#computer forensics analyst

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The Riddle of Love — Gotham! Edward Nygma x gn! reader

summery: Edward's interest shifts to someone who indulges in his love of riddles.

tw: bullying (?), kristen kringle is a warning all her own in this fic, implied rejection (not really tho, Ed's just awkward).

a/n: I hope so much that I wrote all these characters correctly. I have riddler fever rn and really wanted to write for him, but I've always been scared that I'd write him too ooc. I think I did good tho.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

“What is it that no one wants to have, but no one wants to lose either?” I asked. I already knew it was a lost cause. Edward Nygma was the smartest man I had ever met. Dorky? Yes. Nerdy? Absolutely. Smart? Incredibly. So trying to impress him at his own game wasn’t exactly the smartest move. Yet, the first time I gave him a riddle to solve (which he solved ridiculously fast), I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. So I continued to scour the internet in my free time to try and find obscure riddles. 

Although this riddle wasn’t that obscure. I was running out of riddles to find, and I sure as hell couldn’t make my own. 

“A lawsuit,” Eddie replied without missing a beat, still focusing on testing blood samples. 

I couldn’t stop the pout that formed on my face, “It’s not fair how smart you are.”

I didn’t see Ed’s lips twitch up, how the praise I didn’t think twice about saying impacted him more than he’d like to admit. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I looked back down to the papers I had brought with me. Sometimes, I found myself working in the forensic lab when I could. One of the perks of being a criminal data analyst. I could make my notes on paper, and then just copy them into the computer later. 

Since I was a data analyst, I was in the record archives often. I was acquainted with Kristen Kringle, which obviously led me to Edward Nygma. She would complain about him if I came in after he had left. At that point I didn’t know him, but I also found her complaints unfounded. I’d let her vent, but I’d also speak up for him, which made her glance away in what I assume was guilt. Then there were the unfortunate times that I’d walk in on his awkward flirting. I’d just tensely put away or take the files I needed for my research and leave them to it. 

But after enough times, I’d caught him in the middle of one of his riddles. An easy one, probably to dumb it down for Kringle so she’d be enticed to answer it in the first place. Yet he had caught the attention of the wrong person. Although that didn’t seem to put a damper on his mood. He only sent me a tight lipped smile with a little ‘ding ding ding!’. That’s how I was caught hook line and sinker. His mannerisms were oddly endearing to me, and that’s how our odd little friendship formed. 

I was brought out of my reverie as Eddie shuffled over to his microscope, “I am a nine lettered word and rhyme with perfection; I am another name for love. What am I?”

I blinked, not ready for a riddle, even though I always should be in the presence of him. I looked up from my work, and I noticed how Eddie was sweating, his cheeks flushing a bright red. I tapped the metal table anxiously, the word love had thrown me off my game and my brain felt empty of anything else. I mumbled words under my breath that rhyme with perfection. 

“Deception, reception, perception,” I mumbled, yet none of them fit the rest of the rhyme. The longer I took, the more anxious Eddie seemed to get. “Affection. Oh! The answer is affection!”

Ed cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, “Y-yes, that is correct. G-good job.” My proud smile fell into a more awkward one, thinking over the implications. That riddle sounded like one he’d save for Kringle. Was he running out of riddles as well? The thought alone was preposterous. It was tense for a bit. And when I realized I had nothing left to do but input the current data I had on some wanna be gang leader. The sad part is I knew that the cops aren’t going to be the first ones who get them. 

Even though I needed to leave, it felt wrong for some reason. To leave the situation after Edward had seemed to admit something in his unique way of sharing. I didn’t want to assume his feelings, yet I knew he also wasn’t one to just state them willingly. Biting my lip anxiously, I decided to just do it. 

Walking over towards Ed’s hunched form, I leaned down to place a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see ya later Eddie.” Then I booked it out of the room, leaving behind a very flustered dork. 

It wasn’t much later in the day when Doctor Lee Thompson entered my office. It wasn’t much of an office. The dark walls made the space feel enclosed, and it barely fit my desk and the few cabinets it held. Yet I didn’t mind it since it was a space for myself. Lee, on the other hand, was another acquaintance whose office was nowhere near mine. She’d only come to my office for a few reasons, if it was work related (which was rare since our departments weren’t similar), or if it was personal. Sometimes she fessed that it seemed I needed some company, that it would do me no good to spend all this time alone in my office. Other times…it was on a more personal note, about Eddie and I’s relationship. 

She plopped a candy bar on my desk, a placating move that was all too familiar.

“You must’ve done a real number on Ed,” She smirked, sitting on my desk. Due to the tiny size of the room, and the nature of my job, I didn’t have a seat for guests. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. Deep down, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew Edward was an awkward man, and his experience with flirting was an ultimate zero. Yet it was hard to imagine that he was still affected by a small gesture of affection… Okay maybe the gesture wasn’t that small, for either of us, but still! 

Lee’s smirk widened, “I think you know exactly what. Poor little Ed kept stumbling over his words when I brought you up. Something must’ve happened.”

I unwrapped the candy bar as she spoke, wanting to avoid any thought of the earlier moment. Looking back it was so awkward and a terrible attempt at…what? Flirting? Was that my intention? I didn’t even know my own intentions! 

I took a bite from the candy bar, savoring the sweet flavor before having to explain the painfully awkward memory. When I managed to explain the event, Lee couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, causing me to finish my candy bar with a bitter look. 

“That sounds like something you’d both do,” She smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I huffed, trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment I felt. 

“Nothing,” She sighed wistfully. “But you two really take your time, huh?” 

“Shut up,” I scowled. 

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll stop teasing…for now. But seriously, I think you two would be cute together.”

I let out a childish groan, “I get it. Is there anything else you need?” 

“No,” She smiled as she stood up. “Just wanted to see what had Ed all wound up.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat at the implication. As Lee saw herself out, my mind kept racing. What was Ed doing right now? What was he thinking about? Did he really care enough about my opinion, about my affection, that he was still affected by it? I stared at my computer screen, the cursor blinking mindlessly. Glancing at the time, I scowled as I realized I still had 30 minutes left to my shift. The idea of going home, having a relaxing dinner and then maybe treating myself to a warm bath. 

…

That was only the beginning. It seems that Eddie’s admiration had shifted from Kristin Kringle to me. It was flattering, to say the least. At least to me. Once I gained Ed’s attention, I seemed to have gained his colleagues attention as well. Typically, I didn’t work with the officers, I’d research criminals, then that data would be added to the files. So when I walked past James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, I never thought twice. But when Ed had waved at me, that cute tight lipped smile on his face as I waved back, a smile of my own adorning my face, it drew the attention of the two detectives. 

"Careful Ed,” Harvey mocked. “Don’t wanna scare them off.” Jim only glanced up briefly, not interested in the situation in the least. I watched as Ed’s smile twitched for a second, Harvey’s words seeming to get to him. I felt my smile slip, not liking how they treat him in the slightest.

“He…didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, before waving goodbye, making my way to the record archives. Not only them, but even Kringle was looking at me more than just as a person to vent to. 

“I feel sorry for you,” She stated, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. Her hazel eyes held their usual air of judgment as she placed some files back in their spots. 

“Why?” I asked, flipping through to find the person I needed. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly maintained eyebrows. “Edward’s got his eyes on another victim.” I frowned, anger bubbling within me at the way she always found new ways to insult him. 

“I wouldn’t describe it like that,” I managed to grit out. “I find the sentiment sweet.”

“Wait,” Kringle paused, turning to look at me with disbelief. “Do you…like him?”

I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand with this irritating conversation, “Would there be something wrong with that?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird how fast he switched?” She asked, a hint of jealousy in her tone. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses interest in you.”

I slammed the cabinet shut in a bout of rage, leaving the room before I do something I may regret…or lose my job over. As I exited, my scowl worsened when I realized I didn’t even get what I needed. 

“Hello!” Edward’s excited voice greeted me as I entered the break room. When my gaze landed on him, I felt my expression soften, my shoulder’s relaxing. His brown eyes were so expressive, that silly smile on his face never failed to melt my heart. 

“Hey,” I muttered back. Looking over the options in the vending machine. Just get something to eat, and hopefully I’ll feel better. 

“Is…something the matter?” He asked, fidgeting with his glasses. I let out a long sigh as I sat across from him at one of the few tables. 

