#crimial

[hivesfics]

ok wrote this half asleep and have never written for reid before because i’m not smart enough to so forgive me if this is ooc or dogshit

cw: nsfw under the cut, sub-ish spencer, calling him a good boy, face-sitting, reader is described as having a vagina but no pronouns or other descriptors used.

the only way you can get spencer to shut up after a long day, not that you don’t like hearing him talk, is to sit on his face and not let up until you’ve cum on his tongue at least twice.

even then, he’ll try to talk against your cunt. muttering praises to you as his tongue glides along your wet cunt. sucking and licking at your clit before pressing his tongue inside of you. his nose pressing just right against your clit.

“taste s’good.” you can vaguely hear him muffle against you.

it makes you laugh, raising your hips away from his face. he looks up at you, his eyes glazed over and pupils dilated.

“why—“ he whines and god is it a delicious sound.

“whole point of this is to get you to stop talking, honey.” you laugh again, feeling his hand try to pull your hips down again so your cunt is flush against his mouth again.

“please.” he begs, just a bit of pussy making his IQ rocket down to an all-time low.

you oblige, sitting back down. rocking your hips against his face this time, to which he moans like he’s the one being pleasured.

if you were on your back instead, you knew he’d be rutting into the mattress.

you cum a total of 4 times that night before lifting up off his face and collapsing beside him.

“now will you hush up?” you look over at him, watching as he rubs his jaw.

spencer nods, looking blissed out. he definitely did not cum in his pants just from the taste, smell, and sound of you.

“good boy.” you whisper before drifting to sleep.

[valentine-evenings]

remus: well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger

regulus: nietzsche?

james: no, kelly clarkson

[captain-wereduck]

Brain: Let's rewatch Mighty Nein!

Me: Ok, I'm stressed, they funny and hit all my fav tropes let's gooo

Brain: So when are we starting writing a crossover with Stargate Sg-1?

Me:... Surprisingly am still stressed

[little-diable]

Aaron: reprimanding a colleague

THIS MAN!! He has me in a chokehold, forever and always

[sweetkandiships]

Me when I open my big wet eyes and remember Lupin III 👁👁

[legoejmgoogoo]

In this OBMS series image, these two criminal minifigures are destroying and robbing a bank, out on the open! The security guard is just there being so helpless as this scene unravels! Hopefully the police shows up as fast as they can.

This is part of a series I have called "Off Brand Minifigures Scenes" where I take many off brand Lego Minifigures and putting then in certain scenes, based on their attire or appearance that go along with the series! You can view more in the gallery folder!

[starless-nightz]

The look of love

note -> I am NOT ready for act 3, I don't want Arcane to end :[[[

parts -> [part one] | part two

pairing -> Jinx X fem! reader, platonic! Isha X fem! reader

summary -> Jinx always believed that she would end up alone, she always did. That was until you and Isha came into her life and now she finally has something—someone—worth living for.

warnings -> none.

content includes -> just fluff.

Jinx didn't believe in happy endings. Not for her, not for anyone. Sure, people in Piltover might have them—their shining golden mansions and glittering dresses made them seem like they walked out of fairy tales. But here in Zaun? Happy endings were as real as unicorns, and Jinx would sooner blow herself up than believe in that kind of nonsense.

She had convinced herself she didn't care.

That was until you came along. And then later, Isha.

————

The first time she met you Jinx didn't think much about you. You were just another face in the crowd of Zaun, another person struggling to make it through the grime and smog. She’d been trailing through the streets, looking for some scrap or bauble to turn into her next explosive creation.

And there you were, crouched in some abandond alley with your hands tangled in wires, fiddling with some broken-down device. You didn't even look up when she stopped next to you, a hand resting on her hip as she watched you.

"Hey, you planning on blowing that thing up, or is it just me?

You jumped, your head smacking against the device. Groaning, you rubbed at your scalp and turned to glare at her. "What do you want?"

Jinx tilted her head. "Ooh, feisty. I like that." She crouched next to you, her eyes darting over your work. "What's this supposed to be?"

"Nothing you'd care about."

"Try me."

You let out a sigh, but humored her. "It's a transmitter. Or it's supposed to be. Trying to fix it so I can get in touch with someone topside. Supplies down here are running thin."

She knew should've walked away. Jinx never got involved with other people's problems. It was easier this way: to keep to herself and keep the world at arm's length, to keep her heart safe, she couldn't handle loosing anyone else.

But something about you made her want to stay, something about you made her want to get to know you better, to open up her heart to you.

"Supplies, huh? Tell you what," she said, standing and shouldering her gun. "You make that thing work, and I'll make sure nobody messes with you until then."

You blinked at her warily but curiously. "Why?"

Jinx shrugged, a lopsided grin spreading across her face. "Call it a hunch. You seem… fun."

————

That was the start. You didn't trust her that much at first—who would? Jinx was chaos in human form, a whirling dervish of energy and bad decisions that sane people crossed the street to avoid, not to mention a wanted crimial. But she kept her word. For weeks, she stuck around your jury-rigged workshop, chasing off the more common sorts of Zaunite pests.

