#dredd fanfiction

[hannahlupinblack]

Can anyone recommend some fanfiction of the 2012 movie dredd? I’ve been looking but haven’t found any really good ones just one shots really.

[songwr1terr]

very important!! please read:

hey!! as some of u may know already, my name is rochelle(or ro for short). back in 2021 i used to write fanfiction about random characters from animes i fixated on lmao.(i dont write fanfiction anymore, so if ur gonna “request” pls dont make it abt asking for me to write smth thats related to fanfiction, etc)

i do write, just not fanfiction or headcannons. i dont know if ill publish any of the poetry/lyrics i write on here but yeah. other than that, i *sometimes* make edits and songs.

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thank u for reading this, and stay safe!! 🩶

[hangofwednesday]

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There needs to be more judge dredd fanfictions 😭

Judge

A/N: … I really have no explanation for this, mostly because it took me almost two months to finish and I don’t have a memory. This is just… pure filth. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dredd x Reader

Words: 1,369

Warnings: Authority kink, swearing, dry humping, squirting, vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, teasing?

(A/N pt. 2: Dredd’s first name is Joseph, so the reader calls him Joey.)

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[emily-strange]

Tear Us Apart, Part 2

Y/N can’t stand the silence.

Part 2 of 3

Sorry this is a long one!

Warnings: Swearing

After the horrendous patrol, Y/N was told that she was relieved of duty for the rest of the day. She wanted to question the decision but no doubt Dredd just couldn’t face working with her and she wouldn’t force him, so she went home and did anything she could to distract herself; she’d sort it all out tomorrow when everything had calmed down.

But the next day she was told by the Chief Judge that Dredd had green-lighted her to be placed with another partner. That partner being long-term Judge, Brooks.

Brooks is fine. It’s nice to be paired with a strong woman and she seems to trust Y/N’s judgement calls. Their sector is one of the calmest which makes it safer but that didn’t stop the near miss during the first month. But Y/N made it, she pulled through and 3 months later here she is.

As well as its been going, it just isn’t quite the same. In the months following the incident with Petra, Y/N hasn’t spoken to Dredd at all. Not once. Not even a head nod in passing. Even though she should be thrilled that she’s now an actual Judge, Y/N doesn’t feel herself. Her heart hurts at the end of every shift, at the end of every day.

She’s made friends and she enjoys their company but there’s still that missing piece.

Today’s a short shift. They’ve already stopped 4 robberies and taken in 7 amateur drug runners; for a patrol, that’s a slow day. Now Y/N is sat in her favourite café with Brooks discussing her performance for the month. Her final probation review.

“Sooo I think the only thing to mention issss….you have too much sugar in your coffee.” Judge Brooks nods as she goes through the final paperwork, ticking and signing boxes as she goes.

Y/N laughs and tries not to spit out her mouthful of cake, “Really. That’s all you’ve got?”

Brooks laughs over the final page and signs with a flourish. She raises her coffee up to Y/N and then both clink in celebration. Mid sip Brooks spots someone at the coffee counter and waves them over.

The moment she calls, “Dredd!”, Y/N feels like her heart is being compressed in a vice. A rusty one at that. She hears the leather of his armour creak as he walks over from the counter to their table, giving her no time to regulate her breathing.

“Dredd, you’ll be happy to know that Y/L/N has officially been signed off. Our girl’s now a Psi-Judge.” Brooks says happily and even though Y/N smiles at her enthusiasm, she can’t bring herself to meet Dredd’s eyes behind his visor. In reality his response comes only seconds later, but to her it feels like decades.

“Well done Y/L/N.” Dredd says simply. He nods to Brooks and leaves to pick up his coffee before heading on patrol. When Y/N hears the door close behind her, she lets out the long breathe she didn’t know she was holding. Brooks hums.

“Yep. Thought so.” She says taking a sip of her drink. When Y/N looks at her quizzically she laughs, “Y/L/N it’s very obvious you feel…something…for Dredd. And to be honest he’s been hell to be around since you started partnering with me. He broke Jameson’s nose during their spar session last week and before that it was Mitchell’s arm!”

“Well…he’s always been hard work.” Y/N says defensively and that just makes Brooks laugh more.

“Look, I don’t know why you were handed over to me, Dredd had that last report sealed tight. But I know it wasn’t done because he wanted rid of you. And the fact that you swoon whenever you see him…I connected the dots.” She says and to Y/N’s horror she knows she’s right.

“Nothing’s ever happened.” Y/N starts, fiddling with her cup, “But I feel like there was something there.”

Brooks smiles kindly and fishes around in her bag for her work device. She starts to copy something from the device onto a napkin and passes across the table.

“Look, you didn’t get it from me. But I dunno, I’m a romantic. What’s the worst that can happen? You don’t speak as it is.” Brooks finishes and drinks the rest of her coffee. Y/N looks at the napkin and knows straight away it’s Dredd’s home address.

………………………………………..

It’s late afternoon when she gets home with the napkin burning a hole in her pocket. To distract herself she showers, tries (and fails) to nap and watches a number of terrible films. But during it all, she finds herself replaying Dredd’s flinch over and over again in her mind.

So, dressed in leggings and a soft knit jumper she leaves for his home. For safety, Judges are sprinkled around the city and very rarely live in their own sector. During the trip to his building, Y/N thinks around what she wants to say but as soon as she’s face to face with his door, all conscious thought leaves her.

