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The Veiled Law of Affection- Chapter 6

had the day off so I popped out another one for you :)

The Veiled Law of Affection-Chapter 6

Word Count: 6358

Casey Novak x Olivia Benson

by PKJ @novaksupremacy

Based on the events surrounding S5 E24 "Poison", little bit of smut, lots of mushy angsty schtuff, sibling arguments, one of my favorite Casey episodes.

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“Look you’re making a mistake!” The woman shouted in the interrogation room. As it stood, she was accused of poisoning her adopted daughter. They had learned from her other little girl that she made the poor child stand in the corner with a sponge full of detergent in her mouth. As if that wasn’t bad enough the girl’s hospital visit was delayed by hours, causing sever detriment from the poisoning. Her husband’s sister had also spoken to Benson and Stabler about the many red flags pertaining to her parenting skills.

“Not according to your sister-in-law,” Olivia barked.

The woman scoffed, “Wendy never liked me you can’t listen to her!”

Elliot raised his voice, “Can we listen to your other daughter, Katie, Mrs. Campbell?”

Her attorney Gates laughed, “Sure, because seven-year-olds are so reliable. Tomorrow, she’ll tell you a pony with wings lives in her closet.”

Stabler was fuming at this point, “So Katie made the whole thing up, right? How you shoved a sponge of soapy water into Alexis’ mouth while she gagged and cried! Made her stand in a corner, counting, until she collapsed!”

“I feel terrible that I wasn’t paying close enough attention!” Karen Campbell started shouting, “But I can’t possibly be everywhere at once! I have FOUR children! I am a good mother!

Munch and Fin had Mr. Campbell in the other interrogation room at the same time.

“Why don’t you believe me?” the man leaned against the window, arms folded.

“We do, that’s why you’re not under arrest Munch said flatly.

“My wife did nothing wrong!”

“You couldn’t know what your wife did. You were gone all day.” Fin said more questioning than matter of fact.

“I told you when I got home Alexis had stopped breathing and Karen was hysterical. If we wanted to poison Alexis, what would we bring her to the hospital at all?”

John snapped at him, “Actually I’m more interested in why your wife does the things she does. Like berate and emotionally abuse your adopted daughter.”

“That’s a lie!”

“You callin’ your sister a liar? She says Karen treats that girl worse than a dog!” Fin retorted.

As Liv and Elliot came out of the interrogation room, they found Agent Huang and Casey waiting for them in the bullpen.

“The emergency room said they pumped two cups of detergent out of Alexis’ stomach.” Huang stated as they walked up.

Elliot shook his head in disgust, “Mrs. Campbells accident story is a bunch of crap! No kid is gonna drink two cups of that stuff willingly.”

“What about the dear old dad?” Liv interjected. “He had to know that his wife hated that kid.”

Casey sighed, “he wasn’t home so criminally he’s not responsible.”

“We got the mother right?” Elliot asked, agitated by the situation.

“How’s the seven-year-old?” The redhead questioned, she knew Elliot was good at his job, but she still had to do hers.

“Solid.”

“No chance you influenced her statement?” She didn’t want to ask but she had to.

“None, counselor. I’ve been doing this a little bit longer than you,” the detective said back his tone less then amiable.

Casey tilted her head, she hated that El took things so personally. “Just making sure we’re covered, children under nine aren’t automatically swearable.”

“I can talk to her,” Huang offered, “If she knows the difference between a lie and the truth then she can testify.” Casey nodded as a show of gratitude.

“Hey Detective Benson, while you’re waiting, I have some paperwork for you in my office that I’ve been meaning to give you.” Casey tossed out nonchalantly.

“Sure, I’ve got a few minutes.” Liv nodded, her hands in her pockets. “After you Counselor.”

The brunette tailed on the heels of the ADA as they headed down the hall. Huang couldn’t help but snicker as they walked away. “It’s ridiculous that they’re still making excuses at this point. We pretty much all know what that was about.”

“Guess Daddy wants a little midnight snack, you know what I’m sayin’?” Fin nudged the FBI agent in his rib.

Elliot snorted into his coffee, “What?” He laughed so hard he choked on some of the hot liquid. “Who wants a what?”

Fin was laughing “Oh you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing that exchange yet? Imma let you experience that on ya own.”

Munch walked over with a cup of coffee in his hand, “What, what’s so funny what did I miss?” Everyone just shook their heads and assure him it was nothing. “You know this doesn’t make me believe in the conspiracy that everyone’s working against me, any less. If anything, you, you’re just adding fuel to the fire.”

Casey shut the door to her office and locked it, closing the blinds tight.

Liv rubbed her eyes, “Case, I gotta tell you baby, I’m exhausted.”

“I know,” Casey kissed her gently and rubbed her shoulders then steered the detective towards the couch. “I figured my couch was more comfortable than the crib.” She kicked off her heeled boots and made room for Liv to come join her. “Plus, this way I get to hold you, and the door is locked so you won’t get startled.”

Liv crawled over her girlfriend and wedged herself between her and the back of the couch, wrapping her arm and leg around her, squeezing tight. She was exhausted, they had been up since the night before with this case, but Captain wasn’t letting anyone go home until they made some headway on this. Casey reached over the brunette and pulled the blanket down off the back of the couch and covered them with it. She laid soft strokes up and down Liv’s arm with the tips of fingers and pressed her lips to her forehead and held them there for a moment before she kissed lightly and then pressed her cheek against the side of the detectives head and pulled her close. She could feel Liv’s breathing shift indicating that she had fallen asleep. The attorney watched her girlfriend’s chest rise and fall, she looked so peaceful.

“I love you, Olivia.” Casey whispered and kissed her head again. “I wish I could tell you.” Every second spent with Olivia was the happiest moment of her life, even when it wasn’t. Even when it was sad, or upsetting, or the case was spiraling out of control, all she had to do was look at Liv and feel at ease. That was the first time she ever said it out loud, not that her lover heard her. She wouldn’t dare say it then. Everything was going so good, she didn’t want to fuck it up. She dozed off alongside the brunette detective.

Casey stirred about an hour later to Liv kissing her neck. She grinned and stretched, giving the detective more access to her neck. “Mmm I should let you nap in my office more often.”

“Mmm, yes, very refreshing. Better than a cup of coffee.” The brunette smiled as she planted a long tender kiss on her girlfriend.

Casey brought her hand up to cup Liv’s face and deepened the kiss. She let out a sigh as she felt the detective slip her hand down below her waistline. “Babe.” A smile that could only be described as one of pleasure creeped across her face, “we can’t.” The redhead let out another soft sigh and a light moan as Liv continued to tease her. She grabbed her lover’s wrist and looked her square in the eye, “I need you to either fuck me right now or stop what you’re doing.”

“Gladly,” the detective hummed and pulled the ADA underneath her.

Casey sat up on couch and slid her boots back on as she watched Olivia tighten her belt and adjust her watch.

“What?” Liv looked up as she was fastening her sleeve buttons, “Did I miss a belt loop or something?” She looked down.

The younger woman shook her head, her cheeks getting red, even still Liv gave her butterflies. “No,” she said breathlessly, “you’re just beautiful.”

The brunette leaned over Casey on the couch and kissed her, biting her lip softly before pulling back to meet her gaze, “You’ve pretty stunning yourself, Counselor.” She lingered for a minute before heading towards the door, looking back at her girlfriend one last time before turning the handle. The detective continued to fumble with the buttons on her shirt as she walked out almost walking straight into Munch.

“Olivia,” the startled detective smiled, “what happened spilled something on your shirt?”

Realizing she was still half unbuttoned pulled her shirt closed with her fist, “Uhm yea, something like that. I got it out though.” Liv shifted nervously, “Going see Casey? I gotta get back to work.” She motioned the thumb of her free hand back towards her desk.

“Be careful, Detective. The coffee machine’s on the fritz and looks like your shirt can’t take another hit.” He called out, pointing with the folder in his hand as Liv kept walking. He knocked on the ADAs door.

“Come in,” Casey called out, “Hey John!” she smiled as he walked through the door, “what’ve you got?”

“Hey Casey, I just have Huang’s report for you to file before you go to the judge.” Munch walked forward and handed her the file. “Ouch, counselor I don’t think the vanity is worth it. Besides your hair looks nice curly. Platonically speaking of course—you’re not my type.” He straightened his tie.