Taking a bite of my snack, I took some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, “Sometimes I just hate people.”

His eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with his tie, “Th-that’s…understandable.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, finally cooling down. “Someone was just saying some really mean things and it got to me.”

Edwards’ demeanor changed in an instant, a frown replacing his smile, and his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and anger, “Who?”

I blinked, “What?”

“Who insulted you?” He asked, fists clenched. This wasn’t what I was expecting. He would get annoyed, yeah, but he’d always just stew in it until he calmed down. And he was barely angry when I was around, which was something I was proud of. So seeing him react so harshly was unusual. It made me feel a bit appreciated, that he cared enough to get this angry over it, yet it was also unsettling.

“They…they were insulting you,” I clarified, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “And trust me, I was ready to do some things that would’ve gotten me fired.”

Ed blinked, calming down drastically at the revelation, “Oh.” 

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I swear if she says one more damned thing about you I’m gonna…” I strangled the air, the only way I could express how frustrated her insults made me.

Edward fake coughed, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “I assume you mean Miss Kringle.”

I paused, hoping it didn’t hurt that his past interest was still as rude as ever. “I didn’t even manage to get the files I needed,” I grumbled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“...I can get them for you,” I felt my heart crack. Was he still interested in her? Was that why he was so ready to go into the den of the woman who so readily insults him? 

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that,” I shook my head. “I’ll just have Lee do it.”

Ed blinked, seeming to think over something before standing up, “I’ll be right back.” Before he was fully out the door he paused, “Whose case files did you need?”

I couldn’t help the tiny grin at how eager he was as I gave him the names of the people I needed files on. Yet that smile fell. Was he really so excited to get a chance to see Kringle that he almost left without knowing what files he needed? I finished my snack, getting a drink from the vending machine while I was at it. My mind continued to make up terrible scenarios that could be happening at that moment. How she could manage to crush Ed’s precious heart even more than she’s already managed to.

Ed was back quicker than I realized. It took him less than ten minutes! He set the files I needed on the table, that tight lipped grin on his face as he waited for my input.

“Oh! Thank you!” I thanked, flipping through the files to make sure they were all there. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”

“No,” He replied simply. As I met his gaze, that’s when I finally realized that he was truly over Kringle. I should’ve felt disturbed at how intense his gaze was, at how strong his emotions seemed to be when he wasn’t even trying. Yet I only felt flattered, important, and wanted. Emotions I wasn’t completely used to, and caused my heart to stutter at how strong my own emotions were becoming. 

Standing up, I leaned in and kissed his cheek again, this time a bit more confident then the last time I did. I waved goodbye as I walked out with the files he gave me. I felt pride swell within me as I watched Eddie become a flustered mess as I left. It was a good mood lifter as I watched him fumble with his usual nervous ticks, before he was finally out of my sight. 

…

Edward’s courting tactics only seemed to grow after that. I wasn’t sure what changed him to do so. I could only speculate that Lee had something to do with it. She kept stopping by my office, asking how Ed and I were doing like she hadn’t just seen us the day before. I can’t lie, I was reveling in the attention that Ed was giving me, and I could tell he’d revel in my attention as well. A mutual pining on both sides. 

Normally, I’d be okay with that. Too scared to try and push things forward. Edward Nygma was different. He was just so…amazing. I’ve never felt so strongly towards someone. He was sweet, attentive, smart, and overall lovely. I couldn’t just settle for pining, I wanted to experience what it would be like as his lover. 

Which led me to this horrendous mess up of a confession.

I dressed up a bit nicer than usual, hoping to impress the cute dork. I felt confident in myself, an emotion I don’t feel regularly. I greeted Lee, who seemed like she guessed the occasion and sent me a wink when I walked past. 

“Hey Eddie,” I greeted, setting a cup of coffee down on the counter.

“Oh! Hello,” He greeted me, smiling. “You seem chipper this morning.”

Nudging the coffee towards him I smiled back, “It’s a good day today. I got you a coffee.”

“You didn’t need to,” Ed replied sheepishly, not used to people giving him things. 

I only shrugged, “I wanted to.” I tapped the counter I was leaning on as nerves started to slowly creep through me. So, before my anxiety could get the best of me, I blurted out, “What is mine but only you can have?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Ed actually paused to answer a riddle for the first time during this little game we had. His eyes flitted around the room, like he was trying to avoid the answer. I know he was smart enough to figure it out, so the fact he was taking so long to answer caused my heart rate to spike from anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I was reading the room wrong. I blame Lee for feeding me a wrong understanding. 

“I…uh…” Ed stuttered over his words, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said that. He does know the answer, I found it online easily, he obviously knows. He doesn’t feel the same and now he’s trying to find a way to politely reject me. 

“Nevermind!” I exclaimed, trying to quell my nerves by getting the fuck out of here. “Stupid riddle! Never needs an answer. I should get to work.”

“W-wait!” Eddie called out, making me stop in my tracks. So close yet so far. “I can be a fruit, I can be on a calendar, I can be important, and I can be forgotten. What am I?”

Turning back around, I watched as Eddie picked at his nails. We both seemed like complete messes at the moment. It was hard for me to think of anything due to my previous failure of admitting my feelings. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying to stop myself from making any more of a fool of myself.

“I…I’m not sure Eddie,” I chuckled solemnly.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses before admitting, “A date. W-would you accompany me on one?” I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Y-yeah! Of course I will!” That tinge of embarrassment was quickly overpowered by exhilaration. The smile that stretched across my face almost hurt with how big it was. Eddie’s smile was also wide as he still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Is…is tonight okay? Dinner? 7 o’clock?”

“That sounds perfect.” 

And to make the moment better, I kissed his cheek before parting, excited for what the night held for us.

[lizthewriter]

as the banks begin to break / sirius black

PAIRING  adult!sirius black x forensic analyst!reader

SUMMARY  you run the blood analysis for another mystery body - perfectly healthy, no suggestion of how the person died. it was frustrating going back to your boss with nothing. another mystery. and then, you're much too fed up with the feds taking away your stiffs. you take it upon yourself to investigate the mystery of this body further.

"magic can't be real, it's just not physically possible! there are rules and -"

sirius stared up at you from the ground. you stared down at him. though, instead of a human standing there, it was a dog.

"what the fuck."

TAGS  adult!sirius black x forensic analyst!reader, mystery fic???, (3) question marks, idk i thought the concept for this was cool and wrote it because why not, intrigue, reader obviously DOES NOT believe in magic, harry potter and the deathly hallows

QUOTE  "too tempting not to touch, / but even though it shocked you, / something's electric in your blood," - various storms and saints by florence + the machine

WORD COUNT 3.6K

WRITTEN  1.6.2024

you -

hey, boss wants you to run blood analysis on this john doe we got earlier today. ran his fingerprints through the system, but we came up with nothing. he doesn't expect for you to get a hit, but he wants you to try anyways. i faxed you the preliminary report. send boss your results asap. see you tommorow!

you listened back to the message on your machine before getting to analyzing the blood sample left on your desk. your dear friend and the medical examiner on your team, james, had examined another one of those odd stiffs this morning. dead, but for some reason, no one could figure out how. there had been dozens, if not more than a hundred, in the past two years like this one. more on record in the last century, but the precinct hasn't seen numbers like these since world war two.

this paticular victim was different than the others, however. all other bodies had been identifiable - meaning the police was able to figure out who had died and notify next of kin. this one wasn't - no form of i.d, no money (other than some odd gold and silver coins, most likely worthless), no fingerprints in their databases. you probably wouldn't get a hit on the dna, but you could try.

there was another reason this john doe was fascinating. despite the fact that it seemed like he fell off a building, the preliminary report showed that he recieved the injury post-mortem. james' examination of the body concluded that he must have fallen more than forty stories, but the buildings nearby were less than five stories.

dead bodies don't just fall out of the sky.

you ran the dna profile you had through the national dna database - and surprisingly, you had a pop-up on your screen.

paternal match - scott constance moody

"born august 17, 1912, relations, history, blah blah blah, arrested for public drunkness and indecency on multiple occasions . . . last known address."

the door to your lab slammed open - in anticipation, you immediately closed the file and turned off your computer.

"have any evidence for us this time?" at this point it had become routine. thompson from "mi5" would whisk away the bodies, claiming something ridiculous like "drug deal gone wrong" or "national security risk," looking and acting very much like someone working for a secret government agency trying to hush-hush a deeper plot afoot.

