christopher Pike, I'm the captain of this star ship. Can you tell me your name and what you remember?" I try not to rush, but I need to know what she remembers, I need to know if I need to tell her about the attack.

"I remember shouts and screams, the world was shaking worse than our most terrible quakes. I-I was hanging, I almost let go, but you saved me. I don't remember anything else." Her voice trembled slightly throughout the sentence, and her eyes adopted a far away look. I sigh, unsure of how to tell this young girl that her entire species might very well be extinct and that she was the only known survivor.

"Don't worry, I know." Her voice broke through my thoughts, I looked at her in confusion.

"I know they're gone... I can't hear them anymore." Her voice grows heavy, her eyes drifting down as a glaze washes over them; I spend a few more moments in confusion before finally understanding. Her species all shared a weak mind-link, everyone on her planet had their thoughts running through the others heads, only it was in the back of their mind and sounded more like static. Poor girl, this silence must be awful.

"Well I'm not going anywhere, come on, let's go explore." I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm a captain, I don't have time to show a kid around my star ship. Yet, at the same time, I want to treat this girl like she's my own.

She wears a startled expression before curiosity grows in her eyes. She grasps my outstretched hand and allows me to pull her up. Her first few steps are shaky, but that is understandable after her weeks of bed rest.

We're about to head out the doors when I realize she stopped. I turn around in confusion, but she speaks first.

"You saved me, thank you." Before I can reply she jumps forward and hugs me, I'm stunned for a moment, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her small form. I pull away, giving her a smile, ruffling her already messy hair. I release her, this fatherly protection building up in my chest. I walk to the doors with a wide smile on my face, motioning to the never ending hallways.

"Let's go explore."

I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Jesus Christ

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What Is Original Sin?

By Psychologist & Bible Researcher Eli Kittim

Most of us think that we are good people. We haven’t harmed anyone. We’re not that bad. So, what kind of sins do we have to confess? In fact, sometimes we can’t even think of any. Yet 1 John 1.8-10 (KJV) reads:

If we say that we have no sin, we deceive

ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we

confess our sins, he is faithful and just to

forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from

all unrighteousness. If we say that we have

not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word

is not in us.

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Original Sin

Original sin is the Christian doctrine that human beings inherit a sin nature at birth, with some Protestant theologians even arguing for total depravity, namely, that we’re in such a state of rebellion against God that we’re not even able to follow him, by ourselves, without his effectual grace. Other Christian theologians, such as Clement of Alexandria (c. 150 – c. 215 AD), totally dismissed the thought of original sin by giving it a more allegorical interpretation.

Unlike Christianity, both Judaism and Islam hold a more positive view of human nature. They assert that human beings have an equal capacity for both good and evil, and that they don’t inherit another person’s sin at birth. They also claim that although humans might be culturally conditioned to sin by decadent societies, nevertheless they’re not born that way. To back that up, the Jews often quote the Torah (Deut. 24.16), which states:

The fathers shall not be put to death for the

children, neither shall the children be put to

death for the fathers: every man shall be

put to death for his own sin.

To drive the point home, they usually cite Ezekiel 18.20:

The son shall not bear the iniquity of the

father, neither shall the father bear the

iniquity of the son: the righteousness of the

righteous shall be upon him, and the

wickedness of the wicked shall be upon

him.

But these passages are only referring to actual sins, namely, to behavioral sins that each individual is personally responsible for. These verses, however, are not addressing *collective sin* that resides in human nature.

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The Collective Unconscious

Carl Jung (1875 - 1961), the famous Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, defined the concept we now know as the “collective unconscious.” This phrase refers to the deepest layer of the unconscious mind which, according to Jung, is genetically inherited and is therefore not part of individual history or personal experience. In other words, it’s not part of the personal unconscious.

Jung held that each person retains these innate unconscious impressions of humanity as a collective knowledge of our species. They’re in our genes, so to speak. But, here, also lurk all the dark, animal instincts of man, as well as the archetypes. One such archetype is called the “shadow,” an unconscious aspect of the personality that the conscious self doesn’t recognize or identify with. It represents a large portion of the *dark side* that is completely foreign and unknown to the ego. These collectively-inherited unconscious archetypes are universally present in every human being.

Over the years, many artistic works, like Star Wars, have addressed themselves to the dark side of human nature, from Pink Floyd's album Dark Side of the Moon, to horror movies like American Psycho and Hannibal Lecter, to the constant violence that no current Action film seems to be without. Life imitating art would be when we witness the exact same things happening in real life while turning on the 6 o’clock news. We customarily disassociate ourselves from this aspect of human nature. We can never imagine that this state of mind resides within all of us. We always point fingers at someone else. In our eyes, we are saints. We’re like the Pharisee in Luke 18.11:

The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with

himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as

other men are, extortioners, unjust,

adulterers, or even as this publican.

But, according to Jesus, we are all a bunch of hypocrites. In Matthew 15.18-19, Jesus implies that the dark side is hidden in the unconscious. It’s not simply a conscious thought, a spoken word, or an action that is the cause of one’s sinful behavior but rather a deep state of being (aka “the heart”) out of which proceeds all manner of evil:

But those things which proceed out of the

mouth come forth from the heart; and they

defile the man. For out of the heart proceed

evil thoughts, murders, adulteries,

fornications, thefts, false witness,

blasphemies.

That’s why Jeremiah 17.9 declares:

The heart is deceitful above all things, and

desperately wicked: who can know it?

No wonder Paul says that the unregenerate are still carnal (Rom. 8.8):

they that are in the flesh cannot

please God.

As theologian Timothy Keller asserts:

The church is not a museum for pristine

saints, but a hospital ward for broken

sinners.

If one fails to understand Jung’s concept of the “collective unconscious,” or the dark side of human nature, one will ultimately misunderstand the Biblical doctrine of original sin.

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Why Does Jesus Have to Die for Humanity?

Jesus doesn’t have to suffer greatly and die on a tree simply on account of sins that were committed in the past, or to justify repentant sinners because of their current or future sins. No! Jesus dies to redeem *human nature* from original sin. He dies for humanity’s collective sin (past, present, and future). And he also redeems humanity, in himself, by dying to sin. In other words, Jesus dies to the sinful state of being, if you will, in order to free human nature from the bondage of death and decay. Not only does Jesus justify sinners by dying to sin, but because he is God, he also transforms human nature itself. In the resurrection, Christ’s human nature that rises from the grave is no longer sin-tainted, but glorious!

Otherwise, if everyone sinned voluntarily, and human beings were not tainted by original sin, then there wouldn’t be any reason for God’s Son to die for mankind. In that case, sin would be an individual or personal responsibility, not a collective one. And humanity would not need a savior because there would be neither a collective cause nor a cure for crime, violence, and murder. These people would simply be classified as criminal offenders who, unlike others, consciously “chose” to behave that way.

However, that’s not what Paul says in Romans 5.18–19:

Therefore as by the offence of one [Adam]

judgment came upon all men to

condemnation; even so by the

righteousness of one [Christ] the free gift

came upon all men unto justification of life.

For as by one man's disobedience many

were made sinners, so by the obedience of

one shall many be made righteous.

In fact, Paul declares in 1 Corinthians 15.21-22:

For since by man came death, by man

came also the resurrection of the dead. For

as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all

be made alive.

Conclusion

Because the concept of the unconscious had not yet been discovered in Antiquity or the Dark Ages, the existence of the collective unconscious was not known, let alone addressed by either Judaism or Islam. Their criticism of original sin is quite unsophisticated and is presented exclusively from the point of view of the conscious mind. They neither comprehend the totality of the personality nor do they consider unconscious motivation. Therefore, to deny or ignore the overwhelming influence of the dark side of man (aka sin nature) is equivalent to a naïveté: a lack of experience, sophistication, and wisdom! This lack of skillful treatment is either due to innocence or deep repression.