And against your better judgment, you began to grow accustomed—and even attached—to her.

Jinx was actually good company when she wasn't blowing things up. She had a way of making you laugh, even when the transmitter refused to cooperate. Her stories—wild and half-believed—painted in the picture of a girl who hurt more often than she let on.

One night, with the both of you sitting on the rooftop of a crumbling building, she turned to you, her usual manic grin replaced by something softer.

"Why're you still here, anyway?" she asked. "Zaun's a dump. You could've gone topside ages ago."

You fumbled for words, gazing fixedly out across the glowing neon lights of the skyline. "Zaun's home," you said finally. "It's messy, yeah, but… it's mine. People up there wouldn't understand."

For once, Jinx didn't have a snappy comeback. She just nodded, the understanding in her eyes making your chest tighten.

————

Then came Isha.

Jinx had always been good at finding trouble, and it just so happens that a little girl fell on top of her while running away from bad men.

Jinx protected her, of course, the guys weren't even a match to her so it was incredibly easy. By the time the dust settled, the little girl was staring at her, wide-eyed and breathless.

"Yep, that's me." Jinx said as the two looked at the wanted posters of her, "You ever need to curse a sibling or a family or a society... my card." she said as she started walking away.

The little girl immediately followed her, trying her best to catch uo with her, her little eyes filled with amazement.

Soon Jinx was at your workshop with the little girl trailing behind her. You immediately noticed the two, raising your eyebrow as you glance between Jinx and the girl.

"She yours?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jinx shrugged. "I dunno. She just kinda started following meu."

You sigh, looking at the little girl then at Jinx. "Well, she's staying. She'll be safer with us."

Jinx didn't argue.

————

Months passed. The three of you became an odd little family, bound together by circumstance and something deeper that none of you could quite name.

You and Jinx spent your days scavenging and fixing whatever you could get your hands on, while Isha stood watch, her quiet presence a constant comfort, sometimes she would even help you two.

For the first time in a long while, Jinx felt something close to peace.

She would never admit to it, not even to herself, but she began to look forward to the moments when you'd smile at her, your laughter filling up the empty spaces in her mind. She loved the way Isha would hold onto her, a silent reminder that she wasn't alone anymore.

And then there was the way you looked at her.

Jinx had seen a lot of things in her life, but she'd never seen anyone look at her the way you did. Like she was more than just a ticking time bomb. Like she was worth something.

It scared her.

But it also made her want to be better. For you.

————

It was one of those nights when the city weighed heavier than usual. You were tinkering with a new device that aimed to channel Zaun's toxic air into something breathable. Jinx sat beside you, mimicking your actions but with one of her bombs instead as Isha layed her head in Jinxs lap sound asleep.

"Do you ever think about leaving?" You asked her, looking up to look at her.

Jinx froze, her fingers mid-twist. "What, like… Zaun?"

You nodded, not looking at her. "Yeah, starting over somewhere else. Somewhere quiet."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. The idea of leaving Zaun had never crossed her mind. This place was her hell, but it was also her home.

But then she looked at you, at the way the dim light caught the curve of your face, and she wondered if maybe, just maybe, there could be something more.

"I dunno," she said finally, her voice quieter than usual. "Maybe."

You turned to her, your expression soft but searching. "If you ever wanted to… I'd go with you, Isha would too."

Jinx's heart stuttered in her chest. She looked away, trying to mask the way her cheeks flushed. She looked down at Ishas sleeping form, her hands playing with the young girls fluffy hair.

"Yeah, well," she muttered, "don't go making promises you can't keep, alright?"

But the way you smiled at her made her wonder if you meant it.

————

The world didn't change overnight. It never does. But for Jinx, it didn't need to.

She had you. She had Isha.

And for the first time in her life, she thought that might just be enough.

Because when she looked at you, she saw something she never thought she'd have.

Home.

And that was worth living for.

[evilminji]

Having seen it several times... I Wonder (<.< )

Amity Lore has a protective barrier/timeout zone for Bad And Naughty invaders called The Suburbs.

Short little street. Nice-ish houses, fully stocked with food and electricity. Quiet. Alone...

*sweats in introvert*

O-Okay but listen. Here me out! *twitch*

Fffffuck capitalism, man! That sounds SOOTHING! Let me in! LET ME IIIIIIIN!!!

How do I convince the arguably sentient City I would like to go to The Quiet Street?

Is this a monumentally bad idea? Probably! NEVER give the sentient-non-human and Probably Eldritch city control of your life! It loves you but is incapable of understanding your human intricacies! I GET that!

....but it would be so soothing. My autistic ass would have to be DRAGGED out.

TEXTBOOK "jokes on you! I'm in to this shit!" Material. Endless, soothing, repetition broken only by what I create? No messes I have to keep track off? Don't have to keep track of paperwork or scheduling things?

