#detective harry

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Ambitious risk, dangerous consequence.

Warnings: torture of reader, blood, gore, detective! Harry, trainee cop! Y/n, gun violence, knife crime, angst, near SA

Synopsis: y/n wants to help her boyfriend, Harry, catch the main suspect in a act of violence and so she without harry’s knowledge goes under cover.

You were a trainee cop for your city and country, you didn’t do the tough business but your boyfriend- Harry did. He was a detective and did all the undercover business and kept the city safe and secure, he was truly a hero in your eyes. However lately he had been more stressed than usual, you knew briefly of what was wrong but whenever you brought it up he would get very argumentative and upset and so you simply decided to back off from mentioning anything about his work.

However you couldn’t quite remain silent, he had come home that night visibly tired, dark bags under his eyes and he was in a pissy mood “Harry why aren’t you answering me?” You asked pain in your tone as you stared at the love of your life, you adored him but hated seeing him so… riled up. Something was bothering him but he wasn’t letting you in. He was pushing you out “H, please” you lightly touched his shoulder but he brushed you off walking away as he ran a hand through his curly hair. “Just stop it, y/n please. I’ve had a tough day and I’m exhausted. Can we not talk about work? Please” he said and you stared at him your jaw falling ever so slightly “I didn’t even mention work, harry” you said sadly and he sat down on the couch grabbing the remote “you’re hinting at it, y/n. I’m not stupid. I can see the look in your eyes… you want to know about the case but I’m not letting you know.” He snapped, his words harsh and you stared at him a little bit confused as you let out a soft concerned sigh “Harry I just want you to be okay.” You said and he turned on the tv not listening to you, obviously blocking you out and you sighed closing your eyes. You didn’t like seeing him so stressed, he had been like this for a long time and you being the concerned girlfriend that you were got in contact with his friend as well as your friend, asking about the case and he happily answered you. Giving you all the information you needed but Harry didn’t know that, of course he didn’t.

“Matteo Dickson.” You suddenly said Harry’s body tensing as he didn’t dare look at you, his grip on the remote control growing stronger as his breathing shook ever so slightly “suspect in five individual shootings, two knife crime incidents and multiple other things.” You continued, you knew you were pushing your luck but you needed him to know he could talk to you “what” he said the tv muted as he stared at you, the silence was thick- the tension in the room growing so much so you could’ve easily cut it with a knife “how’d you know? How did you find out?” He asked and you stared at him sadly “I’m sorry Harry, I was worried for your well-being. I spoke to Callum. He gave me all the information.” You explained calmly a sudden rage forming in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before as he sprung out of his chair his frame towering over you “what the fuck y/n? What the actual fuck? That is a breach of confidentiality!” He yelled his hands clenched and you stared at him “I know, harry-“ “NO! You don’t know anything! You’ve now been brought into the whole picture… I’ve been trying to keep this case far away from you!” He exclaimed his anger turning into what seemed like fear. “Why?!”

“Because I don’t want you getting killed by him! He’s targeted rookies like you… the rookies who knew him he killed because he could! And he got away with it because he left no trace! Is this what you wanted to hear y/n?! The fact that I didn’t want to share this information with you because I didn’t want to be attending your funeral next!” He yelled, fists clenched by his sides as he stared into your eyes, you gazed into his letting out a shaky breath. You didn’t say anything you simply wrapped your arms around him holding him close as you rubbed up and down his back slowly and gently “he won’t do anything to me… I promise.” You whispered to him quietly before pressing a kiss to his cheek “you wouldn’t let that happen anyway” you said softly and he forced a small smile, visibly upset about the whole situation but it would all burn out eventually… “just promise me you’ll look after yourself.” He said softly and you looked into his eyes cupping his cheek in your hand as you smiled softly “I promise.”

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A few weeks had gone by now, Matteo was still on the loose and Harry was even more tense. He was unhappy. This case was dragging him down and it had been doing that for far too long and it was getting to the point you were prepared to take it into your own hands, and well you’d do anything for Harry even if that meant risking your own life… you’d do anything and everything for him. You’d die for him. You’d jump in front of a train for him… he was your reason to live and survive. You wanted to repay him back and help him feel more secure about this case and after a while of thinking you decided you were going to help Harry feel more secure… you were going to go undercover.

