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mlmxreader · 5 months ago

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I Can Wait Millennia | Eddie Brock x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Eddie Brock

Childhood Friends to Lovers

Only One Bed ❞

: ̗̀➛ Eddie is exhausted when you and him arrive at a hotel room, but that doesn't mean that he's going to fall asleep easily.

trigger warnings : ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of childhood neglect

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Eddie yawned loudly as he stretched himself out on your bed, his eyes already starting to drift shut as he thought of one thousand thanks that, for once, Venom was quiet and placid. Maybe it was the overload of chocolate, but he couldn't find it in himself to think more of it as he lazily watched you.

A small smile formed on his lips as he tilted his head to the side and let himself completely relax; his shoulders went slump, his jaw slack and almost open, his breathing steady and slow. Complete relaxation. All because he was sitting on your bed, watching you put the clothes into the wardrobe.

"I can't thank you enough," you hummed, almost absent-minded. "I mean, bringing me along with you to this awards show thing? It's wonderful, Eddie!"

He nodded, hardly a word registering. "Mmhmm. Well, you know that the highest award for journalists is being killed by-"

He cut himself off, shaking his head as he turned onto his side and put his face against his arm with a yawn. "It's alright, I'll move when you're ready..."

You frowned, moving over and gently pushing him onto his back; like a thousand times before, you straddled his waist, and planted your hands either side of his head. Your fingers starting to tickle from the messy dark brown hairs.

"You are knackered," you told him. "Don't worry about moving."

Eddie's hands went to your thighs without him even realising what he was doing, too tired to care as he nodded slowly.

He had grown up with you, mostly because his father never wanted him around and partially because he hated school; you lived nearer Hell's Kitchen, skipped school well enough for it to affect your grades, and seemed to hardly ever go home.

Eddie liked you then, but he liked you a lot more now.

All those years, all those fucking years, of telling himself that it was just because you were always there, because when you said you loved him you meant it unconditionally. All those fucking years, and it was only because he was half asleep that Eddie blurted it out.

"I wanna fucking kiss you so bad."

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest and shaking your head fondly. "I think you ought to get some sleep first, Eds... and close your mouth, you're gonna drool."

He lazily tugged at your thighs, silently asking for you to stay and you couldn't fucking say no; you spent so long pining after him, it almost felt wrong to want to break away so he would get some rest.

Six hours of driving, just to find out that the hotel fucked up and booked a hotel room with one bed; Eddie too tired to make a fuss, and you too excited to see him potentially win his first award.

You always said that Eddie would do great things - even back when you were kids, you always said he would do great. He was your hero, and if he would've allowed it, you would have happily been the lover and the sidekick all in one.

But he was so fucking tired, you could see that, and you felt fucking awful for keeping him awake. Another tug on your thighs, and you nearly burst out laughing.

"Alright! Alright! I'm gonna fucking take me jeans and shoes off and then I'll be with you, yeah?"

Eddie nodded slowly, letting out a yawn as he helplessly watched you disappear over to where you kept your bag; he smiled a little to himself, clumsily undoing his belt so he could push his jeans off once he kicked his shoes halfway across the room.

Left in just a hoodie and boxers as he rolled onto his side and pressed his back against the wall; you were quick to join him in the same attire, laughing softly as you let him lazily pull you as close as he could.

"I need to ruin our friendship," he muttered softly.

"You need to sleep," you told him fondly. "We can ruin it when you get up."

Eddie grumbled in a lazily, slacking, tone. "Can't we just ruin it now and then I'll sleep?"

You thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "Quickly."

He grinned, daring to pull you a little closer so he could press his lips to yours. You immediately smiled into it, gently tugging and playing with his hair as you tried to keep him as close as you could. What seemed like a fucking century of wanting to kiss him, finally released.

But it was Eddie who pulled away, smiling brightly as he dared to press his face to your neck, his breathing getting softer and more shallow as he started to go limp. "Friendship ruined."

You wanted to laugh, you really did, but you couldn't find it in yourself to disturb him like that; so you laid there for a moment, listening to him slowly drift into a hazy dream as you played with his hair. Silently thinking of one thousand thanks that you finally had your chance with him after so many fucking years and all that bullshit.

You finally had your chance, and Eddie finally had his.

But when you got over your giddiness, you could hear him starting to snore softly, and you felt another wave of gratitude; he was shattered beyond repair, and more than anything, he needed to sleep properly. Everything else could wait, he had done enough for the day and needed to rest properly.

You hoped he knew that you would wait for a millenia if he needed you to.

"I love you," you whispered softly, still playing with his hair. "You're a fucking pain in my ass, but I do love you. I hope you and Venom know that. I'd do anything for you little bastards."

Eddie groaned, trying to get closer for a moment as he nearly accidentally whacked your throat with his face; but you could only laugh quietly, hoping it didn't wake him.

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godlessandwrecked · 2 years ago

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thedevilshardy · 2 years ago

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Bite of an apple

Alfie Solomons x Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Words: I don't know, didn't count. Not too much.

You've known him for a long time. Actually, if you're honest, longer than you should have known someone like Alfie in the first place. Your mom had always said stay away from Alfie Solomons sweetie, he's not a good boy. Back when you were younger, of course, you had listened to her. And indeed, over the years you had lost track of him.

Until today. It's not even a special day, just a boring Wednesday, and you're just sliding your fingers over some fresh apples when a gruff voice speaks to you from the side, amused.

"The apples look almost as crisp as you, ma dear."

At first you're perplexed, because... what man in the hell addresses a woman from the side like that? A snort escapes you, and you turn on your axis - and falter as you recognize him.

It's not as if Alfie has changed much over the years, no. He's still got those piercing eyes gliding amusedly over your face, and still that same, cheeky grin - at least you think he does, because a thick beard blocks your view of the complete spectacle. But you're actually sure he's grinning because no one else is like him. You roll your eyes slightly, then toss him an apple. He catches it deftly. He's become a man, definitely.

"Still got the mouth of a bastard, Alfie. You haven't gotten any older - in the head, at least," you say, and Alfie snorts in amusement. His eyes scrutinize you, and he puts the apple back down. You look at each other for a moment before he starts laughing softly.

"It's been years since we've seen each other, too, Y/N. You haven't gotten any uglier, and ya've grown well, if I do say so myself."

"Grown well, huh? Is that your way of telling me I got boobs?"

Alfie chuckles. "Dressed, I'm a poor judge of that, luv-"

"Good thing, because you won't see it any other way."

You grab your bag of apples, knot the ends together, and as you're about to pay, Alfie gives the vendor a curt nod. "I'll pay for her."

You raise your eyebrows. "Gentleman, or more intent on making sure I don't hold that line against you?"

Alfie grins. "Both."

You put the apple in your bag, and before you can turn around, a tight grip around your wrist holds you in place. You roll your eyes briefly, but then your eyes slide to him.

"Ya still livin' on that old street?"

Heat rushes to your face, and you know��full well you shouldn't tell him. Because suddenly your mom's words are back in your head, loud and clear -"stay away from Alfie Solomons." Well - Mom wasn't around anymore, unfortunately, and even though every pore in your body is telling you not to - you pull your hand away slightly and wink at him.

"Does anyone ever leave this place?" you reply quietly, blending in with the morning crowd. You can still feel his gaze through the crowd, the dangerous eyes sticking to your back like a Band-Aid.

And no, Alfie Solomons never ran after a woman, that was the law. Alfie Solomons was the same bastard you'd seen in your youth, only he'd grown into a very handsome man - who'd almost triggered a fantasy in you for a moment. Almost.