If I can negotiate being able to come a go? I fuckin LIVE there now.

I'll just politely ask Amity to let the internet through. Keep MY corner or the repetitious hell barrier away from the part that has Dirty, Dirty Crimial Crime People's in it.

I haunt the walls now ( 👁 👁)

Hmmm? (👁 👁 )

Oh! HIIIII DAAAANNYYYYYYYY (👁 👁 )/ I haunt the walls now! Yeah, Amity says it's "rent" I just gotta stand on my front walk and Stare(tm) at The Feds when they drive in.

Yeah. In a bathrobe. Really creepy like. I think my bathrobes too nice. I need a really ratty one. Any tips? Gotta pull that real "horror movie" vibe, ya know?

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

[howlingday]

*Slaps leg*

Rwby Au: A Sly cooper thing but But Jaune is the Leader and Theif,Nora the Muscule and Driver, and Ruby as the Inventer and Hacker. They would have different Relationships than the Sly cooper gang. Like Nora x Jaune. I think Ruby should date the main detective after them. I think Penny would be neat. Weiss would work better probably. I don't know just a knee jerk idea from my Nora's Arc ask. They would only steal from Crimials and Corrupted leaders though.

I like this idea, but I'd like to tweak it a bit.

So, I actually saw another RWBY Sly Cooper AU with Ruby and I think Winter having a Sly/Carmelita relationship, so I'll stick with Ruby as the leader of the Ruby Rose Gang.

Ruby Rose is the leader, as previously stated, and the inheritor of the Robber's Rose, an ancient and secret relic intended for Silver-Eyed Huntresses like her, even though there's a current propaganda war going on to abolish freelance huntsman work. Unfortunately, on the night she was supposed to inherit this relic, her home was attacked, and her mother perished in the altercation. But it's not all bad, since it's where she met her best friends, Jaune and Nora.

Jaune isn't an orphan, but is the son of the Arc Family Foster Home, and spent a lot of team helping Ruby with hard brain stuff, like math and physics, though a lot of the experiments were done with him going hands-on. That doesn't make his efforts to build and improve weapons any less impressive.

Nora is an orphan and has been since her village was destroyed years ago. The village leader, Li Ren, offered to raise her with his son, but their home wasn't big enough anymore to support four people, even if two were children. So she left and met Jaune, a kinda gutless dweeb who was picked on a lot. That all changed when Nora stepped in and showed just what "girl power" was really all about! Since then, the two have been thick as thieves, which is fitting since Ruby had some plans for when she left the Arcs.

Now, with introductions out of the way, I'd like to talk a bit about story, if anyone is interested. Going along with the story of the first game, Ruby breaks into Atlas Headquarters to find a lead on what's known as "The Inner Circle". It is during this venture that she meets Specialist Penny Polendina, who says it's her duty to stop freelancers like the Ruby Rose Gang. Hunting down and besting The Inner Circle, Ruby makes it to Salem, whom she must defeat by teaming up with Penny. The second game story will also be the same with a new group of villains trying to bring Salem back from the dead, ending in a fight that cripples Jaune, Nora blaming herself, and Ruby giving herself up to Specialist Polendina.

Whatcha think?

[imashittalkingmushroom]

Okay, here's some notes for my Batjokes Hannibal au to go with the art

They'd still be working cases with the FBI-- Bruce is still an orphan. He still has a strong sense of justice. And more so, he is still very angry and very hurt about his parents murder. Him wanting to kill matches something closer to the comics, of wanting both that sense of control and revenge against crimials

And Jack, similarly, will be Bruce's psychiatrist.

His history, I think, is less murdery than Hannibals. One, because I think joker would care more for having his patients snap over 'one bad day' rather than ya know, killing and cannibalizing people

(So, like hannibal, he has a history with patients who are prone to violence) (He winds them up and watches them go)

And two, because I love the idea of Batman being Jokers becoming. Comics, is the acid vat, so in this AU, it's Jack meeting Bruce that pushes him to kill-- jack becoming obseesed and wanting to see Bruce understand him in a way no one else has, while also working behind the scenes to see if he can get Bruce to snap

It's about Bruce killing Jack, tho. Instead of them killing together like will and hannibal, the ending would be Bruce killing Jack. Because. In the comics. Yeah. you get it.

Like, can you Imagine? Jack: How would you do it? Bruce: ... with my hands. And Jack is sitting there with stars in his eyes because that is a confession of love right there

its basically an AU where Joker gets bruce to snap.

Also, joker interfering with the few times Bruce does decide to kill a criminal because he wants to be Bruces First. because your first time should always be special.

my other thing only has five notes but I am begging people to see the vision here

[paeliae-occasionally]

Character Crime Bingo.

Thanks @darkandstormydolls for the tag!

I did this bingo for Marsh (red) and Xaeren (Yellow)

Some interesting mentions: Marsh has never committed manslaughter. He has only ever killed when he has intended to. Xaeren has only ever killed one person accidentally. He considers murder to be wasteful.