After taking way too many seconds to scrutinize his apartment door, she finally gets the confidence to knock.

But no one answers.

She knocks louder.

But still nothing.

Y/N turns around and slides onto the ground with her back to the door. She pulls up her knees and sighs, banging her head back against the metal with a loud clunk. After laughing at the ridiculous situation she’s in, Y/N gives into the onslaught of tiredness. She doesn’t know how long she’s sat there before she falls asleep. She also doesn’t know how long she’s been asleep when the thudding of heavy boots wakes her.

She slowly opens her eyes and is completely disorientated. She stares at pristine black biker boots and follows her eyeline up the dark blue jeans and leather jacket, to a very (she guesses) confused Judge. It’s hard to tell with the helmet on. Dredd always wears an old version of the Judge’s helmet on his personal bike, claiming it’s far safer than normal ones. The helmet is from an old armour and basically unrecognisable as being a Judges’. Not that Dredd would care. Let someone try to take him down.

Y/N smiles to herself at the thought but remembers why she’s here and wipes it off immediately. She scrambles to her feet, registering how Dredd twitch’s his hand closer to help her but not following through. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Um, hi.” She says and internally groans at how small her voice sounds. Dredd doesn’t say anything but moves to open his door. Y/N moves to give him space.

Once inside the apartment, he takes off his boots and leather jacket. Leaving Y/N to glance around the room. The walls of the livingroom are bare and off to the side is a small kitchen. In the middle of the room is a sofa with two matching chairs opposite and a small holo-vid TV. Y/N walks over to the only thing to have life in it. A small bookcase with every book in alphabetical order and to her surprise, the topics are really varied. Although her stomach does drop when she doesn’t see the book on 20th Centaury War she got him for Christmas.

Turning back to face Dredd, she see’s his black t-shirt stretched over his strong arms and it takes a second for her brain to re-engage with her mouth.

“Do you own any other colours?” she jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

Dredd just answers with a resolute, “No.”

Y/N sighs and moves to sit in one of the chairs across from the sofa but Dredd doesn’t move a muscle. Instead he stands awkwardly behind the sofa with his head hanging low. Helmet still on.

“Can you please sit..” she tries, “..I really want to talk.”

Dredd nods but avoids eye contact, even through his helmet. He sits on the sofa but off to one side, not directly in front of her and the awkwardness between them makes her want to cry. For a few long seconds she tries to even her breathing and wills the tears not to flow.

“So…we haven’t spoken, at all, about what happened.” Y/N starts carefully and glances up to see Dredd staring off beside her, “Please look at me. I…need to know you hear me.”

Dredd’s ever-present mouth frown deepens but he looks at her anyway.

“I hear you.” He says quietly.

Y/N forces a small smile, “Look what happened was…it was…fucking horrible okay. I…it was awful. But…how dare you.”

She hadn’t planned on saying that. That wasn’t anywhere in her mind (she didn’t think). So when Dredd snaps his attention to her, she mirrors what must be his shock.

“I’m sorry. I just…” She gets up and begins pacing in front of the bookcase, “…No I’m not sorry. I’m not. You bailed on me! I know you’re…my superior and oh God I know that this is a massive infraction but come on. You were also my friend…but you ran away!”

Dredd watches her as she lets a few tears fall down her cheeks before swatting them away.

Y/N knows she shouldn’t but in her moment of anguish she reaches out to his mind. She has to know she’s not speaking to a brick wall, that what she thought they had was actually real. Even if it was just a friendship.

The odd time she’d slipped into his mind by accident she’d felt the usual annoyance or frustration but sometimes, underneath it all, she’d feel longing. A longing directed at her. She has to know what that means.

She reaches out to read him and a choked sob escapes her throat. He’s holding onto so much sadness, more sadness than anyone should have to bear. A mixture of anger and self-hatred. Confusion and insecurity. All the emotions the man before her makes sure to keep hidden from his face at all times. Y/N realises that if she wants to know for sure, she has to go all in.

Walking slowly over to Dredd, Y/N kneels in front of him. She knows that he’s aware of what she’ll ask of him and when she senses he’s about to bolt, she puts her hands on her thighs to show him he’s in control. She won’t do anything without his consent.

“When…it happened. I pushed into your mind.” Y/N whispers and gets an affirming grunt from Dredd, “I didn’t mean to see your memories. I was just trying to…ease what I could. If you’ll let me, I’d like to show you my own memories of those times.”

She see’s Dredd’s jaw clench. But after a few long, long seconds he nods.

“I’ll keep my eye’s closed or, or you can blindfold me but…I need to touch your temple. It’s easier to show you the exact memories I want you to see. You’ll need to take your helmet off.”

Without waiting for confirmation, Y/N closes her eyes and holds out her hands to Dredd. Time stretches on but eventually she feels his helmet against her leg. Dredd takes her hands gently with his and grips tightly to stop himself from shaking. But she feels it. He puts her hands on his temples and Y/N rearranges to get comfortable, slotting herself between his legs.

She focuses on the first memory she saw, her returning his academy jumper. First, she shows him the snow and how miserable she was at the prospect of getting home without her coat. How humiliated she felt to be stood in only a long-sleeved top next to her very well-prepared superior in his winter jacket. Then she lets him feel the flood of warmth that ran through her when he told her to wait, went back into the locker room and returned with his academy jumper. The one she knew meant a great deal to him. Through her fingers she pushes the memory of how seeing herself in the mirror with only his jumper on made her hot all over and how that night she’d slept in it.  