Maybe tonight you would make it a reality, that fantasy, along with your fingers deep inside your pussy.

You actually do it. It comes all by itself, the desire that overtakes you at once. That pulls you firmly under its spell, just before going to bed. You lie down, without underwear, your legs sensually stretched out, and all by yourself you start to stroke yourself between your legs, to feel how wet you get when you think of Alfie. His eyes, his face, those hands, the way they clasped that plump apple - and you imagine him clasping your breasts with those hands, kneading them firmly, and you moan, more, closing your eyes...

A loud, rough knocking snaps you out of your thoughts. You are startled, take your hands away, and hastily pull down your thin, fine nightgown. A visitor, at this hour?

You cautiously go to the door, look through the peephole - and almost topple over when you see him standing at the door.

Alfie.

His body is in a dark, heavy coat, and he is knocking impatiently against the door once more. You exhale heavily, your pussy still a wet, throbbing something between your legs, and your back presses against the door. Were you really supposed to...? It was insanity.

Sheer insanity.

But the sheer lust in your bones wins out. You remember how no one has touched you in weeks, in months, how starved you are for those touches. And you open the door.

Alfie raises his eyebrows when he sees you like this, and for a moment you're not even surprised. You know what you look like - your long hair a mess, one strap of your dress slipped, and you pull down one side of your dress, still a little confused. Your eyes fall on him, slowly, and he exhales heavily.

"Y/N, have you been waitin' for me?" he states dryly, and by the way he says it you know perfectly well that there's no arguing. It takes exactly one moment, a blink of an eye, before he rushes toward you, pushing you through the door and pressing you against the wall to kiss you hard and urgently. Heat shoots through your veins like never before, and your small hand buries itself frantically in his hair, his shoulders, anything you can grab.

"Mama always warned me about you," you breathe out, brushing Alfie's heavy coat off even as you say those words. He moans quietly, a low sound, but his face comes closer to you again, kissing your outstretched neck, licking over the heated skin.

"Your mama was right, then. Oh fuck, did you..."

You grin, as his fingers graze up the beginnings of your dress, and he immediately senses that you're not wearing any underwear. As his broad fingers slide higher, he jerks, and a low, rumbling sound escapes his throat as he feels how fucking wet you are. His fingers slowly feel down over your clit to your folds, and he slides his broad fingers forcefully over them, moaning greedily, almost biting as he slides his fingers inside you. You're still so wet and willing for his fingers, that it's only with a deep moan that he presses you harder against the wall.

"Goddamn, you naughty lil' girl, don't tell me you were playing with you'self before I came?" he murmurs, and you press your back harder against the wall, gripping his belt with one sure movement. You can feel it, his hard dick pushing through his pants, pressing against your thighs.

"What do you think, huh?" you breathe out, fascinated that it's raising goosebumps on him. You fumble with the buttons on his pants, breathlessly trying to free the hard erection and not go crazy, to stay upright as his fingers slide in and out of you. The coolness of the hard rings around his fingers is like a poem, fuck, so incredibly hot... You moan, and find yourself pressed harder against the wall. Alfie bites your neck, licking the spot he bit.

"Tell me you were thinkin' 'bout me," he mumbles hoarsely, pressing his hard cock further against your thigh, and you moan again. This man is like fire, but you don't think it burns hot enough yet. You open his pants, pull out the rock hard erection, and enclose his dick in one skillful motion. He twitches in your hand, and Alfie lets out a dark groan. It turns you on so fucking much that you begin to tremble. The fingers in your pussy move tighter, going deeper, taking your breath away.

His free hand finds its way to your throat, and he squeezes lightly, pressing your head against the wall as his fiery gaze practically consumes you. He continues to finger you, harder, deeper, while keeping his gaze fixed on your pretty face.

"Tell me, com'on. Who were you thinkin' 'bout, you dirty lil' beast, huh? Were you thinkin' of me while you fingered you'self, ma luv? Hmm, were you thinkin' about those fingers, right, fuckin' and fuckin' you until my goddamn cock does?"

His words are like ecstasy. You can do nothing but surrender to him, spreading your legs wider, feeling the pressure around your throat. Your pussy twitches, literally sucking in his fingers. You moan, deep out of your throat.

"God, yeah. The good old forbidden..." you whimper, only to feel him thrust between your legs with a jerk, his hands contorting and creeping around the back of your thighs, lifting you up, pressing you against the wall.

"Good girl. Lemme fuck you to make your dream come true..."

God, what else are you supposed to do but nod, circle your legs tightly around his hips, and let him press into your wet, throbbing core? You gasp softly as you feel his hard, glowing cock between your folds, pushing closer, the hot tip penetrating you sharply. You shiver, it's been so long since the last time between you and a man.

Your hands claw at his shirt, gripping his shoulders tightly as he plunges completely into you, pressing your hips firmly against the wall. For a breath there's silence between you two, just his throbbing, hard cock inside you, and you let out a hoarse moan as he then starts to move, sinking his teeth into your throat, exhaling hard and hot against your skin.

And how he does fuck you, then.

It's as if you haven't seen each other in years (you have, but differently!), as if you're a couple that hasn't seen each other in too long, and are now sinking into ecstasy. You're fully aware that this is crazy - and naughty, the neighbors would say - but it just gives you everything to feel Alfie so deep and hard in your wet pussy as he starts thrusting wildly and unforgiving. Your hips, your butt slams against the rather thin wall behind you with every thrust, but you don't care. All that matters is this man rutting between your legs.

Alfie moans deeply, disengaging his teeth from your neck, kissing the sharp line of your chin. "Haven't fucked in ages, have I - but when I saw you today, I knew I had to have ya, dove. Com'on, show me what ya've got."

His words are like a magnet, like something that makes the walls of your pussy tighten, makes him moan as you cram him tightly into your heat. You both know it won't last long - you can feel it in his movements, and the pulsing in yours. It had been enough, the foreplay you made for yourself, to have you racing towards orgasm so quickly now.

"Alfie - ah! Fuck-!"

"Yeah, ma dirty lil' girl, com'on, show me how much your cunt fuckin' wants me..."

Alfie talks like the gutter boy he was back in the day - and it makes you feel so hot, so fucking hot, that you can't do anything but keep letting him fuck you hard against the wall. Every thrust is a hit, every thrust brings you closer to orgasm, every thrust is...

"Fuck, Alfie, I think I-"

"Come, ma luv. Come."

You come so suddenly, so hard, as if it were Alfie's direct command. Your walls pulse, tighten, and you almost scream before his hand covers your mouth and he starts the final thrusts.

And you don't even know which fluid belongs to whom, as he fucks you until you squirt, until he spills deep inside you, until your pussy is filled to the brim with his juice, but he just keeps fucking you through the waves of orgasm.

"I was rude, luv. I should 'ave at least brought some flowers, right."

You smile slightly as he speaks these words, after he settles down on the sofa with a content groan. Your legs are still shaking, but you have at least adjusted your thin dress a bit and are standing in the kitchen making tea. Alfie watches you, his lips twisted into a warm smile.

"You look beautiful. A real woman now, aren't you."

You grin. "And you a grown man. People talk a lot about you."

Alfie grunts. "Rumors, they are."

"Rumors, ah."

"You ought to know."

"Should I?"

"F'course. You've known me since we were teenagers."

You smile again, and put the tea on. You even find a few cookies before joining him on the sofa.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #fanfic #peaky blinders #alfie x reader #smut #tom hardy #oneshot

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cannibalcoyote · 2 years ago

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Unraveled Ch.3: The Family

Ch.2 Ch.4

After doing some paperwork for about an hour Ellie suddenly runs into the office, rushing over to my desk.