There are no cars or internet, so no cyber crime or DUI.

These two tend to commit crime for fun or work rather than necessity, so tend away from thievery as it would not really benefit them.

Here is the blank template:

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks, @drchenquill, @poethill, @the-letterbox-archives, @the-golden-comet,

@somethingclevermahogony, @honeybewrites and @mk-writes-stuff. And an open tag to anyone reading this!

I would love to see your crimials!!

[kal-down]

Brief vent, because I have to get this thing off my chest. As an italian, I hate when any form of media romanticizes mafia. Especially italian mafia.

I see people drooling over male LIs that are criminals, I see a crimial family being idealised because they are so protective and loving, the concept of honor and pride. And then I think about all the families, shops, lifes destroyed by mafia. About the terror that makes people keep their lips shut about the evil that corrupts our country. About the numerous attacks against the magistrates, judges, prosecutors when the State dared to bring mafia to trial.

Do you know what mafia is famous for in italy? Melting a child in acid. After two years of captivity. To send a message to all the ex mafia members who, like his father, started collaborating with the police.

Absolutely nothing is romantic about mafia.

[gwenyn28]

Since a lot of people have pointed this out, I gave that theory a bit more of a thought and... well...

Maybe it is true that they recycled the storyline they had for Buck and Natalia in mind and used it for Buck and Tommy.

We know that there was something planned for them but it fell through because Annelise was not able to come back to the show due to other obligations.

And honestly, this whole storyline would fit pretty much for Natalia, the death doula. Because the topic was mainly a dead corpse and a curse.

What is a death doula? It is a person who assists in the dying process much like a midwife who is there while giving birth. They are there to help the families of the deceased to cope with the death of their beloved. That they will recognize it being sth natural and also a part of life.

Let's think about Billy then. He was an outlaw. A crimial. Who had a rough life and was not treated properly after he died. He was not buried and was passed along between a circus, rodeo and whatnot. He could not find peace.

That would fit so good to Natalia's backstory or better her profession because she helps people accept death and also helps them during the dying process.

It actually sounds quite plausible that this story was written for them. Yes, some things would have been needed to be different because in season 7 there was no Halloween. I am sure they had a different way of Buck getting in contact with Billy to start that story for him and Natalia.

For me, the more important thought it... if this is true and they really recycled the storyline... did they recycle all of it?

Because in that screenshot from an interview given by Tim in March you can see that this relationship between Buck and Natalia would have ended due to that planned story.

We know so far that in the next episode there will be some truths coming to light and "unexpected hurdles" in the relationship between Buck and Tommy.

Does it have to do with the curse storyline? We don't know yet. And actually, it is not that important. Because they probably had to adjust it so that it would fit the timeline and the new love interest.

But... all in all, maybe this is still the direction the story will take and it will be another nail in the coffin of the Buck and Tommy relationship.

That this story (no matter in what capacity it is played out on screen) would be the end of Buck's current relationship.

If... and really IF they parallel what they had in mind for Buck and Natalia with what they now gave Buck and Tommy.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

I Can Feel You

Summary; Beau Arlen x Fe!OC (or reader if you wish) -> Agent Sandy Fletcher is brought to Montana to help on a case.

Warning: Swearing, Violence (crimial minds level - not a tie in), mentions of tortue, fluff (kinda) towards the end, angst.There is also an SPN reference if you can spot it.

They had plastered her as a rookie. Made it out that she didn’t know much but she knew just over the normal amount to pass every test in the field. 

By the gods were they wrong. 

Agent Sandy Fletcher arrived in Montana in the early hours of Thursday morning. She was picked up by Deputy Poppernak who kept her both entertained and up-to-date on the case at hand. 

She had been given her orders by her Chief. He wanted her away from town for a while. And, even though he wished that he didn’t have to, he needed to. Sandy needed out of Oregon. At least for a while. 

“Tell me, is your Sheriff as talkative as you?”

Popp blushed a little. “Sorry. I’m talking too much.”

Sandy smiled. “Oh, no. It’s nice. The people I’m usually with don’t speak more than two words a day.”

Popp went on to explain a few things about Sheriff Beau Arlen and his deputy Hoyt. “I’ve heard good things so far.” Sandy assured Popp. 

By the time she arrived at her home for the following however-many weeks, Sandy managed to grab a few hours of sleep before heading into the station at 8am. 

And they got straight onto the case. 

A double act. Childhood friends turned into a serial killer duo. They’d kidnap the helpless and weak, keep them alive for a few days but in the meanwhile make them wish they were dead until finally…they’d grant the victim one final wish. 

To let them die. 

It was better than going through the pain again and again and again. 

But it was two weeks after Sandy had joined the team and was with Beau, Denise, Cassie and Jenny that she was taken from them. 

The duo had been watching Denise’s house the entire evening, waiting for someone to come outside alone and be distracted long enough to be taken out. 

It just so happened to be Sandy. 

