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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @freddiefredfive, @verysmolnerd, @writingkitten

Warnings: smut, threesome, blowjob, swearing, good guy/bad guy routine, talk of a hit

AN: Thank you to @illiana-mystery for fixing up the picture of Marcus. This should be fun to write. Story under the cut.

How I ended up in this situation was beyond me. I hadn't done anything to anyone. At least not that I knew of. Armand paced the room as he made a few calls, glancing at me every few seconds. Whatever was being said on the other end wasn't what he wanted to hear. I bit my lip and played with the hem of my shirt. Armand's hand on my arm made me jump.

"Sorry." He smiled softly at me. "There has been no sign of the man that you described. Perhaps he left?" I shook my head.

"Armand, you saw the note with your own eyes. Why would someone send that to me if they were just going to disappear?" I pleaded. Armand nodded and reached for my hand. I held onto it like a life line. "Mon cher, je suis terrifé." I looked over at him, tears threatening to spill over. Armand leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"Je sais. Je sais." he whispered. I leaned against him as the past week's events and feelings caught up to me. "I won't let anything happen to you. They are putting you into protection. I volunteered. We're going out to Three Pines. Completely off the radar. If this guy wants to come for you, we'll be prepared." I pulled back to look at him.

"Will it be safe Armand?" My stomach churned at the thought of putting any of the villagers in danger.

"We aren't going to stay in the village. There's a little cabin we can use." He seemed to read my mind. "Nous serons en sécurité. Je promets." I nodded and wiped my eyes.

"When do we leave?" I asked, standing up and looking through the two way mirror on the far way. I couldn't see anything except Armand's reflection but it was reassuring that it was there.

"We can leave now." Armand looked at his phone one last time before walking over to where I was. He put a hand on my back and led me out of the room. "We are taking an unmarked car with an escort. We won't be stopping at either of our houses." I looked over my shoulder at him. "There will be clothes and food there for the two of us. Enough for a few days. One of the detail will go out if we need anything else. The illusion will be a couples' retreat." I blushed but nodded. "Maybe we can finally have that talk we've been meaning to." He whispered as he helped me into my coat. Turning around to collect my gloves from him, I nodded. The look of hope in his eyes didn't escape my notice nor the way that his hand was on my back the first chance he got.

We found the car we were supposed to be in and I climbed in after Armand. He looked a little nervous to find he wasn't driving us but quickly squeezed my hand to dispel any concerns. With a tight smile, Armand gave the go ahead to start the drive out to the idealistic village just outside Montreal. The ride was silent aside from the faint French mutterings of Armand. Periodically, I would tear my gaze away from the window to look at him questioningly. When he caught me, Armand would give me a smile and a shake of the head before squeezing my hand again. It was nightfall by the time we reached the cabin and I was ready to climb into bed. Armand helped me climb out of the car and into the cabin. Standing in the center of the living room, I waited while the security detail checked the cabin and Armand set about checking for the necessities.

"Nous sommes bien." He assured me. I nodded at him as he wrapped me up in a hug. I didn't realize I was shaking until he repeated his earlier statement. Relaxing against him, I felt him nod as the other officers let him know it was all clear. "We should get to bed. It's been..." I nodded, knowing what he was going to say.

"D'accord." I agreed as I made my way to the bedroom. "Uh Armand?" I called as I heard him moving about the kitchen.

"Oui?" He called back. When I didn't reply, he made his way to where I was standing. "Oh. Merde." I looked over at Armand and watched as he seemed to go through the five stages of grief in one moment. "Doesn't matter. I'll sleep on the floor." My eyes widened as he turned to go back to the kitchen.

"Armand!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm. "I can't let you do that." He stared at me as I took in the room again. "Look. The bed is big enough. We can share it." Armand nodded slowly and I laughed. "I'm sure Armand. Besides," I moved a little closer to him. "I think having you closer would make me feel safer." He raised an eyebrow at me but I shook my head. "I'm serious. It's not a line. I would feel safer." I squeezed his arm to make my point and Armand nodded, patting my hand.

"Alright. Give me a few minutes. I just want to see what there is to eat here." I nodded and followed him to the kitchen. I sat on the counter while he ran an inventory of what we had been stocked with. Nodding to himself, he helped me down and followed me back to the bedroom. "Would you like to shower?" Armand asked, pulling out what must have been normal sleepwear for him. I shook my head and dug through a different dresser looking for a shirt and pajama pants. Armand nodded and headed into the bathroom. I found pajama pants and changed into those before digging back in to find a shirt. There was a quiet knock and I saw Armand's arm sticking out from the door to the bathroom. He held the shirt he had been wearing under his dress shirt. Smiling to myself, I took it.

