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sdr2lovemail · 5 months

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Is there any chance I could get a general relationship headcanons for Yomi Hellsmile and Martina Electro (Raincode) with a g/n reader?

Thanks!~

Yomi Hellsmile and Martina Electro Relationship Headcanons (GN Reader)

Notes: I got really carried away with these! (O_O;) I was going to write headcanons for them together as well, but this post was getting super long. But if you're interested in that, feel free to send another request, dear! With the way my askbox looks, I'll become the person known for writing about Martina and Yomi. Not complaining tho, lol! I hope you enjoy the fruits of my indulgent labors.

Yomi Hellsmile

Getting into a relationship with Yomi would not be easy. He’s standoffish, rude, and devoted to his work. He would have to know you for a long time before even thinking about pursuing a relationship.

Yomi is surprisingly romantic. He knows he’s handsome and how to charm people. As director of the peacekeepers, he can take you out almost anywhere. His preferred places are ones where the two of you can be alone.

Yomi is the possessive type. Like the way Kanai Ward is his city, you are his partner. No one else is allowed to think about you he does. He’s got a nasty jealousy streak as well and isn’t fond of people throwing advances at you.

What he considers advances is vague though. Depending on how he’s feeling that day, someone just speaking to you in a way he didn’t like is eligible to be framed for murder.

Dates are few and far between. He’ll tell you early on that Amaterasu comes first. But sometimes he’ll surprise you with a night out. Yomi would buy out an entire restaurant so you could spend time in private. He enjoys more expensive tastes, so they’ll be decently fancy places.

When it comes to affection, Yomi is on the rougher side. Kissing would usually incorporate some type of biting, his favorite places being the neck and shoulders. He’s a strange man so he’s not above drawing a little blood.

He acts like he’s giving you some grand gift while being affectionate. Even if he’s coming to you for a hug or kiss, Yomi will tease you like you need him. As a fan of being dramatic, he’d go as far as calling himself ‘your savior.’

As much as he likes you, his sadism knows no bounds. He’ll be mean towards you, but in a somewhat loving way. If you mess something up, he’ll be sure to point it out, more than likely laughing. Yomi may or may not help you out, it all relies on his mood.

Want a kiss? That’s too bad, he’s much too busy to entertain you right now. He’ll come to you when he’s ready. Or jump on you the minute you turn your back.

There are two sides that fight inside his brain: one that wants to show you off to every and anyone, and the other that wants to keep his romantic life to himself. The first one usually wins as he can’t keep his hands off you.

If you worked at Amaterasu Corporation, Yomi would seek you out during the workday. Maybe asking you to do tasks for him like gathering files or preparing his afternoon tea. Or he’d have you accompany him on a homicide case. He thinks he can make you swoon by showing off his sense of justice.

If you were a regular Kanai Ward citizen, he would be a bit more private about your relationship. Crime is rampant there and he knows that there are very few, if any at all, people that like him. Yomi doesn’t know what he would do if some disgusting criminals were to harm you because of himself. Yes, he does, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

If you were a detective, it’s just a big mess all around. He wants to see your corpse hanging above his mantle yet craves the feel of your lips crashing against his so bad. Purposefully goes out of his way to be a nuisance in cases you’re working on. Yomi is not above an alleyway make-out session before sending the peacekeepers after you.

Martina Electro

Martina is a bit easier to court, but she holds herself in high regard and expects the same from her partner. She won’t accept anything less than what she deserves.

Unless you are in a position of power higher than hers, Martina would take more of a leading role in figuring out this relationship. She plans dates out weeks in advance, she is a fan of high-end café’s, shopping, and museum dates.

One fact about Martina that everyone is aware of, she loves talking about her partner. She’ll talk about you when brought up, she’ll talk about you unprompted, she’ll talk about you even if no one is listening. Martina will constantly sing your praises.

If there’s something to know about you, Martina will know it. She knows how you like your food and drinks to be prepared, hobbies, how you prefer your bed to be made. It sounds obsessive, and it kind of is, but this is how she shows her love. Her love language is being involved with your life.

Martina isn’t one to be jealous, she’s pretty secure in her relationships. People know her status as a peacekeeper and won’t come near you anyways. However, that doesn't mean that she doesn’t get possessive. Keeping you near her and in her grasp really gets her going.

Speaking of getting her going, she’s very reactive to affection. If your attention is a drug, she’s addicted to it. Holding her in your arms, kissing her anywhere, will make her flush a deep red. At first, her kissing is very clinical, like she’s analyzing you rather than kissing. But with time, she gets more enthusiastic, more relaxed. She doesn’t mind PDA either if you’re the one dealing it.

Despite her devotion, and borderline obsession, Martina is still her own, headstrong woman. If you do something she doesn’t like, she will be sure to tell you. Unfortunately, she’s stubborn by nature. If it comes down to arguments, it’ll usually be her way or no way until she cools off and gets more level headed.

Maybe it’s the homunculus DNA, but she enjoys your smell. There’s no real rhyme or reason to it. The familiarity of your scent is just something she likes. Borrowing pieces of clothing or spending time wrapped in your blankets are just heavenly. In the comfort of her own home, Martina would love to hold you in her arms, her face buried in your neck or hair. Watch out though, she has a bit of a drooling problem.

Motorcycle dates with Martina! Bring a thick rain coat, or not, she can provide one. She’ll take you out driving around the outskirts of Kanai Ward. There’re not many places that are very scenic, but there are a few places where the two of you can be alone. Make sure to hold on tight because she loves showing off with all types of tricks.

Post game, when she’s working in accounting, Martina will want to have a long talk with you. She knows the way she acted while working under Yomi was awful, and she wants to be completely transparent with you. However, working in an office now gives her more time to spend with you. If you surprised her with lunch one day, she might just die from joy!

If you worked at Amaterasu Corporation, she would want you by her side at all times. Follow her around and help at crime scenes. If you were a common peacekeeper, Martina would have you added to her team. Being her personal assistant is a fun thought. Her cute, devoted assistant that does as she says. But, that’s a post for another time.

If you were a citizen of Kanai Ward, she would be a bit condescending. She’s the beautiful vice director of the peacekeepers and you’re probably some poor office worker. She would talk down to you both unintentionally and intentionally. Nevertheless, she does love you. Martina would absolutely spoil you with gifts and lavish dates.

If you were a detective, she’s going to have a lot of fun tormenting you. Not much makes her happier than a cute face twisting in despair. Unlike Yomi, Martina doesn’t want you dead. No, that would ruin the fun too quickly. She would love to personally crush any hope you had of being a detective in Kanai Ward. She’s aware that she’s attractive and would try to use her charisma into getting you to join Amaterasu.

#rain code x reader #yomi hellsmile x reader #martina electro x reader #yomi x reader #martina x reader #master detectives archives x reader #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #master detective archives #yomi hellsmile #martina electro #x reader #raincode x reader

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virusinfected-memes · 2 years

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COFFEE TALK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 OF ? ;

115 starters. CW: alcohol mention, sexual themes. Coffee Talk is a visual novel game developed by Toge Productions. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!

"Welco—Oh, it's you."

"Man, that's a bummer!"

"Don't worry, take your time."

"Heh, writer's block again?"

"What are you writing now?"

"I really need that triple shot espresso."

"Hmm, that aroma... Ahh... That's exactly what I need."

"It sounded so simple when I was making the plan."

"Uh, did I say something wrong?"

"Drown your troubles in coffee."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, it was such a stupid thing to do."

"Umm... Well... It was so bad that, well, after reading it... I decided to just delete everything immediately."

"You don't need to be so cynical about it."

"How about something chocolatey? It's perfect for this weather."

"I thought this place would be more crowded."

"I don't really have anywhere else to go."

"I'm a writer who works best at night and in a coffee shop."

"No matter how deep you go, there's always another layer of Hell."

"How do you usually deal with bad customers here?"

"I could go on forever complaining about her, but that won't help me."

"You should make a meme about her."

"It wouldn't be wise to talk about customers with other customers."

"They won't give us a chance at all?"

"I got into a fight with my old man. That's why I'm staying at _____'s now."

"You don't have to do this, you know?"

"I can't stand even one more second being a part of them."

"You don't know what they said about you last night!"

"So this it, then... The end of out relationship."

"Do you want to be hiding our relationship for the rest of eternity?"

"You're making this hard for both of us."

"Do you feel happy when you're with me?"

"I can't think about this clearly right now."

"I'm sorry you had to listen to our problems."

"This coffee shop has seen all kinds of stories. I do hope yours will have a happy ending."

"Do you have someone you love?"

"Out of all the people in the world, why did I fall for her?"

"You can't choose who you fall in love with."

"Anyway, I need to go now, and probably drink myself under until the sun rises."

"Hey, don't be rude! I'm being serious here!"

"What if I say you can't do that?"

"Seems like you're in high spirits this evening, _____."

"You still remember my favorite, right?"

"I'm not even sure whether that's a compliment or not..."

"You got balls, I can tell you that."

"How's the leap of faith going so far?"

"Wait... Is stealing time a crime?"

"You're making me feel worse by saying that."

"You should feel bad."

"Hey, what do you have against me tonight?!"

"This was the place, wasn't it? Where we first met..."

"They should have given you a promotion for your loyalty and long service."

"That only happens in porn."

"You don't have to feel ashamed if you like watching that kind of thing, you know..."

"I would prefer if you didn't start fantasizing."

"It's nice to see friendships that grow in unlikely circumstances."

"Please don't do jokes. You're really bad at it."

"Hey, _____, seems like there's a cat—OH MY GOD, SHE GOT IN WITH ME."

"You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"Seriously, you've never seen me on TV or social media?"

"Why does this coffee shop attract so many weird people?"

"Actually... I witnessed something scary on my shift today."

"This is the safest place around here."

"Hey, that endorsement comes with a discount, right?"

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"Unresolved problems are dangerous."

"As much as I hate to admit it... Conflict is always the best way to know someone. Even your own blood."

"You don't need to rush to a decision."

I could never imagine myself doing something so... Hmm, what's the word? Something as honorable... as that."

"Are you dealing with something I shouldn't ask about?"

"I'm not a criminal. In case that's what you had in mind."

"Isn't that false advertising?"

"Don't be naive. Truth is a matter of circumstance and perspective."

"Act like a civilized person... If you can."

"I imagine, even in a world where only one race exists, problems will still appear, anyway."

"Perhaps it's diversity that can teach us to look past the differences."

"The bottom line is, we'll always find a way to hate each other."

"Call me pretentious, but I think drinks have the power to connect people's hearts."

"I want our relationship to move forward. I want a family."

"Why do you have to care so much about what his or your family think?"

"I don't want to be held responsible if he regrets his decision one day."

"Abandoning one's family is NOT a solution!"

"What if marrying me is a mistake?"

"From what I can see, you're the problem here."

"That 'blood is thicker than water' mentality won't work here."

"Not every family is worth fighting for, you know."

"You can't have it all, _____. This is not a fairy tale."

"You didn't have to say it so harshly, you know."

"You never change, do you?"

"Dude, honesty is good and all, but... You know, try not to be a dick."

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"What did you want to talk about when you told me to meet you here?"

"Do you ever wonder what we'd be like if we hadn't met?"

"Earthlings really need to work on their communication."

"Are you urukhigh69?"

"If you're that desperate for a date, why don't you ask your friends or go to a club or something?"

"If she didn't reply, I'm a hundred percent sure she bailed. She's not coming."

"Life is never boring here."

"I always wanted to be a fiction writer, but... conjuring words is hard."

"Hahaha! Come on, you don't have to worry so much about everything."

"To be honest, I hated the idea of turning the game into a movie."

"They have the budget for the flashy visuals, but I doubt they'll do the series justice."

"You're not the first to say I'm weird."

"Usually people that play artsy games are gamers that got bored of the current state of video games."

"Whoa, that's a highly specific fun fact to know."

"My extended family is probably as big as Seattle's population."

"Ahhh, that smell... It brings back so many memories."

"You're being creepy, _____... Go back to your chair and keep your distance!"

"There's a creepy old man trying to flirt with us..."

"I apologize for earlier. I wasn't trying anything funny."

"I don't know how to talk to her anymore. Or even what to talk about."

"Give them time and space... but be there when they need you."

"Well, nothing's happened... Yet. I just feel it in my guts."

"Is it possible you're just being paranoid?"

"You'll drive her away if you keep on acting like this."

"Is it okay if I stay a bit longer, _____?"