"nope," you responded with an attempt at a solemn expression. "unfortunately, the blood analysis was a dead end. he's just some guy, i suppose."

"we appreciate your discretion," he responded, shaking your hand firmly. you mean you appreciate me not complaining to the other guys at the precinct. certainly is suspicious that an odd-looking fed comes taking dead bodies as much as he does. even if you were to raise suspicions, who would believe you? you were a female nerd practically living in a back closet while the big, strong men handled the real world. he left with nothing else to say.

you turned your computer back on and opened the file again. you scribbled down the address and just as you were about to leave, you looked back down at the dna profile for doe and found something g peculiar. an odd gene marker you had only ever seen a few times before - including your own blood. you drew the profile closer to you, staring down at it. you had never been able to figure out what it was. six years of higher education had taught you nothing and the fancy, hot-shot professors you had take a look couldn't even understand what they were looking at.

what is up with this guy?

-

you knocked on the front door to an old house, out in the country. pastures of green painted in the skyline, cows and barns littering the landscape beyond it. beautiful, quiet, humble. a very fitting place for an eighty-four year old man.

you saw someone glance through curtains in a window. they disappeared soon after and didn't answer the door. you knocked again and pulled out your police badge. "scott moody? london police, i need to speak with you." you hoped your tone seemed formidable enough. you weren't a cop, you were a forensic scientist, but you needed to speak with him. you needed to understand these dead bodies and the only way to do that was to investigate this moody guy.

finally, the door swung open, and a rather gruff and grumpy man answered. "will you stop that racket? what the hell do you want, girlie?"

you drew in a breath. what should you tell him? you didn't want to lie - that felt cruel. but at the same time, you could suddenly understand why your colleagues seemed so drained after sharing the terrible news to family members. the pressure weighing your stomach was sickening.

"i'd like to ask you some questions about your son, mr. moody. do you mind if i come in?"

"yes, i very much do mind! what's someone like youse interest in my alastor?"

"alastor . . . sir, i'm very sorry to tell you this, but . . . well -"

"out with it, girl!"

"your son died. approximately at twelve forty-five last night. the circumstances of his death are rather . . . under investigation. i just need to gather more information, to find out who killed him."

the man looked genuinely concerned (which suprised you slightly, considering how rude he was) and took a shocked step back. he glanced back inside his own house and then at you. "there's nothing you can do," he said weakly, then shutting the door in your face. you shouted for the man, pounding on his door, but got no response. in a huff, you stormed back to your car and slumped in the driver's seat. you ran a hand down your face - how could you ever think that you could be an investigator? you? you laughed at yourself - so full of yourself, you were neck deep in your own shit. never were you to pull a stunt like this again, not if you wanted to get fired.

as you started the car and swung your gaze around to back out of the driveway, you caught the man sitting out the side window, tying a note to a - was that an owl?

perhaps he was sending a message to someone - through an owl, like a homing pigeon. you had only one instinct.

follow the owl.

-

driving through the chaos known as the london streets while chasing a bird was a nightmare, but somehow you managed. here you stood, looking out upon a charming old row of houses. the bird had flew to one in the middle, the exterior bricks blackened compared to the crisp pastel orange of the other houses. someone opened the window, letting the owl in, and then closed the window.

you decided to sit there and wait. wait and wait and wait. for what, you didn't know. for the owl to come back out? for you to build up the guts to knock on the front door with very many questions? no, that was a bad idea. who knows who is in that house, what they're doing. so you waited for someone to come out and luckily, they did. a man with long, black hair strutted elegantly down the steps to the front door and down the road. you got out of your car and decided to follow him.

you don't know what had gotten into you recently. the million questions swirling through your head had apparently begged enough to be answered that you just had to oblige, no matter the consequences. the man was dressed rather odd, you noticed. a grape-colored velvet suit with tailcoats, a mustache like your grandfather had worn. he dressed like a man out of time.

when he stopped walking, you stopped. when he started again, you were right on his ass (well, feet away, but still). he took a laise through a farmer's market, glancing around himself a few times before leaving without buying a single thing. he walked down the road and turned into an alleyway. naive as you were, you followed him and found the alleyway empty. only trash littered the ground.

stepping forward, you peeked behind dumpsters and other barriers of the sort. deciding that he must have disappeared somehow, you turned around with a sigh . . . only to be shoved up against the wall by the very man you had been following.

you had two first impressions of the man. the first was that, now that you could observe him up close, you noticed that he was devilishly handsome. the second was that he had a stick pointed at your throat and seemed rather impressed with himself for it.

"you have about ten seconds to explain why you're following me, hm?" his hands were gripped around the fabric of your collar shirt, bunching up the neatly ironed cotton. so much for looking polished. "who are you? fudge's minon? death eater?"

"i'm a member of the police - if you'd only give me a moment to show you my badge -"

"not a chance," he responded, pressing the stixk further into your neck. really, is that supposed to intimidate me? you thought in annoyance. "who are you really?"

"i'm telling the truth."

"how did you find me?"

"i followed you from that house on grimmauld place."

"how do you know about that?"

"following the homing pigeon - well, owl - that scott moody sent."

not only did he seem cautious, but nervous now. "did dumbledore send you?" he asked dubiously.

"i honestly have no idea who that is." memorable name like that, you'd definitely remember him. no, he seemed to be quite odd to you.

"why were you following me?"

you sighed. "i'm invesitgating the death of alastor moody."

although a sadness washed over the man's face, there was something behind his expression that said he already knew. he placed the stick back into the inner pocket of his coat. "you said you were police?" you nodded.

"so you're a muggle," he mumbled. was muggle some new slang term for cop? you didn't know and even more, you didn't care. then, a realization spread over his face.

sirius -

it shouldn't be possible - if you were a muggle, how could you see grimmauld place? because of the many peotective enchantments and ancient runes safeguarding the black house, only those who were wizards should be able to see it. yet, you had watched him walk right out the front door.

"you - you're looking into moody death?" he asked. he supposed it made sense. no one knew during the battle where they fighting high in the air - it was the heat of the moment after all. it only makes sense that muggle police got to his body first. still, he couldn't understand how you could have seen the house of black.

"his case is part of an ungoing investigation into the dozens of deaths of citizens across greater britain in the past two years." ah. so the muggles were catching on to voldemort's dirty work.

"let me guess. they were all perfectly healthy, showed no signs of deah whatsoever?" he asked. of course the muggles were going insane about it. people dying left and right without them even knowing what, or who, was causing it.

"yes, how did you -"

"just a hunch," he shrugged in response to your shocked expression.

"if you know something, you must tell me," you said rather firmly, though it seemed you were under the delusion that you had any sort of authority over him. your tone was not as strong as you may have liked.

"i'm afraid i cannot -"

"cannot what?" you barked back - now that had some bite. his interest was peaked now - what had your wand in a knot? "there are people dying. these dead bodies keep showing up with no sign as to how they died. moody aparently just fell from the sky! dead bodies don't just fall from the sky," you told him with an incredulous laugh. "now you are going to tell me everything you know about these bodies, or i swear on the bloody royal throne itself that i'll - i'll - get it out of you!"

you -

"you cannot just bring some muggle girl - if she really is a muggle - into our headquarters! are you barking mad? and don't you dare make another one of your mutt jokes or on merlin's grave i will -"

"that's quite enough, andromeda," responded a rather polite and calming male voice. there was a murmur and the same man let out a sigh. "at least let the man speak first."

"fine!"

"she saw grimmauld place, she knows about moody! she didn't bloody well seem like one of voldemort's spies, she didn't even know what 'death eater' meant. besides, what was i supposed to do? let her go blabbering to other muggles about this?"

"you could obliviate her."

"i would, if i had ever learned how. besides, it's not ethical, taking away someone's memories like that."

"this is war, black - desperate times call for desperate measures."

"now why don't you get back to shoving your greasy nose down some potions notes, snivellus, and let us grown-ups -"

"you arrogant -"

there was a sudden clammer of noise, the sound of several falling to the ground and pots and pans banging all over the place. a loud thwip! and sudden silence. "stop it! the both of you! has anyone actually bothered to question her?"

there was another round of silence before the door in front of you creaked open. the man who had pinned you up in the alley, black he had been called, looked rather dismal as he invited you into the room.

after your little speech, he requested you joined him in his house. well, you were not expecting the dustiest, blackest house you had ever seen. the entry hall was so thin, you could practically feel the walls caressing your arms. you waited in the entrance hall, outside the door to the kitchen, while he talked with his . . . friends? their conversation was all very confusing, talks of war and the like. were they also part of some secret agency? you weren't sure so you remained cautious.