The redhead looked at him baffled, “John, I’m not following.” She chuckled. “Did you break into the evidence locker?”

“Oh,” he waved his hand at her and then motioned to his own neck, “the burn, from your straightener. Looks like it hurts.”

Casey clasped her hand over her neck and leaned on her elbow. “Huh, yeah, well you know. Lack of sleep.” She chuckled nervously.

“Do me a favor, don’t operate any heavy machinery.” Munch gave a mock salute and walked out.

“I deserved that,” Casey muttered under her breath after he left, “payback is a girlfriend with a hickey.”

*******

“Their seven-year-old daughter? That sounds a bit imprudent.” Judge Taft said as Casey and Gates followed him down the hall.

“Rittenhouse v. North Hempstead found a three-year-old wasn’t automatically presumed incompetent to testify.” Casey argued.

“Ah, but you’re in my court now.” Taft’s voice dripping with self-importance.

“And another case disqualified a seven-year-old witness. It’s completely subjective.” Quipped Gates.

“Which is why,” Casey was growing impatient, “a psychiatrist examined Katie Campbell and that she understands her duty to tell the truth.”

“I’m sure the people won't mind if I determine that myself.” Taft stated, his grin was sickening.

“That’s not necessary Your Honor.” The ADA shook her head, assuring her the proper procedure had been followed.

“But again, it’s in my court.”

*******

Olivia stood over the stove stirring the cast iron while Casey stood at the counter furiously chopping up a bell pepper.

“And then, THEN,” she was practically slamming the knife against the cutting board, “he told me that I needed to dress appropriately.” She stopped chopping and turned towards her girlfriend.

Liv stopped stirring and turned to look at her girlfriend up and down. “What do you mean appropriately? That suit is perfectly tailored?”

He said, “By appropriately, I mean in a skirt.” She was swinging her chopping hand as she spoke.

“Woah, woah, why don’t we put that down.” She carefully clasped the redhead’s wrist between her hands and slid the knife away from Casey as if she were disarming a suspect.

“Sorry, that’s probably best. I might hurt myself, you know like how I burned myself with my straightener this morning?” her tone shifted to mockingly accusatory and flipped her hair away from her shoulder.

The brunette gasped, “Jesus baby I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would be that bad, I was just trying to get you back for the one you gave me the day of that softball game.” She chuckled.

Casey mocked her laugh making a goofy face at her. “Hilarious babe,” she tossed a mushroom at her, “Especially when I had to have it pointed out by Munch! Who by the way is the only one still in the dark about us, totally clueless.”

The detective wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist and leaned into her propping her head up on her shoulder. “I’m sorry Taft is being such a misogynist,” she tightened her hold, “You’re gonna kick ass in court.” She kissed her neck.

“Ahh, hey!” the redhead swatted playfully at her and pulled her head to the side, “You’ve done enough damage for one day, Detective.” She giggled and leaned her head back to kiss Liv enthusiastically.

*******

“Its open!” Casey called out, pouring more whiskey into her glass as Liv walked in the door.

“Swearability hearing went that badly huh?” the detective furrowed her brow, worried to find her girlfriend drinking alone on the couch.

“Worse. He basically told me I embarrassed myself and shouldn’t brag about my lack of intellect.” The redhead put the bottle down and waved her hand in its general direction, “Don’t worry I don’t plan on making a habit out of it.”

The brunette dropped the takeout down on the counter and dropped down next to Casey on the couch, “Well that’s a relief.” She motioned for Casey to swing her legs up over her. She slid the redheads boots off and dropped them to the floor. “Still, I’m sorry that he’s being such an ass.” Liv started to massage the counselor’s feet. “Elliot told me he’s gotta testify that he didn’t coerce her.”

The ADA took a swig of her drink and threw her head back, “Uggh Liv, why are you so good at that?”

The brunette grinned, “I’m just, good with my hands.”

Casey quirked her brow, letting out a low moan, “Mmm, that you are Detective, that you are.” She opened one eye to look at her girlfriend who was looking at her adoringly, “I see the way you’re looking at me.” She closed her eyes again.

“Oh yeah and how’s that?” Liv chuckled, continuing to massage, working out a particularly difficult knot.

The redhead smacked the couch and let out a moan, “Ohhhh, G-d that feels good. You’re spoiling me.” She peaked her eye open again, “And you’re looking at me the way you look at a container of honey chicken, hungry.”

“Is that so?” The brunette smirked, “I mean cause I have honey chicken over there on the counter…”

“You could have me on the counter,” Casey bit her lip.

“Why would I do that,” Liv paused, the ADA picked her head up, the brunette was waiting for her shocked reaction before continuing, “when I can have you right here on the sofa.” She got a good grip on her thighs and pulled Casey down the couch to her.

Casey squealed, “Babe, my drink!” she quickly dropped the glass to the coffee table, laughing. The detective was already pulling the attorney’s jeans down around her ankles and tossing them in the corner next to a pile of law journals.

The brunette pulled Casey up to her to kiss her longingly, she could taste the whiskey on her tongue mixed with desire. The redhead moaned and then broke the kiss to catch her breath. “You kill me detective,” her eyes glistened, staring into Liv’s. She pressed a light kiss to her lips, “little deaths.” She sighed. She kissed her hard, running her fingers down the side of the brunette’s face. She allowed herself to fall back onto the couch pulling the cop down on top her, unbuttoning Liv’s shirt button by button.

*******

Elliot sat in the witness box during the Hudy hearing ordered by Judge Taft. He swore that there was no influence on Katie’s statement and that the girl introduced her mother to the conversation without any prompting. Gates accused him of having a vendetta against Karen Campbell for comments taken out context. Upon stepping down from the witness box, Elliot started to walk away as Taft went ahead and ruled the testimony inadmissible.

“This is a joke,” Elliot scoffed as he headed towards the back of the courtroom.

“I beg your pardon, Detective Stabler,” Taft asked sternly?

“I said this is a joke!” The detective turned back towards the judge.

“You’d be wise to remember no one cares what you think, once you leave that box.” Taft’s words fell pointedly.

“That interview wasn’t suggestive,” Elliot muttered walking back towards the bench.

“Elliot, stop.” Casey raised her voice.

He continued, “You’re just one of these judges that think cops strong arm witnesses just to make a case. What you think I just bullied a seven-year-old into lying?” He turned to walk away again.

“Elliot, leave!” Casey commanded, she was trying to protect him and not blow her case at the same time.

“No Elliot stay,” Taft scoffed, “You’re in contempt.”

Casey went down to the holding cells to check on her friend, “You alright?”

“Yeah great, thanks for getting me a couple hours off.” He said sarcastically.

The redhead laughed incredulously, “You are not blaming this on me.”

“Well, you did let that defense attorney trash me pretty good in court.”

The ADA threw her hand up in protest, “Yeah and that stunt you pulled. That’s gonna ensure Taft screws me at trial but hey at least you still have your ego, right?”

“You bail me out to talk about my ego?” the detective quipped back at her.

“I did not get you out of there!” Casey rolled her eyes.

“I called in a favor,” Mary Clark stared at the two of them, arms folded, “The contempt citation is withdrawn. So, if you could possibly stop acting like a petulant child.” She turned her attention to the young attorney, “And you, you need to start playing nice with Oliver Taft.”

Stabler looked back at Casey, “And you’re worried about my ego. This guy abuses his power and gets away with it.”

Mary cut him off, “You didn’t help anybody by mouthing off to the trial judge.” She looked back at her protégé, “This isn’t law school Casey, pick your battles. Winning is more important than wearing a skirt.”

*******

Liv and Casey were lying in bed, the redhead snuggled up in the detective’s arms, staring out into space. The brunette stroked her back, “I can’t believe you asked Taft to recuse himself.”

“I really fucked myself this time I think.” The anxiety in Casey’s voice was clear. “Why did I do that?”

“Baby, you did it because you knew it was the right thing. That judge is never going to be impartial and was never going to get justice for that little girl.”

“He still won’t,” Casey sat up, crossing her legs, and facing her girlfriend. “All I’ve done is ensure that he hates me and will do everything to make sure that I have a hard time prosecuting this case.”

“What did Mary say?”

The redhead sighed, “She said I was insane for asking an ego maniac to recuse himself and all I did was make myself an enemy.”