#ask meme #inbox meme #roleplay meme #rp meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #coffee talk #* mine

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whiterexpper · 1 year

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Okay so I completely forgot to mention this, it was brought up in the doodle stream a couple days ago

But

Basically a police au?? Idk what to call it

But

Nevermore is the worlds largest renowned police station, best know for their breaks in crime busts

Deans run it, obviously. They own it actually as it was handed to them on a silver platter

Annabel’s father is the commissioner

High up there, Annabel is being trained to take over his position so she’s also a detective there. She strategically plans out the busts and best ways to take down any crime ring. As much as her father hates it, she deals in homicide cases most of the time

Prospero is her partner, helping her out when he can and since they’re both quite the observant type, they tend to get things done quickly. He and Annabel trust each other to their fullest (at least to him, that’s what he thinks…)

Ada is the newbie wannabe that no one knows how she got the job as detective because she had no clue what to do half the time, if not most. But some think that it’s because Morella convinced Annabel’s father to give her a chance but Morella was responsible for whatever Ada does. And Morella took that burden bc she likes Ada and sees potential.

Montresor was ..a criminal, but he persuaded someone, no one knows who, that he could turn a better leaf for the eyes of God (ew) and show them he’s a better person.

Will followed, he always follows him. But there’s something off about him, everyone treats Will better than Montresor but still pretty bad bc of how he acts..

That’s for their lil fucked up group

But..

They have competition, and no not from another Detective unit.

The misfits are a group of highly trained lil…well, misfits.

Criminals.

And they aren’t caught

It’s impossible to catch them

Because who else but Lenore snagging her family wealth every once in a while for a “business investment” to help the misfits out?

Yeah, lenore has no regrets

Lenore was born into a higher up and was supposed to be by her fathers side to help the Detective unit of Nevermore. Obviously ,,, she had other plans. When she lost her brother she lost complete interest and told her father she’d rather go into business, investing and profiting off of high end businesses.

Whenever she gets caught, she’s very VERY persuasive, and is let go. Because who else but a powerful daughter of a powerful man? Once Lenore’s father get wind of her getting in trouble it’s bad for both them both.

Duke is her right hand, and behind every lock and pick, Duke is the one who is able to get past any and all closed doors. From either dressing up as an employee or squeezing his way through tint cracks and dents, if you want in somewhere, Duke is there for you.

Pluto helps duke out but only to an extent of his knowledge. Pluto can gather any intel anywhere, maps to places, who’s working wheee, how long they worked there. He can get plans digital or on paper. Take your pick he’ll get it for you either way.

Eulalie is with Berenice, they go undercover at whatever places, mostly high end bars or restaurants. Doesn’t matter, they can get in and if they’re questioned, Lenore convinces said person that caught them that they just started..

And on their plans go.

Morella..used to be a part of it, but since she left Lenore has her tracks covered and had duke and Pluto erase any evidence she was apart of their group.

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maya-matlin · 7 months

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What are your thoughts on Anya and Jane? I'm bringing them up because they were in a whole bunch of episodes yet somehow I literally always forget they exist, which probably doesn't say much about how compelling I found their characters?! I remember loving Jane initially and then thinking the show had no idea what to do with her. And Anya just seemed like such a sheep with no personality or strong opinions of her own, but that seems somewhat intentional?!

That's interesting. I feel like Anya is very memorable, but I can see why she'd be less noticeable compared to other characters.

Anya is complicated. She was one of my top favorites for years. I loved watching her character develop. You're right that Anya was always a follower and allowed herself to be easily misled and sometimes went along with things she didn't actually want just because she didn't care enough to fight it. She was very aimless and seemed to desire romance over stability, even in cases where none of her romances stood a chance of being successful. Anyways, I'm feeling less positively about Anya because I'm struggling to get past the fact she lied about being on birth control when she slept with Sav, therefore raping him by deception? And the thing is, I don't think she ever fully understands that this behavior was wrong, and that she violated the person she claimed to love. All Anya knows is that she shared something special with Sav, and then he quickly broke off their relationship. Her passivity leads to a lot of lying and deceiving to get the outcome she wants. There was the fake pregnancy that she later used to renew her relationship with Sav before going on to lie about a miscarriage. Only to be upset with Sav for yet again lying to his parents about not dating in high school. All those two did was lie to each other. She later lies to an adult man about being a legal adult in order to pursue a romantic relationship. He doesn't get a ton of sympathy for me considering he later made plans to see her again the minute she turned eighteen, but had he been someone with morals that would have been a deal breaker and had some sort of effect on his future dating life. Then there was the Owen relationship. Even though Anya was in a vulnerable place and felt very down on herself, she willingly dated a guy who committed hate crimes against two of her good friends and who is extremely predatory towards any girl that gets too close - Anya included. She pointedly ignores gigantic red flags to get validation. But then, I also like her demeanor? As manipulative and immature as Anya can be, she has good moments and is clearly lost for most of her time on the show. She's not an entirely bad friend, but she also isn't above throwing away that loyalty when it suits her. I don't know. She has a lot of issues.

As for Jane, I agree. Jane bugs me at times because she comes across as very judgmental and is another "not like other girls" character. It almost felt like Jane had a different personality based on the season. I liked season 8 Jane the best. Season 9 Jane was pretty confusing. Suddenly, she was singing in Peter's band and sleeping with Declan. I didn't mind the rationale behind Jane's affair, but it wasn't given a lot of explanation or even much thought. Anyways, sorry. I wish I could give you a better answer about Jane.

#mayamatlinscello #Long post #rape tw

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proxylynn · 6 months

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Do you think Angel Dust really wants to change or is he just wanna stay away from Val?

[Oh! My chance to go off on sinners and lack of understanding sin, been waiting for this. Give me a quick moment to download my brain.

*insert jeopardy music*

Angel Dust aka Anthony Anthony was born on April 1st alongside his twin sister, Molly, and died in his 30s in 1947 of a drug overdose. Angel comes from an extended mob family, who are all "horrible people", and are mostly also all in Hell. They all appear as spider-based demons due to their "web of crime", with the majority of Angel's immediate family having drug-themed names (though I'm unsure of what drug Arackniss is tied to other than maybe crack). Angel was from New York when he was alive. Angel was of Italian heritage when he was alive. Angel got into sex work pretty early upon arriving in Hell, rejecting his family's mob dealings, something that Vivziepop plans to explore in the show.

Before I get sidetracked I'll answer you vaguely...Maybe. Because humans are complicated things and change is hard for us to do (see all of history for that example). But with his character growth so far, he's showing signs of positive change and that's happening so long as he's away from Val. Val is a drug, a poison, and the longer under Val he is the worse he is gonna get. So is Angel just using this to get away from Val? Yes, but he's getting the help he needs regardless of his intent originally just to have a free room, and now he is there because he WANTS to be there.

Now the hard part, does he want to change...That's iffy. Because he's used to living a certain way and dealing with things in his own way which is countered by change. I can't begin to imagine the life of a drug-toting mob family in New York following the era of prohibition, let alone being gay while doing so in a time where being gay would get you killed (we never learn). But! One thing I do know and understand is action/reasoning behind intent which is the fundamental flaw Heaven has when it comes to sin.

Stealing is a sin. But...Is it a sin to take if you have no other choice and it's to help others than just yourself? Is it still a sin when you have no choice and it's the only option you have? Situational sin is something I hope gets brought up in the show because it would further show the hypocrisy of good and evil. Is the man who killed another worthy of burning in Hell or should he have not shot the guy that broke into his home high off his ass swinging a machete? Context and situations matter. A woman who sells her body for money is a sinner to some yet maybe that's the only way she can support her family and survive, which is fucked up because not only is it sad but Jesus hung out with Mary Magdalene! A prostitute who is now canonized as a saint. How can one be okay but the other not?

Am I ranting? Probably. Am I saying Angel had a situation where context could be argued to help alleviate some of his sins? Maybe...some, not all. I mean, his mother and sister were a part of the "family" but they ended up in Heaven. Maybe their involvement wasn't so much as the men but still that doesn't mean they don't have dirty hands too. Intent matters too and that's where free will blurs that line. You can intend to get high and have a good time...what you didn't intend was for the drugs to be bad and you broke into someone's home in the middle of the night with a machete completely naked which got you shot before you overdosed. (this wild example shows how from Florida I am) But I'll cut myself off before this gets out of hand.

My point is, we as humans are flawed and change is fundamental to anything trying to grow/evolve in this world. The message of the show is that anyone can change their lives for the better, even when at their lowest point, so long as they try. And that's the honest truth. The irony of Hell preaching to be better people is not lost on me.]

#ask op #hazbin hotel #sorry if this was too much #hazbin hotel lore theory/headcanon

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companion-of-the-dragonmark · 2 years

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Outlawry and the Outcast Lands (HTTYD Books)

(I’m sorry in advance for any blurry map images, but I can only do so much. If you guys have clearer copies of this, please let me know.)

Hello everyone! Today I’ll write another article that I think you’ll find interesting. I know I haven’t written an article for the Books in, like, a very long time, but now I’ve got myself a topic to talk about.

As you know, Outlawry and Outcasts are among the main antagonists and themes in the Books. That being said, and in spite of it, there isn’t really a whole lot of info concerning this, aside from the few hints, theories, and mentions we get from it.

In the Books, Outlawry and Piracy kinda go hand-in-hand, though they’re not exactly the same thing.

In the Viking Age, there was a complicated yet integral system in Viking society called “Outlawry”. For minor crimes — stealing, injuring, insulting someone’s honor, perjury, non-violent treason (disobeying orders and the like), etc, or if the person exiled himself — they sentenced a person to “Lesser Outlawry”.

Lesser Outlaws had safe zones to live in for up to 3 years, and their family and friends could give them supplies and support if needed. His family could even join him if they so wished. However, if the person ever stepped out of these safe zones for whatever reason, it was fair game if somebody killed him, since he is technically an outlaw, and the killer was exempt from any punishment since the outlaw stepped out of the sanctioned safe zones.

“Greater Outlawry” was when a man or woman committed the following major crimes: assault, rape, manslaughter (accidental or intentional), the harming or killing of a chieftain or lord (or “violent treason”), breaking the terms of the lesser outlawry sentence, and other terrible crimes. If anyone committed these crimes, they were sentenced to “Greater Outlawry”, which was permanent, and could never be revoked once sentenced.

Of course, both in the real world and in this world, it’s natural and essential for outlaws to band together to increase their chances of survival. After all, life as an outlaw wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, as Hiccup hints at in Book 1, and mentions from time to time in later Books. In fact, such was the stress and isolation of becoming a permanent outlaw — becoming both socially and eventually physically executed — that there are many who commit suicide, unable to handle the drastic change to their circumstances.

To be an Outlaw was to, bluntly speaking, metaphorically become the participant of the Hunger Games — except that everyone was coming to kill YOU, gaining glory and honor for themselves, and notoriety for you if you won instead.

Because of this, it was common for Outlaws to band together in order to protect themselves. This is probably how the Outcast Tribe came to be after Thugheart failed in his rebellion to claim the Throne of the Wilderwest for himself, bringing with him whomever got banished with him. Perhaps even with their families, if any went at all. Over the years, they grew to become a deadly force, and unfortunately devolved into a nasty, ferocious, and somewhat primitive Viking band known for cannibalism, human sacrifices, and other bad deeds. Of course, upon Alvin’s coronation as the new High Chieftain of the Outcasts 5-15 years before the events of Book 1, he reformed the Outcasts into a bit more sophisticated force and a bit more with the times, but he couldn’t change all of their traditions.

This Tribe consists mostly of descendants of pro-Thugheart rebels who wish for the descendants of Thugheart to reclaim the Throne of the Wilderwest and rule the Tribes (even though the rest of the Archipelago view them as nothing more than a family of Outcasts and dishonorable men).

While the Outcasts of the Wilderwest are the main groups, they’re by far not the only ones out there. The Archipelago has many Outcast warbands, large and small, spread out throughout the many isles that make up the Barbaric Archipelago. That being said, the Wilderwest Outcasts are by far the most populous and dangerous outlaw bands out there due to their organization, history, resolve, and semi-legitimacy. Other outlaw bands are mostly just warbands led by a leader or warlord rather than a legitimate chieftain or ruler. If they do, it’s self-made and far from legitimate.

But Vikings of the Archipelago who wish to sail through these waters must take heed to the potential danger of running into any bands of wandering Outcasts. Some bands are on dragons, others on ships, and still others with a mix of both. The life of a Viking is fraught with danger.

However, this isn’t the only path to becoming an Outcast. Nor is it the only fate of one, either.

Regardless if you were Outlawed or not, if you have the misfortune and bad luck to run into the Uglithug Slave Ships, you may as well forget ever hoping for freedom again. To become a slave is the same as becoming an Outcast practically. Once they grab hold of you and gift you with the Slavemark, you can never hope to become a Free Viking ever again. (At least until the Dragonmarker Revolution led by Hiccup the Third brought it back into its original symbolic meaning.)