"hello," you said to all those in the room, your voice trembling nervously. there were six others littered across the room. a rather dreadful looking man in the corner, with a hooked nose. he looked at you with distaste. black stood at the end of the table, his palms planted onto the table. another woman with hair almost as black as the walls, who sighed at your entrance. another man, scars barraging his face, with rather kind eyes. a man with umber skin, dressed in deep blue robes decorated with silver. and finally, a redhaired woman with a rag thrown over her shoulder, a knife in hand as she stood near a cutting board.

"hello," said the scarred-man, a warm smile making your shoulders sag a bit in . . . relief? comfort? "do you mind introducing yourself?"

you revealed your badge to all and recitind your name. "i'm a forensic analyst for the london police," you recited for the third time that day. "earlier this morning, the body of alastor moody was discovered. aside from the head injury he sustained from - well, we're not exactly sure - he seemed perfectly healthy. our medical examiner has concluded that he sustained the injury after his death. as of this morning, his body was taken by an operative of a secret government agency. there have been dozens of other bodies like this over the past couple of years. i've taken it upon myself to investigate this . . . occurence. this morning i tracked down moody's father, who sent a courier - owl - here."

"and is that everything?" black asked with an arched brow, as though he thought you were hiding something. which, ot be fair, you kind of were, but it was a small, unimportant detail and rather ridiculous really. just an irrational price of science that most likely had no relevance to the murders or perhaps a suggestion towards a broken coder in your lab - "well is it?"

you hesitated to answer but felt rather intimidated by the people surrounding you. perhaps sharing everything would be ideal, even if they thought you were barking mad. "well, erm - there's this one thing. do you know what dna is, mr. black?"

black shook his head and the others looked rather confused.

"i do," the scarred man spoke. "remus. a pleasure."

you gave him a polite nod in response. "a blood sample is taken from every body that goes through the police, and we run it through our systems and upload it to a database. moody had a gene marker in his dna - an odd one. one that shouldn't be there."

remus tilted his head, indulging you. "i've had old professors look at his results, even after I reran them. they thought something was wrong with the data. that i should run it again. but i know it wasn't wrong . . . i have the same gene marker in my dna. i'm not mad. it means something. even if others can't see it."

remus looked puzzled for a moment, but as a hazy look crossed his eyes, you could see his demeanor change rather swiftly. he straightened up, and glanced towards sirius with his mouth agape.

"what is it remus?" sirius asked with concern.

"i think that she's found a muggle's way . . . to prove the existence of magic."

sirius -

no. it couldn't be possible. it simply wasn't. if remus was right, if what he said was true, not only did this mean there were rather heinous repercussions for the wozarding world, but . . . you would be in danger.

suddenly, snape stood up from his chair rather suddenly, his eyes latched onto you. his hands still wrapped around the arms of the chairs, gripping them so tightly his knuckles were white. "everyone except sirius and the girl . . . out. now!"

the others were reluctant to leave the room, but they all filed out eventually. dumbledore trusted snape, even ordered snape to kill him, so they all would have to trust snape . . . even if sirius didn't want to.

snale turned his poisonous gaze on you. "sit down."

you followed his instructions, though cautiously, and took the closest seat next to sirius. sirius hoped that implied there was some level of trust between you two, seeing as you'll need it since he couldn't let you leave grimmauld place. "while it seems you haven't been filled in, i find that i cano that rather quickly for you. magic is real and a select number of individuals can possess it - you must be among those people, seeing as only those who are magical can see this house. there has been a wizarding war for over the past three decades, lead by a man named voldemort. the goal of him and his death eaters are to kill or otherwise enslave all those who are non-magical, also known as muggles. do you understand?"

you seemed to be flabbergasted by the assault of information and it's implications, and though you were slow to believe, you simply nodded your head. sirius placed his hand on the back of your chair, protectively, almost territorially.

"snape -"

"do shut your mouth black," snape spat. "a seer, or a prophet as muggles might know them, made a prophecy not long ago. the chosen one becomes the chosen two when eighth month approaches. for someone undesireable as any, she will be hunted down like the dog. she has discovered something no muggle should know. the power to vanquish the dark lord rests in the hand of fate - and should that hand choose to vanquish her, all hope of defeating the dark lord is lost."

"snape, what in the devil's name -"

"do not interrupt me, you -"

"no!" sirius exclaimed, slamming the goblet he was holding down on the table. wine spilled out from the cup, dripping down the rusted golden edge. "that is quite enough. i'm sure our guest has gone through enough the past day. she is famished and tired. let her rest and perhaps then we can discuss whatever nonsense you're blabbering on about."

sirius turned towards you with a softer expression and gestured for you to follow him out. you glanced back at snape, he noticed, if just for a moment. but soon enough, the two of you were in the foyer sitting across from each other.

your head was buried between the palms of your hand - it was obvious that you were distressed. "are you all right?" sirius asked softly.

"all right?" you asked, glancing up at him, your tone incredulous. "all right? no, no, i am just fine. you know, I just found out magic is real and there's some wizard war going on that no one knows about. yeah, this isn't news to me at all! you know, i get to work flying around on my little witch broom like everyone else! no i'm not all right!"

"we actually do use brooms as a model of transportation, that's not a myth," sirius told you, rather factually. you didn't seem very amused by his short educational bit. "look, i know this is overwhelming -"

"why should I even believe you?" you asked, tone rising in volume, though more out of worry than anger. "i mean something inexplicable could explain moody's death, but magic? magic can't be real, it's just not physically possible! there are rules and -"

sirius stared up at you from the ground. you stared down at him. though, instead of a human standing there, it was a dog.

"what the fuck."

[valiantverses]

The Azrael Series: Chapter Two

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader Slowburn/Sort of Enemies to Friends to Lovers)

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Summary: Task Force 141 is assigned a new member to deal with Makarov for good. Highly-skilled, brutally efficient and devastatingly competent, Ghost has met his match - and finds himself at odds with the SAS Fraternization Regulations as getting to know you makes him re-evaluate a life he never thought to allow himself.

CW: Canon-typical violence.

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@beansproutmafia @chinuneko @agustdpeach @murder-hobo

Introduction 1 2

"We've not gotten much out of the drive m' afraid. We've got cyber forensics and analysts going over the files - far as Makarov's movements, we've got nothin' of note."

The briefing room's atmosphere was a degree short of despair. Papers strewn about, stale cups of coffee and tea haphazardly pushed to the side as Laswell's Toughbook blinked to life, showing the results of the hard won drive the 141 had retrieved a couple of days prior.

Ghost had opted to stand during the meeting, taking up his usual spot with a full view of the room. Most of the team had elected to sit around the metal tables, the briefing now on its third hour - not quite as brief as one would hope, he thought.

He watched Gaz lean back into a stretch, arms opening wide and settling at the back of your chair. You glanced up at the sergeant briefly before turning back to the neatly stacked piles of documents in front of you, poring over the mind-numbing reports and occasionally making notes.

Your integration into the group - Johnny and Gaz, anyway - had not been seamless from his observations, but the sergeants had been as open as could reasonably be expected from their personalities, and you seemed to be reciprocating - or trying to, anyway.

"Ach - not even in the emails? Employee profiles?"

Johnny piped up, unable to hide the annoyance that darkened his features. Ghost had noticed the Scot had been mellower in recent months. Maybe even years - ever since Zakhaev, at least - the burden of their profession was a continuous wear and tear on the mind and soul for those who hadn't locked away parts of themselves like he had. Like his boots, gloves, tactical vests, the work pushed and pulled at soldiers, clawing and scratching till it had to be replaced, patched up, or discarded.

Conveniently, Ghost mused, replaced, patched up, or discarded were the same three fates most soldiers stumbled into.

Johnny knew what this job meant, had experienced it firsthand, and still continued to shoulder the responsibilities. Ghost was intimately familiar with the drive to push through and respected that need - even if it meant watching a part of his comrade wither away.

Laswell sighed, rubbing her temples as she looked up from her computer to meet Johnny's eyes.

"All legitimate, tracing back to businesses or third party contractors."