“What are you gonna do?” Liv followed suit and sat up, taking the ADAs hand to comfort her, “It’s not like you can get him thrown off the bench.”

“Maybe I can…”

******

Elliot chased Casey down as she headed to court, “Hey I think I’ve got something that even Taft can’t ignore.”

She furrowed her brow at him, “What is it?”

“The records from the adoption agency the Campbells used. They tried to give Alexis back.”

The redhead nearly fell out, “What? When?”

“February of this year, only 6 months after her adoption. Wouldn’t hurt her my ass, that’s such bull.”

The ADA smirked knowing Elliot may have found her a smoking gun.

*****

It was no use even with the mountain of evidence, Taft’s bias completely controlled the courtroom as he acquitted Karen Campbell. Casey felt so defeated as she walked out of the courthouse, if it was a fair fight, maybe she would’ve felt better about losing. She walked over to Elliot.

“I’m sorry,” she frowned and tapped him with her briefcase.

“Don’t be, I know you went to the mat on this one. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out.” His hands shoved deep into the pockets of his trench coat.

“I want Taft off the bench.” She looked Elliot square in the eye.

Elliot ran his hand down her arm, “and I want a ’65 stingray.” He said consolingly.

“I’m serious,” she said as the detective had turned to walk away, “I’m going after him.”

“Casey,” he exhaled, “It’s not worth it, what good does it do, to kill your career?”

“If this is justice, I don’t want this career.”

The detective looked at her concerned, “I’m just worried about you putting yourself in a bad position, I’d hate to see you get dragged down because of this bastard.” He grinned, “Besides who’s going to play softball with me when they fire your ass.” He punched her arm playfully.

*****

Liv was zoned out at her desk working on DD-5s, the background noise of Munch spewing conspiracies at Fin and Cragen practically lulling her to sleep. She was nodding off halfway through a sentence when she felt a presence next to her desk, “Elliot for the last time I do not want a dirty water dog for lunch today.”

“I’m not gonna ask why Elliot has asked you that more than once today.” Casey joked.

The detective’s ears perked up and she leaned her head to the side, looking at the tall, gorgeous litigator leaning up against her desk. “Hey Da—DA Novak. ADA Casey. Hey Casey, what’s up?” Liv was about twenty shades of blushing after almost letting that nickname slip at the office.

Casey leaned down, cleared her throat, and lowered her voice, “Daddy needs a favor.”

“What’s wrong, Case?” She could tell there was a sense of urgency in her girlfriend’s voice.

“I need you to help me talk to Cragen about reopening the Rosalind Silvo case. I know in my bones that there was bias on Judge Taft’s part and there was evidence to prove she was innocent…” the redhead pleaded.

“…But Taft wouldn’t pay for the test.”

“Exactly! If I can get Cragen to reopen the case, the DA’s office doesn’t have to go through the same channels, I can get permission to exhume the body, clear Silvo, and screw Taft to the wall.” Casey rambled, having to take a deep breath when she finally stopped speaking.

“Well, I would like to hope I’m the only person you’re screwing against the wall but let me see the case notes and then we can go talk to him together.” Olivia chuckled, waving her hand for Casey to show her the files.

Liv filled Elliot in and then the three of them brought it to Cragen’s attention, “Casey I’d love to help get an innocent woman out of prison, but I don’t have the manpower to fuel a vendetta.”

“Its not really that much work boss, I think we got it covered,”

Cragen shot him a look, “Well thank you for being such a real helper, Elliot.”

Casey pleaded, hoping her puppy eyes would work on Cragen the way they work on Liv and Elliot, “It’s two interviews, if nothing pans out, I swear I’ll drop it.”

*****

Liv walked out of the coffee shop and handed one to her girlfriend who was waiting for her on the sidewalk.

“Thanks. It was a little too crowded in there for me.” Casey reached over and interlinked her fingers with the brunette’s. Her hand was a shaking, not something she’d attempted to do in public before.

The detective tensed up, “Casey, what if someone sees us?”

“I’m not ashamed,” she stopped and pulled the brunette’s hand turning her to face her. “I’m proud to say I’m with you, Olivia Benson.”

Any fear Liv had at this point was washed away with Casey’s words and the adorable little dimples the redhead got when she smiled. She squeezed the attorney’s hand tighter and pulled her in close. “And I am all yours, Counselor. I wasn’t trying to hide you, I just want to keep you safe.”

Casey smirked and leaned in to kiss the brunette, “Maybe you’ve forgotten how good I am with a bat.” She turned and started to walk again, holding her girlfriend’s hand tight with one hand, and sipping her coffee with the other.

“You go talk to Mary, I’ll hang back here. I’m gonna check in with the house.” Liv stated as they got closer to the judge’s apartment. Casey nodded and started to walk away, the brunette pulling her back and into a quick kiss before letting her go. She wasn’t going to feel ashamed to show anyone how much Casey meant to her anymore. She watched as the redhead walked down the block and couldn’t help but stare at how good she looked in that outfit, how her hips swayed back and forth. She chewed on her lip and was startled by the phone ringing.

“Benson. Hey El I was just about to check in. Yeah, I’m good, I’m just waiting for Casey, she’s talking with Judge Clark.”

Judge Clark walked out of her apartment just to find Casey waiting for her. “I don’t know how I can be more clear,” she was sympathetic but not up for taking on Taft.

The ADA smirked, “Rosalin Silvo is innocent, here’s the M.E. report.” She handed Mary the file Olivia had gotten from Warner. “Taft let his bias run that courtroom, same crap he always does but this time, he stole a woman’s life.”

Mary scanned the report, her face dropped, and she looked up at Casey, “That son of a bitch. He’s an embarrassment to the bench.”

“I’ll worry about him as soon as I get Rosalin Silvo out of jail.”

*****

After hearing the evidence Judge Preston spoke, “I have to agree with counsel, the only possible remedy is to vacate Ms. Silvo’s conviction. We’re adjourned.” She stated with the bang of her gavel.

Rosalin, with tears of joy in her eyes, hugged Mary, and Casey, thanking them before hugging her other child tightly. The ADA and Judge Clark gathered up their things and headed for the door as Taft approached them.

“Well Judge Clark its good to see you haven’t lost sight of your humble beginnings as a legal aid attorney. Ms. Novak, are you going to be coming through all the decisions I’ve made.” He scoffed.

“That depends,” she started, “how many other defendant’s have you falsely convicted?”

“History is full of mistakes Ms. Novak, even your short history.” His tone was aggressive.

Mary stepped in between him and Casey. “You’re not threatening her, are you? Some people might consider that conduct unbecoming of an officer of the court. You can’t bully your way out of this Oliver.” She gave him a smug look knowing she could tear him down in an instant.

Casey did her best to hide her enjoyment of this exchange when her cellphone rang. “Casey Novak.” Her heart sank, “Oh G-d.”

*****

The ADA ran up to the scene as she approached the Campbell household. She stopped at the stairs as she saw the small body being carried out, covered in a white sheet. “Why wasn’t she in the hospital?” she demanded, her voice raw with emotion as her eyes met Elliot, who was exiting the building.

“Released.” He walked towards her, “Parent’s didn’t want her in a nursing home. The aunt dropped by, found Alexis in her bed already dead.” He paused for a second, “Casey,” he took a deep breath, “Karen was the only one home.”

“She finished the job.” Casey muttered as Olivia emerged from the doorway with Karen Campbell in cuffs, she was reading her, her Miranda rights as they walked past.

*****

“Hey, you okay?” Casey was leaning against the door of the call room.

“Hey babe, I’m fine. Is her lawyer here?” Liv lifted her head up.

“No, no not yet it’s okay lay back down.” The redhead walked over and laid down on the cot next to the detective. She pulled Liv’s arm tight around her.

“Baby, you okay?” Liv mumbled into Casey’s back. She was met with silent sobs causing Casey’s body to shake against her. The brunette lifted her head up, “Baby what is it?”

“This is my fault.”

“How could you possibly…”

“I should’ve fought harder to get Taft thrown off the case, off the bench, something! I should’ve done more.”

“Case, you are only one assistant district attorney, and while you are wonderful and gorgeous and intelligent, not to mention compassionate beyond rivaling— you are only one human being.”

Elliot rapped on the doorframe, “Hey guys, Gates is here, showtime.”