But if you ever got lucky enough to escape (though few ever do), you would still be treated as if you were an Outcast and probably killed on the spot, or, if you were lucky, become someone else’s slave.

If you got caught by any Roman ships, then you’d meet the same fate and you’d end up becoming a slave or a gladiator for their Games.

Vikings who got banished from their homes as Outcasts would either go to 2 places: The Mainland, where they would have to deal with dragons AND Uglithugs, and try to avoid becoming a slave or just outright killed on the spot — and woe unto them if they got banished during the winter seasons (though anytime was bad when you’re in the Archipelago); and the second is being sent by UG the Uglithug to the Island of Berserk, where they’re imprisoned in the infamous Forest Dungeon until the time comes for their monthly human sacrifices to the Dragon (until, at least, Hiccup came along and spoilt the fun like the party-pooper he is. XD)

However, there was a THIRD option — one that most people probably don’t know about.

Cannibal Isle. The island where starving to death and dealing with dragons was the LEAST of your worries.

This place was never mentioned in the Books, but you can find this in some maps in Book 1: How To Train Your Dragon and in the Complete Book of Dragons. That being said, it is mentioned in the Books about Vikings being banished having to face dangers such as being beset by cannibals. Book 1 is the most we get about it, but it is interesting to note that he says this. As he says this in lieu of talking about being banished to the Mainland, it might be that Cannibal Isle isn’t the only place where cannibals reside. That being said, we can’t be sure of such things, since Cowell never mentions the place nor about the banishment since it never happens after the Berkian and Meathead Youths’ victory over the Green Death.

I just happened to have seen this on the maps of Book 1 and the Book of Dragons and was very interested and started to wonder if this wasn’t a connection of some sort. If he mentions cannibals, then the other destination they might’ve been sent to other than the Mainland (which, to be honest, is a FAR DISTANCE from Berk) could’ve been Cannibal Isle.

Cannibal Isle might possibly be home to Outcasts who’ve been banished from society and driven to this island, which doesn’t have much in the way of food, and are lucky to get by on plants and fish and whatever they manage to scrounge up. But eventually the hunger drove them mad and caused them to look to man-flesh to sustain their needs. Thus, the island became known as “Cannibal Isle”, and would often be a place to send permanent outlaws to other than the Mainland.

Another area I thought would be an interesting hotspot for pirates, raiders, and outcasts was in the Mazy Multitudes. Only the bravest would enter these waters and make them their base of operations. Other than the weather, the Sharkworms, and the like, they’d also have to contend with the Romans who’ve made their stronghold there on one of the islands.

However, the Mazy Multitudes also make for a great base since not many Vikings would be crazy enough to risk entering the Mazy Multitudes to deal with any Outcasts or Raiders who’ve made themselves at home here, especially since the Romans have made their base here for hundreds of years.

Not only that, but it’s pretty close to several islands, such as Glum, Peaceable Country, Meatheads, Berk, Waterlands, Mystery, Swallow, and others. And much traffic enters near or into these waters, making it a lovely hotspot. Or one of them, at any point. It’s similar to the modern-day water trade routes in Indonesia.

All-in-all, it’s not a bad spot to hang out at -- though, admittedly, there are perhaps more safer areas to establish your base at.

Conclusion:

So there are many paths and many ways that one ends up becoming an Outcast of Viking society when concerning the lore of the Books. And we’ve learned that becoming an Outcast... is not fun’n’games. At all. It’s literally like Hunger Games, but with worse odds and even less support unless you luckily end up in one of the many Outcast bands or form one yourself.

What happens to Outcasts can vary: from going to the Mainland, to becoming a slave, to dying at the hands of Cannibals or some Dragon, to succumbing to the natural and unnatural elements, to getting killed by dragons... the possibilities are ENDLESS.

In fact, there should’ve been a book called “You Wouldn’t Want to be An Outcast in the Barbaric Archipelago”. lol XD (I might actually do a fanfic on this. Who knows?)

I hope you guys had fun reading this and learned a lot. It was definitely fun for me, and I enjoyed thinking up theories concerning Cannibal Isle and the Mazy Multitudes for this article.

Thank you guys for reading! Please reblog to share with others, and I hope to see you in the next article.

Long Live the Wilderwest!

— Companion of the Dragonmark

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The Stretch (2000)

So pleased I managed to dig this one up!

Turns out all three hours are on YouTube! Don't mind me, I'm just humming Cornershop as we wait for Richard Asher (yes different spelling to the song, I know).

"Let me do the worrying for you! That's what you pay me for..." He's a high-flying-wheeler-dealing naughty tax-dodging accountant >:3

Baby. *Pinches his cheeks* Looooook at those sideburns :3

Richard and Lawrence are Terry's accountant and solicitor. Terry's been jailed for life for murder. His wife Samantha, who stood by his alibi and everybody believes lied for him, is faced with the fact he's currently too broke to appeal.

She and Terry split up 18 months ago (per Richard). 15 months ago (per Samantha). Richard is indifferent to such details.

Samantha: "So what you're trying to tell me is if Terry drops his balls I'm out on the street."

It's ok! Terry's arranged for a consignment of cannabis resin to be brought into the country :)

Also in a 'currency deal' in Spain :))

He's signed all his business deals legitimate and....otherwise .. over to Samantha :)))

A man who is not taking the piss and would just like the hysterical lady to sign some forms pls.

Sam: "You're as bad as he is!! .....both of ya!" (wouldn't want to leave Lawrence out)

Oh, Alistair Petrie is here being menacing! i.e. beating up his wife, Sam's daughter >:( BAD.

So ginger!

And bb Graham McTavish!!! The trustworthy and loyal tough guy and driver. VERY GOOD!

Sam gives in and goes back to the lads Richard and Lawrence when her mother-in-law's on the verge of being kicked out of the private care home she's in.

Richard says nothing but we keep seeing his hand fiddling round his face. Coke fiend? Or oral fixation?

Much drama in the meantime, but I clowned myself saying 'I'll go back to work when we get another Richard scene'. Nearly an hour on and we're still waiting...

Here we go! End of the first half. Of course loyal associates are invited to Terry's getting-out-of-jail-because-someone-else-admitted-to-the-crime party!

He's taller than everyone else at the party by a mile :')

Episode 2...

Joplin's voice is in the 'previously on' but I'm holding out for another scene or two :')

Besides, this is genuinely pretty good. Slower and more thoughtfully written than TV tends to be allowed to be these days.

Aaaaand it all comes out. Sam learns about Terry getting with widow of the dead man pregnant. She learns about all the people who've been paid off, and that Richard Asher, like everyone else, knows everything, and he's the one who's been paying people off for Terry.

Sorry the image quality is abysmal :')

Things keep going tits up, but Terry's convinced he can get them out of their financial problems with One Last Deal. He just needs some money to buy the heroin first.

Oh dear me no, solicitors and chartered accountants draw the line at heroin deals!

Terry rightly notes that the rest of the money they've handled for him hasn't exactly been squeaky clean.

We are not thrilled at having this pointed out.

Terry: "The chance for one last...HOO-RAH."

And in the end they probably just end up somewhat out of pocket, but this is the last we see of them.

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Rating

Dead? Nope!

Evil? Go to jail for your crimes against the tax man you horrible little inside trader :3

Affects the plot? Technically, yes, but not in a way with any actual agency/character acting with their own motivations

So this is a genuinely fun thriller! The lead actors are Leslie Grantham aka Dirty Den from EastEnders (that's a wild Wikipedia page, let me tell you. Life sentence for murder. Inspired into acting by T. Dan Smith while they were in prison together. EastEnders. Attempted suicide three times after a sex scandal) and his on-screen wife from EastEnders, Anita Dobson. Who is actually married to Brian May. Yeah, that Brian May, who does the soundtrack to this film. Which is, for the most part, pretty cool - though now and again I had a Pavlovian response to the screaming guitars and started looking for Clancy Brown in leathers or a pouting Christopher Lambert. I will say though the eagle screech that happens when the camera focuses on Terry remains unjustifiable, Brian May or not.

Uhh where was I

Oh yeah, rating. Idk, like...2/5? Joplin's not in it much, but he's very cute when he is there. And I genuinely enjoyed watching the rest of the show. The ending is so nearly perfect (I think the final shot through a scope was unnecessary).

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #the stretch #the stretch 2000 #alistair petrie #graham mctavish

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pebblysand · 2 years

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on pierre palmade

omg okay, this is going to be my one and only post about this but this rant has been brewing inside of me for a week now and i just can't hold it in anymore. i would post this on twitter but twitter is awful so here. you. go. also context for anyone wondering.

1/ yes, drugs are bad. congratulations on your moral high ground. if you've never drank too much, taken sleeping pills, anti-depressants, had anxiety medication, etc. and engaged in dangerous behaviour (to yourself or to others) as a result of bad dosage, con.gra.fucking.la.tions. you lead a pure life. you deserve a medal. otherwise, in the words of lily allen: "you've got a prescription and that makes it legal? i find the excuses overwhelmingly feeble."

this is someone who has openly struggled their whole life with mental health, and cocaine addiction. yes, he was high. yes, this is bad. yes, he rammed his car into someone else's and ruined the lives of a lot of people, including his own. yes, he is to blame for the accident. no, that does not give you the right to stand there on your pedestal and throw stones at the peasants, demanding "consequences" and a public hanging on top. the consequences are there. a child died. everyone's life is ruined. i hope we can show a little human decency and empathy in the face of this tragedy.

2/ yes, the two people who ran away were dickheads. yes, they also got scared. when you've just been in that kind of accident, you don't act rationally. it is so. fucking. easy. for you to sit there on your sofa and say what you would have done. again, congratulations on your moral high ground. yes, they deserve to be punished for not calling an ambulance, but no they don't deserve to get lynched by your popular jury of fucking idiots. again, please learn empathy.

3/ the "involuntary homicide" qualification makes no legal sense. i don't care that it feels right to you. the law isn't here to cater to your fucking feelings. an unborn child is not a person under french law for the purposes of this and thus this will not hold. idk what the parquet (prosecution) is doing. i wish them the best of luck in this stupid endeavour.

4/ no, for the love. of. god. he shouldn't have gone into détention provisoire. pre-trial detention is an exceptional measure. it is not the rule. it is meant to prevent the re-occurence of crime or to cope with flight risk. this man is currently laying half-dead in a hospital bed and is not. a. flight. risk. there is also little chance he will wake up tomorrow, get high, get into his car, and purposefully ram it into another one again. this is a tragedy, not a flowerpot used to grow the seeds of your personal desire for revenge. if you think he should be in pre-trial detention for a car accident under the influence you are fucking insane.

and, before you come into my mentions saying something like "well, if his name was 'mohammed' he would be", please keep in mind that this is the Problem not the solution. of course, the justice system is biased against people of colour. of course, he is a privileged white, cis-man who is a celebrity and the fact that he wasn't placed in jail (and has actually never been to jail despite being arrested half a dozen times in his life on drug charges) when french poc-s are jailed for way less than this is evidence of this bias. but putting more people in jail is not the solution. we should be working on preventing poc-s from being wrongly imprisoned, not wrongly imprisoning famous white people. this makes no sense and you are deranged.

that's it, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#pierre palmade #law stuff

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callmeshakespurr · 3 years

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Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

#suicide squad #rick flag #y/n #rick flag x male reader #male reader

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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Pair of Aces -H.D. [18+]

Warnings: Language, I made Harvey too hot for words, NSFW smut, drinking, smoking, car sex, self sex, oral sex, sex sex, Harvey is a gift giver, I don’t make the rules, fluff, raunchy jokes and humor, sexy drink names

Paring: Harvey Dent x Reader

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Word Count: 5.6K

A/N: This is the official/unofficial part two to Baby Doll. You can find it in the link above! After writing the first one, I had so many ideas that I wanted to do so I made another and here we are folks. 5.6k words of complete self indulgence. Blame Elle, (who also made this fabulous banner for me, love you!)

Harvey had his arm draped over your shoulders, keeping you within reach. Sure, this was supposed to be a friendly poker game but that didn't mean he trusted these fuckers with being within ten feet of you.

It really didn't help that you dressed the way you did. The short leather skirt alone was enough to kill him. But when he saw the white sleeveless crop top with a golden chain laced across exposing your breasts, he swore his heart stopped.

Pressed close to Harvey's side, you shivered feeling the chain brush against your skin. You could feel several pairs of eyes trail over your body, only making Harvey tighten his hold on you.