"All fer nothin' then, was it?"

Price, who had opted to stand as well with his arms crossed, chose this moment to speak up.

"It's hard to imagine the ultranationalists just went and gave up after Zakhaev's death."

At this, Soap leaned back a bit, shifting his whole attention on to price. Ghost remembered reading the reports, how shattered Soap had been over Zakhaev when he got back from S.A.S. recon in Mexico.

"We know Makarov is well trained in counterinsurgency from his time in Airborne and the Spetznaz, but there must be a link somewhere - you don't move weapons and people on the scale he does without having some kind of paper trail."

You chose this moment to speak up, hand still carefully taking down notes as you pored over the files in front of you.

"You mentioned contractors. May we have a list?"

Laswell glanced up at surprise at you before switching to a different tab. It was true that you hadn't been particularly vocal in your time at the base, keeping your distance from most of the upper brass.

"Gutter cleaners, vehicle upkeep, insurance inspections, air conditioning installation, occupational health and safety reviews, catering-"

He watched you smile, that was that same wry smirk, the same twist of the lips that pulled at your face and made your eyes quirk in such a way that-

He jerked his head to the side, keeping his eyes trained on Laswell's computer.

"Couldn't imagine air conditioning would be on my list of priorities, in a winter desert."

Wordlessly, Laswell pulled her laptop closer to her, instantly beginning to pore over the emails sent by the air conditioning company. Price and Johnny shared a look when Laswell made a hum of approval.

"Seems this company uses a really simple order form template, copy and pasted- not really something you'd expect of a company taking orders at this volume."

Gaz reached over, leaning over the table to point at the screen.

"Subject: Notice of equipment upgrade. In our ongoing efforts to enhance the performance of our air-conditioning units, Our technicians will be overseeing the delivery and installation of a package containing the latest components aimed at optimizing energy efficiency. Your cooperation during this upgrade process is greatly appreciated."

He whistled, leaning back in his chair. "They've 'upgraded' their air-conditioning 11 times in the past 4 months.'

You didn't even acknowledge the discovery, still buried in the files. It strangely grated at him, this nonchalance of yours- but surely it was better than the callous sort of arrogance many soldiers at your level possessed? He respected good soldiers, especially those fighting alongside him. But you... there was something different about you.

He was aware of the glaring hypocrisy, to question someone's integrity because of the walls they put up when he himself wore a mask to distance himself from who he was outside of the battlefield.

But you wore a different kind of mask.

He had noticed, during brief moments where your professionalism didn't so much crack as it distended- like a rubber band warping after being pulled apart too strong. There was a smouldering fire beneath the glacial shell of duty you wore. It flickered sometimes, a molten glint in your eyes or a wry quirk of your lips, hinting at a real live breathing person within.

That ferocity had sparked your first clash in the mountains, tangled limbs and shared breaths in thin air, his gaze tracing the map of your face as he tried to determine your motives, whether or not he could trust you. Then there was the hangar, your quiet confidence grating against his need for control. An unlikely pair, yet you'd executed the mission flawlessly. Rolled with the punches and gotten through it all.

Though his face betrayed nothing, his mind buzzed with thoughts as he went over your latest interactions - outrage at your audacity, annoyance at your nonchalance, and a strange reluctance to let go of the distruption you caused, one he wouldn't- couldn't, try to understand the root of.

Beyond it all, he had to admit, was a begrudging sort of respect.

"8 payments have been made this quarter alone to the HVAC company - all worth tens of thousands."

"Drip feedin' Makarov's extra curriculars I take it- any ID on the company behind it Laswell?"

"Northwest of the Caucausus mountains. I'll clear it through Shepherd."

He saw your lips quirk down into a frown at Laswell's words, clearly unhappy about something. He tore his eyes away, accidentally locking gazes with Price, who tossed a raised his eyebrow his way. He maintained eye contact, unwilling to look away first and crossing his arms when Price shook his head and muttered something under his breath.

"We should-" it was the first time he'd ever heard you sound even the tiniest bit hesitant. "We should look into Makarov's known contacts. See who's benefitting from his actions that may be flying under the radar. All of them, even known hostile connections."

There was an implication to your words that Ghost didn't like, and he voiced it.

"Looks like we're already drownin' in information and more questions than answers. Want to send us on a wild goose chase when we don't even know if there's a goose to chase, do ya?"

He could see your jaw tense the tiniest bit as you turned to him, eyes hard.

"All I'm saying is that - paramilitary operations do not function in a vacuum, sir. Terrorist attacks require weapons, and those weapons require logistics to distribute, processing, manufacturing - everything does. The fact that we've run into nothing might suggest we're being walled off from information by design."

There was it- that spark, like flint and steel crashing together. He approached the table, placing both hands on it as he lowered himself to look at you directly in the eyes. When he spoke, his voice was rough, taking on a gravelly quality.

"We've been working on this for years and you've been here a month- if you could focus on your job instead of speculating on facts that aren't there maybe you could actually get the job you were assigned to do done, sergeant."

"Yes, sir." You gritted out, lips thinning. He could see in the tenseness of your shoulders that had he not been your superior this discussion would have been more drawn out.

But your words were beyond inflammatory - they were dangerous and put into question the very foundation of the chain of command that the operation was centered on. You would have to learn that these were thoughts best kept to yourself - it was clear to him that you lacked experience and maybe even the humility that came from working with teammates.

Relaxing his shoulders, he turned to regard the group, realizing that several pairs of eyes were now glancing between you and him with varying levels of confusion and surprise. Laswell, closing her laptop with a neat click, spoke first.

"I think we got it. This corporation has two locations- we'll do some recon and get a plan going, try and positively ID any key people. Great catch, Azrael. I sense this is something big."

You shifted the tiniest bit, simply nodding in response. He hadn't seen you handle direct compliments very well - the military did acknowledgements at most.

You remained quiet for the rest if the briefing and the dismissal after, studiously going over old files, not meeting his eyes again.

"LT! I think we need ourselves a little celebration to welcome our little Sherlock here, aye?"

You mumbled a bit, shuffling as the Scotsman draped an arm over you and patted your arm.

"Just identified an anomaly in the information- is all-"

"None of that now, gawn yerself! We got an ol' teammate comin' with us, Roach, I reckon you'll like 'im."

"I think it would really help your case if you could speak English, McTavish." Ghost remarked, dryly. He had been ready to leave and stretch his legs after leaning up against cold concrete for closing in on 4 hours.

"Alright- not sure about drinking, with the mission coming up soon, but I'll go."

"Ach pure brilliant, so it is. Gaz! You're drivin'! No fun juice for you m'fraid."

There was a groan from inside the communal area, then a smattering of mutters of which if Ghost were a betting man, he'd say could give any sailor a run for their money.

"What d'ya say LT?" He turned back to two sets of eyes, yours a strained sort of amusement, before he leaned back and rested his hands on the straps of his vest.

"Fuckin' hell. You're buyin', Johnny."

There was outraged sputtering, so Scottish it was indecipherable, before he turned to leave. His eyes locked with yours for a split second, assessing. Then he broke connection and made his way back to his barracks, his mind lingering.

He wondered what you were like away from it all.

Away from Azrael.

You seemed like more of a person than he allowed himself to be - but that remained to be seen.

Tonight, the echoes of questions would be drowned at the bottom of a bottle.

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Translation for the Soapese:

Gawn yerself: Go on yourself (You're doing really good)

[kana-de]

★ MENTALLY ILL BITCHES FROM HOMICIDE DEPARTMENT ☆

aka characters introductions.

masterpost / next

[name] - rank II detective. graduated from criminology university, after that enrolled in a police academy for an investigation course. worked for two years in homicide department, but had a large burnout from all the number of work and pressure, and quit for a year, now coming back to the same - not really same - place. [name] was a rank III detective before quitting, but now her place is taken by someone who seems to be getting promoted quickly.

scaramouche - rank III detective. graduated from criminology university with a master's degree and took crime analysis and criminal intelligence courses for another year. he monitored free places in the precinct for some time and, after seeing that he has a chance to get a job as a detective there (read as: after [name] quit and he saw a free job vacancy) immediately applied to practice in homicide department. was promoted to rank II almost instantly because of his abilities.

kazuha - intelligence analyst under sheriff's office. the only sane person out there. graduated from criminal justice and took practice in working with security threats and trending crimes. at first wanted to enroll into an IT major, but decided to just take programming courses and enroll in criminal justice instead, taking an intelligence analyst job after graduation. also, is the absolute cat lover #2 (or #3?), but due to the fact that he spends a lot of time on the computer, he has poor vision, and, usually, mistakes some heaps of garbage on the road with cats.

heizou - detective sergeant. graduated from criminology university with a master's degree (he shows off in front of everyone because of that). at first was a rank II detective like [name], but after solving two big cases which have been closed for nearly a year, got a promotion to a detective sergeant. specializes on finding all possible information, collecting evidence and analyzing it, takes most cases' investigations on himself and most people from homicide department rely on him a little too much.

albedo - forensic scientist. graduated from medical university with a speciality of surgeon, then found himself applying for practice in crime laboratories. despite his strange and, in some kind, even scary speciality, is an absolute cat lover that's why [name] - #1 cat lover on earth - liked him so much.