"Come on Els! The beach has been blocked off and we're both being called down there. Apparently there is a body." Ellie whispers quickly to me in distress.

I look up at her, feeling my memories attempting to resurface, but I quickly push them back, swallowing my nerves as I put on my cold, stern exterior. We quickly walked out of the department, hopping into our respective cars and heading over to the beach. I can constantly feel the memories of that little girl's body in the water trying to pick its way into my vision, but I shake it off. I couldn't avenge her, but I can try and solve whoever it is that we find.

Flashing our badges we park our cars and get access to the beach, I stumble slightly in the sand as Ellie and I weave through the small group of people beginning to crowd against the police tape.

We walk straight up to the tape, quickly being allowed in by the uniforms, Ellie going first and walking towards the body. I, however, feel myself slowing down, the waves rolling and the image of a child's dead body being all too similar. My mind and my body feel disconnected, like I am physically here but my mind is simply watching the nauseating scene unfold.

The only thought in my mind being, 'Is this penance for my downfalls, God?', closing my eyes and sharply reopening them I push myself forwards, watching Ellie beginning to get emotional, I think I heard her saying 'no' and 'I know this boy.' Both of these caused my blood to run just that much colder.

I trek towards the body with false confidence, keeping my eyes trained on the body. I can see figures of the D.I. and Ellie having a slight confrontation in my peripheral vision, but I pay them no mind as I spot the body of Danny Latimer lying in the cold sand.

I then look up when I hear an all too familiar accent and tone. The buried feeling of longing resurfacing as the voice awakens old memories.

"Shut it down. You're working a case now!" His voice was serious and his accent Scottish, I finally look up to see his face. He luckily hasn't seen me yet, but seeing him causes my striding over there to hesitate greatly as I feel my facade of confidence crumbling in mere seconds.

He introduced himself to Ellie but I care not about that, all I can focus on is the face of my best friend, Alec Hardy. Luckily they are talking about Danny, him turning around as Ellie identifies the body, Alec turning around as he learns this information. The sickening feeling in my gut is only growing in this whole situation, but I push myself forward. I've got a crime to solve now and I can't let past personal experience interfere with that.

I walk forwards, my feet feeling heavy, the type of heavy like when your boots are filled with water that can never be emptied. I only stop when I reach Ellie, trying to stay out of Alec's view.

"Ellie? Is that who I think it is?" My question rang through the tense air, my voice soft and accent not as noticeable. Ellie jumped in fright before realizing it's me.

"How bad are the uniforms at keeping civilians out of a crime scene?!" Alec exclaims in anger, luckily not looking at me yet.

"They're not that bad, seeing as I'm no civilian Alec." I state. Ellie looks at me in surprise and confusion as I call our new D.I. by his first name. Even he freezes at my tense greeting, almost as if having a moment of realization at hearing my voice. He slowly turns to see my face, the face of his missing best friend, the face of a person he desperately longed for though thought he would never see again.

"Elswyth?" His soft yet gruff voice is full of longing and questioning. His eyes seemingly darkening in sadness as he remembers our past together. Sadly we don't get long to remember as I hear the sound of someone who is not going to take this situation well at all, Beth Latimer.

"Oh, God, who's that?" Alec questions as he shifts his gaze to the distraught mother.

Ellie and I both looked as well with wide eyes, seeing one of our closest friends and mother to the now deceased Danny. We both glance at each other before stumbling forwards, holding our arms out to catch Beth before she can reach Danny. Ellie is telling her she can't be here, but my only focus is to keep her from reaching Danny. I grab her, struggling as she pulls me slightly forward, Alec grabbing her too until the uniforms finally rush over and drag her back, Beth fighting violently as she screams about how those are Danny's trainers, screaming both of our names in despair.

I quickly look away, stumbling backwards slightly, this is all wrong, it's happening all over again. I feel as though I'm going to collapse and be sick when two strong arms grasp me quickly, holding me against their chest as comforting words are spoken quietly. I recognize him, his smell and touch are the same even after not seeing him for so long. He turns me around, as I rest my head against him, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we both understand how this is affecting each other.

After a few more moments I push away from him, I can't let Ellie see this, she would quickly catch on to what happened in my past, and I don't want her hating me like how she loathes Alec. He looks at me as I stumble back again, reaching out to steady me but I push his hands away, he stops immediately, looking down slightly and lowering his hand at my rejection. I can't stand looking at him sad, so instead I turn to Ellie, her hands against her forehead at the despair of Beth. I quickly pull her into a hug, I know this is going to be one of the worst experiences of her life, and I have to be there to make sure it doesn't end up how my case did.

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We're walking along the cliffs, the tape now blocking the edge. We all walk through the y'all grass, I cross my arms across my body as a form of comfort, the waves below splashing loudly.

"They let people walk along here, no safety barriers?" Alec questions, his tone confused as to why.

"It's the coastal path, people know to be careful." Ellie responds simply, all of us continuing to trudge through the tall grass.

"It's a death trap." Alec states as he looks behind us then back around. I give a small, almost nonexistent smile at how blunt he still is, hopefully he doesn't realize how much I've missed his rudely blunt and socially awkward personality.

We continue walking, finally running into SOCO at the crime scene.

"How's it going?" Alec asks as we stop to speak with Brian.

"Well, from what we've got up here, sir, it's looking like the rockfall around the body was faked." Brian responded solemnly. My eyes going dark as I now know for sure that this is a murder.

"What do you mean?" Ellie questions. I hold in my sigh of annoyance as I remember that I can't be mad, this is after all her first murder, as well as this town's first murder; I'm going to have to be patient for Ellie. Brian continues to talk but I feel my mind wandering elsewhere as I examine the area in my head, already having seen that there was no proof Danny was even up here, I then begin to think of all possible suspects, the family are always suspects at first, as well as anyone he might've seen on a day to day basis.

I don't even realize we're leaving until I hear my name being yelled, "Els! Let's go!" I quickly look over to see Alec glance over at my frozen form before walking down the path and Ellie waving me over before following Alec. I quickly run over to catch up, hearing Alec telling Ellie to get the pathologist to hurry up even if it's preliminary. I walk a few feet behind them both, my head looking down at the steps until I hear a sharp yell that grabs my attention.

"D.S. Miller! D.S. Carlisle!"

"Who's that?" Alec questions Ellie as to why someone is shouting our names. I look up to see the one and only obnoxious reporter, Olly Stevens. I push in between them, pushing both of them forwards faster.

"Just keep walking." Ellie sighs as she picks up the pace.

"Ellie! Els!" Olly shouts as if we're best buds.

"He seems to know both of you." Alec states, albeit a little bitterly as he looks at me. I roll my eyes knowing exactly what he's thinking.

"Auntie Ellie! Auntie Els!"

"No no no, don't pull that bullshit Olly." I angrily snarl as I continue walking, now leaving the other two behind as I head to my car.

"I told you, don't do that!" I hear Ellie practically growl at him in annoyance. I ignore them as I go to open my door, looking back to see Alec scowl and release a disgusted sound when hearing Olly works for the Broadchurch Echo. I smile slightly at that scowl upon his face, it makes me remember back to when I would call him Hardy when we were younger and he would scowl in annoyance before returning the favor and calling me Carlisle. I realize what I'm doing and wipe the smile off my face, slipping into my old Alfa Romeo and waiting for Ellie to leave, hearing bits of their conversation and how they're not giving statements.

Olly, seeming to not have any luck with them, instead rushes over to my car.

"Auntie Els, I heard there was a body?"