The game was supposed to be between Harvey, Roman Sionis, and Oswald Cobblepott. Once a month, the three men put aside their differences for a couple of games of poker. No business was allowed, except potential info against a common enemy usually centered around a particular bat-obsessed freak.

The door at the end of the hall had several men standing guard, looking down at you and Harvey.

“There was nothing about bringing a guest,” one said.

“Didn’t want to leave her all alone, thought she could learn something tonight,” Harvey explained, tightening his grip on your waist. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, daring the guards to try and pry you away from him.

The larger one huffed and crossed his arms, a grin on his face. “We’ll have to pat you down before letting you in.”

Releasing his hold on you, Harvey stepped forward with his hands up as the guard patted down his chest and legs to make sure he isn’t hiding anything suspicious. Finding the gun in his coat, the guard gave Harvey a look before he raised a brow.

“Gotta protect my girl somehow,” he said, looking at him. “You never know the kind of creeps are out there.”

The guard shrugged and let him pass, putting a hand out to stop you from following him.

“Hey! You did your inspection, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The guard’s grin got wider, his eyes hiding something malicious in them. “I said I had to pat you down, both of you.”

“That’s a load of fucking bullshit,” he growled, stepping back to protect you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed his cheek.

“Relax baby, I’ll be alright,” you assured, stepping back and putting your hands in the air. You felt the guard’s hands start on your waist and make their way up your torso, moving to grab your breasts. Before he could, you lifted your foot and slammed the heel of your stiletto into his foot.

“Don’t you fucking think about it,” you frowned, listening to the guard hiss at the pain before finishing up and letting you through.

Harvey chuckled, watching you handle yourself before grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest. Placing a kiss on your lips, he opened the door and led you in.

The room was filled with smoke from cigars and cigarettes galore, and there was a bad smell in the air that reminded you of the gym locker rooms. It smelled of sweat, meat, and something else you didn’t want to linger on.

Harvey’s eyes raked the room, eyeing Roman and Oswald already sitting in their chairs having what seemed to be a friendly chat. Walking further into the room, Harvey pulled out his chair and sat.

“Sorry it took so long boys, had some personal matters to attend to,” he said, unbuttoning his coat and pulling out a cigarette. He looked at you, an expectant look on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you leaned over his body the leather skirt riding up your ass. Reaching into his coat, you pulled out the lighter and lit the cig in his mouth. He knew you hated it when he smoked, but he couldn’t deny how unbelievably hot it was to watch you light them for him.

Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke, his eyes not leaving you. “Thanks, baby doll,” he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. Glancing to the side, he didn’t miss the looks Roman and Oswald were giving you. Wanting to prove that you were untouchable, he reached forward toying with the golden chain of your top.

“Why don’t you go get daddy a drink?” he asked, brushing the skin of your breasts with his finger ever so lightly.

“Yes sir, Mr. Dent.” you winked, standing straight. As you turned to pour him a drink, Harvey grinned and slapped your ass, earning a light squeal from you.

Roman’s eyes narrowed in on the sway of your ass as you walked, what he wouldn’t give for an hour alone with you. Leaning on the arm of his chair, his gaze raked over your body lingering on your exposed breasts. He swore Dent brought you along just to brag, not that he would complain. The sweet image of you bent over the arm of the chair was enough to satiate his wants for the time being.

Harvey narrowed his eyes, “Something on your mind Sionis?”

You walked back over, Harvey’s scotch in your hand not ignoring the looks all the men in the room were giving you. Taking a sip of it yourself, you handed it to him, your lipstick staining the glass.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing with an ugly bastard like Harv?” Roman asked, a grin forming on his face.

“More than you could ever imagine,” Harvey responded, glaring him down.

Roman leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes watching you intently. Snapping his fingers to get your attention, he grinned. “How about a Kinky Blow Job, princess.”

Harvey looked as if he was about to explode, gripping the arms of the chair he was in. Roman caught his gaze, not missing your flustered state at his bold request. “I mean the drink, Dent. Your girl should know how to do a Kinky Blow Job right? Or were those personal matters over a Juicy Pussy?”

Not wanting to be rude, you walked over and made the drink Roman requested. If you weren’t so well versed in various drink names this would have been a very awkward position. Mixing the pink drink, you put a straw in it before making your way over to Roman.

His gaze alone was enough to give you shivers, Roman watched your movements like he was waiting for the right time to strike and make you his meal.

“Here you go, Mr. Sionis.”

Roman reached for the drink, his cold hand brushing yours ever so slightly sending shivers down your spine. “What’s the matter, princess, too cold? I know a way or two to warm my fingers up.” he winked.

Pulling your hand back, you could feel Harvey burning holes into Roman’s chest as he continued to openly flirt with you not bothering to turn his gaze away from your exposed chest.

“Will that be all, Mr. Sionis?” you asked, clasping your hands behind your back.

Deciding he had enough fun, he waved you away before looking at Harvey. “Such a polite little thing, how long did it take you to train her?” he asked, sipping his drink.

The second you were close enough, Harvey grabbed your waist and pulled you down to rest on his knee. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he threatened, placing a kiss to the back of your throat. Your hand came to rest on his knee, squeezing gently as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder enough to leave a mark.

“It’s a joke, Dent.” Roman chuckled, “Lighten up some,”

You felt his hand wrap around your middle, securing you against his chest resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Both of ya, shut the ‘ell up and play the fuckin’ game!” Oswald snapped, dueling out the cards. “Buch o’ bloody wankers.”

Picking up the cards dealt to him, Harvey kept you close. There was no way in hell he was letting anyone, especially Roman get their grubby hands on you. Looking at his cards, he reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of bills.

“Put half of that on the table for me baby doll,” he said, eyeing you as your body arched over to toss half the wad on the table. Handing it back to him, he took the bills, grinning as he stuffed them into your top. “Why don’t you keep that safe for me?”

“Yes, sir Mr. Dent.” you breathed, feeling his fingers lightly brush against your nipples through the top.

Content with your reaction, Harvey leaned back in his seat as you turned and draped your legs across his lap. Placing his hand on your knees, he pulled you close. Watching his hand, he glanced at the other two before setting his cards down.

“What’s with that look Dent, confident or scared you’ll lose?” Roman called, glancing up from his cards.

“What, worried you’ll lose to me?”

“I thought you liked to leave things to chance or was that all an act?”

Harvey didn’t like the fact Roman was trying to goad him into betting more money. Looking at his cards again, he still had a high chance to win. Turning to look at you, Harvey slid a finger into your top and pulled it back enough to pull out the bills and toss them onto the table.

You weren’t happy he fell for Roman’s obvious ploy at trying to rile him up. These poker games were meant to be simple fun between crime lords, but you knew how dangerous they could be. One second they were betting money, and the second someone’s ego got fluffed they gambled away their firstborn child.

Hours passed, and you watched as they played through three games already and dealt out the fourth and final round. Each man won a round each, and this one was to take home the cake to prove who was the best poker player. Roman had a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you didn’t like the results that could come of that.

Oswald was oddly the most generous of the three, offering you free champagne and even a platter of sandwiches that were prepared just for you.

Harvey however, refused to let you off his lap. He worried the second he let go, you would disappear. It said a lot when he didn’t trust his own men with you, but he trusted Roman and Oswald’s men even less.

“Final round boys, ‘ow ‘bout we up the stakes?” Oswald asked, tossing the final few cards.

Roman grinned, his teeth a shocking white against the dark of the room. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with his handwriting scrawled across it. “One free night with any girl of your choosing from my club.” Tossing the paper onto the table, his gaze turned to Oswald.

“Up that, you old bird.”

“Shut up!” Oswald thought long and hard, he didn’t have anything like that to bet. He didn’t dabble in sex clubs or prostitutes. He had more class than that, but he did have something a lot of people sought after.

Pulling a piece of paper out, he wrote his offer illegible from your distance. True to form, Oswald Cobblepott had chicken scratch handwriting.

“One free night, in the private secluded box in the Iceberg Lounge. Enough for you and two guests.”

Nodding appreciatively, Roman smiled and turned his gaze to you and Harvey. His smile didn’t waver one bit, as if he knew what was about to happen next. “What are you going to bet, Dent? It seems money isn’t an option, fuck knows we have plenty of it.”

“He could bet tha’ little ‘ore of ‘is?”

Harvey’s grip tightened on your waist, holding you protectively against him.

“What’s the matter Dent, I thought you were confident in your card skills?” Roman grinned, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

“No.” he growled. “She isn’t for sale.”

“Oh come on Dent, why don’ you let the coin decide?” Oswald chuckled, knowing full well what Harvey would do.

You watched as he reached into his pocket, toying with his coin between his fingers.

“Harvey, you can’t be serious?” you asked, muttering into his ear. “I thought you said I wasn’t for sale, remember?”

“Relax doll,” he said, turning his gaze to you. Harvey knew it was reckless, but he couldn’t refuse what the coin decides. “Have a little faith in me,”

You watched with wide eyes as he set the standard. Heads, it was a no. Tails, you were to be placed on the betting table. The deal was one night, equal to that of the others and you had more than monetary value to Harvey. Or so you hoped.

Flipping the coin, you held your breath watching as he caught it and flipped it onto the back of his hand to reveal the damaged side of his double-sided coin.

Your voice died in your throat, looking at him with a concerned look.

“You fucking asshole,” you snapped getting off his lap to stand behind him. There was no way you could watch this hand play out, not when your virtue was on the line.

“Now that the bets have been placed, let’s play some cards, boys.” Roman grinned and began the round, his eyes not leaving your figure once.

The next twenty minutes were some of the most agonizing twenty minutes of your life. You watched in worry as Harvey played the game. His hand was pretty good, but did that mean it was better than the others? At some point, you had to stop watching, the anxiety making it too much to bear knowing your fate rested in the cards. Biting your nail, you watched as they finally folded and waited for the results.

Oswald flipped his card, showing that he had a full house. Not bad, but there were higher hands to play that could win.

Roman chuckled, flipping his cards over to reveal a four of a kind all in diamonds. That was a pretty damn good hand, if Harvey didn’t have a better hand it seemed you would be going home with Roman Sionis spending your night filled with Kinky Blow Jobs and Juicy Pussies. You couldn’t deny the man oozed sex appeal, but you wanted it on your terms and not from a fucking poker game.

Clenching your fists, you watched as Harvey tsked and turned his cards to reveal a straight flush. “Sorry boys, but Y/N is going home with me tonight.”

You watched Roman clench his jaw, irritated at the fact he lost a night with you all to himself. Getting from his seat, he put a hand in his pocket and adjusted his cigar. “Well played Dent, next time maybe you won’t be so lucky.”

Both Oswald and Harvey got to their feet and shook hands. “Good game gentlemen, same time next month?”

Harvey put all of his stuff into a bag before walking over to you. He didn’t miss the glare you were giving him, nor did he miss the way Roman sauntered up to you taking your hand and pulling you closer.

“Such a shame to miss out on a night with you, princess. Maybe Dent will bring you along again next time and we’ll see what happens then.” He pulled your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss to your smooth skin.

Giving him a hard glare, you bit your cheek. “You may be nice on the eyes Mr. Sionis, but you might want to remember you can’t buy the best things in life.” you snapped, pulling your hand away. “And I don’t come cheap.”

Harvey bit his lip to hide his chuckle at the sight of Roman’s face. Walking over he wrapped an arm around your waist, planting a hand firmly on your ass. He knew you were pissed at him, it seemed he had a lot to make up for.

“Later boys,” he called walking out with you on his side. As a silent promise, his large hand gripped your ass roughly while you walked, the skirt riding up to expose the underside of your cheek and black thong.

“That fucker,” Roman growled, walking out himself.

***

Harvey led you back to the car, where your driver and security detail waited.

“You have a lot of groveling ahead of you Dent if you even think about sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

Leaning to press soft kisses to your throat, Harvey wrapped both arms around you as he kissed your collar. “How about I start right now,” he muttered against your skin. “I know how much you love being fucked in the backseat.”

Gripping his hair, you tipped your head back breathing heavily from his onslaught of kisses and public display. His hands wandered lower, toying with the bottom of your skirt as he pressed you against the car door.

“You’re lucky you’re hot.”

Harvey grinned against your skin, before looking at the driver. “You go ahead with security, I have some business to attend to.” he grabbed the keys and unlocked the door, pulling away long enough to watch you slide in and spread your legs for him to see your dripping cunt on full display to him and anyone else around. Sucking in a harsh breath, he dove in after you and shut the door, locking it behind him.

His lips were on yours in an instant, hips prying your legs further apart, the skirt bunched up to give him access. Harvey mumbled soft apologies against your skin as he left open-mouthed kisses across your collar. His hands danced across your thighs, as they made their way up to your pussy.