That’s precisely why many people don’t know what sin is. And, consequently, they keep sinning. They can’t even understand why Jesus has to die for them. They often ask, what’s the big fuss about “original sin”? Read Jonathan Edwards’ sermon, “The heart of man is exceedingly deceitful.”

What do you think is the meaning behind Robert Louis Stevenson’s book, “The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde”? It presents the duality within man. This work is emphasizing the dark side of human nature that is hidden underneath our socially-acceptable “Dr. Jekyll” persona. But in the unconscious lurks another personality, Mr. Hyde, who represents evil that’s waiting in the wings. The depth of human cruelty is also represented in “Heart of darkness,” by Joseph Conrad. It’s the same idea in Bram Stoker's “Dracula.” All these classic works of art act like mirrors in trying to show us blind spots that we don’t usually see in ourselves and end up projecting onto others. And this darkness that proceeds from man’s collective unconscious is what Christian theologians have coined “original sin.” Louis Berkhof, in his “Systematic Theology,” pt. 2, ch. 4, writes:

actual sin in the life of man is generally

admitted. This does not mean, however,

that people have always had an equally

profound consciousness of sin. We hear a

great deal nowadays about the ‘loss of the

sense of sin.’

Therefore, the psychological and spiritual goal is to give up one's naivete and to expand one's consciousness so as to embrace and integrate all aspects of one’s personality and human nature. That’s what psychoanalysts mean when they say, “making the unconscious conscious.” It is here that rebirth in Christ becomes possible. That’s why wisdom teachers typically say that we need to see existence as it really is. What you need to do, in the words of the Dalai Lama (which represent the title of his book), is to figure out “How to see yourself as you really are.” It is then, and only then, when you will finally realize that sin is not simply an isolated behavior, but rather a state of being——deeply rooted in the “carnal mind” (cf. Rom. 6.6)——that needs to be transformed by the Holy Spirit. And that *existential experience* in and of itself constitutes not only a prelude to “rebirth,” but also the hope of salvation in Jesus Christ!

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For more info on this topic, see my essay, “BIBLICAL SIN: NOT AS BEHAVIOR BUT AS ULTIMATE TRANSGRESSION”: https://eli-kittim.tumblr.com/post/184880965717/i-think-the-greek-phrase-%CF%87%CF%89%CF%81%E1%BD%B6%CF%82-%E1%BC%81%CE%BC%CE%B1%CF%81%CF%84%CE%AF%CE%B1%CF%82-ie

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BIBLICAL SIN: NOT AS BEHAVIOR BUT AS ULTIMATE TRANSGRESSION

I think the Greek phrase χωρὶς ἁμαρτίας (i.e. “without sin”) in reference to Jesus in Hebrews 4.15 has been greatly misunderstood. If in thi

Did you know that everything we do outside of God’s will leave a black mark on our soul, but that the good news is that every single mark can be erased with the blood of Jesus?

Maybe you are asking how can the blood of anyone erase these marks? Well, the answer my friend is that the blood of Jesus bled out for you long before you were even born. He died 2,000 years ago on a wooden cross so that you would not have to wear those marks of sin and took all your sins upon Himself so that you could live eternally in heaven.

The blood of Jesus is pure and holy. When you come to know Jesus as your LORD and SAVIOR He washes all those marks of sin completely out of you and wipes every mistake of your life OUT just as if you never had them! When you receive this gift and accept what Christ has done for you, you will know deep inside that they are gone and you will have no desire to mark yourself in sin again.

There’s a wonderful old hymn called “Nothing But The Blood Of Jesus” that says: “What can wash away my sins? Nothing but the blood of Jesus! What can make me clean within? Nothing but the blood of Jesus! Oh, precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow. No other fount I know. Nothing but the blood of Jesus.”

If the world is pulling you and drawing you into sin that keeps continuing on and on in your life, stop right now and ask Jesus to come into your life. Come with all your heart and just say:

Jesus, please forgive me of my sins. I surrender myself to you.

When you take that step and confess your sins to him, he will lead you to a fulfilled life. Allow the Lord to erase those marks you’ve been making on your soul. Give them to Jesus and Let Him Erase Them ALL...and He WILL!

The Apostle Peter wrote:

“Knowing that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, like silver and gold, from your aimless conduct received by tradition from your fathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, as a lamb without blemish and spot.” 1 Peter 1:18

When you read the Bible, ask God to give you a deep desire to read, retain, and apply His WORD in your life. Then thank and praise God that He has made a way for all your sins to be forgiven. God has a better plan of hope, love, provision waiting for you when you decide to receive God’s forgiveness, and experience His love. Come and follow Jesus. Apply the SIN ERASER to your life!

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This is the 666th “Your Daily Note” and it is fitting that this message is dedicated to this well known, but still mysterious and ominous number.

Most people recognize 666 as something evil and sinister, but as this verse instructs, one is advised to search out and recognize what this means as it will have immense future ramifications one day (soon?) on all people in the world.

Biblical prophecy — and by Jesus himself — says that the world will enter a time of trouble greater than any in all of history. It will be marked by war, famine, pestilences, and great natural disasters, all of which will increase in frequency like pregnancy birth pangs in a seven year period called THE TRIBULATION. It will begin with a 'great reset' of the peoples of the earth to culminate into a one world government led by one man called THE ANTI-CHIRST who will control all activity.

Despite our best efforts, no one knows exactly what 666 precisely means, nor can we determine who this 'BEAST' and “Son Of Perdition” is today, but given the signs happening in the world it is clear the time of the Anti-Christ and the MARK OF THE BEAST OF MR. 666 is coming Soon.

The Bible says in Proverbs 21:31 that “The horse (i.e. money, power, provisions, 'prepping') is prepared (in vain) against the day of battle (i.e. trouble or tribulation) but SAFETY is of the LORD.“ The WRATH of the evil man of 666 will come upon the world, and the only REAL safety from him and the Great Reset, New World Order, and Mark of the Beast of 666 is in Jesus Christ.

Friend, the world is spinning faster and faster out of control. The warning signs of evil are growing daily. Turn your life to Christ and receive this promise:

“For God hath not appointed us to WRATH, But to obtain SALVATION By our Lord Jesus Christ” - 1 Thessalonians 5:9

God Bless Your Day Jesus Loves You

Atrayo's Oracle Vlog on the Three Mercies of Christ's Crucifixion

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Today's "Jewels of Truth" statement 1,751 seems to have written itself in 2 parts. One of the origins of Creation and another on the passing of a Great Prophet, if not Savior to many more as "Jesus the Christos". As angelically channeled spiritual wisdom content for all regardless of faith in this world. 

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When Christ was brought before Pontius Pilate under the ruse that Jesus was a criminal, he was faced with a dilemma. On one hand there was an angry crowd claiming he was dangerous and a threat to the nation, yet in talking to Jesus he saw no menace in the man. So which conclusion was true?

The same dilemma exists in people’s minds today about Jesus. Either he was simply a wise man, great teacher, and example of good to others like Mohamed, Buddha, Confucius and other religious leaders, or he was God made man (Immanuel: “God is with us”) and the LORD and Saviour of the world. It’s either one or the other, because either he’s no different than these other well-known spirit philosophers or he is God and divine. He can’t be both.

All of us likewise must make that distinction. Both cannot be true.

If he is just another great teacher and moral example than pick the one that is most reasonable of the group to you, but if he is in fact the only one that raised from the dead, conquered the grave and is offering eternal life, what are you going to do with that?

The question remains — WHAT IS TRUTH? Is it Christ or something else?

You Decide.