How sad it made her when she handed it back over.

Then she takes him to her sparring match with one of the newer rookies. How she felt his eyes on her before she even saw him and how she pushed that extra bit harder to win. Just so she could try to impress him. That when she saw his mouth twitch in the smallest smile, it was far better than any pat on the back from the gathered crowd. She felt like she was walking on air.

Lastly, she took him to the night they shared Chinese takeout on the roof of her apartment building. She couldn’t see his face but she knew he was listening to the silly story from her childhood. Y/N passed to Dredd her feeling of belonging, of happiness and contentment. She showed him how much their meals meant to her. How the loneliness that’d made itself at home in her heart shifted just by being near him.

Y/N pulls back to remove her hands from Dredd’s temple but jumps when he holds them there.

All of a sudden, he’s thinking extremely vividly, pushing more of memories back to her. Unlike his previous ones, Y/N see’s herself walking through the scene as an observer.  She watches as Dredd picks out the cupcake for her birthday and how scared he felt at showing anything gentle, anything but his usual toughness. But the smile it brought. Her smile. It made him want to throw himself at her feet and promise her the world. She’d never been more beautiful to him than the moment she looked in that paper bag.

Y/N sniffs and whispers to the man in front of her, “That was my first birthday cake.”

Then in his mind he takes them to Christmas. When he unwrapped the book she got him. He went from elated to melancholy in a split second. Only managing a small “thanks” when in reality his whole body was on fire. He couldn’t remember the last time someone did anything nice for him. In his mind he shows her the wrapped present he never gave in return. It’s still sitting at the bottom of his wardrobe. He feels like a coward.

Y/N shakes her head before whispering, “You’re not a coward. You’re wonderful.”

“You don’t really know me.” Dredd replies. His usual gruff voice laced with something else.

“I know enough.” Y/N continues, gently rubbing her thumbs over his temple as a tear falls from her closed eyes, “I know that Petra did what she did because you care about me. She knew that hurting me is one thing but having it done but your own hands….that it’d tear you open.”

Y/N inhales sharply when she feels a calloused thumb wiping away her tears.

“I know that you think distance will make it easier to ignore how you feel….and that by staying away it’ll stop what you saw from ever really happening.” She sniffs and can’t stop the tears from falling freely now, “That you’ll sacrifice your own happiness if it means I’ll be safe.”

Dredd gives up on trying to wipe the tear tracks from her face and just holds her by gently cupping her cheeks. Y/N in turn trails her finger tips from his temple to his stubbled cheeks. She turns over one of her hands and gently brushes his jaw line with the back of her knuckles, taking note of the way he swallows thickly.

“I also know that you’d never hurt me….and not because you’re a Judge but because you’re you.” Y/N moves her hand from his jaw to his chest, feeling his heart beating under her palm, “This fucking shitty world, this city, has ruined a lot of things for me…my family…people I thought were my friends…the damn life I saw for myself. I won’t let it ruin you.”

For a long minute Y/N just sits and waits for Dredd’s response.

She forces herself not to reach out with her mind and just stays holding onto his face and chest, waiting. She feels a deep pain throb in her chest when Dredd withdraws his hands from her face and gently, but firmly, pulls hers away from him.  

She bows her head as he silently holds them out in front of him.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

The Montgomery Files: Chapter 4

No pairing, really

by @adventuresintooblivion

Word Count: 1306

Summary: Montgomery has to team up with Wolfe for the day. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

A shrill voice suddenly came from Montgomery’s headpiece as she switched to a new Judge, “Hey, is this thing on?”

Montgomery physically recoiled from the hypothetical ice pick that suddenly jabbed into her ear.

“Yeah it’s on, Wolfe. Stop shouting.”

The red-head replied cheerily, “Oh it’s you. Montgomery isn’t it? I hear you on the comms with Y/N all the time.”

Montgomery closed her eyes and prayed to any god that was listening for some shred of patients, “Yeah, though did she give you permission to call her by her first name?”

“Of course! We’re awesome friends, and we make great partners. You sound pretty cool too, wanna be friends.”

“Hmmm, is talking to Y/LN the only thing you remember me from?”

“No, This is the first time I’ve ever met anyone named Montgomery.”

Montgomery ignored her for a moment and went over the schematics, “You’re coming up on Sector 62. There was a noise complaint so it should be pretty cut and dry. I’ve been authorized by-”

The red-head interrupted, “So I was thinking that maybe you could come over for a game night on Tuesday. We could probably have-”

“Wolfe, focus. Now isn’t the time for this. It might just be a noise complaint, but it could also be a lot of other things too as you should know. Be on your guard.”

Wolfe pouted as she turned the camera on, “Fine, but I don’t need your help. I’m a total badass. You probably noticed huh? I got this one guy right between the eyes yesterday and-”

Montgomery thunked her head on the back of her chair and mumbles under her breath, “How did you ever become a Judge?”

“Did you say something?”

“Nothing.”

Wolfe stormed through the building, her the sound of her boots echoing off the walls despite the chatter of hundreds of people. Her gun remained in her holster. It was like disturbing a beehive, the moment the people living in Sector 62 saw her. Most went into their homes too afraid or too tired to mess with a Judge. Others stiffened, their eyes following her hands. Montgomery noticed some men speaking into walkie talkies.