★ SOMEONE NOT FROM THE PRECINCT ☆

yanfei - attorney (lawyer). [name]'s highschool best friend. graduated from law university and got a juris doctor degree from an accredited law school. works in a court. helped [name] in many things - and continues to do so - such as pick a speciality in uni and help her mentally during the burnout a year ago. didn't want [name] to go back to working as a detective, worrying about that she may need therapy again.

★ synopsis - you worked as a professional detective in a nearby precinct for nearly two years, but then quit after having a burnout from all the work and pressure. now, a year and a full therapy later, you're back to that same precinct, but... your place is taken by another detective, sending you working a rank lower!

★ author's notes.

scara being the absolute BOOKWORM.

no jk i just wanted him to be badass.

★ taglist - open (comment to be added).

[6rookie-writer0110]

Don't lose control

Chloe Decker x Male Reader

Warning: Some light gore.

Request: Would you like to write a Male Reader who is a forensic blood spatter analyst that works for the the L.A.P.D. While there, he started a relationship with homicide detective Chloe Jane Decker and had a son together named (Y/S/N) (Y/L/N). In his spare time, he is a vigilante serial killer who targets other murderers who have evaded the justice system. Male Reader follows a code of ethics taught to him in childhood by his adoptive father, which he refers to as "The Code"

You are in the lab trying to copy the same blood spatter as in the pictures. You finally figured it out and you started to smile, then Chloe and Lucifer walked in.

“Seems, you are having fun,” Chloe said.

You take off the goggles and there is fake blood all over your suit.

“I figured it out,” You said.

“You know who did it?” Lucifer asked.

“Yes, someone who is under 5’8. It's a short person who killed your victim. Ella helped me out because she was the same height as the killer. When I did it, the blood spatter wasn't the same and the range was very different” You said.

“Now, we have to arrest the landlord,” Chloe said.

“I knew it, he did it. There was something about him” Lucifer said.

“But we needed evidence to arrest him, Lucifer. Thanks Y/n” Chloe said.

“Anytime,” You said.

They leave the lab and you start to clean the mess. Once you are alone in the lab, you use the computer. You typed in a car license now you see the address and more. You start to think, about how to capture the rapist who was let out of jail for good behavior.

Chloe comes back to the lab and you hide the screen with a random report.

“Hey, Y/n don't forget to bring dinner tonight,” Chloe said.

She gave you a peck on the lips and you smiled. You and Chloe have been dating for a long time then she got pregnant with your son.

“Don’t worry, I won't forget. Go home early and I will try to finish this report” You said.

“Okay, I will see you later,” Chloe said.

She kissed you then she left. You watch her leave then you look at the computer again. She doesn't know that you hunt down criminals and kill them. You know that she will never accept you if she finds out. You always come up with a lie saying why you come home late. Since you work in the police department, it's easy for you to get information on your next prey. You try to find more information about the criminal and it didn't take for you to find out everything.

Chloe is at home and she picks up her son and kisses him on the head. He is one year old and he starts to smile at her.

“Don’t worry your father will join us for dinner” Chloe smiled.

You open the door and she is happy to see you.

“Traffic got worse. But I did bring food” You smiled.

You give her the food then you grab your son. She starts to set the table and you are making your son laugh and he doesn't stop smiling.

“I have to leave later,” You said.

“Why?” Chloe asked.

“I have to meet up with my brother, he is having trouble with stuff. And he needs someone to talk to” You lied.

She never met your family besides your adoptive father.

“Y/n, when am I going to meet him?” Chloe asked.

“I will try to set that up. I told him about you but I will ask him again” You said.

“Okay, but try not to come home too late. Remember we are going to the zoo tomorrow” Chloe said.

You gave her a peck on the lips.

“I won't come home late, promise,” You said.

After dinner, you spend time with Chloe and your son. She went to bed early and you left the house.

——

In the trunk of your car, you take out black clothes and changed in car and you change the license plate. You drive to the location where your prey will be.

You drive to a bar and you walk inside. You look for her and she is sitting at the bar and you sit in the back. You watch her and she is just drinking beer and talking to random people. You have been following her for almost two weeks, she has two different cars and that threw you off while spying on her. You start to remember what your foster dad said…

“Only kill people after finding conclusive evidence that they are guilty of murder,” He said.

After a while at the bar, she left the bar and you go after her. She is by herself, now you wet the cloth with coliform and run up to her. You put it on her face and she tries to fight back but can't.

“Shhhh,” You said.

You put her in the car and drive to your secret location. Chloe doesn't know about Secret Loft because you used your father’s name to buy it. That's where you do your killing. You drag her body into the loft then you tie her up on the table and you wait for her to wake up.

“Where am I?!” She cried.

“Somewhere,” You said.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Oh, don't worry about that. You won't remember it in the afterlife. You are here to pay for the crime you did to those boys” You said.

“I did my time!” She yelled.

“No, you didn't! They should have given you years behind bars! But instead, they gave you three months!! People who sell weed are doing years behind bars! Now that isn't fair” You said.

“Someone help me!!!” She screamed.

You smacked and you looked at her with a sinister look.

“You can scream all you want. But no one will come and help, this neighborhood is abandoned, and cops only come around here to sleep with hookers. Enjoy the ride” You said.

She starts to cry and begs you not to kill her. But don't stop, you grabbed a knife and started to cut her body. The cuts are not deep but she is starting to bleed out, you want her to suffer. She keeps begging you to stop but you don't listen to her. You keep leaving cuts on her body. Then you grabbed a bigger knife and you have a sinister smile.

“Please I'm begging you” She cried.

You stabbed her in the stomach and she cries in pain. She starts to bleed out fast and you watch the blood come out faster. You take out the knife now you grab an electric saw, you start to cut her body. She is screaming bloody murder but you don't stop. You cut her arms off then you cut off her right leg.

“Have fun in hell” You said.

You cut off her head and you cut her body into pieces. You are breathing hard now you start to clean up and put her body parts into black trash bags.

You lost track of time while throwing her body away and cleaning. You changed clothes and burned what you had on. You went home at 4 a.m. and Chloe is still sleeping. Before going to sleep, you take a hot shower.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

You kept your promise and you went to the zoo with your family. You take a picture with Chloe and your son. You try to teach him a new word.

“Can you say gorilla?” You asked him.

He just smiles “Monkey”

“Close enough, but it's gorilla,” You said.

“You thought he was going to say it on the first try?” Chloe asked.

“Could have happened. Plus he won't let go of the monkey plush” You said.

While walking around the gift shop, he grabbed a plush monkey. He didn't want to let go of it and he hugged it very tight. You bought it and you bought a gift for Chloe.

You and Chloe are having a good time. You keep trying to teach your son how to say each name of the animal.

———

You and Chloe are on the couch, watching a movie. But during the movie, you and Chole just started to kiss each other and didn't bother to finish the movie. You are lying on your back and she is on top of you, and your hands are under her shirt.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Why?” You asked.

“You have been going out every single night, and I don't like that,” Chloe said.

“I promise that will stop,” You said.

“Do you mean it, Y/n?” Chloe asked.

You kiss her on the lips

“Yes, I mean it,” You said.

“Good” Chloe smiled.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Chloe and Lucifer arrived at the crime scene. Ella starts to explain what she thinks happened at the time of the kill. But Lucifer tries not to laugh because Ella is on her knees, and you are standing up. Her face is close to your crotch.

“So the killer was on their knees and stabbed him in the stomach and his friend,” Ella said.