"Don't pull that shit Oliver, we're not giving statements right now, and you are not allowed to speculate. Now shut it and wait till we give a proper statement." Feeling pissed I slam my door, harshly shifting gears before I speed off to follow Ellie to the Latimer house.

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We all exit our vehicles, Ellie looking a little confused and perturbed. Alec must've told her to tell him if the family we're acting odd. I understand why she's acting like that, but she needs to understand that right now everybody's a suspect. Ellie walks up to the doors first, Alec hangs back and pulls me aside.

"Els, I know this case is bringing up bad memories, if you want to hang back in the cars I understand." Alec states, his normally rough Scottish voice now quiet and concerned. I smile slightly, resting my hand against his shoulder as he looks at my eyes.

"I would love to take up that offer, but this is Ellie's first homicide, and I can't let her face that with you, I know you understand what you're doing, but Ellie won't listen to you, she needs me there to guide her." I pat his chest before walking up to the door, Mark answering it. A flash of uncertainty streaming across his eyes as he greets Alec, Ellie, and myself.

We enter their home, meeting the whole family in the living room. Beth standing up, anxious and restless as she already knows why we're here. Her daughter Chloe, gazing up at me as if begging me to tell them it's not Danny. I look away, the ground becoming my sole focus as they take their seats.

"Hi I'm Detective Inspector Alec Hardy, and I believe you know D.S. Miller and D.S. Carlisle" Alec introduces, inviting them to sit down as he grabs me and himself a chair. We all sit down, the whole family distraught, Ellie barely keeping it together, and Alec being the one forced to keep it together. I'm simply there, I'm there for Ellie and the family, and now I'm also here to make sure that Alec is alright as well.

"The body of a young boy was found..." Alec starts before Beth interrupts, being hushed by Mark before he tells Alec to continue.

"We believe it's Danny's body." Alec states.

Beth looks over at us as she breaks down, "Please Ellie, Elspeth... Was it him?" Beth's question destroys Ellie, she looks over at me before nodding in confirmation to Beth. Beth breaking down even more now, Ellie being unable to hold in some of her tears.

The whole family shudders, the dread of the situation amplifies as everyone cries and Mark attempts to keep it together and hold the family.

I have a feeling of complete emptiness, this is the second murder of a child I have to investigate where I know the family personally, and this is going to be the one to destroy what was left of my shattered soul. My hands shake slightly, and Alec discreetly reaches over to hold them, running his thumb over the top of my hand to calm me down whilst still keeping an eye on the family's reaction. I knew this case was hitting close to home for him as well, so I attempted to soothe him as well, squeezing his hands in thanks and comfort.

Ch.2 Ch.4

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lyralu91 · 29 days ago

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This picture makes me want to write a scene where James surprises his lover on her way back from church 😏

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Imagine him snatching her against his chest, wooly coat all damp, cold leather gloves cupped over her mouth, wintery breath in her ear and a nudge of damp, bristly moustache against her cheek 😌��

"I missed you..."

(P.S. @justrainandcoffee I can also see him doing this to Agnes!!)

#tom hardy #james delaney #james keziah delaney #james delaney imagine #fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #taboobbc #taboofx

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dyns33 · 7 months ago

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Rafiq alruwh

I'm not sure yet if this will be a Bane x reader oneshot or not.

I like it like that, but I could find ideas for part 2. My only problem being that I still need to finish others Tom Hardy's characters story, while wanting to write Feyd Rautha stories.

As much as Y/N listened to these stories over and over again, she couldn't imagine the feeling everyone would describe.

The moment your skin touched your soulmate's skin, and suddenly everything became clear, better. A feeling of joy and the burning need to stay by this person's side forever.

It was a rare phenomenon that scientists could not explain. It was completely impossible to know when this would happen, or if it would happen, because fate seemed cruel. Most people either didn't have soulmates or didn't have the chance to meet them in their lifetime. The world was too big and time too short.

There were still skeptics, who claimed that it was all nonsense, lies, invented by people blinded by love or who wanted to give themselves a certain gender. Only those who ended up meeting the person changed their mind, the others remaining too jealous to accept the truth, considering that it was only a romantic utopia.

Y/N wanted to believe in it. She dreamed of meeting her soulmate and experiencing this special moment.

Her parents were not meant to be together. It was visible.

In her entourage, she had an uncle who had had this experience, a few neighbors, a friend, and all had said the same thing.

What they had in common was that they were all good people. Maybe that was one of the reasons.

“You might have had to choose another type of profession then.”

"Mom…"

“I’m just saying that cop is not the most popular job in the world.”

"And I would say that choosing to be a non-corrupt police officer in Gotham is almost like being a saint."

"You'll end up getting killed, long before you meet your soulmate. I'll never understand why you wanted to be a cop, especially in this town."

There came a day when her mother's fears almost became a reality. The day when terrorists took the entire city hostage with a bomb, preventing everyone from entering and leaving.

It was probably not what she had thought when she talked about dying, but for several months, hidden with her colleagues, Y/N thought about her soulmate, trying to imagine this meeting that would probably never happen.

Staying mainly with Blake and Gordon, she tried to hide her pain, but it did not escape Miranda Tate, who took her hand with a gentle smile and asked what was tormenting her.

“We’re going to die here.” Y/N whispered. "I mean, I'm not afraid of that, that's the risk of the job. But… I didn't think it would be like this now. I wish I had met my soulmate before."

"Your rafiq alruwh. I didn't think many people cared about it here."

"My what ?"

"That's how my father called soulmates. I grew up with a lot of stories about it, because he and my mother were related. I prayed a lot to be that for one of my friends, but no. Our destinies are linked, but not like that.”

"Sorry."

"Even if I would have liked him to be mine, I wish him happiness and that he meets his other half one day. A being worthy of him, of his love and his protection. He deserves to be happy. You too, you seem kind. Maybe you shouldn't have been here."

Her words were strange, but Y/N didn’t tell the others. It wouldn't have changed anything anyway. Even though she had discovered that Miranda Tate had the detonator, that she was the real leader of the terrorists, the streets remained controlled by the militias.

As always, they were saved by the Batman. She had never really known what to think of the vigilante, protected by Gordon and hated by everyone else. He clearly wanted to help Gotham, but his methods remained illegal, and not necessarily effective in the long term.

His death was a tragedy, but not necessarily the end of a symbol. Hope was still there, even stronger, and the Gotham police were determined to ensure everyone's safety.

Y/N felt this determination too.

Still, she froze as she inspected the sewers with Blake and Ramirez. They too had a moment of hesitation, as their lamps illuminated a body. A huge body, sitting against the wall, face hidden by this frightening mask.

There had been a search for Bane and his men after the explosion. Witnesses said the Batman fought him, and won, but they found nothing.

Obviously, the terrorist had managed to drag himself here to die.

"What do we do ?" Ramirez asked shyly. “Should we put a bullet in his head ?”

"What ? Why do you want to do this ?"

"To make sure he's dead. I've seen a lot of movies, man, I know the mistakes to avoid."

She didn't approve of the speech, but Y/N agreed, it was necessary to check it out.

Feeling almost stupid, she moved forward slowly, her hand reaching towards Bane to see if he felt a pulse.

She didn't expect the large hand that quickly grabbed her neck before she could touch him.

Fear paralyzed her body, and yet there was something else. An indescribable, incredible feeling, which resembled happiness but more intense, which was absurd in this situation.

Y/N felt so lost that she didn't realize the hand was relaxing, just resting against her skin instead of squeezing and snapping her neck like it easily could have done.

"Habibi…" was the word spoken with difficulty by Bane, who stared at her with an indecipherable expression.

“Let her go right now, you bastard !”