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Dear Tchaikovsky

Thanks for giving me the ability to power through studying

I wouldn't say Jesus is "just Dionysus" -- not any more than Dionysus is "just Osiris" or "just Mithras" or "just Shiva".  You're on the right track, in that the mythology is archetypally the same -- the Infant God Of Light, the Compassionate Lover God, the Dying God / Sacrificed God, the Resurrected God.  These apply to Dionysus and Jesus, yes, but also to many other deities.  Most of those deities were born of virgin mothers, announced by stars, slept in mangers, were hidden away from kings or figures of power, travelled around spreading strange new teachings, were labelled insurrectionists or heretics, and ended up killed in a sacrificial way before ultimately being resurrected.  But being part of the same archetype, the same mythic family, doesn't mean Jesus = Dionysus in any complete real way.

I'm trying to write a paper on why Jesus is just Dionysus, but stupid Christian websites keep getting in my way.

Any help would be so awesome!!! Websites, books, documentaries, you name it i’ll look into it. Just no more ” Satan implanted those myths so that we would doubt Christ” for the love of the Gods.

Pours one out for my nonbelievers friends and lovers* my ex boyfriend said he hated religion. And I get that. But he died of pneumonia and he was only 34. Don't know for sure if he accepted Jesus into his life in his last moments. But most likely, did not. :( I don't claim that Jesus is the only way to heaven, but it's what I secretly have believed. There is no one or no way greater than the narrow door. Jesus Christ, son of God, fully God and fully man. Redeemer and friend. Forever and ever. Amen.

Mick Rawson x reader  Please, do not be scared

The reader moves to a new town and gets into trouble. 

Mick helps her out.

Warinings: Mention of harrassment, mention of shots, description of panic attack, violence, cursing, mention of possible death

There will be: Fluff a lot of fluff, angst, happy end 

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You tried to catch your breath leaning against your door. First day in a new town and you already messed up. Your door was closed, it was close to midnight and you, you had no key and your mobile batterie of course had died an hour ago. How it came to this? Well first of you got rubbed. He took advantage of you being outside late at night and alone on top of it. It had not really been your fault your flight had a terrible delay. Your phone had died on that airport already when you tried to get useful information over the situation. You wanted to turn it off soon enough, you really thought you did, but as you tried to start it again it simply would not make a sound.

The man robbing you was at least noble enough to let you keep the phone. A phone with no battery. That probably was the online reason he left it with you. Knowing it would not help you to call the police anytime soon. What he did take was your wallet, everything of expensive and to your horror your key. Now he had you address because of your ID and a freaking key! You had tried to ask him for that key, but he just laughed at you. Luckily most of your things would be delivered to your new home tomorrow so you had not much on you anyway, but your wallet and your key were a huge problem. Still you were glad you were alive. You could still feel the cold knife pressed against your neck, the warm blood dripping down. There was still a small line flowing down. To you luck the cut was not too deep, but you had been terrified. You were still trembling. Your hands clenching on your blouse holding it together. He had taken your jacket and ribbed open your blouse. A tear fell down your cheek. You could still feel his hands on you. How they ghosted over your bare skin His touch. You felt dirty and ill. You did not know how much time had passed while he had you. You were shock stare, the knife on your neck not allowing you to fight back or to scream. He had been so fast. You were so close to home and there he was suddenly. He Came From behind and clapped his hand over your mouth. The knife at your side drawing blood to let you know he was serious. He took you in an alley and had forced you to give everything to him. He had ribbed open your blouse. You could still feel his hands hovering over your naked skin. He was wearing a mask. The bastard had planned the whole thing, so it seemed. You were preparing for the worst, when he suddenly stopped and chuckled. The sound made you shiver. “Do not worry missy, this game has just begun.” He laughed. You had never before heard such a cold-hearted laugh. “I will see you soon” with that he let go of you and pushed you to the main street. You did not think twice and started to run. You did not even try to use your phone he had made sure it was dead. You reached the main street, but it was like a ghost town completely empty. You did not think of screaming, because he had shown you a gun and you were quite sure he could still shoot you from the alley. You were still too close. You did not know the way to the next police station and all windows were dark, so you ran to the only place close by you knew. Your apartment. You just stopped running when you were inside the complex, leaning against your door. You knew you need help. Your best option were your neighbours. The neighbours you still needed to meet. You were about to go for the door next to yours when suddenly a person turns around the corridor corner and walk straight in your direction. A scream escaped you and your first instinct was to run until you remembered that the corridor was a dead end. There was only one more door next to yours and that was it. You were about to run up to that door and bang against it, when the figure began to spoke, while stepping more into the light. “Please, do not be scared. I did not mean to scare you.” You realised somewhere in your brain, that he had an accent. Was that British? The man before you were still quiet young and if you had not been so scared you for sure had thought he looked handsome, well handsome was not even fitting it he was drop dead beautiful. The man took careful and slow steps in your direction like trying to not disturb a wild animal. “Hello love, my name is Mick. I live in the apartment next to you. I am sorry I really did not mean to scare you.” He was holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.  You nodded weakly but your body was still trembling. You had problems to stand probably and you really tried but you did not manage to say a word. New tears flew down your cheeks. The man was still getting closer and with every step he took he was repeating that he had no intention of hurting you. He was wearing a small somehow calming smile, while his eyes got more worried with every moment you did not answer. Worried with a slice of anger since he had seen the state you were in, but you somehow knew this anger was not directed at you and he was quick to mask the most of it with a calming smile. Normal people would most likely not noticed but you had always been very shy and as a result of it you learned to read people and their emotions. It helped you to interact with them a bit better and in his posture, you could just see determination and overall protectiveness. Still you could not help but to push your body more against your door and trying to make yourself smaller, as if that would hide you, normally you would have known that it would not help, but you were too scared to think clearly, you felt like a terrified child. Not like a fresh graduate from university. The man stopped walking and took something from his pocket. “Please calm down. I mean no harm. See I am from the FBI. I can help you.” You managed to look up and see his batch. It looked real to you and he was not the man from before. His voice, his way of speaking, everything looked different. He was meaning protection. Someone to help you. He meant safety. You nodded weakly to show that you understood, then closed your eyes, you were feeling dizzy all out of the sudden. Then you realized you had breathed way too fast all the time. You had been hyperventilating all the time. The next moment your legs give in and you were sure to fall to the ground, but two strong arms caught you. At first you first instinct was to fight back to get free and run but the arms were restraining you. He was way stronger than you and obviously knew what he was doing. You were nearly not able to move at all. “Please, love you need to calm down. Calm down and I let you go. I cannot do this right now. In the state you are you would hurt yourself.” His voice was gently and calm, his British accent somehow made it even more calming. “Here,” he somehow managed to guide your head to your chest, while still restraining you. “You can hear my heartbeat, right love? Focus on it, just focus on it and listen to me can you do this for me love?” You nodded weakly you were not able to move more than that. He would let you go, he said he would let you go. Somewhere deep inside you, you knew he meant no harm, but you were panicking and so your instinct was to get free and run, just run and hide if possible. “Can you hear it love?” You nodded again weakly. His heartbeat was steady and calm. So, calm it made you ask yourself how it could be so calm in this situation, but that thought was whisked away fast by your fear. “I want you to breath with me, okay? Just breath with me… In ………and out ….” He was taking slow and deep breaths five seconds in holding it for three seconds and five seconds to breath out. You tried to match your breathing with his, but it was so hard at first, yet he was patient with you. After a few minutes you got better and managed to keep the rhythm on your own. “that’s right, just like this, you’re doing good love. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay. Keep breathing, dear, you’re doing good” You felt his arms losing up a bit and one of his hands gently stroking your hair in a calming manner. “If you want, I can let you go now.” He stated in a soft voice, but you shook your head while hiding at his chest. You were thinking clearly enough again to know he meant safety. He chuckled lightly just continued to stroke your hair:” Okay, love we can stay like this, but would it be okay for you if I move us both into mine apartment? It would be a bit warmer there and you freezing could. I do not want you to get sick.” You nodded weakly again not trusting your voice. Yours and his apartment were the only ones at the floor and yours was out of option. Then suddenly you remembered you remembered what the man had said. Scared you look up at Mick, who got concerned right away. “He-he said...he would come back...he s-said see you soon…he ...he will come back for me…!” “Love, Love I need you to calm down again.” “Does he have your address? “you nodded. “Okay even more of a reason to get into my apartment. I do not want you to be on the floor when he decides to show up and I will call the police right away. Also, I need you to stay away from the door no matter what, okay?” “please help me…” you whimpered “I will love, I will. You are safe now, you are safe.” He got up with you still in his arms. As if you were no real weight for him. “Think you manage to stand while I open the door?” “y-yes” “good” he gently put you on your feet and put one arm around you to steady you. He was quick in open the door guided you through it and closed it securely. Without another word picked you up again. He took you both in and moved you in his bedroom. You were a bit confused why he had to simply put you down on the coach or a chair in the other room. He seemed to see your confusion and answered, “I like the idea of having an extra door between you and him in case he figures you could be at my place.” He stated calmly. You shuddered, he would come looking for you and that meant you were putting this nice young man in front of you in danger. “Y-you d.do not need to do this…You are in danger…because of me…” You looked down. You were so scared, but you did not want someone to get hurt because of you.  He sighed “Love, look at me, “ he gently made you look up with his finger under your chin, “It is my job to protect people and what kind of a neighbour would I be if I would not be helping you. Bloody hell what kind of gentleman” he grinned at you, you were sure he wanted to lighten your mood and you could not help but smile a little at his grin. “I be right back. I the police and also some of my colleagues okay, love? I will be right back. Just stay here please and if someone tries to enter this room without me telling you it is okay beforehand or if you here shots or anything like that, I want you to go and hide here okay?” He went over to his closet which was surprisingly big. “But don’t worry too much I am just being overcautious. I will not let him to you. I shot him if he dares to try and I am damn good at that. I am one of the best snipers this world got right now, and I am skilled with every gun. Oh, and then there would be normal combat and some material arts like...” he grinned at you as you laughed lightly, he was showing of on purpose and you knew it. Still he made you feel saver. This man surely knew how to stand his ground and he was willing to protect you. He was about to stand up, when he stopped and took of his hoody pulling it over your head in the next moment. You blushed at that gesture “You are cold” he murmured softly to explain his action. You muttered a soft “Thanks”. The hoody was warm and smelling of him. You really liked his scent.  “I will be right back, Love” he gently strokes over your hair one more time and left.