"Merci." I called to him. There was a hum and then the shower turned on. Climbing into the bed, I looked around the room to see if there were any easy entry points. The only one I could see was the window but it would be on Armand's side. As much as I hated it, it meant that Armand would know the second someone tried to get in. Nerves bit into my mind and I got up to double check the door. I grabbed the poker from the fireplace and carefully made my way to the door just as Armand was coming out of the bathroom. "Just checking the door." I muttered. He nodded and checked his phone one last time.

I made my way through the living area to the door. Checking it, I froze. It was unlocked. A small crash made me jump and turn around. Standing in the hallway was a man with his gun drawn. It was pointed at me.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled, hoping Armand would hear me. The man in front of me slowly crept forward and I stood frozen to the spot. "ARMAND! J'ai bensoin d'aide! MAINTENANT!" I heard a gun click and hoped that it was Armand's and not the man in front of me. My grip on the fire poker slipped and I nearly dropped it. Armand appeared behind the man and I nearly sagged in relief when he pressed his gun against the man's head.

"Drop it. Now." Taking a deep breath, I watched as the man lowered his gun. This time I did sag in relief as Armand was able to grab the gun. "Pas toi, (Y/N). Gardez le poker en l'air." I nodded and readjusted my grip on the weapon I was holding.

"You two make a good team." The man said. He leered at me as Armand handcuffed him. He was pushed into a chair and Armand stood above him.

"What's your name?" He growled. The man just laughed at him.

"What? No phone call? Or do I have to ask for my lawyer in order to do that?" Armand looked like he was going to slap the man.

"Les menottes Armand." I reminded him quietly. Armand looked at me. I was chewing on my lip, keeping my distance from the man in the chair. Armand sighed and nodded.

"Your name." He ground out, returning his attention to the man in the chair.

"Marcus." He responded, eyeing the two of us curiously. "The people I work for want them dead." Marcus nodded at me. "Something about crossing the wrong people. I'm not really sure. I don't ask questions about my mark." Armand threw a glance at me and nodded.

"So you admit you were trying to kill (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Marcus nodded and shrugged as best he could.

"Easy money honestly. I didn't expect you to put up much of a fight though." The last part was directed at me and I hid behind Armand a little more. "What did you do anyway? Pretty little thing like you. Involved with the chief inspector. Wouldn't expect someone to take a hit out on you." Armand reached behind him and put a hand on my hip. "Doesn't matter. Someone else will come once they realize I was caught." I stared at the back of Armand's head and took a step closer to him. "Or..." Marcus trailed off, staring just over Armand's shoulder.

"Or?" He prompted. Armand squeezed my hip and I took another step closer to him. Marcus laughed and shook his head. "Or?"

"How about the three of us have a little fun?" Marcus caught my eye and smiled at me. "Seems like the two of you have something going on already. You let me in on it and I let you walk. Go back to who hired me and say I completed the job. You get to stay out here, hiding away but alive." Armand stiffened and glanced at me over his shoulder. "The other option is I shoot both of you and make it look like an accident. Or maybe something that happened on purpose." I could see Armand's shoulders tense up and wished I could do something about it. I tightened my grip on the poker as Marcus's words sunk in.

"I agree." I stepped out from behind Armand and made eye contact with Marcus. "But I want assurance that we can walk after this. And that Armand can go back to the force." Marcus shook his head.

"Like I said. Seems like you two have something going on. I'm not the only one who knows that. The people that sent me already know that the two of you came up here together. That little detail outside is dead. If you two don't come out, they will never know the difference between you being dead or alive. And once I get back and give them word, you can live out here the rest of your days." I looked over at Armand. In my mind, a lifetime with him didn't sound like that bad an idea. But this wasn't just about me.

"(Y/N), es-tu sûr?" Armand kept an eye on Marcus but turned towards me. There was something shining in his eyes that I couldn't put a name to. "Nous devrions rester ici mais..."

"Nous serions vivants." I finished. Armand nodded. I smiled at him. "Je suis sûr. C'est ce que je veux Armand." Armand nodded in agreement and set about taking the handcuffs off Marcus.

“Ground rules. We go one at a time.” Armand’s voice shook as he talked, leading me back to the bedroom. “(Y/N) is in control the whole time. Whatever they say goes. They say stop, you stop.” I pulled my pajama pants off and laid down on the bed. Marcus and Armand were staring at each other, engaged in some sort of pissing contest where they sized each other up.