Maybe he was as confused as her, or maybe he was too weak, but the terrorist didn't avoid Ramirez's punch, while Blake grabbed Y/N to pull her as far away as possible.

She stood still, not understanding what was happening, as Ramirez called for reinforcements, proud of having been able to knock out the giant, even though he knew as well as anyone that he would have had no chance. if his mask hadn't been damaged and he wasn't half dead. It was not possible.

Bane couldn't be her soulmate, Y/N refused to believe it. A man like him had no soul, not after everything he had done, and above all why would he be destined for her ? She didn't feel like she had committed a crime that deserved such punishment.

She was probably never going to see him again anyway.

If he survived to Blackgate, he would be locked there forever. Even if she had permission, she had no intention of visiting him.

But the feeling remained there, strong, impossible to ignore, demanding more. An incomprehensible need to be close to the one who had touched her, so that he would touch her again.

Y/N resisted. She gave her report to Commissioner Gordon, forgetting a few small details, and indicating that she did not wish to follow this case, leaving Bane's case to better agents than her.

This seemed to surprise him, as he considered her one of his best people, but he accepted.

However, it was impossible not to think of her soulmate, since the whole town was only talking about him and his arrest. The television was on loop every day, and her colleagues thought they were doing the right thing by keeping her informed of progress.

"They say his face is horrible. I think there are photos in the file."

"I'd love to see that ! I can't imagine that fucker at all without his weird mask. Do you think he has a normal voice without that thing ?"

“I can go get it so we check.”

Ramirez's gaze met hers as he stood, and without her needing to speak, he knew it was best for him to sit back down and change the subject.

Y/N didn’t see the photos. She absolutely didn't want to.

After several weeks, she asked to take a vacation, claiming to still be traumatized by what had happened to her, in addition to the near destruction of Gotham. She needed some time to rest.

Turning off all the screens and her phone, she tried meditation to clear her mind, so she could get some sleep and forget that her soulmate was a crazy, half-dead terrorist who would soon be judged.

This miserable attempt being a failure, she turned her phone back on shortly after midnight, only to be bombarded with calls and messages, coming from several colleagues, Blake, and Gordon.

"What is happening ?" she asked, calling the Commissioner back.

"Damn, I almost sent men to check on you, you weren't responding ! Where are you ? Are you okay ?"

“I’m at home, why ?”

"Don't panic. Blake will come get you."

“Gordon, what’s going on ?”

"He hasn't said anything since his arrest, keeping very quiet, and then yesterday Bane spoke. He asked to see you, giving your name. The other agents are categorical, it's impossible that he knows ot, no one told him. The agent simply replied that you were not on the investigation, and even on vacation… Damn, he…"

“Gordon, what ?”

"He escaped, Y/N. We don't know how. No one knows where he is, or what he's going to do. But since he talked about you, I don't want to take any risks. Don't move, John will come right away."

She could have told him that she knew very well why Bane had spoken about her, and that it was undoubtedly necessary for her to leave without delay, but fear held her back.

Even if it wasn't her fault, what would the commissioner think when he learned of her connection to the fugitive ? He was a good man, but all men had their limits, and she would be the first to be wary of someone designated as Bane's soulmate.

After hanging up, she jumped out of bed to grab her gun and shoes, ready to wait for Blake to arrive in her living room.

Y/N froze in the middle of the hallway, seeing the huge figure standing between her and the front door.

His face was covered by a scarf, his posture a little less proud than in the videos she had seen of him during his city hostage situation, he appeared to be in pain, but it was obvious that if she tried to pass, he would retain her without the slightest difficulty.

“Habibi.” he whispered, and indeed his voice was different without his mask, more human. "What a joy to see you again. More beautiful than I remember or on pictures. Will you come with us without resistance ? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hands in the air." she replied, pointing her gun at him, ignoring the urge to hug him. “Don’t move, my colleagues are coming.”

"I admire your sense of duty and honor, Habibi. But I will not return to prison, ever again. And I will not leave you either. I thought of you every day. Is your neck healed ? I need to repair my wrongs to you.”

“I said, put your hands in the air.”

“So you leave us no choice, Habibi.” he sighed, looking behind her.

We. He said we, and someone gave him her name. Y/N reacted too late, one man grabbing her gun, and the other not holding her shoulder, injecting something into her neck with a syringe.

In an instant, she found herself on the ground, her vision blurring, but her body not panicking, as it was invaded by an incredible sensation. Bane had reached out to hug her, his eyes smiling as he ran a hand over her cheek.

"It's okay. I'm taking you home, rafiq alruwh."

All her life, Y/N had waited for this moment, this feeling, this sentence. She told herself that the stories we said to children were really stupid, as her eyes closed.

#the dark knight rises #bane #bane tdkr #bane x reader #bane fanfiction #bane imagine

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 7 months ago

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TOM HARDY MASTER LIST

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Alfie Solomons

The Boogeyman 🎃Halloween Special🎃

- Monster!Alfie Solomons

Summary: "Do not misbehave, be a good girl. And no matter what. Never! enter the woods. He will get you."

In a small village plagued by the ominous presence of the Boogeyman, you, a young and curious woman, find your world forever altered when you cross paths with Alfie Solomons, an enigmatic and older man. Instantly captivated by his mystique, you're drawn into his intriguing world, but as your connection deepens, you can't help but wonder if your newfound association with him will lead to unforeseen danger and consequences.

(UNEDITED)

Soulbound Scars (ONESHOT)

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

- Soulmate AU

Summary: In a gritty world of crime and secrets, Y/n, marked by shared scars and pain with feared gang leader Alfie, takes an unexpected punch to his face.

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Brave Little Protector (ONESHOT)

Summary: Following a night on the town, Alfie and Y/n's evening takes an ominous turn when a menacing group of men attempts to intimidate them. Despite Alfie's leg issues, the men foolishly believe they have the upper hand, oh boy, were they mistaken.

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Mine to Kill (ONESHOT)

Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader

Summary: When Alfie finds himself on the brink of death yet again, it's Y/n who drags him to an unexpected safe haven. Even with the hate between the two, they can’t deny the connection between the two of them.

(UNEDITED)

Spoiled

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Part One

Summary: Y/n is looking in a dress boutique when a strange man comes in and pays for her dress. This forms a strange friendship between Y/n and Alfie.

Part Two

Summary: Alfie and Y/n had been friends for a while now and Y/n started catching feelings.

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DestinyAlfie Solomons x Gn!Reader

Summary: The story follows Alfie and the reader, who repeatedly cross paths throughout their lives but never truly meet until they both end up in Camden after the war. Despite numerous near-miss encounters, a fateful day finally brings them together, and their meeting feels like the culmination of a deep, unspoken connection.

#fanfic #smut #tom hardy #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy fanfic #alfie #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons smut #peaky blinders alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #bane #bane dc #bane x reader

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ooihcnoiwlerh · 4 months ago

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Okay, so, just saw The Bike Riders and

I am still very much invested in my Feyd/Reader fic but I also really want to write a Johnny/Benny/Kathy oneshot? It wouldn't work in canon because of the relationship dynamics but Benny is a character that would've been so flat and uninteresting with a weaker actor but Austin Butler just breathes life into him to the point that yeah, it's no wonder both Kathy and Johnny are so in love with/protective of/possessive of him. It doesn't hurt that both Jodie Comer and Tom Hardy are also very attractive shhh

#the bikeriders #austin butler #benny cross #tom hardy #kathy cross #jodie comer #johnny davis

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lyralu91 · 6 months ago

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Chapter update - The river that connects us

Still writing the smutsmut my lovelies! 😅😝 Been two messy weeks for me but I'm getting there! 🥵 So are James and Lorna hehe 😏💦 For those of you who missed, I'm also working on a James oneshot and a Tom Hardy RPF! 🐾

#tom hardy #jessie buckley #james delaney #james keziah delaney #lorna bow #lorna delaney #taboobbc #taboofx #fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #the river that connects us

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ceafighter · 7 months ago

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I couldn’t resist 🫣

Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

Venom Tag List: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

You tut and continue about making Venom’s tater tots. It hadn’t really been a genuine thought. It’s just that when you and Eddie trade Venom between you like parents trading a toddler for alone time, it kind of felt that way at times. Not that you were complaining, of course. Any time with Venom piggybacking in your head was time well spent in your own personal opinion.