Casey wiped her tears and stood up straighten out her blazer and the three of them headed down to the interrogation room.

“What happened,” Elliot sat down and opened his notepad, “You miss us?”

“You can’t charge my client with murder for a crime she was already acquitted of.” Gates spouted, demanding the release of the client.

“Unless we’re talking about two separate acts, which we are. Right Karen?” Olivia stated closing the door behind her. “Alexis was suffocated, the poisoning had nothing to do with her death.”

Casey studied Gates face, he had no idea what his client had done. He was as shocked as they were.

“I didn’t want to bring her home. Pete insisted. She wouldn’t stop crying, I just wanted her to stop. It wasn’t my fault!

“What you gonna claim it was an accident again?” Elliot clapped back at her.

“No! The judge said I should do it.”

Casey tilted her head, “What Judge?”

“Judge Taft.” The ADA shot a look at Gates as Karen continued, “He said Alexis was too sick and I had other children to think about. He said we would all be better off if Alexis just died.”

Olivia looked at her girlfriend in disbelief.

“When did he say this to you?” the redhead pressed.

“The other day in court right before I testified.”

Gates jumped up, “Interview is over, everyone out.”

“What the hell was Taft doing talking to her anyway?” Elliot asked.

“Hanging himself,” Casey scoffed. “The bastard’s done now.”

“Doesn’t that nullify her acquittal,” Liv jumped in.

The redhead nodded, “Sure does not that it matters, we’ve got her on homicide.”

A few minutes later he met the ADA and the detectives outside the interview. “I just want you to know I had no knowledge of this ex-parte or as an officer of the court I would’ve been duty bound to tell you immediately.”

“What did he say?” Casey demanded.

“Apparently, he saw her crying and told her to think of her other kids and maybe they would be better off if Alexis died anyway and then he advised her to get psychiatric help so that this kind of thing wouldn’t happen again. Which I think is a fine idea.”

“Book her and go pick up Taft,” Casey stated as she gathered her things.

“On what grounds,” Cragen questioned.

“Criminal Facilitation Two. He told her to get a shrink which means he knew this was no accident and acquitting her gave her the means and opportunity to commit a Class A felony.”

“He has judicial immunity Casey,” Cragen spoke softly.

“He smoked his judicial immunity the minute he had an ex parte communication with the defendant.” The redhead said as she stormed out of the precinct.

*****

“I don’t think I’ve every been this nervous.” Casey said checking over her appearance in the mirror. “I cannot lose this case.”

Liv came up behind her and kissed her neck, “You’re gonna do great baby. C’mon,” she turned her around and straightened the lapel of her jacket, “Everyone knows my Daddy has the best conviction rate in town, and she isn’t scared of anyone, definitely not some old man named Oliver Taft.” She pulled her collar tight and kissed the redhead. “I know you’re already dressed but I think I know how to calm you down.” She smiled slyly.

“Mmm, do you now?” Casey raised her brow and bit her lip.

Liv nodded, sliding the redhead’s suit jacket off and placing it on the counter, “Mhmm yeah. Watch.” she said sliding her tongue into her mouth.

The attorney enthralled in the kiss grabbed for her girlfriend’s belt buckle fumbling to get it undone and get Liv’s fly down. She slid her hand down into the brunette’s waistband as her lover had moved on to kissing down her pulse points. Casey felt how wet Olivia already was and let out a sultry giggle, “Mmm, I’m starting to think I just keep you like this twenty-four/seven. Let Daddy fix it.” She moaned sliding a finger in and pressing her palm to Liv’s clit.

The detective fumbled with Casey’s suit pants as she let out little whimpers which Casey swallowed, kissing her hard. Finally getting them undone, the attorney used her freehand to grab her girlfriends wrist and pull it to her, sliding it down into her boxers. Liv glided two fingers into Casey’s soaked center and thrust her back against the counter.

The ADA threw her head back, “Oh god Olivia! Fuck” she slipped another finger into the detective. The two of them mewling and whimpering as they continued toying with each other’s g-spots. They knew each other’s body’s like clockwork, enough to make it last for hours or make the other cum instantly. Their breath hitching and growing ragged they both knew what was coming next and let go, collapsing against each other and back against the counter.

Casey held Liv’s head against her shoulder and kissed her temple, both of them out of breath. “You make the prettiest noises when I fuck you.”

******

As they arrived at the courthouse Casey was much more relaxed. She was hurriedly headed towards the courtroom when she heard someone call out to her.

“Hey Novak! Catch.” She turned around to see Elliot lob something in her direction. She caught it one handed and looked at it.

“What’s this for?” she said quizzingly.

“It’s cologne Case, you smell like sex. Keep it,” he headed in, “Knock em dead!”

As the trial proceeded the prosecution called Taft as their first witness.

“Is that why you spoke to Karen during her trial, because you thought she was innocent.” The ADA asked casually.

Taft paused for a second and took a deep breath, “I admit the conversation was ill-advised. We were in the same elevator, she was distraught. I allowed my empathy to overrule my intellect.” Elliot rolled his eyes from the gallery as Taft spoke.

“Did it every occur to you that Karen Campbell might be responsible for her daughters condition?” Casey continued.

“I must object, Your Honor.” Taft argued.

“You felt sorry for the defendant, so you must’ve already decided she was innocent even though the trial had not concluded yet.”

“I had formed no opinion,” Taft retorted, “as you just said the trial had not yet concluded.”

“I know,” the redhead swung her hand as she walked over to the jury box. “Which is why it was so strange that you were talking to her. Why did you tell the defendant to quote seek psychiatric help, so this tragedy doesn’t occur again.”

“She was upset,” the judge answered.

“Because it sounds like you really did think she poisoned her daughter.” Casey was getting louder, more adamant in how she spoke.

“It was a mistake, is that what you want me to say Ms. Novak? One mistake in almost three decades?”

Casey sneered, “Didn’t you make an arguably bigger mistake? When you wrongfully convicted Rosalin Silvo of murdering her daughter and sent her to prison for ten years?” The ADA was shouting at this point.

“That is completely immaterial,” The Judge argued.

The redhead stepped to him, “You can’t object Judge Taft.”

“But I can Ms. Novak,” Judge Bradley warned.

“Did you tell Karen Campbell to suffocate her daughter?” Casey walked back towards the jury.

“No.”

“But you talked to her even though it was clearly improper,”

“It was a mistake!”

“You don’t make mistakes, you make judgements, who’s innocent, who’s guilty. You saw Rosalin Silvo and she was a whore. That means she’s a bad mother. And then you saw Karen Campbell. Why did you talk to her Judge?” Casey was furious at this point.

“Your Honor!?” Taft turned towards Judge Bradley.

“Why talk to her? Why talk to Karen Campbell?” the young fiery attorney pressed as Taft stood up in the witness box. “Why talk to a woman who tried to murder her daughter?”

“I didn’t know!”

“Didn’t know what?” Casey shouted, “That she’d turn around and try to do it again.”

“I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOOD PEOPLE” Taft bellowed at Casey.

Judge Bradley banged his gavel, “That’s enough!”

“Nothing further,” the redhead’s lip curled as she walked away.

It didn’t take the Jury long to come back with a guilty verdict. The press was outside waiting for Taft as both Elliot and Casey watched satisfied from afar. He had been demoted before he even left the courtroom. The detective nudged the ADA, “You did good Case.” She nudged him back and smiled.

*****

“It’s open,” Casey said as she heard her girlfriend approach the door. She was sitting at the counter. “Hey beautiful.”

Liv walked over and planted a longing kiss on the redhead.

“Mmm,” Casey couldn’t help but smile at the brunette’s touch. “I have something for you.”

“You do?” The detective asked, “What is it? Something sexy?”

Casey giggled, “I hope you think so.” She looked up at Liv, “so you know how you always say how unsafe it is for me to leave my door unlocked when waiting for you? I think I’ve found a solution.” She slid her hand across the counter towards her girlfriend and lifted it away revealing a singular house key. “What do you think?”

Read Part 7

#casey novak #olivia benson #casey novak x olivia benson #casey novak smut #law and order svu #svu #lgbtqia #casey novak fanfic #casey novak angst #olivia benson smut #olivia benson angst #wlw fanfic #benovak

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m0r1bund · 2 years ago

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No, you are right. I lied to you. I was not birthed, but expelled, like a malignant tumor being cut out of a body. The Tree deposited me here with her furthest root. I crawled out of the dirt and into the desert, alone.