Letting out a sigh, you arched your back feeling him swipe through your folds moaning at the sudden contact. His fingers entered into you, quickly stretching your hole to accommodate his cock to impatient to take his time with you.

Gripping the leather of the seat, you moaned his name. “Harvey! Please!”

Hearing your cries, his hand continued to thrust in and out of your pussy before pulling back and undoing his belt. Quick to pull out his cock, he fisted it several times watching you writhe and drip onto the leather beneath you.

“Hold on baby doll,” he promised. “I’ll take care of you.” Gripping your hips, Harvey pushed your thong to the side and thrusted into you, bottoming out in two strokes.

Your body spasmed, trying to take in all you were feeling. Sinful moans left your lips feeling him stretch you perfectly as he picked up the pace. All you could hear over your ragged breath was Harvey’s hushed apologies as his hips rutted into yours followed by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

You could feel the car rock back and forth from the force of his thrusts, Harvey desperate to make you cum. Reaching down, his thumb played with your clit making you tip your head back and kick against the door.

“Oh fuck, Harvey!” you cried, gripping the back of his shirt. “I-I’m so close, baby. So close.”

Hearing you gasp for air, Harvey thrusted harder into you knocking the air back out of your lungs watching as silent moans left your perfect lips. Your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Harvey driving into you.

Swearing as your walls clench around him, Harvey moaned your name, continuing his pace. “You look so perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect as your pretty pussy takes my cock.”

Feeling the build-up, your thighs tensed around his waist while you clawed at his shirt.

“Fuck! Harvey, I’m gonna--” your words were cut off by a loud moan as you came on his cock, feeling it drip down your exposed ass.

Thrusting into you twice more, Harvey buried his cock inside you as he came, marking you as his as your mixed juices pooled beneath you. The smell of sex filled the car, as he continued to place kisses all over your body.

Panting heavily, you pulled his head up to kiss him. “Oh fuck…” you muttered, resting back against the car seats. Harvey looked down at you, pressing kisses to your cheek.

“Let me take you home doll, really make it up to you.”

Barely hearing his words, you nodded and closed your eyes. Feeling him pull out of you, you whined at the loss of contact before feeling his lips on your neck. Letting out a hiss, you tilted your head to the side feeling him suck the skin between his teeth really marking you as his this time.

Tucking himself back into his pants, Harvey climbed into the front seat and started the car before driving off. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw you splayed across the back seat recovering from the orgasm he just gave you. He saw your lipstick smeared across his lips, chuckling at the thought of how fucked out he must look.

You could still feel the ache Harvey left between your legs, begging to be used again. Reaching down, you slipped two fingers into your pussy trying to convince yourself that it was Harvey. The ache resided some, but it wasn't enough.

“Harvey…” you whined, bucking your hips into your hand. “Please!”

Glancing at you in the mirror, Harvey swallowed hard as he watched your toy with yourself while begging for him. “I’m going doll, wait until we get home.” his voice strained, trying to keep himself from driving into traffic.

Sliding a hand up, you gripped your own breast and played with your nipple through the top, continuing to finger yourself. “I want to feel you, baby, please! It’s too much!”

Going faster than the speed limit, Harvey palmed his growing bulge as he listened to the squelching of your fingers pumping your mixed juices back into you. With every whine and moan, his pants got tighter until it was so painful he couldn’t focus.

Pulling into the garage, he all but jumped out of the car before walking over to the door and pulling it open to see you fucking yourself until you came. Loud moans left your lips, echoing across the garage as Harvey watched you pull your fingers out and lick them clean.

“Holy fucking shit doll,” he muttered, pulling you out of the car. Kicking the door shut, he helped you balance on your feet before leading you up to the bedroom, his hands not leaving your body once.

“When we get there, I’ll make it all up to you,” he promised, muttering against your shoulder. “I’ll worship every inch of you, give you a special gift and everything.” His hands roamed your body, reveling in the way you shivered under his touch. He’ll make you forget all about his stupid bet, and make you feel so good you won’t want to leave the bed.

Leaning into his touch, you walked with him as he opened the door. “You still have a lot of apologizing left to do, better get started.”

Harvey hummed into your shoulder, leading you towards the bedroom of your lavish apartment. Entering the room, he led you to the mirror and held you against his chest. You watched his hands as they traveled up your body before grabbing your breasts through your top and giving them a tight squeeze.

“You’ve been teasing me all night with this fucking top,” he grumbled, listening to your airy breaths as he played with your breasts. “Who the fuck thought it was legal to sell you this shirt?”

“The sales per-person,” you gasped, leaning into his touch. Feeling him pinch your nipples, you hissed pressing your ass into his crotch.

Keeping a hand on your breasts, the other slid down your body sending little bolts of electricity everywhere he touched you. “And this fucking skirt, so fucking tight around your little ass everyone was looking at what belongs to me.”

His lips trailed from your shoulder up to your cheek, not taking his eyes from your flustered form. You could see his eyes burning into yours as you turned your face to meet his lips in a passionate kiss.

You felt his hands slide the skirt off of you, the leather pooling at your feet. Trailing over the soft skin of your stomach, he pulled at the top trying to get it off you. You could tell Harvey was getting impatient, so you pulled away from the kiss and guided his hands into taking it off your body.

Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your black thong and heels, you couldn’t help but admire Harvey’s hands as they traced over every inch of you he could reach. Slowly, you stepped out of your heels as Harvey’s fingers dipped into the straps and began to pull the thong down your hips.

Kneeling as he pulled it down, Harvey nipped lightly at your ass causing you to jump in surprise letting out a little squeal. Chuckling at your surprise, Harvey got back on his feet turning you to look at him.

“How about a present for the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen?” he asked, holding you against him.

Biting your lip, you gave him a nod as he led you over to the bed and made you sit.

“Stay put,” then he walked off and disappeared to get whatever it was he was going to give you.

It took a few minutes for him to come back, holding three boxes all wrapped in deep red bows. What could Harvey have gotten you this time? The last time he decided to give you something, it was the deed to a whole island that he named after you.

No one got to see this side of Harvey Dent, the side that truly loved you and strived to prove it with extravagant gifts, expensive trips, and more.

Giving him a playful look, You watched as he knelt before you and placed the boxes at your feet. Pressing a kiss to your knee, he handed you the first box. “Go ahead, open it.”

Taking the package from his hands, you lifted the top off and pushed back the tissue paper. Pulling the item out, you saw that it was a black and white lace lingerie set, complete with garter belts. Holding it up, you looked at Harvey to see his delight in you liking the first gift.

“Oh Harvey, it’s beautiful.” you praised holding it against the expanse of your body.

“I’d say try it on, but why don’t we save it for another night?” he chuckled, watching you move the box to the side only for him to place another on your lap.

Giving him a look, you could tell this one was heavier than the last and that probably meant it cost more. Pulling off the lid and unwrapping it, you saw that it was a beautiful necklace with several strands of pearls strung across.

You gasped, holding it up and looking at him. “Harvey, what did I say about expensive gifts?”

“That cost nowhere as much as the island.” he smiled. “I thought I could get some pearls for my favorite girl.” Leaning up, he took it from you and clasped it around your neck watching as they cascaded down your chest and over your breasts.

“Perfect,” he muttered, kissing your cheek.

Turning your head to meet his lips, you pulled him into a kiss running your fingers through his hair. The cold pearls sent shivers across your body as Harvey pressed himself against you. “Baby doll-- fuck.” he chuckled, feeling your hands trail over his chest trying to unbutton his shirt. “I still have one more present for you,”

“That can wait until you’re done apologizing,” you grinned, sliding his shirt off his shoulders.

Harvey gripped your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed as he crawled over you. “I was hoping you’d use it as an apology,” he groaned against your lips as you continued to undress him.

Your fingers danced along the waist of his pants as you unbuttoned them, sliding them down his legs. Raking your nails over his exposed skin, you helped him out of his pants and boxers moaning as you felt his mouth kiss everywhere he could reach.

Moving down your body, he kissed every inch until he got to your hips. Nuzzling your skin, he bit into you leaving teeth marks on your hip. Harvey loved to see you all marked up, further proving that you belonged to him and no one else.

Making his way further down, he propped your thighs over his shoulders and sucked on the supple skin enjoying the taste of your mixed juices and sweat. Leaving a trail of bruises up your thigh, Harvey licked between your folds holding your hips down as you cried out.

“Oh, Harvey!” Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to lick you clean. Your hips continued to move against his face, as he brushed your clit with his nose.

Harvey’s tongue sent jolts all through your body, overwhelmed by the feeling of his ministrations through your folds. Your toes curled, feeling him enter a finger into you slowly pumping it in and out of you.

Moaning against your cunt, Harvey added a second finger pumping them in and out of you at a sensual pace wanting you to feel every bit of it.

“Please!” you gasped, pulling at his hair. “Please don’t stop,”

Hearing you beg made him chuckle, the vibrations against your clit sending you closer and closer to the edge. Between his warm tongue and cool fingers, Harvey had you dangling over the cliff as if he was daring you to let go.

You let out a scream feeling him brush the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers, massaging it until your throat was raw from your screaming. Glancing up at you, Harvey grinned seeing you so lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck!” you tugged on his hair harshly, earning a soft moan from his lips sending more little shocks into you as he laid claim to your pussy. “Harvey! Baby-- oh! Don’t stop!” you pleaded, digging your heels into his back.

Curing his fingers again, he felt your walls spasm around him as you came coating his hand and face in your juices. Your voice echoed around the room from crying out his name, relaxing back into the bed.

Harvey’s face was still buried between your thighs, refusing to quit.

“Come on doll, cum on my face again.” he groaned, peeking up at you. You looked to see your cum smeared across his lips and chin, continuing to finger you trying to coax your body into another orgasm.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, getting back to it. You couldn’t hear much over the ringing in your ears, but you swore you heard the words ‘favorite meal’ leave his lips as he licked you clean.

“H-Harv-- oh fuck! I-I can’t..” you whined, feeling yourself being brought up again.

“You can do it, I know you can baby doll.” he muttered against your body, “Give me another, and I’ll fuck you properly until you beg me to stop.”

His words made your head swim, the thought of his cock buried within you while feeling like this was enough to make you cum again, screaming his name.

Harvey lapped up every drop he could, making sure he licked your pussy clean only for him to defile it again. Unable to take anymore, you pulled his head up and over to kiss you. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it mingled with yours in your mouth.

His hands placed themselves on your breasts, kneading them as the pearls rolled around his hands and towards your cleavage. Harvey enjoyed seeing you wear nothing but the pearls, as they bounced around your breasts while you moved.

Not wanting to waste another second, Harvey lifted his hips before thrusting into you again. Your tight cunt was enough to make his hips stutter, feeling your velvet walls wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck doll,” he muttered against your lips. “You feel so fuckin--” his breath caught in his throat feeling you pulse around his shaft, cutting off his words before picking up the pace. You were nothing more than a blissful fucked out mess as Harvey continued to drive his hips into yours.

Feeling the ecstasy build up, you dug your nails into his back leaving marks that would last for days.

“Harvey!”

Not able to get out anything but his name, your body succumbed to the intense feeling as another orgasm took over you leaving you gasping for air.

Burying his face in your shoulder, Harvey continued to thrust into you before cumming deep within you. Unable to take anymore, he let his body collapse against yours, melting together covered in sweat and cum.

Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he cupped your face and looked at you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and Harvey would never understand what you saw in an asshole like him. Carefully, he lifted his hips and pulled out before lying next to you.

Turning your head, you gave him a soft smile and kissed his lips. Wrapping his arms around you, Harvey pulled you close enjoying the warmth of your body.

“Did I do good enough?” he asked, brushing his lips against yours.

“Apology accepted,”

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Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same

This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.

He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.

He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?

He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.

Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.

And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.

He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.

He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.

He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.

He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Stomach bulging/size kink

He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.

It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.

Breeding

It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.

Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit

He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.

He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.

And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.

If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.

#fellow diluc simps rejoice #for i am here to feed thy needs #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere diluc #tw: noncon #tw: dark content #tw: misogyny #sorta?#chr: diluc

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Lurking in the Dark

Chapter 1: Monsters in Manhattan

Warnings: talk of kidnappings, mentions of blood, Tom Manning being annoying.

The garbage truck rolled out of the B.P.R.D headquarters at 19:00 sharp, heading straight for Manhattan.

It had been a quiet night, dark clouds roamed over the sky, occasionally raining and thundering over the quiet city. It had been a calm day, no one was yelling, being attacked, or bleeding. Everyone stuck to their own devices, simply enjoying each others company in a comfortable silence.