“That explains the blood sappter. When the killer moved their hand back and forth, the blood managed to get on the couch. But once at my lab, I will try out the theory” You said.

“Maybe try not to have your face close to his crotch,” Chloe said.

“What?” Ella said.

“Never mind,” Chloe said.

“Don’t be jealous, detective he won't cheat” Lucifer said.

Chloe walks away and you take more pictures of the crime scene. You and Ella started to talk about theories while Lucifer and Chloe talked to the neighbors.

——-

At work, there was a meeting about criminals being killed. You didn't care about them but Olivia Monroe, your boss said something. She wants Chloe and Lucifer to work on the case and you start to panic. Now you have to stop for a while and you were planning on your next prey. So far, there are no witnesses or clues about who the killer is. The media already made up a name and you know Chloe won't rest until she cracks the case. You don't want to lose her so for now, you will stop killing. It will be hard because of your blood lust but you don't want to lose your family.

[weisscoldglare]

If Weiss were a teacher, which subject do you think she'd teach? I like to think she'd teach Dust studies in Remnant and history in a regular world. Thoughts?

She out of all of them was driven and hungry to learn more and more, so I do think she'd have some Dust/ Historical topics. She has a concentration in field combat due to her ability to adapt to whatever environment she fights in and her keen mind in the layout of the fight zone.

In terms of IRL? I can see her as a forensic science or computer data analyst. Something that requires a unique and useful utilization. We all know she wouldn't just be a teacher, she'd have a master's and working up to a doctorate and is 3 months away from having her PhD and teaching at a university level.

[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

given that he grew up a normal life…

also these jobs are general examples, i dont know entirely enough if they are accurate

[moominofthevalley]

Sempervirens

A string of letters written by Emily through the years

emily rose

teen | wc: 1.1k | cw: mentions of grief

a/n: first drabble of 2024. sorry it took so long. hope you enjoy ♡ banner credits from airidescence

It’s been ten years and I still don’t know where to put all this grief.

Uncle Tommy suggested I see a shrink, so I told him to fuck off. I promised him I’d write these stupid letters instead. Journaling, mindfulness, yoga – all that does nothing for me. This shit better work. So…here’s a list of things in my life you never got to see.

I stopped doing soccer right after you passed. I’m sorry.

I know even when you were here I had horrible grades. But I made it. I graduated high school. I got into college, worked my ass off, and somehow became the youngest person in NYC to make the Homicide Division. I hope you’re proud of me.

…But it’s brutal. Captain Thompson is just cruel. Tommy met her at a few holiday parties and I don’t know. There’s no concrete evidence yet, but I know there’s something up with her. And the rest of the NYPD. I’ll move on to something better eventually.

By the way, Tommy misses you too. A few weeks ago, we looked through the attic and found a bunch of old photo albums and VHS tapes. We spent all day looking through them. There was a picture of us sitting on your ‘Smoke Couch.’ The black leather one in our old living room. It still reeks of cigars.

My head hurts writing this. Me and Tommy still have nothing for you. No evidence, no lead. Not any fingerprints. Even the files have nothing. I’m so sorry. There has to be something. You’ve been gone ten years and all that I have left of you are old photos and some beat-up jackets.

You need justice. I need answers.

We miss you so much. I’m going to stop writing before I throw up.

Always surviving, Emily Rose 09/10/18

* * * *

I had a fluffernutter sandwich this morning and thought of you.

Don’t know why I love it so much. I probably have a dozen cavities by now. I’m sorry it’s been a while since my last letter…a lot has passed. Anyway–some life updates as promised.

I quit the NYPD. Are you surprised? I found so much shit - probably enough to fire every cop in my precinct - but HR turned on me. So I left. I spent two weeks moping, just bartending at the Drunk Tank until Tommy made me chat with an old friend of his. Mafalda. I think you knew her too. It’s so much better at the agency. There’s this guy named Luke who does all the computer stuff for us. He’s pretty sick. He lost his mom around the same time I lost you. And there’s a forensic analyst who occasionally works with us, Ruby. I know you were never much of a gossip, but they just started dating. They’re cute together. You’d like them.

Also, I got rid of that stupid leather couch you loved. It was all ripped up and probably had mold in it. And it smelled like absolute shit. Smoke and Horse Creek. Yuck. Uncle Tommy and I spent a whole day looking for a new couch. I landed on this velvet green one with a fancy fringe at the bottom. I can already hear you calling me bougie right now.

They say this in movies, but I didn’t expect life to change so fast. I have a dog now. Twilight. I found her at some deli during an investigation. (Everything’s fine now, don’t worry). She’s adorable. I woke up this morning with her head in my arms, staring at me with her big brown mopey eyes. I love her so much.

You know, it’s annoying funny how people enter your life and stay there. I don’t think I’m complaining this time. His name is Trystan Thorne and you’d love him. Uncle Tommy does, but I think it’s because he buys him fancy donuts every morning. I wish you could meet him. I barged into his penthouse one day and now we’re partners. Isn’t that weird? He’s infuriating, but it’s nice to have him around. Don’t tell him I said that. I told him some stories about you today and it was so nice to talk about you. I know I introduced you to him the last time we saw you.

Finally, some good news. We might have something for you. Big V. I told Tommy and Mafalda about her and they both think there might be a chance she did it. I hate that it’s taken so long to come up with just one possible lead. But I’d do anything to know what happened to you. I hope you know that.

I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you more. I miss you so much. Here’s to fifteen years without you.

Always surviving, Emily Rose 10/08/23

* * * *

It’s only been a few months since my last letter and so much has happened. Trystan was put on trial for a murder he didn’t commit. We had to fly half the team to Drakovia as a hail mary. Ended up playing lawyer for a few minutes. It was weird.

I messed up so many times. Trystan and I fought over something we both knew the answer to. Sebastyan…Fuck. Vasili is dead. Every time I remember that look in his eye, I want to throw up. My head hurts. It’s 3 AM and I can’t sleep.

Trystan is sleeping right beside me. He’ll never admit it, but he drools in his sleep. I love him so much. He chops garlic for me, washes my back, and always listens to me talk about you. I want to bite him sometimes. I keep imagining all the dinners and talks we could’ve had, just the three of us. You could’ve told him all of your stupid jokes - like the one about eating a clock.

Tomorrow is my twenty-ninth birthday. Tommy told me he had something planned. I bet you ten bucks it’ll be a party at the Drunk Tank. I remember growing up, you guys would spend the entire night decorating the apartment with balloons. I hope Tommy isn’t doing that this year.

You’re here everywhere I go. I was doing laundry earlier and saw one of Tommy’s button-downs that used to be yours. It still smelled like you. I make coffee just like you did - black. I have your small, bulbous nose. I took a train to Montauk and thought of you.

I hate that your life was taken from me. But I will find you at the end of mine. I love you, Dad. Come visit me sometime? Please.

Always living, Emily Rose 3/31/24

* * * * I’ve missed writing. Fun fact, this was originally going to be called ‘someday, anything.’ Glad I didn’t go with that! I wrote this all in a day after I found the most devastating YouTube comment and just had to write something. Also, if you didn’t notice the start of the 2nd letter is a little reference to this fic. Anyway - there’s definitely more writing coming from me soon...Hope you enjoyed this angst xx

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Ultimate Talents that came from a generator:

Decathlonist Undertaker Dodgeball Player Forensic Scientist Triathlonist Chiropractor Physician Ice Skater Ecologist Bricklayer

Mental Health Professional Fencer Speechwriter Choir Member Marathon Runner Biologist Skateboarder Clock Maker Prison Warden Computer Analyst

[griponthenews]

Cody Hackins age 19 in AA7 and, because of the name, he’s a forensic computer analyst.

[state-of-disorder]

GET TO KNOW ME

Nominated by my bestest of friend @cicada-candy

Nickname: Fia/ankle biter

Government name: Fiachra

Sign: Gemini

Height: 5'6

Last thing I googled: Why is the hannibal book ending like that?