“Two men communicating with an unknown entity. Possibly alerting others to your presence. Acknowledge.” 

Wolfe ignored her as she entered the elevator.

Montgomery actually growled before shouting into the microphone, “ACKNOWLEDGE.”

Wolfe yelped and jerked away, unable to remove her earpiece or helmet.

“What the FUCK Montgomery?” she shrieked.

The brunette groaned, “We have these protocols for a reason Wolfe. They’re here to keep you and innocent civilians. If you don’t know that already maybe I should send you back to training.”

A loud thump sounded over the headset. Did she just stomp her foot? 

“You can’t do that!”

Montgomery rubbed her eyes, already done with this mission before it’d even started, “Acknowledge or you’ll fucking find out.” Wolfe muttered under her breath. “Sorry, Wolfe, I didn’t hear you.”

She was answered by exasperation, “Acknowledged.” The elevator door finally opened.

The noise complaint turned out to be a fight between two men. A deal had devolved into a physical altercation when the seller accused the buyer of trying to short him. Good sex slaves, especially one like Jade, were hard to come by.

When the door opened it revealed a classic scene of debauchery. Filth and clutter mingled on the furniture alongside people. Smoke made the air hazy as old booze made it stale. Seven more women were chained and kneeling in formation, preparing to be sold to the other men in the room. While one curled about her barely clothed form, trying to protect herself from the arguing men on either side of her.

Wolfe hadn't checked any of the information provided for her before she'd kicked down the door. Otherwise she might've known that this particular Sector was well known for human trafficking. She also possibly just might have not been so rough as she stormed into the room. Then maybe the door wouldn't have completely splintered under her weight and scared the ever living daylights out of the girls being sold. And there is the thinnest chance that, had faced with a more considerate salvation, they wouldn't have bolted.

The man who was selling these women, later identified as Lewis Pentric, reached for his taser the moment the door opened. The women behind him screamed. One yanked on their chains. Another ran for the door. The two remaining customers who were waiting their turn, toppled beer bottles as they stood. 

Glass crashed. Bodies hit each other. The grotesque sound of bones snapping filled the air. And suddenly the building tension broke as both Lewis fired his taser at the stunned Judge. It missed her by mere inches. Her retaliation was to shoot. Blindly. Missing every. Single. Target. Except for Jade. A bullet ricocheted off a nearby metal table before lodging itself into her shoulder. 

After several women had squeezed by the red-head, the buyer decided it was his turn. He shot forward with a burst of speed, hitting Wolfe across the chest to send her flying.

“Wolfe! Get off the ground. Don't let anyone pin you.” 

As the buyer’s footfalls disappeared down the hallway another customer, a large burly man with tangled, greasy hair, loomed over the smaller Judge. He slowly stepped down onto her neck. Her breath left her lungs in a short spasms as she attempted to fight him off. She feebly hit the man's calf, with little to no effect. 

“W..Montgomery. Call for backup.” She croaked.

Montgomery didn't have the option for backup, they wouldn't arrive in time. Hell, a quarter of the people she could send would probably be on the take for something like this. If they found out Wolfe had crashed a deal, they'd be pissed.

It took her a moment to find out if she herself could do anything. Then finally a happenstance turn of Wolfe’s head saved her life. The man was standing right in the doorway. A few lines of code later and the door came crashing down on his head. 

He collapsed like a bag of potatoes right on top of Wolfe. Montgomery winced at the video of the incoming bulk but there wasn't much she could do about it from Control. Lewis took this opportunity to make a run for it.

“Wolfe, the primary target is getting away. Please pursue.”

She was answered by a whine. After a few grunts, Wolfe was free from the weight of the man who had tried to kill her.

“Wolfe? Please respond.”

The Judge in question glanced around. Her and Jade were the only ones left in the room.

  After a few more moments of pestering Wolfe finally answered, “Montgomery, I don't give a shit about what you have to say. I'm not moving.”

Montgomery practically screeched into the mic, “You don't WANNA? Excuse me but what happened to all that ‘best Judge on the street’ talk? Cause if you were, we aren't done. You have to order a MedEvac, a clean up team and you have a perp to chase down!”

“Says who? You're not a judge.” She snapped as she remained leaning against the wall. 

 Montgomery began typing furiously, “Fine, if you won't then I will.”

Before she could get more than a few keystrokes in, her feed went dark. No video. No audio. Just blackness.

Montgomery sighed heavily, “Mission failed.”

Rodriguez approached her cautiously, “Bad mission?”

Montgomery slowly looked up at him, “I don't want to talk about it.”

A few days later, Montgomery found herself snooping around the MedEvac records. Maybe it was a morbid curiosity but she found herself scrolling down to the date of her and Wolfe’ first mission. After a couple minutes of searching, a realization dawned on her. Wolfe hadn't called a MedEvac all day.

[below-average-fangirl]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dredd (2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joseph Dredd/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Joseph Dredd, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Gunshot Wounds, Blindfolds, Smut

Summary: Life as a Judge is all Dredd has ever known. But when a woman steps from the shadows to save him, could it be a new beginning?

A/N: Thank you @emily-strange​ for your feedback. 

[brideofedoras]

Masterlist!