Before you left the house you left Harry the leftover lasagna you had made in the fridge, you didn’t want him getting suspicious once he got home- besides on his night shifts he often came home to leftovers in the fridge so it would hopefully throw him off your trail. You got into your car, drove to the police station with nothing but confidence. You were going to fix this. You had spoken to Callum again, much against Harry’s orders to not talk to him and Callum had explained how they had an insight into where he was. He was apparently hosting a party. What better way than to disguise as a party goer and take Matteo down yourself... it would make Harry less paranoid, less anxious- less unhappy. You got out of your car making your way into the station, Callum awaiting at the desk, a plastic bag on the desk in front of him “y/n” he greeted and you smiled “hey, thank you for doing this for me i appreciate it” you said and he shook his head “no, thank you. You’re gonna possibly take this jackass down.” He said smiling and you nodded happily. “Oh bet your ass I’m gonna take him down.”

“Okay so in the bag is your outfit, a ear piece which we will talk to you through if you need to make a quick exit and you also have a pocket knife in there too” he explained and you nodded taking the bag “okay, great.” You smiled warmly before making your way into the girls bathroom as you immediately began changing your clothes, you slipped on the skimpy red glittery dress, popping in the ear piece into your ear and slipping the pocket knife into your boot. Maybe this was risky but you’d risk it all for Harry. For your city. For your country. You smoothed your hands over your dress checking yourself out in the mirror before running your fingers through your hair making sure your hair covered your ear so the clear ear piece was hidden from any lingering eyes, you then made your way out into the office again as Callum turned to look at you “you look great… you ready?” He asked and you grinned “ready as I’ll ever be.”

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“Babe I’m home!” Harry called making his way into the house, kicking his shoes off as he placed his bag down onto the floor “I got take out… your favourite” he said, not realising he was talking to nothing but the air. He walked into the kitchen placing the bag of take out onto the counter top as he sat down on the table, maybe you were asleep? He decided not to go bother you and that he’d save you your food for breakfast. The house was quieter than usual and that weirded him out quite a bit, it was never usually this quiet. He could oftentimes hear the tv upstairs if you were asleep as he knew you couldn’t sleep without the sound of something playing but it was silence. He had a horrible gut feeling and so he dropped his fork onto his plate, standing up as he wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue before making his way towards the stairs “y/n! You up here?” He jogged up the stairs stopping just outside yours and his shared bedroom before he carefully pushed the door open not wanting to disturb you “babe are you-“ but he fell silent as he saw an empty bed, no sign of you and his heart sank… “shit… shit.. shit.” He pulled out his phone as he began to call you over and over again, but you didn’t answer. He tried not to freak out but he knew something wasn’t right.

The car was sat parked outside of the large building, lights flashing underneath the door as loud music thudded loudly. “Okay good luck y/n… go careful and just make sure he doesn’t catch onto you okay? And remember your pocket knife.” He said and you nodded “I will.”

You sighed shakily, stepping out of the car as you made your way to the big door, pushing it open as you walked in, the room reeked of alcohol and other substances sweaty bodies dancing against each other but you ignored that making your way through the busy crowd your eyes searching the room frantically for Matteo until your eyes landed on him and what you weren’t expecting was the fact he was staring straight at you. You turned your head “eyes on the target” you murmured, the wire under your dress capturing everything you said “okay good… keep going y/n you’re doing great.” You didn’t bother responding as the second you looked back to where he was he was gone, you silently cussed glancing around some more to try and get eyes on him again but a sudden tap on your shoulder grabbed your attention and you turned around “hey, thanks for coming to my party” his voice was chilled, light and somewhat happy. You couldn’t believe the fact that this was all happening… it was too good to be true “of course… Matteo right? Such a pleasure to meet you” you said beaming and he nodded his eyes seemingly searching the area before he looked back down at you “how about we go somewhere more private? I’ve got some drugs… if you want… or if you aren’t into that shit then we can just go have a drink” he offered and you smiled “sure, a drink sounds good”