She had offered to take out the trash since Denise had cooked, Cassie and Jenny were handling the pots and Beau was clearing the dining room. 

But after 5 minutes, Beau popped his head outside from the backdoor to shout Sandy back inside. 

“She still not back yet?” Beau had smiled as he entered and Jenny took the stacked plates from his hands. 

“Wonder if she got lost?”

Beau chuckled and popped his head around the door. “Hey, Sandy! You get lost?”

But then nothing. 

Not a single thing. 

“Sandy?”

Beau looked back inside, the other three growing a little more concerned. “Sandy?”

Beau walked outside and around the corner cautiously. 

On the floor was the trash bag open, pouring its contents onto the grass whilst the lid was thrown across the lawn. 

“Hoyt!”

Jenny shot outside of the door and came to his side. “Where is she?”

Three sets of footprints. Sandy’s and two others. 

They’d got to her. 

Storming inside the station, Beau gave out his instructions to his officers, giving Hoyt things to follow up on and asking Cassie to keep Denise by her side at all times. 

“We don’t know how long they’d been watching us but I’m gonna guess the whole night.”

“Beau?”

“I need every officer reporting back to either myself or Hoyt. You go out in pairs. You do not-”

“Beau?”

“Separate from your partner-”

“Beau!” Poppernack shouted, finally catching his boss’ attention. “Look.”

Popp picked up the remote on his desk and cast the live tape from his inbox to the Tv screen. 

Sandy. 

She was out cold. A single lightbulb was somewhere, lighting her up just enough for them to all see the damage that had been done. 

She had blood dripping from her nose, cuts across her cheeks and collar bone. She had bruises around her eye but they’d hit her so it wouldn’t swell up. 

They wanted the station to know it was her. 

Everyone watched in silence, waiting for something to happen.

“It’s live, too. They’re streaming it but I can’t get a location.”

“Keep trying.” Beau was holding back every emotion he could so he simply sounded deflated. His eyes never once left the screen, even as he walked the few steps towards a desk to sit against it. 

Popp nodded and continued to try and find her. 

For a few moments, nothing happened and then a groan. 

Slowly, Sandy was coming around. Her head felt heavy and her neck was sore. How long had she been out?

Squinting her eyes due to the light, she finally managed to find some strength again and then she saw him. 

Sandy closed her eyes and groaned. “Oh, it’s you.”

“You’re still alive I see?”

“I’m guessing you were expecting a different ending.”

The guy behind the camera stood up. “Perhaps.”

“What is it with villain's being so vague in their answers?” Sandy questioned. “You never just get straight to the point. You have to make a whole song and dance about it and even then you don’t get to your point!”

A loud smack came across her cheek. Her hair covered her face but opened up the back of her neck for the camera to see yet another cut and taser markings. 

“Well, aren’t you just the perfect gentleman?” Sandy looked back up to him. 

Sharply, he yanked at her hair and placed another hand under his chin harshly. 

“I wouldn’t speak to me like that if I were you, Alexandra.”

“Don’t call me that.” Sandy gritted. “You’re not my mother.”

“It’s your name, though? Isn’t it? Alexandra Fletcher. Special Agent. Only child- well, that’s not exactly true. Is it?”

Sandy laughed. “What? You been looking through my family’s medical records again? Wasn’t smart enough to become a doctor to get them legally so you stole them? That it? Oh, your parents must be so proud.”

He sharply gripped at her throat again. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Didn’t know this was your angle. Always thought this was Ernie’s method.” Sandy continued. 

“What’s she doing? She’s going to get herself killed!” That was the main comment coming from the officers until Beau shushed them all. 

“Where is Ernie by the way? I thought you two were attached by the…” Sandy looked down a little. “You know? Everything.”

He placed more pressure on her throat but before she felt herself begin to pass out, Ernie walked inside. 

“Let her go. I want to have some fun with this one. She’s special.”

“Thanks.” Sandy steadied her breathing. “Last person who called me that was my 5th grade teacher.”

“Humor? Is that your distraction?”

“More of my entertainment than anything.” Sandy shrugged. “The Sesame Street writers have really gone down the drain since they replaced some of the acts.”

Ernie threw back his head in a laugh as he picked out his tools. “Ha! Let me guess? We’re Bert and Ernie?”

“Congratulations, you have fucking ears. You mom must have been so proud when you finally listened to her.”

“Oh, she was. She asked me to kill her neighbor for her. The dog kept shitting in our garden.” He explained before lowering his top half to be eye-level with her. “Just one thing? Why Bert and Ernie?”

“Well…I’ve read your files. And you both seem to have this…ooh, what’s the word?” It hit her. “Codependency. Well, one of you does.” Sandy whispered before gesturing over to Bert. 

Ernie smiled. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

Ernie’s face changed, no surprise to Sandy and he swiped his knife across her as he distracted her by punching her gut. 

“Your folks ever tell you it’s not nice to beat on girls?”

“Pops encouraged it, actually. Said women needed to know their place in society. Thinking. Having an opinion. It wasn’t right.”