EOMER/OFC (LORD OF THE RINGS)

Myne Owne Hertis Rote

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

A Little Night Watch Seduction

VINCENT STEVENS/OFC (THE LOFT)

The Loft: Redemption

The Loft: Redemption Chapter 2

The Loft: Redemption Chapter 3

The Loft: Redemption Chapter 4

The Loft: Redemption Chapter 5

The Loft: Redemption Chapter 6

The Swimming Pool

LEONARD “BONES” MCCOY/OFC (STAR TREK AOS)

God Can’t Help You Now one shot

Hungry Eyes

JOHN KENNEX/OFC (ALMOST HUMAN)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

The Olive Oil Mystery

Happy Birthday, John Kennex

CUPID/OFC (HERCULES/XENA)

Cupid’s Arrow

WILLIAM COOPER/OFC (RED)

Under Covers part 1

Under Covers part 2

[nocturnalknowitall]

It was an uncharacteristically sunny and hot day for this time of year. Techie wouldn't normally wear such revealing clothes, opting more often than not to show as little skin as possible, but the weather almost demanded he wore as little as possible so as to not pass out. It also didn't help that he would be spending some time outside under the blazing sun.

During one of the several casual conversations they've had, Matt commented he liked to jog around the local park a couple days a week as part of his workout routine. Techie, being somewhat of an idiot, said he'd love to tag along to watch. He now regretted saying it, not because he didn't like to be with him �� oh no; he cherished every moment – but because he had to be outside for god-knows-how-long. But he couldn't back away from the promise now, especially not when Matt had beamed as he'd made said promise.

Matt was already at the park when Techie arrived, stretching by the fence running through the park. The smile he received as Matt notice him coming up instantly warmed him more than he's like to admit.

"I, uh, usually do five of six laps, but I can cut it short today," Matt told him, "then we can go grab a bite to eat or something. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. I'll stay here." Techie hoisted himself up on the fence and sat. Practically all of the benches in the park were occupied, so sitting on the metal railing seemed like the best option.

As Matt started up his light trot, Techie contemplated on their relationship.

They knew each other, but could he really say they were friends? Techie hadn't really ever had one, but it sure felt like they were. He'd love if they were more, but being friends was enough.

He could see Matt nearing him now. Lap one done.

Techie wanted to ask him what they were, but the fear of ruining what they had kept his mouth shut. Techie also couldn't help but feel that this was some sort of date? Maybe? Maybe not.

Matt returned again. Lap two.

He didn't specify exactly how many laps he would take, just how many he normally took. Techie just hoped it wouldn't be too many more as the sun started to make him uncomfortably warm – or rather – more than he already was. His scalp was probably already starting to get sunburned. He was also getting hungry.

At the end of the third lap Matt slowed down before ultimately stopping by Techie's side, panting heavily.

"Fuck, It's too fucking hot." Matt seemed to be looking for something, then cursed again. "I forgot my water bottle."

"We can go find something to eat and drink now, if you prefer," Techie replied.

"Yeah, in a minute. Just gotta catch my breath."

Matt leaned against the fence next to where Techie still sat and breathed deeply.

He didn't know what compelled him to do it – maybe it was the weather playing tricks on his mind, or just the way the man looked beside him, arms splayed wide as if in open invitation – but for whatever reason, Techie carefully reached out and took one of Matt large hands in his own.

He didn't dare say anything. Neither did Matt. The silence was deafening.

Techie gave him a small, nearly unnoticeable squeeze.

After a couple seconds, Matt squeezed back.

[zabimarushoney67]

First off, I don't have 9 people to tag, I’m just a baby! 😭 Tagged by - @strawhatsoraya

Last song: currently listening to my Underground playlist right now. I’m listening to Devils Work - by Freddie Dredd. My last song was Bleach - by $uicideboy$. The new album they released the other day with Shakewell is chefs kiss🤌🏽

Three ships: oh no decisions💀 the one I stand firm on is Ichirukia (ichigo x rukia) no, you can’t change my mind. Before the last season of Fruits Basket, I was already shipping Kyo x Tohru sorry if I just spoiled that for you 🤷🏽‍♀️ but not really. Here’s one that’s totally not from an anime but a video game Aiden x Lawan from Dying Light 2 Stay Human lmao 😂

Currently reading: the new fanfiction I’m writing 🤫 but that’s about it, been playing a lot of video games and watching them in my spare time, I really need to get back into books, or manga but I’m broke af 🥸

Last movie: Meh I’m not a movie or a TV person the only TV I watch is anime, I’m actually the worst person to ask if I’ve watched anything ever because 20 times out of 10 I haven’t seen it. You’d be surprised lmao 😂 most of my entertainment comes from YouTube, and social media (I’m a shit poster on my personal stuff) if I’m not playing some game to fill the void of time.

Craving: Well I was craving a chocolate milkshake but I got one so 🤷🏽‍♀️ I guess just another bowl of weed that’s just a default setting though.

That’s… that’s it 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Last Song: Rush Hour by MONSTA X - if you're not into MONSTA X you should fix that imo.

Three Ships: This is the worst question to ask me because I have dozens I need to pick from and I just enjoy fics without shipping too. This is painful but if I must be forced to pick (ugh) sanji x everyone, luffy x everyone (I am aware this is cheating but you can't make me pick!!), and right now qifrey x oruggio/olruggio because I have Witch Hat Atelier brainrot.