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“She’s doing pretty good. Didn’t think she’d be this confident” Callum said to Kieran, both officers sat in the back of a black van making sure they were out of sight from anyone suspicious. But before Callum could say much more his phone was ringing and he immediately answered it “hey Harry, what’s up?” He said nonchalantly. “Callum where’s y/n? I know somethings happened. Don’t lie to me okay? Just- where is she.” Harry asked sounding terrified for his girlfriends safety “look-“ Harry cut him off “no- do not look me Callum. I swear to god if she gets hurt with whatever bullshit you put her up to I will kill you.” He spat out anger and panic within his tone only growing and growing “harry. She’s capable of looking after herself she’s fine.” Callum said before hanging up, he didn’t take it seriously, the fact that you could easily be killed by Matteo and Harry didn’t know exactly what was going on but he knew Callum’s foolishness could lead to trouble.

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“Matteo stop”

Your voice was weak as you tried to shove him off of you, you had been foolish enough to drink with him and he had slipped a drug into your drink- you didn’t drink much but it was enough to do something to your head. “Why baby? Don’t you like this?” He asked, his tone sick and dangerous “please” you begged “stop it” you said once again and as he stared into your eyes he leaned down again kissing all over your neck but suddenly he froze as he seemed to change and he sighed “okay- fine.” He then got up off of you, holding his hand out for you to take and you stared at him for a moment or two confused as to why he gave up so easily- as you took his hand he helped you up, looking into your eyes as he smiled something dangerous flicking within his gaze “I thought you were one of the good ones.” He said, confusion forming on your face but before you could even respond he slipped a hand under your dress, making you squirm, his fingers grasping at the wire lining your back before he yanked it down pulling the wire out and your ear piece “you working with the cops huh? You piece of fucking shit” his fist connected with your jaw, your body falling to the floor, the sound of metal scraping against the floor grabbing your attention as you shielded your face scared he was going to punch you again but he yanked you up by your hair, shoving you down onto a chair he had brought over, handcuffs were cuffed to the arms of the chair… blood stained the metal of them and your heart sank. Someone else had been in this situation prior to you, maybe this was a dumb idea… you should’ve thought more clearly. He cuffed your wrists to the chair staying deadly silent as he glared at you.

“Scream all you want… no one will hear you… the music here never stops.” He said staring down at you and you stared at him keeping a stern face not daring to show emotion and within a blink of an eye he slapped you harsh across the face, your head whipping to the side as your eyes watered “who set you up hm?” He asked gripping onto your jaw but you remained silent and he didn’t like that as he pulled out a knife pushing it against your neck, adding just enough pressure to make you bleed a little bit the droplet of blood trickling down your skin “n-no one.” You said softly and he grinned at you “don’t be silly… you came here for a reason” he said with a laugh as he pushed the knife further into your skin “okay! Okay! It was me… I wanted to try and solve and stop you.” You admitted, the pressure of the knife disappearing from your neck and he stared at you “oh really? Interesting”

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Hours seemed to pass as you were beaten and cut, Matteo not stopping his torture “are you a cop hm?” He asked and you stared at him through your puffy bruised eyes “yes…” you managed to splutter out and he smirked “oh, good…. Gives me another reason to kill you.”

He gripped onto your jaw “you obviously didn’t do you research properly missy. I’m a cop killer… I kill each and every cop. Women, men… you name it… you’re the pigs in society.” He spat out before he using the tip of his foot to kick the chair over, your head hitting the rock hard floor as your vision went blurry for a few seconds, a gunshot sounding and you sobbed in complete terror. Was this the track to heaven? Were you dead?

Your vision was blacked out you couldn’t see a thing but you could hear things around you, a sudden warmth wrapped around your wrist as the handcuffs were removed from your wrists. “Is she dead?” A fearful voice asked as two fingers pressed against your neck “no- I’ve got a pulse… she’s alive” Callum’s voice said. Were you safe? Your brain spun and spun so much so you struggled to have any recollection of what was happening “harry” you whimpered weakly hearing a soft assuring voice whisper back a quiet “I’m right here… right here.”

