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Are you sure you’re describing this town or are you living in an alternate universe?

Well, what a beautiful day, the suns out the birds are singing and it’s the first day off i’ve had in two months. No time like the present to clean out the garden and sort out a trip to the garbage dump up the road.

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CHARACTERS ♠ Halric Kingston Henry Fletcher, Oscar Fletcher, Felicia Parker TIME FRAME ♠ 1995, 2005, 2012 LOCATION ♠ Cambridge NOTES ♠ This serves as a flashback for Halric… before he became who he is in Blackpool.  TRIGGER WARNINGS ♠ Drug use, physical & mental abuse, violence

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He couldn’t wipe away the smirk lingering on his lips when she begs. Hal loves it when she begs -- what a turn on. Her hand gripped as his hair when he teased her and Hal had to remove them, clicking his tongue. “You know, the longer you misbehave, the longer this is going to take,” he taunted her. “I have all day, Ms Griffiths.” The pleased expression on his face didn’t fade away as he pulled away even further, squatting slightly to pick up his belt and walked around the counter. Holding both of her hands together, he wrapped the belt around her wrists, fastening the belt against a handle of a drawer. “To keep you still and well-behaved.” Kissing chastely on her forehead, Hal walked back around, fingers instantly on her clit, rubbing it in circles. 

His hand lingered on her collar bone, gently teasing her skin before gripping on her neck. Just hard enough although still allowing her to breathe. “First rule of the house, only refer me as sir,” he whispered. “If I want you to beg, ‘sir’ should be in that begging as well.” He didn’t wait for her to answer before leaning in fast, kissing her lips hard. By the time he pulled away, Hal was breathless, his flesh straining, begging to have some friction. He was rough when he rubbed the tip against her clit, before dragging it back across her welt slit and push into her hard. 

Aftercare | Kylie & Hal

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“Jesus, Avery. Can you stop thinking that I am attacking you? I’m just simply stating a fact.”

“I always set myself for failure, there is nothing new about that. If you are done lecturing me, you can bugger off.”

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“All I am saying is that, if you actually plan to have a quiet day at the pier, you either new and have no idea how this town works or you’re just setting yourself up for failure.”

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What’s your OCs favorite color?

Hal is fond of dark blue and green. 

Where does your OC work?

The Blackpool Gazette. 

What’s your OCs favorite food?

Hal loves fish and chips (especially with Parmesan and mozzarella cheese in the fish batter) -- typical and such cliche but he loves it so save your judgment. 

Does your OC prefer paper or plastic?

Paper.

How old is your OC?

32 this year. His birthday was in February. 

Is your OC in a relationship?

Not exactly but he does has his eyes on Kylie. If you’re referring to a romantic relationship, I am going to leave that in the vague, blurry portions of the dash haha.

What are some of your OCs strengths?

Meticulous and cunning mind. Hal’s attention to details allows him to quickly think of solutions or ways to bypass or bend the rules. It can be said that he’s manipulative but cunning is the better description for him. 

What are some of your OCs weaknesses? 

Hal is known to be quite mean to his subordinates although it was most because of the fact that he lacks patience (at least work). He gets bored often as well, not caring if it hurts the other individual when he loses interest. 

What is your OCs favorite outfit?

His suit -- his Dolce & Gabbana suit. 

What animal does your OC relate to?

This is a hard one but I think Hal would relate to an owl.

Is your OC sexually active?

Yes, sir. (>‿◠)✌

What’s your OCs favorite kind of pizza?

Pepperoni, cheese and jalapenos. 

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“Mad clients, crazy people.. I think that’s a norm in my office,” he nodded, shrugging. Hal could only chuckle at how enthusiastic this man is about his cars. Well, everyone has their own passions. “Jaguar F-Type R. I’ve had her for more than 4 years now. It’s considered outdated by some but the baby still has grit and power in her and I’m not the type to waste money.” Hal listened to the man as he rattled about his possessions. “A Shelby Mustang GT500? Do they still make those parts? I can only imagine the amount of maintenance you have to do,” Hal lamented, sipping his coffee. His interest perked up when Jake mentioned about his fifth car and races. “Do you race around here?” he asked, eyes glinting. Blackpool has some highways where the police didn’t bother to patrol and although he had heard rumours, Hal never went there himself to inspect it. 

He nodded completely serious, or at least pretending that it was a very serious offer. “We’ll think of somethin’ good,” he reassured him. Jake finally took a sip of his coffee, wondering how much a person working for the local newspaper could know about people. Lots of dirty stuff and dark secrets, probably, and he didn’t know whether he would want this kind of knowledge or not. “I know how I’ll be spending my time between mad clients and even worse clients.” Jake grinned and drank some coffee again, before his lecture on cars started. Being a talkative guy in general, he also had a double talkative mode that would be activated when someone mentioned cars. “What do you have? There’s no ‘overspent’ when cars are involved. I have a Shelby Mustang GT500, ‘67 because it’s a damn classic. So is my Chevrolet Camaro. Porsche Boxster, there’s no fun without a cabrio, ‘n’ a Toyota Hilux… Sometimes you need a big car for big things, like off-roading or somethin’. Number five, I have a Fiesta RS WRC 'n’ the amount of money and time I’ve spent on it… My biggest treasure, we won many races together.”