Currently Reading: I am reading like five books at once and a bunch of manga. Currently reading: JJK (just to suffer at this point), CSM (to suffer some more), One Piece, Tougen Anki and Witch Hat Atelier. For books I have: Each Night Was Illuminated by Jodi Lynn Anderson, and Lunar Love by Laura Kung Jessen. There are other books but I didn't even get far into them so it's kind of unfair to list them as currently reading lmao.

Last Movie: I was forced to go watch that new Avatar movie because my little brother wanted to go and he never asks me for anything so I appeased him but I'm not a huge movie person. I prefer TV shows.

Craving: I crave coffee and violence every day. Next question!

I’m Tagging: @soleilnomoon @theogonies @wurm-food @casualcrybaby @spitfire-of-the-sea @zabimarushoney67 @amistytown @mimi-ya @m00n-rae and @lawsvalentine

No pressure, of course, for anyone to do this just wanted to tag ya'll because I'm a nosy witch.

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- Flyboys Hux : @queenstardust -> fanfiction HERE

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𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒

— 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

hey everyone ! by reading call of duty fanfictions, I was inspired and I would like to help writers who are struggling to find code names for their character (whether for y/n [the reader] or for original characters) !

here then is a list of codenames (with their definition, their meaning and what they reflect of the person who has it, arranged in alphabetical order) :

* there are feminine, masculine and neutral names ! mostly neutral.

« 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 » !

collar [noun.] : an ornamental chain or string of

beads, jewels, or links worn round

the neck.

[verb.] : to kill someone by putting a

burning rubber tyre around their

neck.

– the person who bears this name (here a woman, because of the funfact of this code name below), could have a soft and welcoming apparence (according to others). She is literally sweet, very calm, rather unsociable and a little shy, but who nevertheless knows how to get out of her comfort zone and be an excellent ally: faithful, efficient and always there for the good moment. We consider ourselves lucky to have her and we do not want to lose her (in anyway, no matter what relationship we have with her).

– Fun fact! : This code name is taken from « She’s my collar », the name of one of Gorillaz and Kali Uchis' songs (two artists I love. This song is a featuring they made together.). In the song, the "collar" was very important and necessary, we can’t hate her. We always end up coming back to her, no matter how ok you try to get away from her. She's literally the collar.

« 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 » !

crown [noun.] : a circular ornamental headdress

worn by a monarch as a symbol

of authority, usually made of or

decorated with precious metals

and jewels.

[noun.] : the top or highest part of

something.

– i don’t really have a personality ideas of the person who would bear this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion). However, I think the code name itself says a lot about the role of the person wearing it: they would probably be someone in charge, leading a group.

– Fun fact! : ‘Crown’ is the name of one of Freddie Dredd's songs (an artist I appreciate very much. my favorite song from him is Witness.)

« 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 » !

faith [noun.] : strong belief in the doctrines of a

religion, based on spiritual

conviction rather than proof.

[noun.] : complete trust or confidence in

someone or something.

• synonym: trust.

– i think the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is a person you can trust, who covers everyone's backs. They’re a good right arm, and very chill person.

« 𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄 » !

kerosene [noun.] : a clear liquid with a strong

smell made from coal or

petroleum and used as a fuel

in jet engines or heaters and

lights.

– the person who bears this name (regardless of gender, this one is neutral in my opinion), as its definition implies, is important is useful, being the engine, the energy of something. so I would imagine a leader (of squad or whatever) having it.

– Fun fact! : Kerosene is the name of one of Crystal Castles' songs (one of my favorite musical band. my favorite song from them is Untrust us.)

– For people who would find this name long, Keros (which would come from « kerosene ») or Kero (which sounds like the word « hero ») simply are also very good !

« 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 » !

leather [noun.] : a material made from the skin

of an animal by tanning or a

similar process.

– i don’t really have a personality ideas of the person who would bear this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion, but I would see more of a woman with it!), to be honest.. I am sorry. This code name just reminded of the names « Lea » and « Luther ».

Do not hesitate to explain your ideas about it in the comment section.

« 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 » !

rain [noun.] : the condensed moisture of the

atmosphere falling visibly in

separate drops.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is a very stoic person, but not necessarily unsociable. We don’t really know what we think of them : they’re like something that falls suddenly without warning and which makes you sick if you do nothing, which can do good or harm (they reflect what rain is, so).

– Fun fact! : Rain (in the pronunciation) looks like the word « Reine » in French which means queen.

« 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 » !

realm [noun.] : a kingdom.

[noun.] : a field or domain of activity or

interest.

– i don’t really have a personality ideas of the person who would bear this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion, but I would see more of a woman with it!), to be honest.. I am sorry.

Do not hesitate to explain your ideas about it in the comment section.

« 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 » !

siren [noun.] : in greek mythology, a woman

whose song lured unwary sailors

to the rocks.

[noun.] : a device that makes a loud

prolonged signal or warning sound.

– the person who bears this name (rather a woman because of the first definition) is not referred to her charm, her physical appearance, but to her ability to deceive the enemy and to mope in the decor, in the role she plays. this name would therefore go well with a spy (or a traitor, it depends on the point of view of the relations that this woman has with others).

« 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 » !

thorn [noun.] : a stiff, sharp-pointed woody

projection on the stem or other

part of a plant.

– the person who bears this name (this one is neutral in my opinion, but I would see more of a men with it!), is a dangerous person. this name is given to him by his bloody parlmaress and his modus operandi that sends shivers down your spine. this name is therefore given to him more for their activities than his person itself.