“Do you believe that?”

Ernie shrugged. “Not really. I have met some extraordinary women along the way.”

“Who you’ve killed along the way?”

“Most.”

“What about him?” Sandy nodded over to Bert. 

“Oh, he'd be too afraid of them to try.”

“Seems pretty confident to me.” Sandy argued. “I mean, he had me shaking in my boots before you came in here.”

“I’m sure he did.”

Beau and some more of the officers continued to watch in silence whilst Jenny stood over Popp’s shoulder, trying to find a location on Sandy. 

Beau’s eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of him looking for any sign or hint for where she might be. 

She couldn’t be that far. She’d only been gone 3 hours - although it felt longer. 

And clearly, they’d had tied for a while. 

“Where are you, Sandy?”

“Do you have anything you’d like to say? Perhaps to that Sheriff of yours?” Ernie now asked as he circled her before finally leaning down behind her. “I saw how he was looking at you at dinner.”

Sandy rolled her eyes, “Oh, brother.”

“Now, I might not be the best expert but even I know when a guy is into you.”

“Why? Did you catch yourself in the mirror when checking Bert out?”

Ernie gave a harsh, fake smile. “Funny,”

“Oh, no. Please. Do continue.” Sandy’s voice was laced in sarcasm as she watched Ernie walk away. 

“You laugh, but I guess…part of you hopes I’m right.”

Sandy didn’t say anything but simply shot him a look of slight confusion for him to continue. 

“Because I also saw how you looked at him?”

“And how did I look at him?”

Ernie turned around and lent against his weapons table as another blade sat comfortably in his hands. “Like you’d do anything for him.”

Sandy thought about it for a moment. “Hhm, maybe. But he is my colleague so…maybe not anything.”

“Please, you were planning your wedding invitations.”

“Actually, it was our joint grave stone.” Sandy corrected. “Much like you with your very own partner in crime. I mean, there is a lovely plot of land for you out in the field. I mean, watching the stars from the little pond by that old willow tree? It would be very peaceful.”

“Sounds like you’ve found your own resting place.”

Sandy smiled, “Maybe.”

She could only hope that Beau or someone caught onto what she was saying. 

And he did.

Beau gave the order and after a final few minutes, they’d found the spot. 

For any main road, it would take just over an hour. 

“Okay, I need squad cars, Popp take Alpha,” Beau then pointed to a few more officers and gave them their orders. 

“Stream this to my phone.” Beau told Popp and the moment they got into Beau’s car, Jenny turned up the volume. 

“Is she okay?”

“I think.”

“You think? What do you mean-”

“Beau, she’s okay.” Jenny assured him. “She’s just sitting there watching them.”

“Okay.”

“She’ll be okay, Beau.” Jenny reassured him. “She’s tougher than we think.”

Beau couldn’t talk. He just nodded and pressed his foot on the gas. 

By the time they arrived, Beau and the others all switched off their headlights and sirens as they got closer to the barn. 

Once the SWAT and officers were surrounding the building, SWAT kicked down the door and they all entered. 

If Beau wasn’t so determined, the sight he was met with, he would have frozen. 

SWAT took care of the serial duo whilst Jenny searched the rest of the barn for evidence to further the conviction. 

Beau searched around the place before finally reaching Sandy, holstering his gun and leaning down. 

“Beau Arlen,” Sandy smiled in a weak laugh. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Beau smiled as he quickly untied her and let her rest her weight against his arms as he helped her stand. 

“Could say the same for you, Sweetheart.”

Sandy smiled weakly as he took her in his arms and helped her walk outside to the medics. 

“Are you sure you can walk?”

“Beau, I have been through this a million times. I’m fine.”

As much as Beau would have once upon a time pushed her comment aside, he couldn’t. “What?”

“I’ll explain later, can we just..hurry?”

By the time Beau helped her out and got her to the medics, she was being rushed into hospital. 

“They haven’t cut too deep. I should only need a couple of stitches.”

“Try 30.” The paramedic said in response. “Maybe more.”

Beau gave Sandy ‘that’ look but she just rolled her eyes. “What?”

“How can you be so calm about this? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Beau, I told you I’m fine.”

And she said the same when he finally was alone with her in her medical room once her nurse had finished the final stitches. 

“You keep saying you’re fine-”

“Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?”

“Sandy.”

“Beau.” She copied his tone. 

Then he gave her that look again. 

And she folded. 

“Okay. So maybe the reason I was sent here wasn’t just to help out.” Sandy explained. “There had been a few incidences, back in Oregon. I worked a couple of cases in the Organised Crime Unit and - long story short - they found me. Tied me up in their grandmother’s basement and said if I didn’t join them I’d be…swimming with the fishes, if you will.”

“But this isn’t on-”

“My record? I know. It’s for highly classified officials to know, only.” Sandy nodded. “It was both for my protection, should any of the family somehow make their way into the databases and for any future employers I may have. Being tortured by a crime boss isn’t exactly something that would sell when trying to get a job in law enforcement.”