 Micks Pov

 I sighed; the poor girl looked like a mess. She had some injuries, but injury severity luckily did not seem to be too bad. Still I wanted to punch the guy who hurt her right now. First on I called the police. I did not like to let the man know that she got help but it would also be no good to have no back up and he surely would have figured out she would get herself help. I also asked for an ambulance. She did not seem to be in any immediate danger, but I needed to be sure and have someone at least check her up. I knew a thing or two about medicine from my time in the Special force, but I felt like a real doctor should check her up. Next on I called Sam. I had a strange feeling about this guy. Letting her walk away but promising to come back, that sounded like the type of man who fitted in our job description to catch. We did not have a case right now, so Sam will find a way to make us the responsible. After I explained everything to him and was sure the police would be here any minute, I went back to my momentarily charge. I gently knocked beforehand to not scare her and softly spoke to her: “It is just me love” I opened the door and had to smile. She had nearly completely hidden away in my hoody which was too large for her, she looked adorable.  I sat down beside her. My weapon was secured at my belt since I found her directly after I came back from a case. I could draw it any minute when there was the need and I was observing our environment all the time yet subtitle enough to let her notice. I tried to seem calm for her. She needed an anchor right now. “Hey, love would you give me your name?” I asked her in a gently tone “(y/N)” she whispered. “Such a beautiful name fitting a gorgeous young woman.” How old was she anyway, I would guess around 22 (sorry if it not your age, it just fits with the university story), so she was just a few years younger than me, still too young to go something like this. I had seen a lot of suffering in my job and back in the military, but I still could not stop feeling sad and angered by it. But that was a good thing, the prove I was still human. “(y/n), I have to ask you a few questions okay about the man and what he did to you. I know it is hard, but it would help to catch him, okay?”  She shook her head…” please...please don’t make me…”. “Love…” I whispered hating to ask her to relive it. “I am here okay; I will not let him hurt you ever again. You are safe. You are safe.” Suddenly I heard Sam call my name a few seconds later I heard keys and my door opening and closing again being locked again. Good thing he was living so close by. He was faster than the police and ha d a spare key. Now there were two FBI agents here to protect the girl who was right now hugging my side, holding on for her dear life. “We are here Sam!” I called out and then gently hugged the girl next to me back “Hush…He is a good friend and FBI. He means no harm. You are okay. He is here to help protect you love, okay?” She nodded but still hid at my side when Sam opened the door. “Hello, my Name is Sam” my friend spoke softly to the terrified girl and smiling warmly at her, but I could see the concern in his eyes. “The rest of the team is also on their way. I called the director on my way here; we got this case.  Think you are right he is a case for us” he informed me. I nodded grimly. We would catch that man. Then there were knocks at the door again and we heart a police officer call out. “I go get them” Sam spoke. A moment later he came back with a paramedic by his side. A man, of course they sent a man. I knew they probably sent whoever was close, but a woman would have been better. The way her closes were torn apart had made me give a good guess at what had happened to her and her reaction to Sam just underlined my conjecture.  As I assumed (y/n) feared the man. She was still way too much in shock to think straight. I was surprised I was able to calm her down by now. When the paramedic asked me to leave, I narrowed my eyes on him. Like hell I would leave him alone with her. She would straight down panic. “No!” she begged holding on to me trying to get away from the man. “Hey, it’s okay I am not leaving, I am staying. I am here… you’re okay, your save” I tried to hush her. Then I heard Ginas voice outside. I would be okay to leave her with Gina. “Hey there is a female outside I know her really good and she is quite badass too, if you want, she can stay with you and I come back immediately after your all good?” She did not even think about it before whispering a soft and weak no. Her voice quivering and tears threating to fall.  “Okay” I muttered softly and pulled her a bit closer to me. Changing our positions, a bit, so that the paramedic could have a better look at her while I was hugging her from behind to still make her feel secure and save but also to be able to restrain her if needed. I felt sorry for her that she still was in this stage of shock but who could blame her she knew no one here, she was still so young and here was nothing familiar at all to calm her down. I really hoped Penelope would manage to contact her parents or other relatives soon. I knew Sam asked her for it and well he probably did not even have to ask and with the address she got her name and she would be able to track her family.  Luckily the paramedic was not a complete idea and did a good job in not scaring her any further. I was relieved she was not hurt more than what I already knew and watched calmly as he tended to her wounds. Shortly after he left my phone was ringing. “Hey P what do you have for me” “I found them, but they won’t be able to come in more than a few weeks. They are making nature films and are somewhere in the deeps of the Amazonas.” I sighed How unlucky could this young woman be. “That’s okay” I heard he speak softly. She heard Penelope, man she has good ears. “They do not have to hurry. I know how much work they have put in this journey…I do not want to be the reason they leave. They are supposed to stay for at least two more month there. I can handle myself…” I smiled at her softly. “Love, I am sure it would be okay for them and I do not like the idea of you being alone in the next days…” “But they cannot be here before two weeks anyway, when I can handle that I can handle longer!” feisty, I thought but it calmed me. It was a sign that she was getting better. Also, I had to admit she got a point.  “Can you stay here for a few minutes Love?” I asked her and when she nodded, I went to meet Sam. I told him of the situation and how I did not like her being alone. WE were discussing things back and forth until Penelope spoke up “If it is any help for you guys, you might want to know that she is well will be working for the FBI” I was confused, I could not imagine the girl handling a gun and she would have been more trained in material skills if she was from the academy. “Not as one of you guys with the guns of course” our friend continued “She is like me. Actually, I just got to know that they were even thinking of adding her to my position as a second person to help, since I am right now working for both your lovely teams. The director had said something about a promising woman to be trained for exactly this position. She was supposed to start this position in training, so that we would not have a problem anymore when I was needed from one of you directly at the case. I just did not know she would be starting so soon. Sam you must remember the director told Hotch you and me of a promising young woman, who is not only skilled with a computer but also good at reading people.” Sam seemed to remember. “Why don’t we know anything about this?” Now was not only I eying Coop but also the rest of our team, who all arrived by now. “It was not sure until a few days ago and she was supposed to start in the next few weeks. I forgot to tell you over the last case.” Yes, the last case had been rough…