« 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏 » !

vamp [noun.] : a woman who is confident that

she is attractive to men makes

use of it in order to get what she

wants, who uses her charm or

wiles to seduce and exploit men.

– the person who bears this name (here a woman because of the definition) is not referred to her charm, her physical appearance, but to her ability to deceive the enemy and to mope in the decor, in the role she plays. this name would therefore go well with a spy (or a traitor, it depends on the point of view of the relations that this woman has with others).

« 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 » !

weather [noun.] : the state of the atmosphere at

a particular place and time as

regards heat, cloudiness,

dryness, sunshine, wind, rain,

etc.

[verb.] : wear away or change the

appearance or texture of

(something) by long exposure to

the atmosphere.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), could be someone who is lunatic, does things well (although sometimes acts on a whim), and who adapts to any situation. They are easy-going and stubborn at the same time and likes to be in control of anything ! So I see this person being a leader, an example, someone we like to follow, ect, despite their flaws.

– Fun fact! : Weather is the name of one of Freddie Dredd's songs (an artist I appreciate very much. my favorite song from him is Witness.)

« 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 » !

worth [noun.] : the level at which someone or

something deserves to be valued

or rated.

[adj.] : sufficiently good, important, or

interesting to be treated or

regarded in the way specified.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is someone you trust. they’re a moralizer, someone who puts people in their place when necessary, who always has the right words.

« 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 » !

wraith [noun.] : a ghost or ghostlike image of

someone, especially one seen

shortly before or after their

death.

• synonym: spectre, ghost.

[noun.] : a wisp or faint trace of

something.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is someone you trust. they’re a moralizer, someone who puts people in their place when necessary, who always has the right words.

« 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 » !

youth [noun.] : the period between childhood

and adult age.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), as its definition implies, is just young (but not a minor). I would imagine the person who has this code name to be the youngest person in the group they are in.

𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 !

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝.

𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍

𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢.

( 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ‘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙’ 💋 )

© 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀 ! 2022

[emily-strange]

This is the lushest thing 😍

Vice

Summary: Dredd x Reader. Injured in the line of duty, Judge Dredd does not expect help to come in time. Dredd 2012 movieverse.

Words: 1,200

Warnings: Description of injury and bleeding

A/N: A little ficlet I wrote for @musikat18’s Friday headcanon theme of Vice. I thought I would tidy it up and post it properly. No tags since its just a random little thing.

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Vice is everywhere in Megacity One. It oozes out of the cracks in the grimy concrete fabric of the urban sprawl, hangs in the thick, suffocating haze of smog that clings to the upper reaches of the mega blocks, fed by the selfish desires of the 800 million broken souls crammed into this hellscape.

Dredd has seen, and judged, it all.

He has apprehended and sentenced thousands of perps who make profit from the vices of others, to indulge in their own despicable wants. Power, sex, drugs, money, violence: it all boils down to human corruptibility, and Dredd wades knee deep in this stinking pit every day, trying to stem the flow without getting pulled under. He’s tired, and this time he thinks he’s going to drown. 

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Commission for the kind and amazing @creepycreepyspacewizard and the future sequel to their heart-wrenching fic Measure of a Man.

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[emily-strange]

Tear Us Apart, Part 1

Dredd and Y/N face a psychic blast from her past.

Part 1 of 3

Warnings: Lots of violence - like, a tone. Assault (kind of). Psychic manipulation.

It was a nightmare.

A total nightmare.

Y/N had been Dredd’s partner now on a countless number of patrols. His work with Cassandra Anderson was so well received that Y/N was placed with him next. She was well on her way to being a Psi-Judge.

Everything had been going swimmingly. Well, as swimmingly as it could get around Mega-City One. Cassie had told her to relax. That Dredd was tough but fair and she was right. He stuck to the letter of the law but when push came to shove, he made his own mind up about passing her despite her infractions. He’d just insisted to the Chief Judge that she shadow him until he deemed her safe alone and no one was going to argue with Judge Dredd.

Y/N definitely felt like she’d improved. She was waiting for…and dreading…the day that Dredd allowed her off alone or with another partner. She’d be thrilled to get the green light but the thought of not seeing him day to day felt like ice running down her spine. It was the awful cliché. The rookie falls for the seasoned superior. Like a bad holo-vid. But she couldn’t deny it.

His passion for what’s right and the way he delivered his judgements fueled many dirty dreams when alone in her one bed apartment. She always felt safe with him and that’s hard for her, growing up the way she did. Life in the new world wasn’t easy for orphaned mutants but he never treated her any differently. Well, that’s not completely true. On her birthday she turned up for patrol and had a paper bag thrust into her hands by Dredd. In it was a small cupcake from the cafe she likes down the street from the Hall of Justice. He sped off before she could say thank you but the smile she wore all day did the job she’s sure.

Sometimes she got the feeling he was keeping her close on purpose but that was quickly squashed when hearing others talk about him. He doesn’t make attachments. He doesn’t spend time with anyone. He works and sleeps. Some even questioned whether he eats but Y/N knew that was ridiculous. They’d eaten together lots of times. At the Hall of Justice or at her place after a long, grueling day.

The one thing she did indulge in listening to were the theories of why he never removed his helmet.

There were rumours that he was horribly disfigured or missing an eye. That he was only half human and that his brain was completely A.I. Y/N knew he was all human, she’d sometimes slip into his head when she was too tired to control herself. Never for long and she never went any further than feeling his tiredness or frustrations like they were her own. He trusted her to stay out and she did.