“When did it happen?”

“A few years back.”

“And have you-”

“Received counseling? Yeah. Just over 18 months and now we talk every couple of months.”

Beau nodded and hung his head. “Beau? Look at me?”

Beau looked up. 

“I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m okay.” Sandy assured him in a soft voice. She reached out and took his hand. “Can you feel me? I can feel you.”

Beau squeezed her hand lightly. “I can feel you.”

Beau then pulled her into a tight hug which she gave back just as tight. He almost lost her tonight and yet she had been acting like nothing had happened. 

But, just as Beau’s arms began to relax around her, Sandy’s arms tightened. 

“Not yet.”

It was only two words, but Beau knew. Beau knew she was falling. That she was about to collapse beneath the weight of everything that had just happened. 

Eventually, Sandy let go and moved back to wipe her eyes. “When these pain meds wear off, I might need your help. I love Denise but she scares me.”

Beau nodded. “Oh, me too.”

Sandy smiled. “Thank you for finding me.”

“Thank you for telling me where you were.”

[mondstaub1]

Pjo Fanfiction idea

A Nico & Reyna fic (NOT as a ship) based on the scene in BoO where Nico protects Reyna from Bryce.

AU. Where Nico is a prince and Reyna a war general. Octavian and Bryce are under Reynas comand but plot against her. They find out she killed her father as a young girl and together with some plotting and false allegations arrest her for patricide and treason.

Prince Nico DiAngelo stared at the file in his hands, making sure the words he had just read were truely written there. Apparently one of his fathers most affected war generals was arrested for very serious crimes. Reyna Avila ramirez arellano was accust of killing her father and commiting treason by... he sight Octavian. Of course, how he managed to pull that stunt Nico didn't know but he wouldn't belive a word that mad man said. He read the file again. It said that Octavian had requested a puplic trail and suggested the death sentence. From what little he had seen from both of them this seemed more of a way to openly humiliat and kill Reyna then any display of real justice. Something about the whole thing seemed off to him, he decided to take a closer look at the situation in person.

Reyna struggled against the chains that bound her as Bryce tore off her armor. Octavian watched it all from the other side of the bars and she wished nothing more then to ripe both of them apart. She had no idea how all of this had happened but she knew why. Octavian wanted her post, he was delusunal and wanted to selfishly earn glory. False glory covered in the blood of innocents. Something he couldn't get as long as she was in comand. How Bryce learned of what had happened with her father Reyna didn't know but the fact that he knew, that both of them knew and were planning to make the most traumatic and shameful event of her life public made her feel ill. "I have sent a request for trail to the king", Octavian said mockingly, "hopefully we don't have to wait long. After all such serious carges for such a high renced member of the military... the king will want to have it resolved quickly." Bryce laught and hit her so hard in the stomach she finched away in pain. "I can't wait for everyone to hear about your little secret", the told her with gleeming eyes, oh how he enjoyed this. To humiliat her, to distroy her reputation and everything she worked for. All over something she did to protect herself as a child and made up allegation of treason they all knew she would never commit. Reyna tried not the let her inner turmoil be seen, "You won't get away with this", she growled but the other two just laught. "Oh Reyna", Octivian giggled as he came closer, "don't you see? We aren't doing anything wrong. We only want to put a crimial in their place." She spat at him, grinning in sadisfaction at his angry scowl, it made the slap he gave her worth it. "Careful Reyna, we need you alive till the trail but not unharmed", the blond said before turning to Bryce, "have fun." Reyna's blood ran cold.

Nico had arrived at the military base the next day, just before sunset. He demanded to speak to Octavian and the man goes on and on about "No one saw such a thing coming", when Nico asked about the allegations against Reyna. When he asked to speak with her in person whoever the blond began to act even stranger and Nico knew something was seriously wrong. Later after escaping Octavians presents Nico went to the cells to speak with the General but stopped in his tracks when he heard a scream. The young prince snuck closer and what he saw made hot furry run through him. A man stood over Reyna, who was tied down. She looked like a wild beast had attacked her, her hair was disheveled and unevenly cut, her body was covered in shallow cuts and dark bruses and her clothes were ripped to shreds. He recugnized the "beast" that stood there with a blade in hand laughing and demanding that she beg for mercy. A man who had commited enough crimes and should already be gone. Nico had seen enough. Silently he pulled his blade and before Bryce could hurt Reyna again, he was dead. Nico turned towards the chained girl, now that the danger was gone. Reyna was barely concious, her lips bleeding and dry from lack of water, her eyes red and bloodshot from lack of sleep. He stepped closer but before he could free her of her restrains she fainted.