“Now that is an interesting turn of events.” Prophet muttered but smiled lightly. “What a way to start a career at the FBI “Beth commented while Gina nodded “Poor girl”. “Hey Sam, I think Mick should watch over her, at least until we got the unsub. He is skilled enough to protect her and she is already trusting him. After that I think it would be a good thing if she would stay with one of the teams or Penelope for working hours once she is fit enough and if it is needed we could take turns of staying with her, until she got better. That way she could already learn about our jobs and gets some experience.” Gina spoke up while smiling at me. I looked at her a bit surprised “Common Mick you a big brother you should know how to calm a scared girl” She teased me. Sam nodded “That might be a good idea, but for now catching the unsub is top priority. I will talk with the director and hotch over everything else later. Mick stay with her and see if she might know something helpful.

Your POV

 Mick came back after some time and you were thankful for that. “Hey love” he spoke softly and sat next to you. “How are you feeling” “okay I guess” I muttered weakly. “Okay let me reframe that: “What do you u feel”.  “I…I am scared. Scared he comes to get me” Mick smiled reassuringly at you and pulled you into a protective hug. It was strange he was the only person who made you feel save right now. You just met him still his arms felt so safe. You just knew he was not the kind of man that would ever hurt you. “You are okay love; we will catch him. You are perfectly save” he hushed you gently and stroke over your hair. He put his chin at your head, and you let yours fall against his chest. You were quite a bit smaller than him. “I heard you will be working with us in the future (f/n). I am looking forward to that. I got to hear that you will be working with a dear friend of mine and helping my team and another great team with good people in it with Information and computer stuff. I was told you are quiet good with that” You were sure he was trying to get your minds of the situation and he was doing a good job. You could not help but blush. “I…I am not bad at it I guess” Mick smiled at you. “Could it be love that you are a bit shy?” he was grinning like he found you acting cute, making you blush even more. “I was right? How cute” now you were blushing professionally, which made him laugh. You really enjoyed the sound of it. His laugh was melodic and beautiful. It calmed you to know that he would be one of the people you would be working with. You had been nervous about the whole thing. The question was would they still want to work with you after you failed that much on handling this situation?  You fell silent for some time and Mick seemed to notice your distress. “What’s wrong love?” you were mulling over with you should tell him. “Nothing. I am fine. Just tired” he raised a sceptical brow at you “Love I am a profiler. That is so not working on me” he nudged you gently “what is bothering you? Or did I take guesses? Well probably more like observations.” “It is stupid really….” He sighed and chanced your position a bit in his arms. He was gently holding you chin making you look in his eyes. “Love nothing that stops a smile to be on that beautiful face of yours is stupid, got that?” His eyes held so much concern for you and were so determent it caught your breath. Not mention they were straight down beautiful. “It is okay if you do not feel like talking about it, but I think it might help you.” He reassured you. “I was ...Iwasustthinkingthatnoonewouldliketohavemeontheirteamafterthis…I mean ...IamnotfittoworkfortheFBInotevenintheoffice” “Whoa there slow down a bit” he laughed amused. “Love-” he spoke unhurried, “you are absolutely fine. I can ensure you that there is not a thing to worry about. They will all understand your reaction and your reaction is perfectly fine. I would be bloody concerned when this would not take its toll on you. I was trained for stuff like this, you were not and that is perfectly okay. You were not supposed to get into a situation like this to begin with” he stated. Then he smiled “Also I am quite positive they will all be pretty protective of you. I mean you even younger than our genius Dr. Reid. You will like Spencer. I am sure of that. He is not much older than you.” “How do you know my age?” you inquired confused. “Oh, Penelope told me. You will love her. She is a bit a nutter, but I am absolutely sure you two crazy computer freaks will get along pretty well” he mocked you. “you might even make Hotch smile more when you continue acting so cute. That would be a rare thing to see” he snickered, and you knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but he really seemed amazed by the idea.  “Believe me (y/n) they will all like you and we will be so protective of you” he promised. “We probably be a pain in your ass” he joked. “At the beginning it will be a bit of proving and learning to know each other but I’m sure you will do great and they will be patient with you. They are good people love. Noting to be afraid of” he assured you. You two continued talking for a while and after some time he got you to talk about what had happened. Yes, there still was some crying but you felt safe with him and when Prophet, how he introduced himself, brought you two some Chinese food you even felt like eating. He asked if you were okay with him staying for a bit so that Mick could talk to the others and to your surprise you were okay with that. You saw the trust in Micks eyes for Prophet and how willing he was to let you stay with him, that you felt save. Still you felt better when Mick promised to be quick.

They did not want you to relive everything again when Mick told the rest of the team. Prophet and you talked for a bit. He welcomed you warmly to the team and said they would get the man who had dared to hurt you. He was also amazed that the FBI recruited you straight from university.

When Mick came back, he was accompanied by three women. Well two woman and one happy jumping ball of colours whose name, you learned, is Penelope. The other two were Gina and Beth. They introduced themselves and stayed for a few minutes. Penelope wanted to stay but Prophet took her with him insisting you needed some peace and calm to rest. If you were honest you were overwhelmed. Mick must have noticed since he chuckled and put an arm around your shoulders in a friendly manner. “You’re okay Love?” “mhm” you nodded a bit unsure of yourself. “Give yourself sometime. I assure you they all are great people. Sam wants to meet up with us a bit later.” He pulled you a bit closer “They will catch that man while I and some police officers will stay here to your protection. You should get some sleep love” You shook your head you. You were still too scared to sleep. He smiled at you gently and made you lay down. “You look exhausted. Please try to sleep” He sat beside you stroking your hair and after some time you fell asleep. When you woke up, he had changed his clothes and you found breakfast near the bed. You wanted to say something when a voice made you shock stare. It was his voice the voice of the man who hunted you. “(y/n? Hey, love you are okay, you are safe.” Mick spoke. You finally sprang into action and hugged Mick to whisper in his ear for just him to hear. “I can hear his voice…he is outside of this room! He just said ‘how is she’ there again the ‘go home man I take your place’” your eyes were wide from panic.

 Micks Pov

 How was that possible. There were only police officers. Don’t tell me he is an officer. I sighed. Just great. That explains why the man was not worried about being able to get back to her. He was probably waiting for the right moment. He must have just arrived, since she did not notice sooner. Yet it was strange, he must surely know she would recognize his voice. Why didn’t he care?