Then the alarm sounded, bringing everyone back to reality.

The gang quickly pulled on their gear and rushed out of the B.P.R.D at Manning’s request. Liz, Abe, and Hellboy were loaded into the back of the garbage truck. This raised a lot of questions because Liz normally sat up front with John.

Hellboy pulled his coat over his shoulders as Abe adjusted his breathing apparatus.

"Did Manning give either of you guys a rundown on what we're hunting today?" Hellboy asked, loading his gun, glancing towards Abe and Liz.

"He only said we had to leave quick if we wanted to catch 'em." Liz pulled her bullet proof vest on, zipping it up. “I hate it when he does this, makes us rush out with no warnings or anything as to what we’re doing,”

"Whatever it is, it's got him riled up," Abe added.

"What'd ya mean, Blue?" Hellboy questioned, moving to stand next to Liz, his arm wrapped around her waist.

"He hasn't said anything yet, but the police went to Washington and handed over a case to us, apparently it's not something they can solve," Abe opened his apparatus and hooked it around his neck. He locked it into place, it bubbled as he took a deep breath.

“What do you mean ‘it’s not something they can solve’?” Liz raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure, I couldn’t read any more of Manning’s mind before we were, rather rudely, shoved in here,”

"So this really is going to be a fun night. Whenever Manning's in a bad mood it means he's up my ass," Hellboy rolled his eyes as Liz gave a soft chuckle.

The garbage truck pulled to a stop and John hit the back wall, calling to them from the passengers seat.

"We're here! Suit up!"

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The flash of the cameras sparked against the dark nighttime air. Police sirens echoed off the stone alleyways. It had rained only minutes prior to their arrival, leaving everything cold and wet.

Hellboy, Abe, and Liz had just hopped out of the garbage truck when Manning came up to them.

"We're too late, everything...everything is gone," He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, glancing around nervously.

"Gone? What'd ya mean "gone"?" Red asked lighting a cigar.

"All evidence, fingerprints, weapons, blood..." Manning gestured to the alleyway with an large sweep of his arm. "..it’s all gone. It's as if nothing happened here,"

The other B.P.R.D agents scouted around the large stone buildings taking pictures of any and everything that could be a clue.

"What did happen here?" Abe asked, taking off his glove and waving his hand around the cobblestone ground.

The buildings on either side had been abandoned for what appeared to be decades. The windows were boarded up and cracked, and the walls were falling apart.

This neighborhood had been known for its high crime rate, the only things living here being criminals, magical creatures who didn't fit in and the occasional rat.

The alleyway was wide, covered in trash, empty boxes, and had spray paintings all around.

"Another kidnapping," Manning stepped aside, allowing Abe to move past him.

"Another? Isn't that like the fifth one this week?" Red groaned, blowing the smoke from his cigar into Manning's face. He coughed and fanned away the smoke.

"Yes, and we still have no clues as to where they are or even if they're alive," Manning's voice rose, he wiped his sweaty forehead again.

"Chances aren't good if this is the fifth one," Liz mumbled, taking out her flashlight and moving to the back wall with some of the other agents.

"Someone was definitely here, but it's like you said, there's no trace of anyone other than Judge Trevor Harold," Abe said, squatting done next to one of the large dumpsters.

"It was Judge Harold?" Manning asked, rubbing his balding head. “This is worse than I thought,” He mumbled to himself, turning away from Abe.

"Find any and all case files that he gave a verdict for," Abe didn't glance towards Manning or Red, crawling around on the wet stones.

"Why?"

"Because I can feel the resentment and hatred from the....thing that kidnapped him. He was lured here and taken, that much I can feel," Abe shivered, it made the scales on his arm prickly, feeling the raw emotions of their meeting.

"You can't feel anything about this thing that took him, Blue?" Red took a step towards him, glancing up towards the roof of the building.

"No, it's...it's like it was a person, but no longer. A beast-or creature-like thing did this," Abe stood, turning to Red.

"I found something!" One of the agents, Granite, shouted from the far corner of the alleyway. He was squatted down next to a steaming manhole cover holding something in his hand.

Red, Abe, and Manning rushed over, crouching down next to him. He held out a cloth with gloved hands.

It was the cloth from a shirt, thin cotton, Abe guessed and it had a large cut in it and was stained with blood. The ends had been tattered and shredded, ripped from the man’s body.

"We have to find this man, or else many more will pay," Manning commented, turning and giving more orders to the other agents.

"Any ideas, Blue?" Red stood, nudging Abe with his knee. Abe sighed, standing with him.

"No, whatever this thing is, it knows how to hides its tracks. So our only hope is to connect the dots of who they're kidnapping, and see what they have in common,"

"You don't think it could be more Sammaels right?" Red finished his cigar and threw it in the nearby dumpster.

"No, this thing is bigger, more viscous. Hungry for something we can only imagine,"

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"Judge Harold was last seen walking down the alley where Granite found the fabric," Liz bit on her nails, peering down at the illuminated table in the conference room.

A blue print of the alleyway had been hologramed onto the table, and a trail had been drawn on it showing Harold's path from his apartment to the buildings.

They had found three foot prints that matched Harold's walking into the alley. Thanks to the rain, his boot had been imprinted in mud and dirt.

"Is this all we really have?" Manning asked, waving his hands around widely. He looked to everyone in the room. "This is the fifth kidnapping this week! The police handed these cases over to us because they know it's not something they can handle!"

"And we are handling it!" Liz snapped at him. "It's hard to solve a case when we have no clues as to what did this. And we also just got handed the case, we’ve only had a few hours to look over it."

“And if you would tell us why to took this case, it might be easier for us to solve it,” Red added on, nodding to Liz before giving Manning a slightly annoyed scowl.

“The police haven’t found anything, it’s as if a ghost is luring these men there and then kidnapping them. They found a drop of blood on the sidewalk in one of the crime scenes, but it didn’t have a match.” Manning sighed.

“It didn’t have a match? That’s not possible,” Liz argued.

“Unless, it was a magical creature,” Abe interrupted, the gears in his brain turning to try and put the pieces together. “It would make sense, I mean the only things we have so far are his shirt, the footprints and the camera footage of him leaving his apartment building and heading towards the alley." Abe added on. “All these things are what we see on any normal day, this isn’t a human being.”

"What about the blood on the cloth?" Manning put his hands on his hips.

"It's being tested now, we'll have a verdict in no time,"

"Guys," John Myers entered the room, pushing the door open with his shoulder, holding a giant stack of folders in his arms. "I have all the case files you asked for,"

He set the large stack on the edge of the table, Manning opened the first folder, flipping through the papers.

"Good, now all we have to do is find a case with all the missing people," Abe said, staring down at the blueprint.

"You think all the men who were kidnapped are connected?" Liz asked, taking the next folder in the stack.

"Yes, they all happened at the same time- the dead of night- and in an alleyway close to their apartments. And I'm also certain these men were all Judges or Jury members at one point." Abe commented, looking up from the table.

“Who’s gone missing so far?” John asked.

“Congressmen Peter McLowe, Owen Stevens, Johnathon S. Brown, Jack Turner, and Judge Trevor Harold.” Abe hit a button on the side of the table and the missing peoples reports for all five men appeared on the table.

"This is going to take awhile," Red grumbled, peering over Liz's shoulder to read her folder.

"And we're going to need help," Manning commented, taking out his phone and leaving the room.

"These dudes have done dozens of cases together, how're we going to figure out how they're connected?" Liz asked, handing the folder to Red, glancing down at the digital files.

"Maybe they all had the same case? Or worked on the same case together?" John sheepishly suggested, rubbing the back of his neck.

"In the alleyway, I sensed jealousy, anger, and resentment, worse than just had ever felt it. Whatever is taking these men had been hurt by them, in some way, and I'm guessing they were given a verdict they didn't like. As John had suggested." Abe crossed the table, taking the folders and spreading them out across the table.

John moved to stand at his side, looking at the table with him.

"But you said it was a creature?" Red commented, brow furrowed. "These guys are too old school to allow a magical creature in their courthouse."

"It must be one that can use a glamour," Liz answered. "But there's thousands of fairies and trolls that can use glamours, so this isn't going to be easy."

"But at least we have a start," Abe flipping through one of the folders before picking up another one.

"Abe, don't you have all those books with mystical creatures in them? Why not look in those?" John suggested with a half hearted smile.

"I would, but I can't feel what this monster is, there's no clues or evidence that it was even there," Abe shook his head. "We've never encountered a creature like this before. It’s like it knows how to be and act human but is also untamed and wild."

“What if it’s two creatures?” Liz asked, glancing at Abe.

“I only sensed the presence of the creature and Judge Harold, I don’t think there was anyone else there.” Abe shook his head, sighing.

"Well whatever is it," Red raised his pointed finger with his classic smirk. "We're gonna take 'em down,"

"Yes, we will, but with help," Manning had come back into the room, his forehead covered in sweat. "I called Washington, they're sending in a new B.P.R.D Agent to help us,"

"What, we aren't good enough for you?" Red mocked, as Liz his chest playfully.

"We need someone to help us with this, there's no questions about it. And thankfully they're sending in the best Agent they have, so this case will get solved in no time and my street cred will be saved."

"Do you only care about your street cred and not the lives that are in danger?" Liz crossed her arms, popping out a hip.

"Of course I care, when these men are found it'll save my job, it's a win win." He spoke calmly, putting his phone back into his pocket.

"If these men are found, the first man went missing over three months ago. From our work history, there's a chance these men have been dead for months," Abe commented sadly.

"Sir!" Agent Granite rushed into the conference room, panting. His blonde hair was rustled, his eyes wide with worry. "We found something else in the alleyway with Judge Harold,"

Everyone turned and glanced towards the door, putting down the folders.

"Well, don't just stand there, tell us!" Manning wiped his forehead again.

"It's a tooth, sir,"

"A tooth?" Manning mimicked.

"Like a human tooth?" Red asked, raising an eyebrow before glancing to Abe. Abe returned his confused expression, shrugging and glancing back at Granite.

"No, it's...well...it's better if you come see for yourselves," He opened the door and motioned for them to follow.

Manning rushed out of the room, the others shared a concerned look before following them down the hall.

Granite led them down to the farthest lab, at the end of a long hallway. Other agents were gossiping and talking about what had happened at the crime scene. Making their own theories about what happened to Judge Harold.

They reached Granite's lab, it looked the same as the other rooms. Concrete walls and floors with a large light in the center of the ceiling.

One of the back wall monitors had the alleyway blueprints on it, another had the results from the blood soaked cloth, and the third had Judge Harold's file pulled up.

On the table in the center of room were several test tubes, needles, plastic gloves, and small clear dishes. The dishes had dirt, rocks, and cloth in them from the crime scene.

In the largest dish was the tooth that Granite had found.

"That's no human tooth," Red mused, leaning over the table. Liz came to his side and gasped softly.

"That's a huge tooth," She agreed, hand covering her mouth.

The tooth on the dish was about 3 inches long, very sharp and wide. And the tip was coated in dried and crusted blood.

"Oh my," Manning's jaw dropping open.

John had gone to the back of the room to read the Intel on the monitors.

Granite stood on the opposite side of the table, his back facing the monitors. He looked at them with a worried expression.

"Who's tooth is that, Granite?" Red asked.

"It's...a crocodile tooth, sir," He whispered, cringing at their shocked faces. John's head whipped towards Granite, mouth agape.

"A crocodile?" Liz gasped, looking down at the tooth again.

"You found this at the crime scene?" Abe asked, picking up the dish and inspecting the tooth. He tried to read it, but it gave him nothing.

"Yes, and the blood on the tooth and cloth are a match." Granite cleared his throat, shifting from foot to foot. "It's Judge Harold's blood,"

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andreafmn · 3 years

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Collision - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,434

Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.

Chapter: 1/?

A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

Going back home felt bizarre for (Y/N). It had been 4 years since she had moved away from the La Push Reservation on a scholarship to a prep boarding school in Seattle. Although students were expected to go back home during summer break, she spent her time in summer taking college classes or attending internships in the area, so going back didn’t fit into her plans.

But she had just graduated from high school and decided that taking a gap year could not hurt. Seeing her family wouldn’t be that bad either.

(Y/N) Uley had not reunited physically with Sam and Allison Uley since she left for school, only calling occasionally but always being to busy for anything else. The mother and son duo had grown accustomed to the short phone calls and vague emails they would receive from their studious family member. The Uley siblings used to be a very close pair, being only a year apart helped their bond. But since (Y/N) had invested all her energy into her high school career, their relationship rapidly dissipated; replaced by untold secrets and life-changing details.