It was just a shame that you weren’t a better match. Then he could come around with you more often. But no, that was Eddie’s responsibility, it would seem.

“I know, V- you know how human brains work. Thoughts just pop in unannounced.”

I WILL ALLOW IT.

You chuckle and pour yourself a glass of wine. A tendril of Venom’s form spreads from your back to put the wine bottle away for you, and you thank him kindly. Checking the timer on the tots, you frown. They were going to be at least another fifteen minutes.

“What do you want to do tonight, V?” You ask, plopping down on the lounge chair and taking a sip.

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU.

You smile softly, and Venom chuckles in your brain in response. That took some getting used to, actually, hearing someone laugh in your mind. But like all things, you acclimated.

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply.

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN.

You take another swig of your wine and flick the TV on quietly, flipping through to get to Venom’s favourite channel.

“How do you mean? Eddie’s a sweetie deep down,” you respond, finally finding the channel and putting the subtitles on for yourself. Eddie was always a sweetie. It was just that he was a bit gruff. Venom grunts.

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE.

You hear the bathroom door creak open and turn around, seeing Venom’s tendril rooting around in there for something. You don’t question it further than that, knowing that whatever he’s looking for will be found.

You’re proven correct when the tendril returns with your hairbrush. You dutifully fluff your hair out from the neck of your cardigan for Venom, who hums appreciatively and begins to brush at your hair.

It’s something he likes to do for you. You’re not sure whether it’s because he enjoys the sensation himself, or whether it’s something he does for you. It could be both, all things considered. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lose yourself in the motions for a few minutes.

“He can be an ass,” you finally acquiesce. “But he means well.”

Venom’s head materialises from over your shoulder and faces you. His tendril pauses its ministrations in your hair for a moment, and he appears thoughtful.

“I suppose,” Venom replies. “We prefer you. Prettier host.”

You flush pink and brush a hand over Venom’s cheek. Or what would be his cheek, you supposed?

“You’re a sweet thing, V.”

Venom nods, ripples of his skin flowing over his form.

“Like chocolate, yes?”

You laugh and make to get up when the timer for the tater tots goes off.

“Like chocolate.”

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madmen-ao3feed · 1 year ago

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Quick Oneshots/Crossovers - Part 51

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by CreativeLiterature

A collection of oneshots and/or crossovers which jump right into it.

Each chapter name mentions which fandoms it contains.

Words: 2162, Chapters: 15/15, Language: English

Series: Part 51 of Quick Oneshots/Crossovers

Fandoms: 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), Real Person Fiction, Gilmore Girls (TV 2000), 13 Going On 30 (2004), Mad Men, New Girl (TV 2011), Will & Grace (TV), RimWorld (Video Game), Alias (TV), MADtv (TV), The Chase (TV), Austin Powers (Movies), Victoria & Abdul (2017), Legally Blonde (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Family Guy (Cartoon)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Original Characters, Ms. Perky (10 Things I Hate About You), Jenna Rink, Don Draper, Jessica Day (New Girl), Roger Sterling, Karen Walker (Will & Grace), Nick Miller, Julian Sark, Miss Swan (MADtv), Bradley Walsh, Dr. Evil (Austin Powers), Frau Greta Farbissina, Abdul Karim, Queen Victoria, Tom Hardy (Actor), Elle Woods, Paulette Bonafonté, Peter Griffin, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Stewie Griffin, Harry Potter, Rubeus Hagrid, Quirinus Quirrell, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Lois Griffin

Additional Tags: Screenplay/Script Format

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mad men

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mlmxreader · 1 month ago

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Blistered and Broken | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ Can I request the prompt "Stop fucking swearing" With Alfie please? Thank you! ❞

: ̗̀➛ Why the fuck would anyone want to be in the trenches by choice?

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, use of "fag" as a slang term for cigarette, graphic depictions of war & injury, eye trauma, facial trauma, toxic gas, bombing.

↳ if you can, please consider giving to Karim & his family so that they may have a better life and future outside of the ongoing genocide; so far, they have raised $3895 of their $40,000 goal!

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The grass had died, leaving behind wiry strands of brown and black wisps that scattered the ground; the shaking and quaking of the ground had been nonstop since arrival, and thanks to the Belgian troops now joining, conditions were even more cramped. Even less food, less water, less cigarettes.

Pestilence was as common a friend as the lingering smell of pineapple and pepper and the constant sound of explosions, gunfire and screaming.

It was easy to get desensitised to the surroundings when they were constant; no way to go home, to go back to civilian life. No. No, that was all that was left anymore - shit, piss, blood, vomit, pus and mud.

The sight of dead men's faces buried beneath the watery soil. The crunch of their faces during charges.

The thick, clinging scent of blood to clothes of medics - could smell them coming miles away.

The sound of lice being fried in pans and tea being brewed in crude ways. The splash of piss against the machine guns. The snap of condoms over rifles when it rained.

Why the fuck would anyone want to be there?

What was so fucking glorious about it?

What fucking victory was there?

How much blood would be spilled until kings were content?

How many more lives would have to be lost?

All over a fucking pissing contest. A bunch of fucking spoiled brats who wanted nothing more than to sacrifice the poor for their own sake. Just to be proven right.

The sound of a cough brought Alfie's attention to you; lying in his crooked and crude bed, eyes burned and throat still sore from the latest gas attack. He had not left your side since, and although the medics saw you as often as they could, it wasn't enough - too many were dying out there for them to properly look after you.

So Alfie did.

As Captain, he was expected to stay behind anyway, so he did; he stayed and did what he could for you.

A raspy breath made him grasp your hand tightly, letting you know that he was still at your side.

"Alf... Alf..." you gasped out. "Need... need a... a fag... please..."

He nodded and searched his pockets, finding the almost broken and snapped packet in his breast pocket; he took two out, lit them, and handed one to you with as much haste as he possibly could.

You were immediately grateful, wheezing and coughing as you took a long and considerate drag. Snot dribbling down your burned nose and the blistered skin of your top lip.

"How are you feelin', matey?" He asked softly, or at least, as softly as he could. "Any better?"

You coughed, yellowish green foam spitting from your mouth and splattering onto the blanket at your thighs. "Oh, fuck no... everything... everything inside hurts.. hurts so fucking much, Alf..."

"Easy, boy-o," Alfie scoffed. "Stop fucking swearing, ain't no need for that shit... is it your eyes again? Do I have to fuckin' rinse 'em out again?"

You shook your head weakly. "Everything inside hurts..."

He frowned, swallowing thickly as he flicked the ash aside; he was kind of glad of it, all honesty.

At least you didn't have to see the carnage beyond the wooden and dirt walls; the bodies and their squashed bones.

The way other soldiers were eaten alive at night.

The medics had taken your bandages off two days ago, said that you would be alright by the end of the week as long as Alfie kept the wounds clean.