Was this a onetime thing? When it was It meant trouble. That man was not planning on getting out alive. But why her?! She is new in this town. Coincidence? Right type of girl? I had no time to think further about this. I pressed a button on his phone. Writing just one word sending it to Penelope knowing she would contact everyone else in lightspeed. Just one word “officer”. I knew they would understand. Then I ushered my charges in the closet. “lay down on your stomach keep your arms at your side and stay down. Do not make a sound. Everything will be alright” I whispered and give her a breath hug. I had no time to further calm her. Then I pushed the bed in front of the closet. Not letting the door out of my side. The bed ended at the ground. It would not do much, but I took everything that could shield her from bullets. Also, it would buy time should I mess up. I needed to warn the officers outside but how should I do that if I did not know the name. They would take why too long to understand who it is just by the words he said and the only thing I knew was his voice and his physique, which was typical for officers. If I walked out causally, he could use the opportunity and shoot me and I would probably see it too late, because he will shoot as soon as this door moves. He probably already has his hand at his gun. I just could hope Sam and the rest of the team would be fast and better bring a squad team. Until then I could just hope he would not dare to open this door or hurt the other officers. I squatted down next to the bed. This way I could see who enters the room just a few seconds before he would catch my side. I do not need more to shoot than that. I calmed my breath and concentrated on my breath. Given one last plea the girl would stay calm and down.

I was listening in on the conversation outside. It was quite calm until suddenly one of them decided to leave for the toilet. I cursed at his timing. The unsub was probably waiting for just one officer to be with him. One less person to fight off.  I was thinking about a way to stop him when I heard a shot and a scream “My leg!” “Wh- “another shot. That man was fast. “Argh my foot! Watch out!” shouted the other officer. It least he has not killed them yet. No matter how much I wished to run out to help them and shout the piece of shit, I knew I would blow my cover and be walking target. That would not be helping anyone. I wished I would know their position. I heard steps coming closer to the door. So, he is leaving them alone and coming for us. Why would he let them alive? They just meant danger, was this some kind of game for him? They could still shoot him! The question was how good they were at it. When he was heading for the door and they missed, they could hit us. They must know that, and he probably knew how good they were at this, but was he really taking the risk, they would not shoot? “He has a bomb!” I heard one of the officers shout out as the door slowly opened so that was it. The door opened enough for me to see. He was wearing the bloody bomb under his jacket!  No wonder they would not shoot. In his hand was a gun but no trigger for the bomb. So, it probably timed or not even that. Maybe it was just one crazy way of protection.  Still I was not them. “Hey Mister!” I shouted as he had fully opened the door and realised, I was not in his sight. He turned around a bit to look at me. Oh, how I loved the fuck that people act out of reflexes and instincts. I no way they trained me to suppress them as good as possible when needed. He turned around in the direction of my voice to see me and his hand with the gun came my range. Nothing anymore between it and my gun except for air. No other arm blocking my shoot anymore. My finger pulled the trigger and the bullet got his hand before he was even aiming at me.  Good thing I was scrunched down, making it harder for him to see me and aim at me. As a trained sniper and special force, I had no problem shooting out of this position, not matter with what gun.  His gun dropped to the ground. His wrist was bleeding. I took his confusion to jump to my feet my gun was now targeting his head. “Don’t dare to move. Your little protection jacket will not stop me from shouting you.” I did not say bomb because I feared it could freak (y/n) out even more and make her do something that could put her in danger. Even when I was not sure, if she would even get out of the closet with the bed in front of it. Still I wanted her to stay down. Stay in the cover of the bed as good as possible.  The unsub seemed to catch himself and let out a maniac laugh “You would not dare! You would not shoot me. You know what happens when you miss! You know how much force this has?! It would blow up the whole house easily” Great now she surely figured it out. I nearly wished she just fainted, but that would also be problematic. Please stay calm.  I did not speak to her not wanting to pull his attention to her. Also, I had to be fast. When the squad team arrived, they could realize too late he has a bomb and they will probably not here what is going on inside here. The first time I was annoyed that the door and walls here were quite soundproof. So, he wanted to play cocky. Well two could play this game. “So, you have a bomb and what? I do not see a trigger, so I guess it is timed maybe not even that. You are in no rush, but I know guys like you, you have a plan and you must pull it through you have to satisfy your desire. I am not what you wanted. I was not even part of your plan. Some officers, yes but a guy from the FBI? I guess not. Your plan crumbles but still I do not see you in any rush, which means this timer is far away from its end or the bomb not timed at all.” I grinned at him smugly to annoy him further to get him out of his comfort zone, making him nervous. I saw his look flatter for a mere moment. “I tell you an interesting fact about me. I am a trained sniper, one of the best. A clear headshot is a piece of cake for me even with this gun. I also do know a thing or two about bombs and I know that what you have constructed there is not endangered by concussion.  I can understand why. Would be heard to move freely when every step could blow you up. I have seen bombs like these hundreds of time.” Yes, I had a lot of missions where we came to face often more than one bomb at one point of it.

He became more insecure.  I needed to hurry I was positive the squad team would arrive any minute.  I had no more time to talk him into given up his bomb jacket and surrender. There was a noise at the door he turned to look at it and I shot his leg hitting a mark that would make him go down for sure. The squad members would not shoot out of reflex at him if he was already at the ground. As the door cracked, I yelled in hopes to stop a smoke bomb” FBI Everything under control. Before the leader could even announce them. “Target down. FBI Mick Rawson. Everything is under control.”” My man!” I heard Sam shout. The squad team came in but without a smoke bomb. I would have hated to lose sight of the unsub, even when he was injured. “We need an ambulance and a bomb commando” I told the arriving. “Give me cover, I need to take a look at this bomb. Just to be sure” The squad man seemed unsure. “He knows what he is doing” Sam said, and the squad member listened. If this thing was timed, we needed to know now. We could not wait for the team to arrive. I took a closer look and was relieved I was right. No ticker no hidden traps. He clearly had done this for the first time. It was quite messy honestly. A wonder he did not blow up himself with this thing while constructing it.  We had to wait for the specialist to remove it though. “Make sure he does not move; we need to wait for someone to get this thing off of him.” “They will ne here soon.” Sam confirmed then look to the closet “Go get her out of there.” I nodded at him and left the unsub at his gunpoint. I was sure with him and the guys from the squat team he would mean no harm no more. One of the members of the squat team helped me with the bed. I knelt down in front of the closet opening the doors slowly, to not scare her. “Love? (y/n) …” The next thing I knew was that she was hugging me desperately crying her eyes out. Who could blame her? “Hey, hey Love you are safe now. You’re okay, you’re okay. I got you. I got you.” I tried to sooth her.  I picked her up and took her with me out of the room. I did not want her in the same room with him and the bomb. When we got to the corridor my team was running in our direction Penelope in tow. The team seemed relieved, but they all patted her head or squeezed her hand. “We should get her out of here. Where is Sam?” Prophet asked. “Inside,” I answered, “he is fine”. “we can go to my place” P offered. It is not far from here and comfy!” We all nodded and left. While Beth stayed with Sam es back up.