The Uley girl had no idea what was in store when she went back home. She had left when she was 14 and was coming back an 18-year-old with a high school diploma and a bachelor’s degree. (Y/N) had always been an over achiever and applying to the school she had and taking dual enrollment was no surprise to her mother and brother.

The bus ride from Seattle to La Push lasted almost eight hours, so (Y/N) equipped herself with two books, plenty of snacks, and a fully charged iPod to handle the ride. She had gotten the earliest ride available always enjoying the intriguing mystery that 3 am travels brought. Her brown eyes surveyed the curious characters that voyaged alongside her a young woman sat with a sleeping baby in her arms, the dark circles under her eyes signaled the baby was still a newborn getting adapted to a sleep schedule; there was a middle-aged man, his eyes attached to a computer and a briefcase tight to his side; there were two teenagers, backpacks at their feet and shared headphones in between them. They were wearing light blue polo shirt and her school insignia embroidered on the left side of their shirt. She had seen them in passing, two freshmen still energetic and excited for their school life. She looked at them and smiled, remembering being in their shoes four years ago.

Four hours in, (Y/N) had finished one book, and the bus made its first stop in Port Angeles, the place where everyone that traveled with her got off. It wasn’t surprising to see from the top of her book as everyone got off, she didn’t recognize any of them from the reservation so it would have been surprising if any of them had stayed in the bus. For the next four hours, (Y/N) continued to read her second book surrounded by a comforting silence. The sun had risen about an hour ago and a nice warmth was streaming from the bus window and (Y/N) felt herself drift in bliss.

Her eyes fluttered open once again when she felt the bus finally rolling to a stop. She blinked a few times as she adjusted her vision to the bright midday sun and her brain restarted normal functions. The brunette gathered the bag with her travel companions and got up from the chair she had been glued to for eight hours.

“Have a good day,” the driver chimed as (Y/N) was walking down the bus.

“You too, drive safe!” The girl smiled and got her two suitcases out of the side of the bus.

(Y/N) got startled as she felt two arms wrap around her midriff and quickly swung her elbow back.

“Woah, woah, careful with those arms, (Y/N). It’s just me,” the girl turned around, a gleaming grin adorning her face.

“Sam!” She jumped onto the open arms of her older brother, seeing the years that had passed on his tired face.

“Look at you, darling. All grown up,” Allison Uley smiled, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Mom, I’ve missed you.” (Y/N) hugged her mother tightly, noticing the difference in heights of her and her mother. Another thing she noticed was the strain between her mother and her brother. Before she left, they all had a very close relationship but now it felt like so many things had interlaced into their bond. “Let’s go home yeah?”

“I’m, actually I gotta go to my house,” Sam scratched the back of his neck.

“What house?” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I moved out, but I’ll come over for your welcome dinner.”

“Sam, she just came back. Don’t you wanna spend time with your sister?” Allison begged, wanting to have both of her children under the same roof again.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t, mom. Leave it.” Sam sighed. “I’ll see you at dinner, (Y/N).”

He kissed the top of his sister’s head and left. He wanted to tell them the whole truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Knowing that information would put them in a level of danger that he didn’t want them to be aware of.

(Y/N) stared at the retreating figure of his brother as he ran down the street, leaving her and their mother.

“What’s up with him?”

“Oh darling, if only I knew.” Allison sighed grabbing one of the suitcases her daughter had brought. “Let’s just head to the house so you can rest.”

“Yeah, let’s.” (Y/N) gave Allison a comforting smile and wheeled the second suitcase towards the truck.

The drive home was as short as she remembered, and the house hadn’t changed a bit. She walked up the steps to the porch and opened the old wooden door; it still made the same creaking sound. The house still smelled of seawater and pine, an odd mix but a comforting scent. (Y/N) regretted all the summers she missed here and all the days she spent away from her family.

She made her way up the stairs and entered the first door to the right. She ran her fingers through the stickers she had pasted on there when she was 13: a wolf, a rainbow, a heart, and a picture of her family. Her name still carved at the highest point of the door and she smiled at the memory of that. She sat atop Sam’s shoulder when she was just 12 years old, a trembling hand holding a pick as she carved as best as she could the name “(Y/N)”.

The doorknob as it was turned let out a squeaky groan and the door needed an extra push to open. The room had not changed at all. The walls were still painted a light green, the light switch still had the pink princess cover, the bedding had the little purple butterflies embroidered on them, and the pillows were all pink and purple. In a corner rested the five boxes (Y/N) had sent to the house from her dorm room.

“It hasn’t changed a bit,” (Y/N) commented as she felt her mother’s presence behind her.

“I didn’t want to change it until you came back,” Allison smiled. “But I’m sure you’d like to give this place a bit of a makeover.”

“Definitely,” she laughed. “I think I’ll go to Port Angeles this weekend, doing some shopping can’t hurt.”

“That’s true.” Allison side hugged her daughter as she laughed. She headed towards the door but stopped when she was called upon by her daughter.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“By any chance, do you know where Sam’s living?” Allison’s body stiffened but shared the information with her daughter. Maybe she could figure out why he’d just disappeared.

(Y/N) was surprised to hear he was living with a girl she barely knew. She knew of Emily Young through Leah Clearwater, but not much after that. Last thing she had heard Leah and Sam had been dating. She certainly had missed some very important pivotal points in her brother’s life.

The house wasn’t far, so she decided to walk there. Upon arrival she could feel the warm and inviting aura that the quaint house emanated. The blue door called to her as she knocked on it. It finally opened and revealed her brother.

“(Y/N), what’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to see my big brother. Is that such a crime?” She laughed.

“No, of course. Come in,” he smiled begrudgingly. “I don’t have much time so we gotta make this quick.”

“Wow, feeling the love there,” she chuckled passing through the doorframe.

“There’s just some things that I have to do before dinner tonight.”

“It’s okay, I get it. I just wanted to ask if you could help me on the weekend with my room. I’m bringing it four years into the present, gotta make sure it looks like an 18-year-old sleeps there.”

“Yeah, I’ll come over Sunday afternoon and help you then. Anything else you need?”

“Well, not exactly, but it wouldn’t help to catch up. You know make up for four years of chit chat conversations and get me up to date with at the happenings in your life.”

“There’s not much to say other than I moved out and I’m engaged.” He said nonchalantly.

“Excuse me?! You’re engaged and failed to mention that to me?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, (Y/N).”

“Yes, it is, Sam! You’re getting married and this is the first I’m ever hearing of this or the fact that you moved out or the fact that you’re engaged to your ex-girlfriend’s cousin. I think it is a big deal.”

“Okay, yeah. Kind of a long story on that one.”

“Enough time to tell it to me?” Sam hesitated. He could hear Emily’s truck approaching and two male voices coming back from patrol. He needed to get (Y/N) out of the house before they got here.

“Maybe another time. I’ll call you on Sunday, yeah?” Sam asked as he nudged his sister out of his house.

“I guess.” (Y/N) mumbled as she was pushed out the front door. “Bye.”

“See ya.” Sam kissed the side of her head and closed the door.

(Y/N) left the house with more questions about her brother that she had begun with but didn’t want to press on. There was no use if he wasn’t going to talk, so she walked back home.

Her mother had gone out, possibly grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, giving (Y/N) time to catch up on some much-needed sleep. She walked up the stairs and into her room, plopping down on the bed not caring how she landed. All she wanted was to close her eyes and rest.

By six in the afternoon her eyes fluttered open once again. She could smell the dinner her mother had been cooking. The room had darkened as the sun was going down and thankfully her mother had turned on a lamp for (Y/N) to have some vision. The girl got up from bed and grabbed some clothes from her suitcase to take a quick shower before dinner. She stripped all her clothes off and let the water wash away all the hours of the day. As soon as the water started turning cold, she shut it off and got out.

For a second, (Y/N) stopped and stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. She barely recognized the girl staring back. The bags under her eyes were deeper than the last time she had seen herself in this specific mirror, her cheekbones were more defined than before, her skin paler than usual since she hadn’t really seen the sun in a while.

It didn’t take her long to change into some new clothes and head downstairs, where she saw her mother on the phone. Disappointment evident in her eyes.

“Sam, it’s your sister… please… ok, fine. Just don’t flake on her on Sunday,” Allison sighed, turning off her phone and slamming it on the counter.

“Everything okay, mom?”

“Oh, yeah, darling. Your brother won’t be able to join us, but Billy and Jacob, and the Clearwaters are on their way, and I also invited Charlie and Bella Swan. I hope you don’t mind that they join in.”

“No, I don’t mind. What about Paul?”

“You know I’ve never liked that boy, honey.” (Y/N) stared at her mother. Refusing to continue the conversation until Allison answered the question. “I did invite him, but he couldn’t come.”

“I love seeing you make an effort,” (Y/N) laughed and kissed her mother on the cheek. “I’ll set the table.”

“Thank you, darling.”

(Y/N) grabbed the 10 plates needed for the night and the respective cutlery. She still remembered how her mother liked the table arranged and set it as such. She set the vase filled with fresh flowers in the middle of the table, leaving space on the sides for the dinner platters. The arrival of the guests was soon after. (Y/N) had grown alongside Jacob and Leah, and on the summers, she would spend her times with the Swan girl. Once Seth was born, he became very close with the Uley girl.

“My oh my, (Y/N), how you’ve grown.” Billy Black grabbed Uley’s hand and smiled up at her, with the warmness that summer brought.

“Indeed, I have, and you haven’t aged a day in four years. What’s your secret?”

“It’s in the genes,” he laughed alongside the young girl. She’d always been a charmer, he thought “You remember my boy, Jacob, right?”

“How could I ever forget? Hey, Jake!”

“How you’ve been, (Y/N)?” Jacob approached his friend and wrapped her in a hug. “Been an awful long time.”

“Four years, that’s not much,” she smiled. “Come in.”

The father and son duo entered the house, and next came the Clearwaters. Harry, Sue, and Seth. No Leah. They had always been close to the Uleys, a bit of divide coming after the rupture between the eldest offspring of each family.

“Oh, wow, where has the time gone?” Sue commented, greeting the girl with a tight hug.

“4 years really do go by quick, don’t they?”

“They sure do, Harry.” (Y/N) smiled, motioning the couple in.

Finally, Seth walked in and engulfed (Y/N) in a tight hug. The girl was 5 years his elder, but he considered her one of his best friends. Seth and Paul were the only two people (Y/N) kept in close contact other than her family. For some time, Paul and (Y/N) had drifted apart but Seth always sent his monthly excited letters, updating her on what he had been up to.

“I missed you, (Y/N)!” Little Seth spoke into a bundle of brunette hair.

“I missed you too, Seth.” She smiled as he walked past her, joining his parents.

The last to enter were Sheriff Swan and Bella. The cop smiled at the girl and gave her a quick hug, commenting on how much she had grown, a low chuckle leaving his throat. Bella entered with hunched shoulders, possibly not wanting to be there but she still smiled at her old friend. Vague memories filled the girls’ heads of summer play dates and days at the beach.

“It’s been quite some time, huh?” Bella muttered.

“It sure has. It’s great to see you again,” (Y/N) smiled. “How have you liked Forks now that you’re back full time. Still hating cold weather?”

“Yeah,” the pale girl chuckled. “But it has its better days.”

The girls joined in a quick giggled before joining the rest of the group at the dinner table. Allison had already set the table and had said her hellos to the group.

The three males had engaged in sports conversations and the teens were all huddled in the kitchen munching on cheese and crackers and engaging in small chit chat.

“So, (Y/N), 18 and already a degree, how does that feel?” Jacob asked, stuffing his mouth with cheese and ham.

“Well, as good as it can be. Don’t know exactly what I’m gonna do now. All I know is that I’m taking a year off and taking a breather for the first time.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“I just can’t believe you’d spend all this time going to school, twice as much. I don’t like school at all,” Seth chimed in, picking apart the cheese and filling his mouth.

“So, you spent these past four years studying, including your summers?” Bella added.

“That’s correct,” (Y/N) smiled. “And now I have a degree and nothing to do with it.”

The group chuckled and moved towards the adults as they were being called to dinner. In the center of the table was a big platter of spaghetti and meatballs, (Y/N)’s favorite food, a tray of toasted garlic bread, and a bowl of a colorful mix of spring salad.

(Y/N) always enjoyed her mother’s cooking. Even on her saddest days, Allison’s cooking could warm her heart at any time. She and her mother had a very close relationship, even after four years of distance. Since her father left early in her life, her mother had always tried her hardest to make sure both her children were loved and cared for. And she stayed wondering where she had gone wrong with Sam and hoping (Y/N) didn’t stray away as her eldest had.