When Reyna woke up she found herself no longer in a stinking cell but in a soft featherbed. She looked around a few meters away sat her prince. Nico DiAngelo was sitting in an armchair, going through files, seemingly not having noticed that she was awake yet. Unsure of what to say she cleared her throat, making him look up. Worry and relive flashed in his eyes. "You should drink somehing", he pointed to the water on the nightstand. Eagerly she drank as she hadn't gotten much water in the time of her imprisonment. When she reached out to grab the gass the banket fell off her and revealed bandages over all her wounds, a strong smell of healing salve filled her nose. Someone had taken her to the healer. The last thing she remembered was Bryce beating her and demanding she beg him to stop. Well who was easy enough to guess but why was the prince even here? As if he could read her mind Nico answered: "I came to speak with you in person about the accustions Octavian made. When I demanded to see you, Octavian tried to talk me out of it so I investigated and well... I couldn't let that man torture you." Reyna did not know what to say, the prince was her savior but could still become her judge and executioner. "I have never commited treason my prince. I swear it", she said honestly. He looked at her for a few secunds in silents before saying: "I belive you" she wanted to sigh in relive but that was not the only crime she was accust of. "But you aren't denying that you killed your father?", he asked. Reyna toke a breath, she owned him the truth, not only because he was her prince but he had saved her life, given her a chance to tell her side of the story. She would not throw that away. "I won't deny what I did", she confessed, "I did what I had to do. My father was not a kind man and my sister and I- it was our only chance to survive. Someone was going to die and I decided that it wasn't going to be me." There she said it, her darkest secret was out in the open for him to judge. The prince would have every right to call in guards and have her dragged back into her cell. But he did no such thing, instead he just nodded. "I understand", he mumbled before meeting her eyes, "but others might not. Patricide is not really a crime most can excuse even when they would call it justice if the blow came from anyone else." Again he was right and they both knew it. "What will now happen to me?", Reyna could not help but ask. It didn't sound like was was sentencing her to death but still-. "Does anyone else know what happened?", he asked. Reyna shock her head, she didn't even know how Octavian had found out, she told him as much. "I do not wish to punish you but it would be better to get you away from here for a while", he said. Reyna bowed her head in submission till he continued: "We could need a new master of the guard at the castle if you're intrested."

[rzyraffek]

Imagine the reader gets swooped by a magpie or watch the reader torturing a cockroach because it came in the room

THIS CAN BE FOR JOHN THE MAN, BRAHMS, STU AND BILLY AND YEAH

(She / her ) pronounce

If your wonder why I said magpie I’m Australian lol

THIS CAN BE HEADCANON IF YOU WANT TO

Love your work :D ( I wrote this at a late time sorry lol )

OM SO SORRY BY LIKE MONTH DELAY I KINDA WROTE IT WGOLE AND FORGOT TO POST IT???? IDK! ALSO VEFORE I SFART I NEED TO INFORM YOU ALL THAT MY MOM GAVE ME SUPER FLUFFY FUR-LIKE BED SHEETS AND NOW OM IN HEAVEN OKAY BACK TO FIC! Request open check blog for more info!!!

Austarian s/o and Slasher being silly goofy ahh

Hush men (autocorrect changed it to ben💀)

They were just walking thrue forest, epic romantic atmosphere and all

They were playing around and s/o run away from him (not like super away, like 10meters maybe) and she was like "ayo watch this-" she didnt finish cuz huge fucking magpie just flew into her head, s/o instantly fell face first on ground "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH i mean honey are you alright" "ouch:( why u laughing" "i did not laugh" (he is gaslighting her, he in fact haha'ed)

Oneday he was vibing playing c.o.d ( he seems like guy Who would play cod) and hear little giggles from bedroom, "honey whats so funny" *s/o torturing cockroach* "I-🧍" "!!! I have been spotted!!*runs away giggling🚶‍♀️*

Brahms

When she was in garden taking care of plants he was watching from window(go touch some grasss!!!!) And when she tried to get up(she was crouching) Bird tried to fly above her head, well it didnt expect her to just get up so fast, so basicily she just hit Bird with her head. Brahms was just🤨😟

Bird fell on ground but it jusu screeched something that sounded like language of gods and fley away

Brahms is spooked of rats, so I assume he is spooked of bugs too

He will go :D yay no mor bug to realisation D: theres bug!!! Nuiii aaaa 1bug=more bug!! Aaaa

Bros panics more than me when I get new DM on discord

Pls kill it fast and get rid of it asap!!!

Stu Macher

Man will join tortures

Cold heart he has, exept for her, for her he is💖😊🥰😍

He wont touch cockroach but he will bully it mentaly (making fun of cockroach stu enjoys)

If she gets swooped by magpie he will record it and tell all his friends

BONUS ROUND Asa Emory (cuz I love Asa)

Man loves bugs so when he sees her tortuing one hes like😨 "ohno nonono you stop that!!" "See Asa?? Thats you if u wont to dishes >:)" "ohlourd *speedruns to kitchen*

He was probably taking her on romantic walk thrue park, they sat on bench, he gave her the neckless she wanted for weeks now! She put it above her head to put it on and some magpie just whooped her head and stole it (som birds love shiny)

Lucky the crimial was found and neckles was given back

No mor gifts in parks!!