 A few weeks later I came back late at night from a mission. I passed (y/n) s door and noticed the light was still on. I stopped for a moment and a soft smile fell on my lips. Gently I knocked at her door. “It’s me” a minute later she opened the door. Man, she looks more tired than I was. “Love, why are you still awake?” She looked down. “Nightmares again?” I guessed. She had been having a lot of nightmares the first weeks. She shook her head. “Did something happen today at work. Was some idiot mean to you?” She had her first day to day and I was bloody annoyed we had been on a case far away. I had wanted to at least bring her to Penelope in the morning. “No! they were really nice actually” I smiled “That’s good to hear.” I ruffled her hair making her giggle. Oh, how I loved that sound. I knelt down a bit to look directly in her eyes “Tell me what is bothering you. You look so exhausted. Why are you not sleeping?” “I-it is silly really” did she just blush? Yes, she did! “Still I would like to hear.” I encouraged her “Penelope said you were on your way home and I heard you got hurt on the case. I …I just had to know you came back home safely.” Now I was stunned. She was worried about me. I grinned “I am perfectly fine Love. See just a scratch. There was a lot of fuss about nothing, really.” He showed me his arm “I disarmed the guy and dodge his first attack. I am perfectly fine. That police office who called P just made an elephant out of a fly.” She nodded. “I do not know about you, but I am hungry! Pizza? I got two in my fridge” I winked at her and before she could say a thing, I picked her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squealed. Good thing our apartments were the only ones at this floor. “Mick! It is nearly midnight!” “Yes, perfect time for pizza!” I laughed. Inside I sat her down on the coach. Over the last weeks we developed a good friendship it was not unusually for us to hang out together. “Mick you know I will fall asleep soon” “I do not see a problem there.” Not that this would happen the first time. “But I do not want you to put me in your bed and then take the coach for yourself. You had a hard day!” “And it gets better with you here so?” “argh you are unbelievable!”  “Am I Love?” I chuckled and went to the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven, when my phone began to ring “Hey P, are you okay?” It was kind of late for a call after all, so I was concerned. “Is she with you?! Is y/n) with you?!” “Yes, she is Penelope she is laying at my house and is perfectly fine.” “Good! I was writing with her, when she suddenly did not answer anymore.” “Yeah I came back a few minutes ago and whisked her away sorry for that. I did not mean to still her from you.” I laughed softly. It calmed me that Penelope was also looking out for her. “Oh, you Mister are the only one who is allowed to steal her from me. I ship you two you know. I mean I have a boyfriend so I cannot have you, but she is single and you two would be perfect for each other! “I laughed “Slow down there P I” “Oh do not dare to say you do not like her. I do not have to be a profiler to see you are totally into her and I am more than positive she is into you and just way too shy. I expect an invitation to the wedding by the way. Now go back and use your sexy British voice for something useful! But if you hurt her you will be in big trouble. I like that girl a lot so do not mess this up and hurt her. She is such a sweet young woman. So, and now stop listening to me and finally do what you want to do since weeks. Seriously the teams are already making bets and I do not want to lose. How can you take that long to ask a girl out!” Wow, that was overwhelming. Did that woman need to breath?! Yeah, she was bloody right I liked (y/n) a lot hell I was so falling for her, it kind of scared me. I was never having a problem with…. but her, she was a different story I did not want to mess this up or to pressure her. All the time Penelope continued to talk. “Stop! Breath.” I commanded her “Good and now excuse me I promised a beautiful lady food and something to drink. Have a good night P.” “you too and good luck.” I so knew she was grinning “Good night.” I laughed softly. I threw the pizza in the oven and smiled. She was right I should make a move. I was sure now for more than a week that (y/n) at least started to have feelings for me. I was not profiling her, well at least not willingly that had been more of an instinct or reflex, picking up on all the small signs. I went back to the coach and saw (y/n) nearly falling asleep she looked so tired. Maybe I should wait with the whole confession thing until the next morning and just keep her with me. Here she would at least sleep. I knew she said she did not have a nightmare, but I also knew there was nearly no night where she did not have one. I stopped counting how many nights my sniper instincts picked up on her crying and woke me up. Some nights she calms down after a while, some she gets more panic. That are the nights I knock at her door and take her over to mine or stay with her until the morning making sure she feels save. I even picked her door a few times because she was too terrified already to realize someone was knocking. The nightmares got a bit fewer in the last weeks and I was thankful for that. It made me feel better whenever I was away for a case. I never silenced my phone then and I told her she could always call me. Yet I was still worried knowing she did not want to be a burden and often enough did not call me even when she needed someone to talk. I started to teach her somethings about self-defence.  Morgan also said he would train with her if she wanted to and I hoped someday she would say yes. Just to get her use to someone’s else fighting style, but for know she was too insecure of the whole fighting thing and physical contact was an issue. She was fine with me. She even calmed down in my hugs the second I pulled her in my arms. With everyone else she always needed a few seconds to really calm down and recognize that she was safe. I know with time this would get better and hopefully not be an issue anymore and we all understood and did our best to support her and make her feel safe. Still I was furious that the bastard affected her so much. I would love to use him as a punching bag at some days. So, I did everything I could to make her feel safe and give her the feeling of being able of protecting herself.

  Your Pov Mick came back, and you were rubbing your eyes. You felt sleepy now that he was with you, you felt your whole body relax. It was strange how safe you felt with him. “Hey, sleeping beauty thing you can stay a wake long enough for a bit of pizza?”  You nodded determent but honestly you were not so sure. He laughed and sat down beside you. “Come here” he opened his arms for you and you gladly snuggled up to him, while he put his arms around you. You sighed content when he began to tickle you. All you tries to escape him were in vain. He was much stronger than you and he knew what he was doing. Holding you in place was a child’s game for him. After some time, he stopped and grinned at you “I adore to hear your laugh (y/n)” he whispered near to your ear and you blushed professionally. He just smirked “you know I noticed something love.” He whispered stroking your hair. You looked up at him. You were laying on his chest by now, him sitting against the arm of the sofa. “I noticed”, he began again, “Something in your behaviour around me, the way you look at me and I cannot say I do not fancy stolen the looks I am getting” he smiled while you blushed deeply “Well this confirms this further.” He chuckled and gently stroke your cheek, “Could it be love that you are falling for me?” You bit your lip, yes you were, you definitely were but it was hard to say it out loud, what if he did not feel the same, but the way he was asking gave you hope that maybe he would…yet you were not sure, he could literally have everyone, did he really choose you? “Oh Love” he laughed as you still did not answer, “stop toying with a poor man’s heart!” He was over dramatic and smiling. He was teasing you. He was so sure about this, like he could completely read you. “I “you took a deep breath “ I like you a lot Mick and I fear I am falling head over heels for you…I love you…” you said while looking straight in his shining eyes even when you were scared of his reaction his eyes were too arresting to look away. A grin broke out over his face and he chuckled again. “I love you too (y/n). I want to be the one by your side the one who protects you, the one you come running too, the tosser you complain about because I did something stupid or made you worry but not too much until I manage to get you forgiveness, the one who holds you in his arms when you need someone, the man that you love. I want everything with you, the hard times the good times, everything as long as it is with you” You started to cry at is words. Hell, some people did not get such a speech they are asked to marry the other and yet here he was saying these words to you. “I love you Mick” you whispered still a bit overwhelmed while he just smiled at you. “You are the best thing that happened to me, my hero, my best friend. I must be the luckiest girl to get such a loving, sexy, intelligent, dorky,” He laughed at that “badass gentleman to say he loves me.” “Love, you are going to make me blush! I have a reputation!” He laughed but his eyes were shing from happiness. “May I?” he asked softly. You nodded and he turned me around just to press his lips to sours in the next moment. You were so focused at each other that you got startled by the alarm of your food going off that you fell to the ground.  Mick took the sudden noise better than you and reacted. He somehow managed to roll you over so that he hit the ground before you and you were laying on top of him. Damn he was fast. “You should be more careful love; you could get hurt” he sounded sincerely concerned. You on the other hand were more concerned about him “Are you hurt?” you inquired immediately. Mick just laughed “I am perfectly fine, Love and Blimey, I must say I do enjoy our position” He winked at you and you felt your cheeks burning. Out of nowhere he rolled you over smirking down at you now towering over you “Still I must say I prefer this position” He whispered huskily in your ear then he stole a kiss from you and pulled you up with him “ as much as I enjoyed our situation there is pizza waiting for us! Also, “He looked lovingly at you “we can do everything in our own tempo and way, okay love? I will never be impatient with you just to get this straight from the beginning.” You just kissed him, and he grinned “I wonder who lost the bet”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE HOBBITS!!!