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The whole time Kylie undressed him, Hal didn’t say a word. He saw the lust in her eyes, the yearning in her touches although he didn’t respond hastily even though he wanted to. Hal took his time to meet her gaze, cool hands on her elbows before sliding them down to touch her bare, smooth skin, down her curves. The entire time, he kept his gaze on her face, fleeting down to her lips. Shamelessly cupping her ass in his palms, Hal lifted Kylie with no effort at all, placing her bottom onto the cool counter top. He took the time to have this image of her, naked in his kitchen. Leaning forward, Hal kissed her, tasting her lips, the wine she had just sipped. He pulled back as soon as she started to kiss back. “I’m going to make you squirm, writhe, screaming my name,” he whispered against her lips, answering her question moments ago. 

Then Hal smirked as he pulled away, hands on her thighs, spreading them open. “Lay back. Hands over your head.” Towering over her, Hal leaned forward, pressing his lips against her breast bone. He moved his lips slowly across her torso, tongue slipping out to taste her along the way. Lips pressing against the swell of her breasts, Hal swirled his warm, wet tongue across her hard nipples, groaning how stiff they were. The tip of his nose trace her skin as he kissed down her torso till he reached the smooth, soft curves of her inner thighs. Hal sighed softly as he teased her flesh with wet, open-mouthed kisses. His cock was already hard rock, screaming to be touched. But Hal ignored his own needs. Round and round his lips teased around, refusing to touch her wet folds. His tongue darted out, a single lap across her delicious slit. Then Hal straightened, eyeing the woman. “How bad do you want me, Miss Griffiths?”

Aftercare | Kylie & Hal

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22 & 30 ;)

Has your OC ever killed someone?No, Hal has never killed anyone in his life although he has grievously hurt people. What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?

(Jesus, this is really private lmao) Let’s just say he keeps it very neat and trimmed. 

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53: What is your OCs sexual orientation? & 54: Does your OC smoke?

What is your OCs sexual orientation?

Heretosexual. Hal is pretty much a cis male. 

Does your OC smoke?

Hal is a social smoker and isn’t addicted to tobacco. However, he does smoke whenever he’s under a lot of stress but that is rare. 

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How Well Do You Know Your OCs

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Yes, of course. See, you’ve already told me something interesting that I could actually work on and find out further. Sometimes people think this town is quiet and nice but underneath all of those fluffy, superficial things, are those that you have mentioned. And that’s what I want and looking for. So do we have a deal?

Hey, y’get paid f’it, counts as a job. Even if it’s a fun one, y’know. Then again, I think they’re better when they are fun, yeah? Sometimes, we do get some pretty fancy faces in, so quality can go up or down pretty quickly, but I think only sellin’ th’ good stuff would be a good start, yeah? I mean, petty pick pockets are pretty common, s’most of them can be ignored, but when a pretty famous face gets caught doin’ it, then it’s worth sellin’, cause it’s something that wouldn’t be expected from ‘em ‘alf th’ time, & now, they’re caught in the act. &, o’course little affairs & stuff can be worth it too, but only if they’re th’ interestin’ kind. But then, th’ best stuff is th’ big, underground sort of thin’, where they’re plottin’ somethin’ really shady out in plain daylight, ‘cause they figure everyone in a bar is either too drunk t’ care, or nobody’s listenin’ t’them. That kind of stuff? 

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“Of course,” Hal replied good-naturedly. “Anonymous tips work well as well,” he added on. 

He pondered over the question for a while. “All kinds of news of course.. the ones you’d find in a local newspaper. Of course if you’re looking for something much more juicier, the gossip and crime section would tickle your fancy as well.” Even at this day and age, Hal was never into reality telly, nor was he ever interested in those entertainment shows they’ve been producing over the years. To be very honest, I have no idea about Top Gear. But.. What kind of cars do you have?” Hal asked before sipping on his coffee. “I only have one -- even that, I think I have overspent on it.”

Jake shook his head with a smile, as if he’d really been counting on some hitman-like illegal job. “If you’re the editor then y’know I’d bring you tons of awesome stories to publish if I were a hitman. You can count on me, remember.”

“What d’you usually write about, tho? I’m curious, it’s my second year ‘n’ I probably should start readin’ some local newspaper…” His somewhat apologetic smile appeared for a short second. “Man, your Top Gear was fuckin’ awesome until they decided to say no to Jeremy Clarkson’s contract, like, five years ago. I stopped watchin’ it and, damn, there’s millions of people who did the same. We had Monster Garage with Jesse James, it fuckin’ rocked too. I am busy; when not workin’ on other people’s cars, there’s my cars.” 

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He chuckled, shaking his head at the question she posed. Hal shrugged after pondering about it for a while. “Well, when I know the ones under me can’t do the job,” he admitted. “It’s not that I don’t trust them but sometimes, you just know that certain tasks are better done with you in the front line.” Canting his head to the side as the woman spoke, Hal nodded. “And how are you finding this town then? To your liking, I hope?”

“Ah.” She nodded, soon understanding why his face would be familiar to the inhabitants of Blackpool. Sure, he wasn’t exactly a celebrity, but the town was small so it wasn’t unusual to be known when he was in charge of the paper. “And do you still play spy every once in a while? Or do you leave that to your employees now? I came here because of my family. For some off reason, my mother and my brother moved here, so I followed them.”

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That was a fun night -- and 5 years ago, mind you! 5 whole years. That was fun times indeed. 

Excuse me? The one who got his gangly legs all over the bar was you when you have too much tequila and then you start to pretend you’re a pilot in WWII. Embarrassing shite that you are.