When the Court finally found me, they said that they had created me, that they had finally inoculated the Tree with their nightmares. But I believe they were merely taking credit for what was a natural immune response—that is, ridding her body of trauma— in order to groom me.

Nonetheless I carry it inside of me. I am called every day by morbid visions that are mine, but which do not belong to me. The Court wants to use me to sow anguish and heartbreak among their kin, and the Wardens want me dead. Some believe this is why I was really created, so that this immortal and intangible evil could be made into something mortal and tangible… Something that could be killed.

But you are already familiar with such things, no, dragonslayer?

Why are you really here? Did the Pact send you? The Wardens? The Tree herself? Because I cannot imagine why someone like you would come to meet someone like me, except to do their dirty work.

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The Lastborn is a sylvari(?) pariah who mostly keeps to himself and fucks around in the desert. He is dry (pun intended) and emotionally austere, but insightful. People typically get a selfish and callous vibe over a thoughtful vibe, though, because of his rigid commitment to isolation and nonintervention. In truth, he feels that he must “go it alone” to protect himself and those around him.

Everyone knows that something went wrong during his creation… or maybe something went wrong long, long before his creation, and he was just collateral. Either way, the Lastborn emerged from the Pale Tree less like a daughter sprout and more like a root parasite. The Dream that he was fed is completely unrecognizable to most of his peers, a fever dream of great sadness, fear, and pain. The Court considers him to be the first son raised from their Nightmare, and whether or not this is actually true, this narrative has been compelling enough to estrange him from the Tree and the rest of her children. His apparent abandonment—coupled with his induction into the Court during his formative years—is the ultimate condemnation in the minds of his peers.

Worse still, he feels his Wyld Hunt calling him to return to these morbid memories, the way you might pick and scratch at a wound that won’t heal. The possibility that he’ll be called to do something terrible has frightened him into living in isolation—or at least, that’s what he tells those who have the grace to ask first, instead of attacking him on sight. Really, he’s a hermit by choice as much as he is by circumstances outside of his control. He’s not as desperate for belonging as he used to be, and it’s been years since he made his quiet exit from the Court… Though he’ll probably never be out of the shadow of (indicates generally) whatever that was.

Other schtuff:

Not in touch with the Dream, but constantly receives Visions And Nightmares against his will. You could probably consider him an oracle, but only for worst case scenarios, intrusive thoughts, and terrible ideas. And he can’t even tell you if they’re actually going to happen or not.

Not outwardly hung up about being estranged from the Pale Tree and her kids, but maybe a little bit on the inside. Un poquito. I think the two of them reach an understanding later that she did All That to try and protect him (for better or worse.)

Unsure if he emerged with a name or not. If he did, he has never spoken it to others. “The Lastborn” (sometimes “Lostborn”) is an epithet bestowed on him in lieu of a true name. Later on he learns from his friends that you can give yourself a name, or ask other people to name you, and you can change it as many times as you want, and he goes appropriately ham.

Ofc not actually a lastborn (others have come after him, albeit in a more normal way.) but my lot in life is that every couple of years I recreate the last firstborn

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I just think it’s funny if the Court did all these awful things and put all this effort into making a fucked up and eeeevil treebaby. But in the end you fucked up a perfectly good sylvari is what you did. Look at him. He has anxiety.

#lastborn tag #guild wars 2 tag

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sssaturnsnake · 12 days ago

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new pinned post woo (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

hello gang ( ´ ∀ ` )ﾉ my name is saturn (or argon) (or biscuit), he/they pronouns, probably aroace and gay but idrk. i make art ! it's good sometimes !!! i'm also an animation major so you might see some schtuff relating to that here and there. my art tag is #sssaturn art if you wanna see all my stuff !!! yay !!!! a few notes about how i tag stuff:

i don't really do trigger warnings, just content warnings. main ones being blood and gore and cannibalism. nudity sometimes too.

i don't have a dedicated reblog tag, i just tag it with the fandom or misc.

there's a lot of stuff i'm into, so i'm putting it under a read more. but make sure to take a look, i'm not just a sanji obsessed loser lmao

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Major Interests

this is the stuff I post about the most, so expect to see a lot (or at least a bit) of it.

one piece (mostly just sanji)

starkid (specifically hatchetfield)

waterparks (the band)

neon white

phighting! (roblox game)

persona (5)

brawl stars

balatro

the battle cats

Minor Interests

i probably won't post about these at all, if ever, but i'm still a fan.

homestuck

cookie run (kingdom)

regretevator (roblox game)

omori (yes, i know about omocat, shut up)

pokemon (competitive and pmd eos)

hollow knight

terraria

danganronpa (to an extent)

minecraft (as a game but also hermitcraft. just a little bit)

my singing monsters

dragonvale

bugsnax

Bands I Like

these little goobers might not appear at all, but i'll probably reference them in art captions a lot.

waterparks (again. i am normal)

weathers

paramore

broadside

de'wayne

i don't know how but they found me

fall out boy

the orphan the poet

moontower

my chemical romance

that should be all i think ? ah, wait. i forgot the last bit (ノ_< )

Stuff I Hate for Very Specific Reasons (aka never mention this stuff to me ever)

my reasons for disliking these are probably nonsensical or deeply personal. i will not explain, so do not ask.

the owl house

my hero academia

every hoyoverse game ever (genshin, hsr, zzz, etc)

dragon maid

arcane

vivziepop and all related medias

stranger things

basically every dsmp streamer except tommy, tubbo, philza, and ranboo

ok, that should cover everything. also sorry for using kanmojis so much, they are like my children. i am still bad at ending introductions ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌

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alexandraisyes · 8 months ago

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more ship headcanons okay uhhh

solar and nexus should move in together in a cottage in the woods, and nexus should pick up gardening. cause i think that'd be Cute. and nexus could then pick a bouquet for solar once his schtuff is in bloom :)

again on my EAPS sun n moon x eclipse bs: eclipse gets stuck on daycare duty one day thanks to puppet getting a little too silly, and the second he stops bitching and actually settles down, being a p good dca with the more Quieter kids, sunlight almost passes out from how hard his heels went over his head kjhdsf AND when moonbeam comes out for naptime, he sees eclipse carrying one of the smallest kiddos to a sleeping mat just out of the corner of his eye, and he also almost dies on the spot :)

AND. for general dca/security breach stuff. ahem

ENTIRE PLEX POLY. THEYRE ALL KISSING. SUN AND CHICA GO ON SILLY LITTLE MAKE BELIEVE FANCY DATES TOGETHER IN THE DAYCARE, CHICA BRINGS THE FOOD. ROXY AND MOON TALK SHIT ABOUT HUMANITY TOGETHER. SUN AND FREDDY RAISE GREGORY TOGETHER. MONTY AND MOON ARE ENEMIES TO LOVERS. BONNIE SHOULD BE INCLUDED IN THIS TOO, SOMEHOW.

okay thats it :)

Hi Peachy! Sorry, this rotted in my inbox for two days. . . I was doing things.

A flower garden with a few tomato plants and a bed of carrots. He grows wild roses, cornflower, white lilies, and honeysuckle (trust me on this it's good shit right there).

They're so fucking silly I love them.

THEY'RE ALL KISSING AS THEY FUCKING SHOULD!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Ask Game - Send Me FNAF/DCA/TSBS Ship Headcanons

#alex answers #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#ask game is still open #tsams ship #fnaf ship #polyplex #solarnexus #sunchips #moonchips #sun x eclipse #moon x eclipse #solar x nexus

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threadbearsweater · 3 months ago

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43 & 44 for darling lin :333

Rosie! I've been thinking about your Sylus fic all day. He's sooooooooo 😩

what’s your take on spicy foods? I like spicy until it's so intense that there's no flavor, just uncomfortable heat.

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? There was a high-profile murder case back in 2003- a man named Scott Peterson did unspeakable things and is still sitting in prison today. If I could...

ask me schtuff

#lin.asks #moots: rosie

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whysamwhy123 · 1 year ago

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Randomly dropping 1.5k of some OrangeHook schtuff here. This is a sort of precursor/prologue to a different fic that I may or may not write. There's an awkward tonal shift and a real non-ending because I'm a little rusty, but whatevs.