But the blisters kept popping, and thick, yellow pus kept dribbling out; it was warm, hot compared to the stale air. It stuck to the cloths that Alfie used to clean it up, clinging to the fabric with gooey tendrils. The smell of it pungent and always making Alfie gag a bit.

But he did it for you, not for himself.

You were the only man he ever cared about, the only person in the world who actually understood him, and although he had to hide it through terms of endearment that sounded like friendship, you both knew it was something different.

It was something that had to remain unspoken, for both your sake and his.

Something that could never be uttered, not even when he was kissing your forehead at night and falling asleep in the rickety chair by the bed.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "We'll get some rum down you, that'll make it better."

You nodded in agreement, harsh and quick breaths echoing from the back of your throat. "Alf..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," you groaned out.

"Ain't your fault," he said quietly, patting your hand. "You saved a life by riskin' your own - I might not fuckin' agree with it, but... you did the good thing. You're a good man, and you heard the medics - you'll be alright soon enough... once all them blisters heal up, you'll be back on... back on No Man's Land in no time, eh?"

You swallowed thickly, the sensation making you want to vomit. "We... we both know... that... that you... you're the best of us..."

"I wouldn't fuckin' risk my life for a stranger," he pointed out. "You did. And now, instead of bein' swallowed by the mud, that cunt is in a field hospital gettin' seen to. You fuckin' saved his life and... shit. It should be me who's sorry, you know that."

"Field hospital..." you scoffed, the syllables becoming more jumbled the lower the volume got and the more the rattling of your lungs grew louder. "Can't go... too many... jerry shells..."

"Unfortunately," he murmured. "But you got me."

"Doctor fucking Solomons."

He smiled, nodding as he let out a shaky breath. "Captain Doctor Fucking Solomons to you, matey."

"Alf?" You waited for him to hum before you finished, "you know I love you to bits, don't you?"

"I know," he said quietly, sparing a look over his shoulder just to make sure. "It's mutual, you know that... finish your fag and get some rest, yeah? I ain't going anywhere anyway."

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ao3feed-scorbus · 2 years ago

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Hardy Potter Oneshots

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by Anonymous

Oneshots I write for fun sometimes. You can leave requests but I’ll be writing my own too.

Words: 4805, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Severus Snape, Pansy Parkinson, Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Albus Severus Potter, Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Theseus Scamander, Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Severus Snape, Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/James Potter, Sirius Black/Severus Snape, Sirius Black/James Potter, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Luna Lovegood/Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Tina Goldstein/Newt Scamander, Credence Barebone/Newt Scamander, Newt Scamander/Theseus Scamander, Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald/Newt Scamander, Credence Barebone/Gellert Grindelwald

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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#ao3feed #fanfic #scorbus #harrypotter #scorpius #albus

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holdmytesseract · 1 year ago

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Thank for the tag @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl @muddyorbsblr @anukulee @smolvenger ! 🥰💕

1. Honestly, I have no idea. I lost count. 😅 But I can tell you for which characters I wrote series and oneshots - if somebody's interested.

DT characters: 10th Doctor (Doctor Who), Alec Hardy (Broadchurch), Kilgrave (Jessica Jones), Jean-François Mercier (The Spies of Warsaw), Will Burton (The Escape Artist), a bit of Campbell Bain (Takin' Over the Asylum) and I believe I even wrote a oneshot once for Crowley (Good Omens). 😅

Tom characters: Loki, Jonathan Pine, Captain James Conrad, Magnus Martinsson, Robert Laing, Thomas Sharpe, Will Ransome and a bit for Tom himself.

I also wrote a few things for Daryl Dixon. Not to forget Kylo Ren and Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky).

2. Most successful one... Hmm... I believe 'Baby Fever' and 'Blessing in Disguise' 🤔

3. Np tags 💕: @fictive-sl0th @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @multifandom-worlds @lady-rose-moon

#1 How many total fics have you written

#2 What's your most successful one (if you know the answer to this).

#3 Send this to your fic writing mutuals ❤❤

A lot in the past but now I’m working on 3 fics

Love 2 Remember

Tag: @sarahdonald87 @navybrat817 @gurugirl @ramp-it-up @irishhappiness

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cannibalcoyote · 2 years ago

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Unraveled Ch.8: Dull

Ch.7 Ch.9

"Cocaine though... Must be a one-off." Ellie spoke as Alec poured himself a cup of tea.

"They're not that type of family, Chloe's not that type of girl." Ellie continued to say - though she seemed to be attempting to reassure herself. Her hands on her hips as she observed Alec at the kitchen; myself standing to the side of Alec, peering through the blinds to the gray sky.

"Nobody ever is." Alec states in response, continuing to make his bitter tea.

My mind drifts away from the conversation, it's not that I'm uninterested, it's just that I can't seem to focus. What Jack said to me at his shop still replays in my mind, the confrontation still fresh. I just can't believe he would say that to me, after how close we've gotten, I've even started to think of him like a second father. I understand why he doesn't want to tell anyone, but he should know that I would never break my promise, and that him threatening to tell others of my experience frightens me more than anything.

In my peripheral I notice Ellie walking away, probably something to do with the dull phone ring I heard a few seconds ago. Shaking my thoughts away, I attempt to settle back into reality when I hear someone - I presume to be Alec - speedily walking out of the door and down the hallway. I turn just in time to see the door close, quickly following after him. I just manage to catch a glimpse of him as he slips into the restroom. I'm a little confused as to why he left in such a hurry, it's not like we haven't had the restroom available at all times.

I decide to just go back into the room and wait for him to return, sipping the bitter tea he made whilst daydreaming.

_______

Alec walks back into the office and I quickly put down the now empty mug, slowly walking after him until he enters his private office. Deciding to give him his space I head over to my own desk.

The workers in here still make me uncomfortable, their eyes are scanning everything, and I don't like how that one guy is looking at Frank's desk. Having strangers here in general makes me uncomfortable, though there ain't much we can do about that at the moment.

I glance up as I hear Ellie telling off a phone line guy, this guy specifically makes me feel nauseous. I don't know why, but just being in the same room as him makes me uncomfortable, uncomfortable to the point of having an internal argument on whether I should just continue working at my desk or walk into Alec's office with my laptop and continue work from his couch. However, I don't have time to decide as Alec quickly strides out of his office, calling for us to follow him.

"Carlisle, Miller. Postman, come on." He speaks as he shoves on his jacket, not even sparing us a glance. Ellie pushes me forward as I stumble back into reality, hastily tossing on my jacket as well before following after Alec.

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We're out here in a nice, quiet part of town. I remember looking for a house out here, but everyone living in this area has a family, and being around them just made me sad. The children of said families either reminded me of Pippa or Daisy, both of which left me feeling guilty, ashamed, and morose.

Deciding I need to pull myself together and get back into this investigation I listen carefully to Kevin. He's a nice lad. I've seen him a couple of times on my occasional early morning walks, but we've never said any more than 'hello's' or just the normal greetings.

"Yeah, that's my round, up past Briar Cliff." He responds, hands shoved in his pockets casually.

"And did you work the route last month?" Ellie questions, hands folded politely in front of her as she awaits his answer.

"I think I've done every delivery out there for the past eight or nine weeks, I'd say." Kevin states as he estimates how long he's been working his route, glancing slightly between Ellie, Alec, and myself.

Ellie also gives the both of us a small glance, about to say something before I decided to speak,

"Did you ever see Daniel Latimer during your rounds?" My voice is steady, holding no accusation, maintaining a neutral tone.

"Yeah, all the time. He used to deliver papers up there to a couple of houses, including the hut... When I heard, I thought, 'I've only seen him a couple of days previous'." I can tell he's answering honestly, I really don't think Kevin was involved, but I know we have to be thorough and be completely sure.