Until now.

They were on patrol, still early in the day, when they responded to a shooting at a Mega-Block. She was called in specifically for her association with one of the gang members. A girl that she and Cassie knew a long time ago. Petra ended up how a lot of Psychic orphans do in this city. She fell in with the wrong crowd. Petra earned a name for herself on her ability to mess with the minds of rivals and HQ thought Y/N may have an in with her to stop the killings before it got too bad.

They were wrong.

Petra was far stronger than Y/N remembered and instead of simply shooting them when her gang got the upper hand, she wanted to ‘play’. This meant delving into Y/N’s head to try and see her weakness, her greatest fear. But she wouldn’t let that happen. Not until a gang member put the barrel of her gun under Dredd’s jaw and Y/N panicked.

Petra found her way in.

Petra had taunted her for her affections towards Dredd. Her superior. Commented on times from the past that left nothing but humiliation in their wake. Misunderstood moments with boys. Failed kisses. Rejections. Y/N didn’t care. Bring it all up as long as Petra’s attention was on her and not Dredd.

Petra wasn’t just stronger now but sadistic. Years in the gang had hardened and twisted her. She got off on turning others brains to mush; on forcing them to live their most horrifying fears. And she really seemed to hate Y/N. For no real reason. Other than Y/N being accepted by society and Petra not.

Y/N and Dredd were forced to kneel facing each other. His helmet was ripped from his head and Y/N looked off into a far corner behind him, keeping his face a blur. She’d always hoped he’d show her his face one day but this wasn’t his choice. She wouldn’t take that choice from him.

Petra entered his mind and took Y/N along for the ride.

The images she put there were vile and perverse, just like her. She didn’t just make him see, she made him believe that he was assaulting Y/N as she and Petra watched on. Y/N saw herself on the ground, crying and pushing at Dredd’s still armoured body as he landed blows of his fists. Then she was in her place, wearing nothing but small shorts and a tank top. Nothing to protect her from his strength.

She tried to stay calm. She told herself this wasn’t him. She could see Petra off to the side, laughing and taunting him as he moved. Dredd still had his helmet on, making it more realistic Y/N guessed. His teeth were bared and his fists bloody and broken. He gets up and begins kicking her. Picking her up by her hair and throwing her back to the ground.

Y/N tried to reach out to Dredd with her mind, tried to tell him it was okay. That she knew the pain she was feeling wasn’t him and that is wasn’t happening. Not really. But all she could feel was despair and hatred. She’d tell him it wasn’t real and he’d say how can it not be? He feels it. And he can’t stop. He feels the bones in Y/N’s body breaking. He can see the terror on her face.

Despite the agony in her body and the fear of the next hit, Y/N pushes herself further into his mind and sees things she knows she shouldn’t.

She sees herself returning his academy jumper. The one he’d lent her after a long day of patrols when it started to snow out. When she leaves, he lifts it to his nose and inhales. Enjoying the scent of almonds from her body wash and shampoo. It calms him. She sees herself sparring in the gym with another rookie and feels the pride in his chest as she throws the guy to the ground. Lastly, she sees herself eating takeout food, stuffing her face less than gracefully as she tells him a story from her childhood. She feels the contentment he has seeing her so happy and relaxed. And the bitter taste of insecurity when he thinks to himself, why would anyone so sweet be happy with him?

In the present she moves from his mind back to reality, so to speak and chokes on the blood in her mouth. She spits is out and looks down at her body. Her shorts are torn and her top is covered in tears and blood. She catches sight of herself in Dredd’s visor and her face is unrecognisable. He lets out a strangled “NO” before lifting his foot over her head.

Y/N cowers the best she can but Dredd’s foot just hovers mid-air.

Petra shouts at someone outside of their brain bubble when all of a sudden, she frees their minds. Suddenly they’re back facing each other with Dredd hanging his head low, the only thing keeping him up is the gang member holding his arms. When the member abruptly lets go, Dredd crumples onto the floor. Everyone around them quickly filters from the room while Petra grabs at her things and sneers.

“Good luck with the boyfriend!” she laughs and skips from the apartment. Y/N hears sirens and searches quickly for her gun, finding it tossed into the corner of the room. She grabs the gun and before giving herself a moment to overthink it, chases them into the stairwell. Y/N only makes it down a few stairs before she hears a Judge’s warning followed by bullets and screams. She reaches out for Petra’s mind but finds nothing. Good riddance.

With the perps taken care of and help making its way quickly to them, Y/N runs back to Dredd. He’s still in the same spot on the floor but he’s being sick. As he heaves, Y/N grabs his helmet and kneels in front of him, not caring that vomit gets on her armour.

“Sir..” she says gently then “SIR” when he doesn’t respond. She puts her hand on his back and thrusts his helmet into his eyeline, still making sure to avoid looking at his face. “Dredd, back-ups here. You need to put your helmet on.”

Upon hearing mention of his helmet, Dredd reaches out for it. Quickly placing it on his head. Once in place, he looks at Y/N who tries to give him a reassuring smile. She tries to use her sleeve to wipe vomit from his chin but he flinches back, making her want to burst into tears right there.

As soon as they hear their fellow Judges’ callout, they slip back into their roles. She rides back to the Hall of Justice alone and by the time she’s done showering and changing, Dredd has already left.