‘’I thought it was supposed to my generation that couldn’t stop staring at our phones.’’

The sound of Hook’s voice makes Orange raise his head from the texts he was reading. The kid’s sat there on the other side of the couch, surrounded by a plate with a sandwich on it, a bag of chips, and a bowl of ice cream (Hook’s idea of a balanced meal. Oh, to be twenty-four again…) He takes a bite of the sandwich while Orange waves his hand dismissively.

‘’Leave me alone, I have a good reason,’’ he says.

His little sister just got engaged, you see. Orange isn’t usually one for showing much emotion; only when the situation calls for it. And this one does - he’s beyond happy for her. Their mom’s taken it upon herself to insist that as many of the family as possible make their way down to his sister’s place at the end of the month to celebrate. She’s currently blowing up his phone with plans and a million questions. Orange isn’t annoyed in the slightest - it’s exciting, actually. He doesn’t get to see his sister that much since she moved to the West Coast, and he’s looking forward to congratulating her in person.

Hook helps himself to a spoonful of ice cream. And he’s not even done with the sandwich yet. ‘’Your sister?’’

‘’My mom,’’ Orange corrects. ‘’It’s gonna be a busy couple of days. A lot of plans. Family bonding time.’’

‘’Sorry I can’t come,’’ Hook says. He’s booked to defend his title on Dynamite that week. He could have asked for time off too, but Orange told him it was fine, he didn’t mind going alone. It really was more of a family thing. ‘’I wish I could.’’

That surprises Orange. He kinda figured Hook was glad he wasn’t getting dragged along to this. ‘’Yeah?’’

Hook nods, in between bites of his sandwich. ‘’Yeah. That way, I could met your parents without having to go to Jersey.’’

Orange cracks up a little, shakes his head. Truth be told, he’s getting a little tired of the New Jersey jokes. But he can’t bring himself to refute them either. The eternal struggle.

The thought stays in his mind - Hook wishes he could go. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised by that? Things have gotten pretty serious between the two of them. But at the same time, Hook’s dropped a lot of hints that this whole ‘serious relationship’ thing is kinda new to him. Orange understands, but he can’t relate - he’s been a serial monogamist since sophomore year of college. Orange didn’t expect him to actively want to meet his parents. But it's a good sign, right?

‘’What’re you smiling about?’’

Orange didn’t realise it, but yeah, he has a little smirk frozen on his face. He can’t help it.

‘’Nothing,’’ he answers. ‘’It’s just…nice. That you wanna meet my parents.’’

Hook’s hand disappears into the bag of chips. For some reason, Orange really wants to insist he finish the sandwich first. ‘’’Course I wanna meet your folks,’’ Hook says. ‘’You met mine already - it’s only fair. Besides, I bet I’ll be great at impressing ‘em. Moms love me.’’

Hook makes direct eye contact with him for that last part. Orange gives him a decidedly unimpressed look and says nothing.

‘’Did you hear that? What I just said?’’ Hook says, the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen spreading across his face. ‘’I said moms love me. And I mean, they love me.’’

Orange narrows his eyes at him. ‘’Can’t imagine why.’’

Hook leans back against the couch, still the picture of smugness. ‘’It’s ‘cause I make them feel like they’re twenty-two again.’’

Orange rubs at his brow. ‘’Weird. You make me feel ancient.’’

‘’That’s only because you are,’’ Hook answers casually, before devouring another chip.

Just like with the jokes about his home state, Orange is used to this kind of thing by now. But he usually likes to give back as good as he gets. He wracks his brain for some way to turn this around on Hook. He scrolls back up through his mom’s texts and hits paydirt.

‘’I think my mom would like to meet you too,’’ he says.

Hook smirks. ‘’Yeah, I bet she -’’

Orange interrupts. ‘’Now that my sister’s getting married, she keeps telling me I need to catch up.’’

Hook’s bag of chips hits the floor and spills out what’s left of its contents. Hook’s smirk is gone. He’s frozen, face going pale as he’s gripped by the horrifying concept that is ‘commitment’.

Orange is the one smiling now. ‘’She keeps hassling me about it. About her eldest being the only one not engaged or married. No kids either.’’

The mention of kids causing Hook’s hand to shoot out and grip the arm rest. All his various food items remain untouched as he stares off to the side, consumed by pure terror.

Orange decides to twist the knife a little more. ‘’I don’t know what to tell her. But I’m sure you could give her a good answer, right?’’

Hook is staring off into space, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else right now. Orange feels smugly satisfied…for all but a few seconds. Then he starts to notice.

Hook isn’t just caught off-guard here. And his reaction here isn’t as exaggerated as Orange first thought. Hook seems to fold in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. His brow is furrowed, but it’s not out of anger. He looks…sad. Genuinely upset. But not with Orange. With himself.

Orange is starting to realise that maybe he’s taken this a little too far. Further than the usual playful banter.

‘’I…I…’’ Hook stammers. His voice sounds so uncertain and he can’t even look at Orange. ‘’I’m sorry…’’

Ah, hell. Orange regrets everything. This is why he keeps his mouth shut as much as possible.

He needs to reassure Hook. ‘’No, no, I didn’t mean - I was just kidding.’’

Hook manages to look up at him, but his expression is still tentative. ‘’So…your mom isn’t really saying…stuff like that?’’

Orange bulks. He’s never been good at lying, especially not when it comes to Hook. He feels he has no choice but to tell the truth, even though it’s not gonna make this any easier. ‘’Uh. Well. No, she is. But…whatever. That’s just…parent stuff, you know? Like, when we had dinner with your folks and they kept - ‘’

‘’I remember,’’ Hook interjects, making it very clear that he doesn’t want to be reminded.

Dinner at the Taz household went well, as far as Orange was concerned. He was more nervous than he’d been in his entire life, but it all worked out and Orange had a nice evening there with them. But it was awkward at times, in the way that meeting a partner’s parents always is. The highlights were all the times where Taz and Hook’s mom kept finding ways to oh-so-casually mention how they didn’t have any grandchildren yet. And when Orange complimented the meal, Hook’s mom told him it was a family recipe so she’d only be able to share it with him after he and Hook were married.

None of that bothered Orange all that much - he’d been there before with other meeting-the-parents scenarios. But Hook was mortified. Orange tried to laugh it all off during the car ride home but Hook was deathly silent for the rest of the evening. The only time he spoke up about it was the next morning when he tersely apologised to Orange for it and told him they ‘didn’t mean all that’. Orange sensed this was a touchy subject and didn’t say anything else about it.

Now, Orange feels like the biggest dumbass alive. He should have known Hook wouldn’t find this funny. The kid’s upset and it’s all his fault.

He realises he needs to stop mentally chastising himself and do some damage control. ‘’I, uh. I really wasn’t…hinting or anything back there.’’

Hook slowly nods. He still looks incredibly uncomfortable.

Because he apparently hasn’t learned his lesson, Orange keeps talking. ‘’We don’t have to talk about that kind of stuff yet. If you don’t want to. I mean, we don’t even live together so…’’ Orange notices Hook’s eyes widen. He’s doing a bad job of this. ‘’Which is - fine! That’s…okay! We don’t need to -’’ He stops and takes a breath; collects his thoughts before he makes this even worse. ‘’You don’t need to think about that stuff. It’s…the future, you know? It’s…whatever. We can focus on the now. I’m really happy, with everything, and we don’t need to -‘’

‘’Can we talk about something else?’’ Hook asks. There’s a kind of desperation to it, almost like a plea.

Orange has a weird feeling in his gut that he can’t quite place. Guilt, maybe? Regret? Anxiety?

Orange forces himself to nod and keep his expression neutral. ‘’Yeah. Sure. Whatever’’

A heavy silence lays thick over the two of them. Hook’s food remains untouched.