You awoke to a bright light above your head, “y/n” Harry stood up gazing down at you “where am I?” You asks tiredly and he gently cupped the back of your head “in a hospital sweetheart” he said and you nodded slightly your eyes soon locking with his, you knew what had happened… you had perfect knowledge of it but you were embarrassed “I’m sorry” you said and he simply smiled “don’t be. You helped catch Matteo… hes dead now…. But please focus on healing you’re my only priority” He explained and you nodded slightly half of you upset he got the easy way out and half of you happy he wouldn’t torment everyone ever again “I’m sorry for being foolish… I just wanted you to be okay.” You said quietly and he gazed down at you a soft smile on his face “I’m just glad you’re okay y/n… yes you were foolish but you also saved a lot of grief and pain from this city… you’re a real hero. You realise that right?” He said and you looked at him “I am?” And he nodded pressing a kiss to your forehead “yes, yes you are.”

[crispyliza]

Fanfiction in the late 2000s-early 2010s was wild bc you'd find a beautifully written story with the most compelling heart-wrenching plot you've ever seen and the author's note would be like:

Author with a username like ~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Ohayo gozaimasu! ↖(^▽^)↗, I'm sowwy it took me so long to update (๑•́_•̀๑)

tsundere twink from their fic : It was about damn time you idiot (눈‸눈)

~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Hey now! It's not my fault the plot bunnies kept wunning away fwom me (╥﹏╥)

tsundere twink: W-watever, it's not like I missed you or anything (💢,,>﹏<,,) b-baka!

[olipeaksforever]

i am assembling a team...

[sewnwithfate]

Me whenever I hear anyone talking about one of my hyperfixations

[medusaesque]

enough about 'he'll keep calling you officer when he's angry and detective when he isn't'. Kim calls you lieutenant-yefreitor when he wants to say I love you

[wolvesandshine]

Okay but hear me out everyone thinks Regulus and Sirius look alike right like even the teachers mix them up etc etc but James never mixes them up - he’s the only one who can tell them apart no matter what and he’s just like wdym you can’t tell them apart they’re so different???

[beachf4gz]

this is who you become if you pursue employment or higher education as an autistic person

[ninjafuuzz]

im going batshit insane over these twos,,,, god bless

[emlvi56]

YOU - "Ma'am, I am a renowned private investigator, a paragon of law and a specialist in all things criminal." KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant shoots you a sideways glance. "And I am his private partner, John... Shao. Together we run the pre-eminent spousal surveillance firm in Revachol." YOU - "We are truly private in our partnership."

Picked up a book from ‘Crime, Romance, and Biographies of Famous People’ up in Martinaise. Thought nine reál  was a little expensive for a used book, but the owner wouldn’t budge on the price. Oh well, hope this one doesn’t fall apart like the last one!

Brushes: True Grit Texture Supply

Textures: Jeff Finley, Texturelabs ,blkmarket

(cover art without the effects added)

[snoffart]

so I just beat disco elysium yesterday lol

[charleslovemustdie]

worship

[cadewitha]

CMON MOMALA BRING US HOME

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

[RHETORIC - Legendary 14]: Convince Kim you are in a timeloop.

(ISAT side of the swap)

[bdsmrist]

kim: okay kitsuragi. get ur shit together. hes been out for two days. hes bound to wake up soon. what should i say? “thank you”? i mean, that goes without saying, but its not enough. “how are u feeling”? no, thats a dumb question. the answer is “bad”. should i just not say anything at all? wait till he speaks? wait no- knowing him, that might make him feel insecure. he needs something to hold onto… words to hold onto… right! his gun! didnt it have an encryption on it? right, yes— “sunrise parabellum” —thats perfect. short, poetic, and familiar. at least as familiar as someone in his condition could be. okay. cool. shit! okay hes waking up. okay, keep calm, lieutenant. wait till hes all there… okay, now.

kim: … sunrise parabellum….

kim: *nailed it*

harry: eeuuugghhh…. k-kiiiim…. where the ffffuck is ur pissfaggot jacket-

[quail-in-red]

Hi! 15 and 24 for the tropes mashup?

I’ve seen your previous post for the tropes mashup and it’s genius and hilarious!! drarry were so embarrassing for each other and your art makes everything 10x more compelling asdfgfhjkljsdk thank you!!

omg thank you ❤️

Here is 15 + 24, criminal AU and soulmate AU!

please forgive my clunky exposition for the box lmao

[nablastria]

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "You told us to fuck off. You said we're *cramping your style*. You're *Detective God*. Fuck everything. All will burn. Detect or die!"