Happy Birthday to my favorite Hobbit! (Happy Birthday to Bilbo, as well!)

Castle of the Black Sheep

Randomly got this idea lol

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The castle stood on its own, lost to time and memory. A maiden, locked inside, awaited anyone who would save her; but as time passed on, there was nothing she could do but sleep. Her eyes drifted and the world around her eased her into a soft slumber, one she assumed wouldn’t be disturbed.

Below the castle walls, at the door, stood one another brave enough to suffer the treachery of the Calded Castle touched the door. He gazed behind him, seeing what was in his wake. The dragon’s tattered wings flopped on the ground, the breeze shifted them slightly as the creature could no longer move itself. The deed was done, now the reward was just within grasp.

The hero opened the door and towered the castle in search of the maiden who lay in an uncertain sleep. The castle whistled a soft melody to him while he ascended the dank corridors. Eventually, he found a set of doors that had to hold the maiden behind them. Decorated with dark orange trim, the design painted an image of a fantasy he could have only assumed was false. His hand graced the inscription and he felt its reality within his palm. He pushed open the door and entered the door with a certain delicacy. It was then his eyes laid on the maiden.

At his appearance, she suddenly shot up. Her hair, unkempt as it was, stuck up and bounced as she moved. Her eyes darted around her and soon her face morphed in a realization.

“This is strange…” She went to her window and opened it, leaning out. A loud sigh followed her voice. “No… he’s really gone.”

The hero blinked and watched her curiously. “Pardon me, but I’m unsure of what you refer to.”

The maiden looked, examining his features quickly. Her eyes went up and down his figure until she gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “Let me explain.” She got up, danced around the room where she blew an unlit candle.

It came to life and followed it were the lights of the rest of the candles. The room bloomed color from the flames and now it was nothing like the gray exterior of the outside. The maiden sat on the bed she once rested on and put her hands together to pray as she spoke.

“I am the maiden with which you came to save. You understood what you had to do, but not the reasons behind those actions. So hear me, as I will speak the words behind your journey.” She put her hands down and looked at the hero. “My damned title is the Maiden of Black Sheep. Your journey here was to kill a dragon that trapped me within these castle walls; I am free, but now my protector is gone.”

“Protector? That fearsome dragon could be nothing more than a monster!”

“Ah, as you would feel. He’s a monster to you because you fear him, but we all fear and that fear must be contained somewhere.” She got up and retrieved a book. “Where do all your worries go when you feel them leave your shoulder? Where do your tears fall after they’ve shed? How do you recover from your grief? It is a black sheep you seek. Those feelings must go somewhere and if not me, then where would they go?”

The hero held himself back listening to her. “You mean to say you’re some God of sorrow?”

“No, of course not. I am simply the mistakes everyone wishes to forget, or more simply, I am the fault of everyone’s pain. Not literally, of course, just the image of it so you all can recover. Without it, man would have surely turned their pain inward and destroyed their very fabric of being.”

“How can you say that! Man has dealt with pain their entire life and you mean to tell me there’s one person who controls all of it?”

“You’re not hearing me, but you answer your own confusion. Because you don’t understand, you yell at me, and I’m fine with that. So please, take your frustrations out on me, it does me nothing but good if you do.”

The hero found himself at a loss. Unable to understand the words out of the woman’s mouth, he grew more and more agitated listening to her. His efforts seemed in vain if this was his end result.

“But, the words of my tale do not end… Now that you have smited my dear one, you must lead me to another dear one. A precious soul I can bond with in order to maintain my own sanity.” She got up and approached him. She closed the space between them and stood meer inches away from his face. “It is said, the smiter had to become the one, but… I’m not fond of you. I would assume you’re not fond of me either.”

“How clairvoyante of you.”

She smiled pulling on the twists of her hair while twirling back to her bed. “Please, it was you who bumbled into this castle without even thinking about what you were getting. If fame was all you wanted, there were a plentious amount of other things you could have done, but instead you murdered my dear one. His soul has transferred elsewhere and I must find it before I grow mad with despondency.” She huffed.

Curil stared at her and his eyes narrowed. “I’m sure your spirits will remain rather high. Unchanging really. You seem more than unbothered by the idea of this happening; in fact, it seems as if you already knew this would come, so you seem more than prepared.”

The hero went to open the door, and seconds after he did, a sword crashed down into the door slicing into his shoulder. The width of the blade made it easy to cut deep. His arm, nearly severed at the limb, hung off his body. He crashed to the ground in agony while his warm blood pooled around him. His struggling turned to desperate twitching as he clung to life.

The maiden stepped over his body and spoke to the destroyed door. “They have awoken… from the silence.” Her hands rose. Her palms faced the door. “Destroyer of my hope, what is your name?”

The noise of everything around the heroes faded into a mesh of muffled sounds, but he could hear her voice as if he were fine. His mouth gurgled blood, but he got out; “Curil.”

“Ah, Curil.” He saw a white light glow from her hands. “Apologizes for the late start. I admit, I’m a little annoyed that I got a human, not another beautiful, wondrous creature. However, I cannot leave others in agony as they do me, the way of the world would tip out of control. So, I will save your life; but in doing so I am tied to you.”

As Curil’s gaze faded, he saw an unusual weapon. A large wooden handle slid into The Maiden’s hands and the blade at the top curved like a crescent moon. For a moment, Curil believed he was watching the night sky.

“My name is Cassie. Bound to you by the agony of man, I will do everything in my power to see your success. I will not let you die unless my own life is silenced. That I promise.”

Cassie left his sight and all Curil could hear was the cries of the monster that injured him, the ground shook with a violet force and soon he felt a growing pain in his arm.

“Gah!” From the pit of his stomach, a guttural scream followed the repair of the injury.

Flashing with an intense throbbing, his arm slowly mended itself back together. With every blow he heard, another part of his arm reattached to his body. He groaned, his teeth threatened to crack, but he took deep breaths as the pain went on.

“Slowly, Curil, open your eyes.” Cassie’s words followed a soft touch in his face.

His eyes opened and he saw Cassie above him. Her face wasn’t the immature disposition he had seen her hold before. She appeared regal, despite the unkempt appearance she still had. It was then Curil felt his other arm. He shot up and touched it fervently.

Cassie laughed and Curil could see her one strange image return.

“Do you believe me now? Is your agony gone?”

Curil took a breath. “I… can’t say for sure.”

“Well perhaps this would change your mind.” She presented her arm.

The sleeve draped past her hands and all Curil could see was blood dripping from the cloth. The blood started from her shoulder; it was nothing short of identical to the wound he just sustained.

“How is that possible?”

“Because of what I explained. I already told you, being considered a black sheep, I was left here to welcome the feelings that everyone else must let go. However, if it’s left in the open it would turn into a monster… surely. So, I absorb these feelings, they manifest within my body and soul while everyone else—who doesn’t deserve it—gets to relish in a sweet relief.”

“That is crazy, how do you sustain yourself if this is the case? Are you a goddess?”

She sighed. “Of course not, why would I be here if I were a Goddess?” She scoffed. “No, I’m a regular human but I need something like that beautiful creature you murdered to maintain sanity.” She groaned and stood up. “Do you understand now?”

Curil looked off. “I believe so… this is my fault so you want me to fix it?”

With her hands proudly on her hips, she nodded. “Yes.” She faced him and a look unlike the others she had given him, she held a certain intensity Curil couldn’t describe. “I have no need for your existence. I do not need you. However, you are what I was given, so I’ll use it as I require.”