#Sam actually wrote a thing #Hook/Orange Cassidy #OrangeHook #Still not over these two #And now unfortunately I'm getting The Urge to write non-fluffy things with this pairing...#Hence the abrupt tonal shift and weird ending here

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ostentatiouslyonigiri · 8 months ago

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Guys, I am so dumb 😂

Here I am putting "Requests Open" on my page, but asks and submissions weren't even enabled, lol. Anywho, I just want to thank you all for the kind comments, likes, follows, and reblogs. This all truly means a lot to me and I hope to create more schtuff in the future! ❤️

#1:00am SOC post #hellsing ultimate #hellsing #yandere alucard hellsing #yandere #thank you

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noteverystarisasun · 11 months ago

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YAP SESSION/UPDATE

I'll yap about the update first, I haven't been posting much, that's because I'm working on expanding the NESIAS Verse [AW's world] (adding characters, plots, designs, etc..) and working on Character designs for later on! NESIAS WILL BE BACK AND BETTER THAN BEFORE! I will have more time during the summer to work on it! just 2 more weeks! [the 23rd]

AW is getting more expanded on lore wise and power wise, he's stronger than you think! [I need to answer some asks, I'll get to them soon!] Currently his little crew of outsiders are getting designed and schtuff, plus his family!

I'll post his family designs when I'm done with 'em! [The parents will be posted first, then his brothers], if you wanna know more about em, you can ask! just add a [text] so i know that i don't have to respond with a drawing,, jesus im busy asf LMAO, they're an odd bunch of a Family

That's pretty much it! I'm more active in servers I'm in, like Riptide's Ember's Embrace and LittleThingsRae's The Crow's Nest , you'll catch me being active in lore drops, yap sessions, and or just in general insanity, AND YOU'LL SEE MORE ART. Most art isn't that worthy of being posted or I just forget to PFFT. Some are 'what ifs' or just designs of what I'm working on.

See ya around!

#nesias #updates #nesias update #nesias asks are open #yap sessions

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spooky-k1d · 2 years ago

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okay some basic dimension stuff for Squipverse just to maybe possibly avoid confusion at some point i hope to make a master post but for now

earth-93:

jeremy is spider man, 16-20ish years old over the course of the story

if you've seen ATSV, squip is sort of like Lyla though they're still in jeremy's brain

earth-4600:

jake is spiderman, 14-18 over the course of the story

this dimension's jeremy joins the storyline around after 1-2 years and he has a squip

earth-512:

spiderjere !!! no squip Apart of the main cast but still a more minor character to the story No decided age but probably around 16ish

earth-939:

spiderman squip !!! Nervous to drop the lore about this one cus its pretty self indulgent and idk how much im actually gonna talk about him but he wasnt bitten by a spider and became spiderman due to science !!! (like miguel o'hara in the comics But it wasnt an accident and he intentionally made himself spiderman)

same as earth-512 jere in that apart of the main cast but still a minor character

earth-55154:

jenna rolan spiderwoman !!! She's kind of like noir and is in a black and white style But she's a journalist

And btw my asks are open for this AU if u wanna ask me questions n schtuff I will do my best to answer (PLEASE ASK ME QUESTIONS I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT PLEAAASEEEE)

#squipverse #be more chill #bmc

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hazmaticalblue · 1 year ago

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uhhhh girl her name is kamryn and she's just more of an oc i use around friends n schtuff yeah if you want more on her just ask me i guess idk

i really need a nap rn

#madness combat #madcom #madcom oc #i feel cozy here on tumblr already!#digital art

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meowsod · 1 year ago

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the name's Kali, Gebura or just Charlie. i go by he/him pronouns and i just really like indie games, music and other niche things.

i'm a minor, so no weird shit please.

fellow yumedanshi and multishipper here, i have multiple F/O's but i'm sharing !!

i mainly yume Netzach [LoR/LobCorp], Roland [LoR] and Leon Von Alvensleben [KZ]

boundaries, other things.

this blog is unorganized, like, REALLY unorganized.

however, my art is often under the #my art tag.

most of my yapping is under the #kali screams tag, and so on!! i post and reblog whatever.

i don't have a proper DNI, however, i do not feel comfortable interacting if you;

- are a proshipper/anti-anti

- are below 15, please get off my blog and do your homework. there's better ways to spend time than stare at my incoherent ramblings.

please do take note that i block freely. no hard feelings.

some of the things i like :

- katana zero

- hotline miami (sort of dormant due to personal things. i just fell out of love with it enough to go bonkers, but u might see me reblogging fanart here and there.)

- slime rancher

- hello charlotte and other RPGmaker games

- vocaloid, UTAU, vocal synths

- smiling friends

not many fandom stuff is tagged either on this blog, but just know that i'm multifandom and my interests change a LOT

- project moon

- forsaken, maybe other roblox schtuff

other sites and accounts i'm active on!

linktree - has tons of accounts i haven't listed here.

toyhouse - oc things! if you wanna see them then here it is.

carrd.co - links, about me, whatever. might be outdated at times because i don't always update it.

strawpage - for the fun of it! you can send me art and asks there, just please don't be a freak of nature ^_^

strawpage (selfship) - exactly what it says on the tin !!

bird hellsite (hotline_charlie) - former place where i used to post art. abandoned.

bluesky - where i mostly post art and unrelated things now ! more active on there than Tumblr post wise

@hotlinecharlie - my tumblr artblog exclusively for posting art! or sometimes accidentally reblogging it :']

@yumezach - yume sideblog where i often post my beloveds!! (mostly netzach at the moment)

#masterlist thing #don't rb please

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foggyxrayspecs · 2 years ago

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Security Measures—Part 8: Cub, Alone

Summary: Cub has been captured by their original owners. Planning the extraction, Yelena finds there’s more on the line than usual.

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play

Word Count: ~2,300

A/N: The next couple chapters are going to get a tiny bit angsty. Back to fluff schtuff in Part 10.

Tip of the hat to @scarlettwlw for letting me borrow the Widow AU Yelena. (So very appreciated!!!)

All previous parts in pinned post

You slowly become conscious that you are face-down on cold concrete. After being tranquilized, waking is truly the worst. You shake your head to help clear your mind. Fuck! You pull yourself up and begin looking for Aurelia. You can’t see her. You squeeze your eyes closed and drag in the scents around you: draining waste and water, blood, sweat, food, vomit… You turn down all your enhancements. The noise, sights, and smells were all familiar, but no trace of Aurelia, no Mikhail. No Yelena. Good. They should not be here.

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[He] liked dogs because they could not conspire. They could not hide hostility, and they were not cunning. They did not lie awake at night planning to rob and murder other dogs. Treachery was beyond their scope.—Mario Puzo

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IN THE KENNEL

This isn’t the first time you’ve woken up in a new kennel with a new collar. You carefully pull yourself up to take in the enclosure. You seem to be in a cluster of twenty cages, with electrified bars and short platforms with bedding in various states of disarray. You don’t recognize the HK-9s nearby.

As your head begins to slow its spinning, you lean your temple against the cold concrete wall and feel the bile rise in your throat. You feel the strange collar around your neck with the back of your knuckles.

No, this wasn’t the first time you’ve woken up in a new kennel with a new collar, but you just… you just had hoped.

The sound of men walking through the alley between the cages echoed down from the right. Without moving your head, you look over to watch them approach, setting your jaw. Total emotional lockdown in five, four, three, two…

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She’s not coming.

You met the Reznikov veterinarian once, and he smelled like shitty cigarettes and dog biscuits then, too. It wasn’t a surprise to see him and his thin mustache, but it was a disappointment. Two family goons flank him as he stops in front of your cage door.

Upper Lipholstery wears a white lab coat and is on his cell phone. An older woman’s voice from the other side asks, “You’ve verified that no tracking chips were installed? No software changed?”

He looks at you, “the extraction team did not find any tracking devices, Doña. I’ll be making my examination shortly.”

The clipped voice says, “I want a full evaluation by the end of the day.”

“Yes, Doña, by the end of the day.” She hangs up on him, and the veterinarian shoves the phone into his slacks and pulls out a little black fob from the front pocket of his lab coat. He checks his watch. “Call and schedule with Yuri and Ksenia. We’ll need assistance to get the evaluations locked in this afternoon.”

He looks over at you. “Bring them,” he says to the goons, then presses down on a button on the fob, and your lights go out.

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You wake on your side, muzzle fitted tightly, arms clamped behind your back, and legs shackled to an examination table. Crustache was leaning over you and shining a light in your face. “That’s it. Come on back. You are in the medical bay of the main kennels.” He clicks off the ophthalmoscope, then rolls to a tray to drop it off and picks up another instrument.

“If the Doña wants a full workup,” the veterinarian said absently with his mouth open as he concentrated on examining your ear, “we’ll give it to her. Right, pup?”