Stepping back I allow Ellie to continue her questioning,

"And did you ever talk to him? I'm thinking particularly the last week in June."

"I might've waved, and maybe said 'hello'. I didn't really know him to talk to." Kevin replied, his voice holding a hint of confusion as to why last week in June was important.

"That's it? Just 'hello'?" Ellie clarifies, her mind likely wondering as to why the information Jack gave us isn't adding up, myself wondering the same thing.

"What else would I say?" Kevin asks, curious as to what else he would say and why he is even being questioned about it.

An empty pause fills the atmosphere, the information we were given isn't adding up. I look over to Alec's stern and stoic figure, he hasn't said a thing the entire time, just listening and reading Kevin's body language. As the silence drags on, Kevin's curiosity turns into confusion, his mind now realizing that something must've been said about him that led the police to warrant questioning him.

"You didn't ever have a conversation with him?"Ellie breaks the pause

"No" Kevin responds.

"Or an argument?" Alec's voice is steady and calm, he must also know that Kevin is more than likely not a suspect. I cross my arms and glance away from him as I listen to Kevin's answer,

"What am I gonna be arguing with a paper lad about?" He responds, probably a little weirded out as to why they would ask if he ever argued with Danny.

"And where were you Thursday night?" Ellie continues, asking him for his alibi.

"Thursday, I'd have been with the boys. We got hammered. Six of us, there was. Finished at 4:00, My missus woke me up at 7:00, I was out cold." Kevin explained, nodding his head as he remembered his whereabouts.

"We're gonna need the names of all those you were with." Ellie replies, Alec glancing over at her before going to me, then back to Kevin.

"But I mean, you don't think I had anything to do with it?" Kevin concerningly asks, pointing at himself in disbelief.

"Oh, it's just to rule things out. Nothing to worry about."

"Alright, thank you Kevin." I quickly say as I attempt to draw Alec's attention away from Ellie, pushing them forwards.

I can almost feel Alec's struggle to hold back telling her to shut up. The questioning was going good, and Ellie is doing fairly well for her first murder, but her and Alec will most definitely continue to butt-heads on this case.

"Don't say that." Alec speaks in a quiet and frankly tired tone, being careful to not allow Kevin to hear their conversation.

"Don't say what?"Ellie asks, confused as to what she's done this time."

"No need to worry." Alec replies.

"Why not?" Ellie questions, finding no fault in her past words.

"Don't reassure people. Let them talk." Alec states. Hearing him talk like this reminds me of when he would be forced to mentor new recruits back at our old station.

"Can I just say, you can't just walk up here and try to mold me. I know what I'm doing, and I know how to handle people. And you can keep your broody bullshit shtick to yourself." Ellie frustratingly rants for a moment as they approach her car.

Releasing a tired sigh I lazily grab Ellie's arm and pull her away from the car and a little down the sidewalk.

"What are you doing?" Ellie questions, still frustrated from her prior conversation.

"Ellie, I get that you don't like our new boss, but that doesn't mean you ignore everything he says!" I grunt as I glance over to see Alec leaning against Ellie's car.

"Don't tell me you're taking his side!" She responds, now even more frustrated.

"Listen, whether you like him or not, what he is saying should not be ignored. You shouldn't have reassured Kevin, he would have continued talking had you not said that." I explain calmly.

Her expression goes from frustrated to conflicted, hopefully my words get through to her, the last thing we need is for her to make her first murder case harder than it already is.

She releases a quiet sigh before looking up at me, giving a small nod. I smile in reassurance before giving her a playful shove and walking off to my car.

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I decide to take a detour, sending a quick text to Ellie before turning my car away from the station, instead heading towards the grocery store.

The real reason I postponed going back to the station was because I needed a breath of air away from everything. With everything that's going on, feeling bad and haunted by my past makes me feel selfish, but that doesn't stop my memories from affecting me; I feel disgusted and shameful of myself, I should be worrying about Beth and finding Danny's murderer, not worrying about what happened to me.

I pull into my parking spot, the steady foot and car traffic isn't really helpful, but it's a welcome change from the foot traffic of the phone men in our office.

I just sit in there, my eyes glazed over as I stare through the windshield, trying to convince myself to get out and buy something I want to eat. The only thing that awakens me from my internal thoughts is the sound of a loud scrape.

I jump in my seat, praying it's not a crash that will require my attention. Instead of finding two drivers arguing, I see Beth, who, in a fit of rage, is slamming her hands against her car.

My recent thoughts forgotten, I speedily shove my door open, and run towards Beth. I grab her arms lightly but firmly, attempting to stop her from hitting the car and possibly hurting herself.

"Beth...Beth stop." I calmly speak as her rage simmers down, only her sadness remaining as she leans herself against me, slowly crouching to the ground, myself following.

I can hear someone else calling her name, but I'm too focused on her to care. I only realize it's Paul when he crouches down across from us, a concerned look displayed upon his face.

"Are you alright?" His question is obvious and stupid, but it is what you would expect anyone to ask. Though I saw his question coming, Beth's answer was far from expected.

It takes her a few moments before she responds, her entire face seeming dazed at everything that is truly happening to her.

"I'm pregnant." She states, leaning against the car as though both physically and mentally exhausted. Her response shocks me, I can only imagine how this affected her when she first found out.

Shaking myself out of my thought-filled daze, I assist Paul in helping Beth up, Paul lifting her by her left hand whilst I provide stability on the other side.

We sit in her trunk for about a minute before Paul breaks our silence.

"Have you told anyone?" His question was, once again, obviously going to be asked. But that's not to say that it hadn't preoccupied my mind for the past 60 seconds.

"I only found out about two weeks ago." Came Beth's reply. Usually when someone talks about their pregnancy they are filled with happiness, but with Beth I can hear how exhausted she is.

"You don't want to tell Mark?" Paul asks as he glances over at her.

"It's complicated" Was Beth's short reply.

"Of course." Paul accepted, though you could see the worry and confusion at her current situation.

Placing my hand gently on her shoulder, I give her a small smile as she glances at me.

"Do you have anyone you can talk to? Your mum, maybe?" I question calmly.

"No. Not now, and don't you go telling her either." Beth states, her voice serious and her tone final.

Another silence ensues for a couple of moments, and I know for a fact that Paul is going to ask her another question. As much as I love Paul, he tends to ask a lot of questions whenever he's in a situation like this.

"What are you gonna do?" He questions, I hide my grim smirk, knowing now is not the time to find humor in knowing your friends so well.

"Can you stop asking me bloody questions?" Beth retaliates, beginning to become frustrated.

"Beth, you know he isn't trying to upset you." I state, trying to calm her growing tension and Paul's growing uncomfortableness.

"No, no, it's alright, I do ask a lot of questions, apparently." Paul explains.

"I'll leave you alone." Paul continues, standing up, nodding his head to both Beth and myself before heading on his way.

I can practically hear Beth thinking, though I don't know what to say. So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and finding out your pregnant after your son's murdered must be a very shocking and unnerving thing to deal with.

"Beth.. I know you don't want to talk about this, and that's okay, but are you going to be alright on your way home?" I question softly, trying not to enrage the already on-edge Beth. She simply gazes forward at the bustling people before glancing towards myself, offering a short smile before replying.

"I'll be fine Els, you go on." Her voice is strained, almost as though her body has had no rest in quite awhile. Unsure of her answer I simply nod and get up to leave, but not before saying,

"If you ever want to talk, whether it's just in general or about this, I'm always here." I state comfortingly before nodding to her and heading off to my car, the thought of buying myself a snack long having left my mind.

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