The dinner group had all taken their seats at the dinner table and were passing around the various platters, serving themselves their desired portions. Jacob and Seth were overfilling their plates, receiving a laugh from their respective parents. Charlie, Harry, and Billy were filling their plates with more protein than carbohydrates and the moms at the table smiled at the males engulfing the meatballs. (Y/N) looked around the table and smiled. It had been a long time since she had sat down with the important people in her life and was relaxed, even if two of them were missing.

After everyone was served, everything went almost quiet. Some background music could be heard from the living room and the sound of forks hitting plates and mouths chewing filled the environment. Everyone was comfortable with the silence, but there was still one question in everyone’s mind.

“Where’s Sam?” Seth spoke up, voicing everyone’s question. The whole table paused in action and Seth felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Sue softly elbowed her son. “What?”

“It’s okay, Sue,” (Y/N) smiled. “He couldn’t be here, bud.”

“Maybe he was feeling bad, like Leah.” He added earning a burning stare from both his parents.

“Maybe, Seth.”

“I just wanna apologize for our daughter missing this dinner. I know she really wanted to see you, (Y/N).”

“Oh, Harry, it’s really no problem. I’m sure I’ll catch up with her soon enough.” (Y/N) smiled trying to ease the tension felt in the room. She could see her mother gripping her fork tightly as she kept her head down. “But I would also like to apologize on behalf of Sam, I know he wanted to be here.”

Everyone simply nodded and went back to their plates. The rest of the evening was enjoyable. No one mentioned the pair that was missing, and (Y/N)’s past four years were questioned in depth. She had an answer for everything except “What are you gonna do now?”

She didn’t know and that’s what she answered. She mentioned she wanted to study medicine, having finished a degree in biology and always loved taking care of other people. Sue was excited, being a nurse herself. But (Y/N) had landed at a standstill in terms of her life and career. A vast portion of her life had been defined as a student and now that this part was over, she didn’t know who she was.

The dinner festivities were over soon thereafter, leaving Allison and (Y/N) to clean up after the group. The Uley pair put everything away in silence, exhausted from the eventful day. (Y/N) could see as her mother wiped away a few stray tears, sniffling behind her hair. The girl knew better than to bring the topic back up and left her mother with a kiss on the temple and a good night.

Upstairs, (Y/N) prepared herself for bed. The event had drained nay energy still left in her and she plopped down on the bed with a small thud. She had prepared her clothes for the next day, knowing her energy would also be drained but still excited to have this change. Her eyes fluttered close as she heard in the distance her mother’s quiet footsteps on the staircase, darkness overtaking her.

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Kutte to Pieces

A/N: You guysss I don’t know why I keep feeling compelled to write these angsty shits within the KutteVerse, but here’s another 🥲 The mood came over me to write this when I was randomly reminded of this song that I’ve loved for years, and hearing it with Jax in mind brought me to tears 💔 This fic is set sometime after Kutte Open but can also be read as a standalone!

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: swearing, tiny bit of smut, angsty angst – descriptions of reader being dead (alive in flashbacks) and the intense effects her passing has on Jax

Word Count: ~2.3k

“Who was she, Daddy?”

Little man always saw the ghost behind the mask. Light through the empty burning steady. Lost love living on in Jax. The father only ever shared the surface of the facts—but knew someday his son would ask. Knew to be ready.

Ring-clad hand ruffles that soft golden blonde mop and tucks him into bed. Kiss on the forehead. Takes one tiny hand and holds it pressed against his chest, the presidential leather of his vest. Heart beats beneath and bleeds the words he never said. “You feel that?”

Abel nods a quiet yes. Kid raised in chaos knows that quiet says it best. That words are weak and weak is bad.

So does his dad. Knows words corrupt. Would cut you up. The pieces that he keeps of you—the life he still lives in the deep of you—that’s all he has to keep him whole. The truth of you is in his soul.

Light burning brightest where the threat of darkness lurks. To bring it to his tongue… feels wrong, beyond believing. Knows to even try would be a fucking crime.

For that’s just how words work: they fall short of their meaning. Every time.

He’d tried to put you into words back in his prime. When summer was the only season. Songs and sonnets. Heart spread wide, thought every word was honest. Never lied. But cast the pages in the fire when you died, and cursed himself for having tried. High fucking treason. Truly never was a reason for the rhyme.

Words can’t do justice to a single part, of all the light that he still carries in his heart, much less the sum. They can’t hit home.

That’s where you are and someday home he’ll come.

He speaks in silence to his little one. Just as he’d always done with you before your final day was gone.

Do you know me, son?

The answer in those eyes of Teller blue. Streaked with the sun, light of the mom he never knew. Shade of the Son—father who hides so much from view—yet still somehow the silent answer now feels true. I do.

Then you know her too. She’s right here and will always be. In me. In you.

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“I know we’re tempting fate.”

He’s down on one knee and your heart pounds at his rate. Soul bound forever to its mate.

“But babe, this is eleven years too late.”

Yes. Yes. You want forever with this man and not a goddamn second less. Love him to death and hope death has the grace to wait.

Only a month has passed since you came back to town. Already Jax has seized the Redwood birthright rooting him deep in this godforsaken ground. Has stood before the tree he’d climbed for all his life and cut it down. The prince of Charming cast away his cursed crown. He’d never thought he had the strength to pay the cost—but that was back when all was lost—with you he’s found.

Just needs a little time to tie up some loose ends. Make sure the club is in a good place when he steps down as Vice President. Clean break. No chance to take. Knows this is not the life for which he and his wife and son are meant. You bring new clarity and strength to him with every waking moment, give him faith with all the love you live to make.

To leave this life of chaos at his back Jax only needs a couple months.

But fuck this business of engagement—has no patience—wants to marry you at once.

That night in bed, after he fucks you dead, you tease him as if you don’t want exactly what he wants. Diamond ring catches all the starlight through the window, as your hand sweeps through the sun-gold strands on his beloved head, at rest beside you on the pillow. In the dark it sparkles so. “I thought they all say love is patient, no?”

He pouts and smiles in the same breath as his baby blue eyes glow. “Bitch, I proposed eleven years ago.”

You laugh as you recall just what he means, gaze bright as it replays the scenes. “Jax, you were high and bought a ring pop from a candy dispenser. Had me suck it while you fucked me wearing nothing but your leather. Said the universe was made for us to be together.”

He shrugs and smirks and kisses you all slow and tender. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. The stars told me this is forever.”

More than this or any universe could measure. They’d told you the same, ever since that first night when you looked up and saw all the stars in the sky spelled his name. “So you talk to the stars, Teller?”

There’s a line from a book or song that he remembers—you always bring a thousand words to mind and make them something more and something better—that’s the light of who you are. He lives among the stars. He never even saw them till he met her.

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I do.

That’s all he hears now as he finds you.

Lost you.

Always knew this love would cost you.

Fucking knew. Yet you had told him this was your choice. Anything is true in your voice. Still he never should’ve dared to fucking trust you.

But he did.

I did.

And trusts you still and always will no matter how he tries to fight it.

Still he trusts your heart is beating as he buries every piece of him inside it.

There are no words. Just the weight—of nothing—crushing—way it hurts. The death of everything his life was ever worth. The promise of another life inside of you that died before it saw the light of birth. The wait—the curse—of being crushed to fucking dust yet forced to stay upon this earth.

I do.

Just ask the stars above—I’m still right here my love—inside you.

Death just blinds you. Stars were wrong to think the lies they told could bind you. He’s the one who comes running back home and finds you.

Finds you like this. Reaper inked in ruthless black upon his back reminds you both the stars can’t fight this.

All the stars are fucking gone. Dusted and done.

You were the only fucking one.

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You have to go on.

For your son.

I know—it feels as though you’re nothing but a shadow—but to him you’re still the sun.

He knows that’s what you would’ve told him. But your arms aren’t here to hold him. In your wake there’s nothing but an empty ache and he can’t rise to face the dawn.

Jax hates the fact fate made you go and made him stay.

He feels that way—for just a day.

On some level he always will.

But on another level knows that he remains upon this earth with two roles still left to fulfill.

To be a father—love his sweet son like none other. Just the way you would’ve loved him as a mother. That’s the purpose that the echo of your love seeks to instill. Swallow your loss as if it’s not a fatal pill.

The second purpose isn’t one you would’ve blessed. But love alone can’t fill the hole cut in his chest. His other role is to wreak vengeance for the precious blood his enemies had dared to fucking spill.

To fucking kill.

To kill everyone else. Condemn them all to hell.

Until he’s finally earned that same fate for himself.

He wakes each morning to your ghost.

So faraway—and yet he knows, with every passing day, the homecoming he craves is pulling close.

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Not close enough.

It’s fucking rough.

First and last time he even tried, to have a woman in his bed after you died, he kept his back to her all night and fucking cried.

She was still there come morning light. Still hoping he would let her touch and hold him tight. That he would come inside. She wouldn’t even mind, if he just took her from behind, to who she was completely blind, and called the name of his lost bride. She lied that it would be alright.

That was what made it even worse.

The love that blessed him while you lived, the greatest blessing life could give... was now a curse.

It was his cross to bear—not hers. Nor any others. Didn’t seem it would be fair, for him to go to that dark place and take her there. He drowns alone in these dark waters.

All those years ago when you had first left town, the both of you so young... he drowned in every fucking hole he found. He didn’t care if it felt wrong. Your face was all he ever saw when he looked down. Your name the only prayer on his tongue, with every push and pull and pound.

He prayed that you would stay away yet all at once dreamt of the day the stars would bring you back around.

There are no dreams left in the deep.

At least he’d stayed afloat with some mad sense of hope, back then when he had fucked to cope. Vowed once to love you till you died and lived if only for that one promise to keep.

Now all he hopes for is the end of his own rope. His own soul last upon the list he’s cast to reap.

At least he finds you still when he falls fast asleep.

In dreams—some nights they’re sweet in which he fucks you till you’re bursting at the seams—but other nights the price of seeing you again is high and steep—he finds you bled to death upon the floor and fucking screams. The whole damn town can hear him weep.

Some of those nights he’ll wake to something soft and warm.

A little angel in his room. Almost afraid to come, but somehow brave enough to bring his father home. A tiny hand upon his arm.

Daddy, don’t cry.

The father’s grief, in stark relief, felt by the son who loves him more than anyone and doesn’t dare to ask him why.

He sees himself in those blue eyes.

He sees his wife—the star that fell so many years ago to save this precious life—and finds the light you left behind that never dies.

***************

A year has passed, since Abel asked.

He’s old enough at last... that Jax can slowly start to peel away the layers of his mask.

But to make sure his son feels no guilt, for the reason you were killed, is no small task.

He doesn’t want to spell it out. But knows a half-truth casts full doubt. Secrets dig graves, and though your path to heaven and his path to hell have already been paved, with all the lies that crushed your dreams until they caved... his little son can still be saved.

Silence so often says it best. Means more. But words do what they can to fill the rest—to make the chaos of the stars hurt just a little less—pick up the pieces, seek some peace amidst the war. To make some sense of why the stars make such a mess. That’s what they’re for.

Even in anarchy there’s order. Clarity cuts through the chaos and collects the pieces scattered in the blur.

Places his hand upon that tiny heart and tells him who you were.

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It’s just a stone.

Just dust and dirt and buried bone.

The last respect that you were shown, before you left him all alone.

He hates it here. Ever since you were laid to rest hasn’t returned in seven years. Feared that the flowers on your grave would wilt, beneath the pall of grief and guilt. Fall to the cursed salt of his tears.

His tears have no right to be spilled. Your blood already was—your dying breath had begged him not to blame himself but hell of course he does—said he would love you till you died, made you his bride, and so love killed.

He hates it here. But comes today to face his fear.

The sun is bright—the star so near it gives this world a thing called day amidst a universe of night—and by its light, he doesn’t shed a fucking tear.

He doesn’t hate a fucking thing.

This universe was made for only one thing.

Leaves a kiss in case the dust of you can feel something.

It’s just a stone, this tiny rock that turns around the closest star; this isn’t where you are. You’ve made your home somewhere beyond the buried bone, dug in the dirt of Charming.

Somewhere doesn’t feel so far. So close at last you hear him calling—darlin’, I’m coming.

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Said the universe was made for us to be together.

Jax smiles at your words—echo no longer hurts—out on the highway as the wind whips past the reaper smiling back upon his leather.

Seven years spent cut to pieces. In the wake of love those pieces of his soul had gone to war.

But now at last the cage that keeps him on this cursed earth releases. Sets him free to seek the chaos of the stars... to ride the sky to where you are... that’s where peace is. He’s whole again and so much more.

The one star calling... all the other stars are falling, to make room for him to come.

Darlin’, I’m home.

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