“So, he did get around to naming you.” He taps his finger twice on your new cuff. You jerk it away for him as far as you can, which is less than an inch. “Bear. Fitting. I’ll update the record while we’re in there.”

You watch him connect the last of the leads to your scalp and chest. A floating monitor flashes in blue, and he looks over the initial readings, “Okay, what have we got?”

As he works through the various menus, he breathes loudly through his mouth, “I’m–I’m not seeing anything out of the standard code.” After several minutes, he gives up and looks at you. “Did they even do anything?”

If you could talk at that moment, you’d definitely say, “get fucked, Mouth Mirken.” You can only hope that your eyes will deliver the message.

He pulls off the leads, bundles them, and places them on the tray. He rolls back over to you, lacing his fingers together. “You are a very lucky pup. The Widows are incredibly ruthless. What did they want with you?” He pauses, then leans closer, and you pull back as far as you can. You don’t like the softness in his eyes. “Sometimes, I wonder what it’s like to be an HK-9–”

Blessedly, there’s a knock at the door, and he rolls away quickly. “Yes?”

One of the goons from earlier leans halfway into the room, “Yuri is ready for the first evaluation.”

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ONE OF THREE: OBEDIENCE

“Sit.” You sit.

“Down.” You lay down.

“Stay... Stand... Wait... Come... Place…” You work through each verbal and non-verbal command dully.

“Heel.” You look up at the new handler, then look away. There’s something within you that keeps you from executing the move. “Heel!” The handler pops the leash. Something that is protecting your loyalty to a blonde with green eyes. Something that didn’t feel right to be side by side working with someone who wasn’t your– “That’s a fail.”

The veterinarian looks at you, then back to the handler. “They were dialed in perfectly until the heel. I wonder if they didn’t recognize the command or your authority to give it?” The handler reddens and stumbles over his words.

Wispy raises his hand to cut him off. “Don’t worry about it. They are due at the small rotunda. Our intimacy specialist is waiting for their next eval.”

They drag the leash forward, and you walk in front of them into the corridor.

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TWO OF THREE: INTIMACY

They escort you to a room that reeks of stale sex.

The two goons direct you to sit on the floor.

A woman is there, clothed in a silk robe and reclining on a bed with freshly-changed sheets. She looks at you, pushing herself up. “Well, my, my, my…” She motions for the men to leave. They begin to protest, then fall silent when she gives them a stern look.

After they file out, she turns back to you, stands up slowly, and loosens the tie of her robe before rounding the corner of the bed.

“Hello, Bear.” Your eyes flick over to her. “My name is Ksenia, and I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” she breathes out.

“I just didn’t know you’d be so big, baby. You are just a monster, aren’t you?” She laughs. Your mouth pulls down. Ksenija reaches out to touch you, and you shrug your shoulder up to your neck, wiping her off.

“Aw, shy? I know something that you might like, baby.” She straightens and slowly hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and pulls them down. She smiles half-lidded and holds them out to you, dangling from one finger. “C’mere, baby.”

You grimace and twist your face away. You move back so that you are next to the door.

“Come here,” she says in English. You crowd the door, willing it to open. “Get over here, you fucking mutt. I want—” She moves close and reaches out to grab your collar, and you turn on her. If you hadn’t been muzzled, she would have been a few fingers short for her next manicure.

“Fuckin’ beast.” Ksenia beats on the two-way mirror. “Rachinsky, get ‘em outta here!!”

When Lip Foliage and the goons bring you back to the kennel, there is a small, undetectable smile beneath your steel muzzle.

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THREE OF THREE: PROTECTION

“ATTACK!”

You tear off the line with a deep growl and sprint straight toward the decoy. You forego the arm sleeve and barrel into the man, knocking in off-balance enough to follow up with a leg sweep.

Once he was on the ground—“OUT!”— you went for his throat, rooting under the protective levels—“OUT! OUT! OUT!”—until you found the edges and began to peel with your hand, readying your bite.

“What are you waiting for?! They’re not stopping! Take them down!!!”

Somewhere behind you the veterinarian presses the collar’s fob and the lights go out.

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She’s not coming.

“...We have evaluated the animal in question.”

You rally from your involuntary nap, opening one eye to see Crumb Catcher standing outside your kennel with an older woman. She watches you, her hands balancing on a black cane, her gaze cold and calculating.

“As you know, this one was acquired with Zarro’s last volunteer cohort before he was… retired. They entered the program at age 18 to redeem their family from debtors’ prison, then spent six months with Volkov, then transferred to spend two-and-a-half years with Zarro personally. Our family acquired Zarro’s holdings six months ago, and they were stationed with your son and served exceptionally until–”

“Until it counted,” the woman said.

“Just so, ma’am.” The veterinarian pauses just long enough to acknowledge the grief introduced to the space appropriately. “When we first acquired them, they were strong and stable. The willingness to please was incredible. What we have today is a different animal. They have failed all three evaluations. It is our opinion that they have, uhh, become ungovernable.”

“In less than a week?” She asked, surprised. She turns back to you and narrows her eyes, saying softly. “What did Melina and her spiders do to you?”

“Uhh, yes, Doña.”

After a moment, she says, “Prepare them for tomorrow night.”

“Ma’am?”

“We have two bouts scheduled for recording. I want this animal to face the champion.”

“M-Ma’am.” He swallows. “Fighting each other is not something they do naturally. This is something that we train them to do.”

“Rachinsky, I may have outlived my children and my husband. That means I, alone, hold the consolidated power of the Reznikovs. You have given your assessment. Now, I see a different purpose for them. This will be the truest test of Red.”

The veterinarian swallows, and he gives a respectful nod. “Yes, ma’am. It will be done.”

“Besides,” she looks through you. “The master is dead. I have no use for the dog.”

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IN THE KENNEL, NIGHTTIME

She’s not coming.

I must go to her.

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ACROSS TOWN, AT A WIDOW SAFE HOUSE

After fourteen hours of planning, Sonja convinces Yelena to sit and eat something. Sonja escorts her to her rack with a tray and orders her to rest, or it will endanger the mission. Only a handful of people in the world can say something like that to her and not leave with a knife wound—Sonya slips out of the room unscathed.

When alone, a coldness settles in her chest that Yelena hasn’t felt in a very long time. Like her core has frozen, she’s carrying a block of ice in her ribcage.

Yelena pushes on it a little. It’s not that she hates these enemies. That would affect her judgment. It’s not that she’s scared. Strange men have been trying to kill her since she was six years old. Sonja, Ingrid, Antonia, and Lerato will be on her strike team, with Oksana and Talia running interference with any animals. She couldn’t be more confident in their ability to accomplish this mission.

She huffs out a breath and tries to shift her thoughts. Over the last week, she’s been watching a series of HK-9 training videos online. She pulls up one that she’s been avoiding about handler testimonials. She takes a deep breath, settles on the bed, and presses the space bar to play.

Dustin (and Pearl): “We've got to the point when I just look at her, and she knows what she needs to do. I've picked up on her little mannerisms when she's found something or when she's excited. She's the best in the world. She's got my back, and I've got hers." Logann (and Astra): "It took us a little bit to get comfortable with each other, but I am obsessed with her now. I just love when she's by my side. She teaches me things day in and day out. I'm just fortunate that I lucked out with a good dog.”

Jenna (and Butler): “Even on my off days, I would go to the kennels just to hang out with him. Having this dog that was my responsibility made me want to be a better human.”

Yelena hums, unimpressed at the saccharine last confession. Her thumb hovers over the space bar to stop the video when vintage footage flashes up with an older handler and a similar-aged male HK-9. She continues watching.

Ben (and Charlie): “When I would get up, he would get up; when I would sit down, he would sit down; he was between me and everything else. That’s where he needed to be, between me and ‘danger.’ When he did something or said something in his way, it meant important things. And he only gave these things to me.” The dignified Ben breaks down in quiet tears. Yelena tosses the iPad to the side when a memorial reel of Charlie starts to roll. She clears her throat and shifts on the pillow, stretching to catch the reindeer toy as it almost falls off the side.

She sets the reindeer up on her belly, then plays with its little legs like it’s walking as she did on Cub’s back just two nights ago. She stops and stares at it. She’ll have Cub back in her bed within 24 hours, come hell or—no, just hell.

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