Amount of sleep: Avid green tea drinker and busy bitch so 3 hours top

Dream job: clinical psychologist or computer forensic analyst

Favourite song: brand new city - mitski, anything in phantom of the opera, Transquilize - Killers

Movie: Silence of the lambs or one flew over the cuckoos nest

book: one flew over the cuckoos nest or the shining

Tv show: Law and order SVU or Bad Sisters

Favourite instrument: Piano

Aesthetic: your dad taken from the 80s or some that looks like they are going to Rob you in a dark alleyway

Favourite authors:  Thomas Harris, Neil Gaiman, Stephen Harris

Random Fun fact: frogs use their eyes to swallow

OH YOU MEANT ABOUT ME

I have a phantom of the opera tattoo

And show me a pathetic man in a suit I'm on him like flies on jam (Rafael Barba, Fredrick Chilton, phantom etc etc)

OH SHIT NOMINATE PEOPLE

UHHHHHH @beastblade69 no pressure bestie /gen

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Why tmtn should have a forensic analysist on their team (and why she should be Donnatello's love interest)

So, i made a post about how i made a love interest for Donnie, who is a forensic analyst

Here:

Having a forensic analyst on the team would help them be way more efficient and would cut down on all of the guesswork.

In fact, if that forensic analyst happens to also be a skilled martial artist, they could also be an amazing asset in combat, just in case!

There are so many different directions to take this potential character, and I'm surprised that they haven't done it yet!

Well, I can't speak for everyone, but personally, I quite like the concept of Donnie dating a forensic analyst!

I love the idea of a romance where both parties share a passion for solving the mystery of the world around them, and help each other learn and grow, all while trying to get out of their shells and become comfortable with each other.

Plus, a love interest who can match Donnie's intelligence and help him solve challenging problems sounds like a great match in my opinion.

Here is a list of why i think adding a forensic analysist on the team would be great:

1. Having someone with a different skillset would be a fun way to complement the turtles' skills.

2. It would make for some great comedic moments as they try to figure out how to understand each other and work together.

3. It could create a unique dynamic for a new character.

4. The team could go on cool crime-solving adventures.

5. It would give the team another smart person to depend on

6. It would provide a great opportunity for character growth.

7. There would be plenty of potential for comedic scenes involving technology and computers.

8. It could introduce a new dynamic

9. It could save them from family drama

10. The Analyst could handle the more technical aspects of gathering evidence, allowing April to focus on finding sources and obtaining their stories.

11. The Analyst could handle the legal and ethical aspects of their work, allowing April to focus on delivering the story in a way that's engaging and meaningful to her readers.

My first fictional forensic analysist character is Ella Lopez from Lucifer. I personally think everything got waaayy more interesting the moment she was introduced

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🔬 Unveiling the Diverse World of Expert Witnesses: Know Your Legal Avengers! 💼🕵️‍♂️

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Medical Experts: 🏥 When health and medicine meet the law, medical experts step in. Whether it's a malpractice case or determining the cause of injuries, their diagnosis is the legal prescription.

Financial Analysts: 💰 In the world of complex financial transactions and economic disputes, financial experts are the calculators of truth. They decode numbers and illuminate the darkest financial corners.

Engineering and Construction Experts: 🏗️ When buildings crumble or machinery malfunctions, these experts rebuild the story. They're the architects of understanding in construction and engineering disputes.

Psychologists and Psychiatrists: 🧠 Mental health and the law intersect in courtrooms. Psychologists and psychiatrists offer insights into the minds of individuals in various legal contexts.

Technology and Digital Experts: 📱 In our increasingly digital world, tech experts are the guardians of data and the gatekeepers of digital evidence. Cybersecurity, computer forensics, and data analysis fall under their purview.

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Language and Linguistics Experts: 🗣️ The power of words can't be underestimated. Language experts are called upon to interpret communications, analyze speech patterns, and decipher linguistic nuances in cases like defamation or fraud.

Handwriting and Document Examiners: ✍️ When ink meets paper, handwriting experts step in. They verify documents' authenticity and can identify forgeries.

Art and Antiques Appraisers: 🎨 These experts assess the value of art, antiques, and collectibles, playing a crucial role in disputes over authenticity and monetary worth.

These are just a few of the many types of expert witnesses, each bringing their specialized knowledge to the courtroom. They're the pillars of justice, ensuring that the truth shines brightly under the legal spotlight.

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[riddl3r]

BASICS.

Full name:  Edward Nashton Nygma Nickname:   Riddler, Eddie Gender:   Male Height:  1.85m Age: 25 in s1, around a year older per season Zodiac:  Aries Spoken languages:  English, French, German, Spanish, Mandarine, Russian, Hebrew, Greek, Ancient Greek, Latin, Dutch, Hungarian (not fluent yet).

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

Hair colour:    very dark brown Eye colour:  light brown Skin tone:  Fair complexion Body type:  slim Accent:  American Dominant hand:  Favors the right Posture:   good, composed Tattoos:  verse dependent (none in s1-s3. he gets a small question mark on his arm in s4. in some verses he gets a full arm tattoo) Most noticeable feature: verse dependent/his suits/his glasses

CHILDHOOD.

Place of birth:  Chicago, Illinois  Hometown:  Gotham Manner of birth:  Natural First words:  he doesn’t know Siblings:  None Parents:   Evan and Nadia Nashton Parental involvement:  both of his parents had a negative impact on him, being abusive assholes

ADULT LIFE.

Occupation: verse dependent (forensic analyst, chief of staff, owner of riddle factory etc) Current residence:  verse dependent  Close friends:   verse dependent. Oswald Cobblepot, Lee Thomkins, Lucius Fox Relationship status:   verse dependent. single Financial status:   comfortable/verse dependent  Driver’s license:   yes Criminal record:  Yes

SEX & ROMANCE.

Sexual orientation:   demisexual  Romantic orientation:   Homoromantic  preferred emotional role:   Submissive  | Dominant  |  Switch  |  Unknown Preferred sexual role:   Submissive  |  Dominant  |  Switch  |  Sex repulsed Libido: non-existent with people he doesn’t know well, medium with people that he is into Turn ons:   intelligence, cunning  Turn off’s:   stupid, boring people Love language:    small and big gestures, physical affection, going to extremes for people Relationship tendencies:  he tends to let love rule over logic when he is in love, despite of what he might tells you. he is willing to sacrifice everything for that person. he likes to take care of his partner, to make them feel loved too.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Character’s theme song:  Ghost in the wind by Birdie (in second half of s3 & s4).   Hobbies to pass the time:  building escape rooms, puzzles, quantum computers, astrophysics, biochemistry experiment, cooking,  Mental illnesses:   OCD, ASD, (&DID) Physical illness:  none Left or right brained:   Left brained Fears:  not being understood, being alone Self-confidence level:  it depends on what. he is confident about his intelligence, he is not confident about...well, everything else. Vulnerabilities:  his obsessive compulsions to do things in a certain way, his constant need for intellectual stimuli

Tagged by: Nobody Tagging: @lnsania​ @fantasywritten​ @librarywent​ @nickgoodc​ @lxvefrxmthextherside​ and you!

[forensicfield]

How To Become Crime Analyst? | Forensicfield

Not all crimes are solved by detectives, forensic scientists, or law enforcement personnel. Behind a computer screen, many crimes are frequently complexly studied. Trained crime analysts perform this study, frequently working at a computer desk....

Not all crimes are solved by detectives, forensic scientists, or law enforcement personnel. Behind a computer screen, many crimes are frequently complexly studied. Trained crime analysts perform this study, frequently working at a computer desk. Instead of visiting crime scenes, these inquisitive, committed, and meticulous professionals know what to look for to solve or anticipate crimes. To…

[nevernevadahq]

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Madeline Petsch

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THE FOLLOWING ROLES HAVE BEEN REOPENED

Tattoo Artist at Daedalus Studio

Drug Supplier 

Chief Deputy of the LVPD

Medic for the Brothers of Ichor

Bookie for the Brothers of Ichor

Cashier at Elysian Market

Forensic Computer Analyst for the LVPD

Independent Assassin 

Acrobat at Cirque du Soleil (x2)

Independent Mercenary

Vixen at Vicky’s

Prospect for the Brotherhood (x3)

Baker at Killer Cupcakes

Pit Boss at Lotus Hotel & Casino

Heist Specialist 

Youngest Guray Brother for the Asenas

Oldest Guray Brother for the Asenas

Accountant at Asena Bank

Koleski for the Asenas (x2)

Bankas for the Asenas

Owner of the Pits Auto Repair

Bartender at the Wall (x2)

Independent Hacker

Enforcer for the Brothers of Ichor

Escort at the Mirage

Casino Host at Ashina Casino

Fence

Director of Cytherea Gallery 

Manager of Asena Bank

Clerkman for the Asenas