“Armand, you first.” My voice shook as I pointedly held my hand out to him. Armand nodded and shed his clothes as he closed the short distance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marcus do the same before settling into the chair by the fireplace. “Make it easy.” I whispered at him as he hovered over me. Nodding, Armand leaned down to kiss me. It was the first one that held meaning and promise.

“I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life here with you by the way.” He whispered as he pulled away. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around him. Armand's hand drifted down until he was able to push past the waistband on my underwear. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed how turned on I was. Groaning, I arched up into him. His stomach brushed against mine at the movement and I let out a shuddering gasp. Armand kissed along my neck and jaw before pulling his hand away. I whined before he pulled my underwear down. "Es-tu prêt?" I looked down to realize that he had also pulled his own off. My eyes widened at the sight of him but I nodded anyway.

"Oui Armand." I gave him verbal consent. Armand took himself in hand and gently started to push in. I met his gaze as he stilled for a moment before continuing to enter me. When he bottomed out, I was as full as I had ever been. Armand leaned down and gave me a kiss.

"ça va mon amour?" he murmured. I nodded and tilted my hips up. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, Armand slowly pulled out before slamming his hips into mine. I cried out and tightened my grip around him. Armand set the pace, making sure that I would reach my end quickly. "The quicker we finish, the quicker he finishes." He muttered above me. My chuckle broke off into a moan as Armand lifted my hips up, hitting new spots that made me see stars. "Then we can do this as many times as you want." I moaned in approval as Armand smiled down at me. Tilting my head, I locked eyes with Marcus. He was stroking himself to the sight before him and my mind short circuited. Marcus smirked at me before getting up quickly.

"Move." He shoved Armand's arm. Armand stilled and stared at him.

"One at a time. We agreed." Armand growled. Marcus laughed.

"Fuck that." He said as he grabbed my arms and forced Armand and me to turn so my head was hanging off the bed. My eyes widened when I came face to face with his dick. "Sucking is as good as fucking. So get to work." Marcus tapped my cheek and settled into position. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and let him push in. I gagged as he started to thrust but quickly adjusted.

As Marcus found his own independent rhythm, I moaned as Armand returned to his. Marcus hummed above me and I started to slowly lick along his length. It was long before I felt him twitch in my mouth. I hummed as Armand picked up his speed. I gave up all hope of continuing to blow Marcus and just settled for moaning around his length. My scream was muffled as I came. Marcus moaned above me and Armand pressed kisses along my chest. Both men came at the same time with a grunt. Swallowing down what Marcus had, I hummed contently as they pulled out. Armand was quick to check me over and make sure I was alright. Marcus picked up his jacket and drapped it over my shoulders as Armand went to find a heavier blanket.

"Maybe I’ll come back up here for that.” He said with a wink. “Little something else too. What do you say?” I nodded numbly and watched as he left the room. There were hushed voices in the hallway before Armand came back in with the blanket.

“he’s gone.” Armand mumbled as he threw the jacket to the ground before wrapping me up. “I’m sorry.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, Armand settled in next to me. I curled against him for the warmth.

“I guess we don’t need to have that talk anymore huh?” I teased as I tilted his head towards me. Armand chuckled before shaking his head.

“no. I guess we don’t.” He whispered before pressing his lips firmly to mine.

Translations:

Mon cher, je suis terrifé. - my dear, i'm terrified. Je sais - I know Nous serons en sécurité. Je promets - We will be safe. I promise. Nous sommes bien - we are good D'accord - ok Oui -yes Merde - shit Merci - thank you J'ai besoin d'aide - I need help Maintenant -now Pas toi - not you Gardez le poker en l'air. -keep the poker in the air Les menottes - the handcuffs es-tu sûr - are you sure? nous devrions rester ici mais - we would have to stay here but nous serions vivants - we would be alive Je suis sûr. C'est ce que je veux - I'm sure. This is what I want. es-tu prêt?- are you ready? ça va mon amour? - are you okay my love?

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verysmolnerd · 26 days

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You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

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chrism02 · 5 months

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Wip Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me, @writingkitten

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. Botch up - Chapter 12 (Oswald)

2. Glimmer of Hope AU fic (Oswald)

3. Fall To Pieces - Chapter 2 (Maxim)

4. The Mummy - Chapter 8 (Rothko)

5. Heaven's Light AU fic - request @movielover55 (Comte)

6. Luck of the draw - request @alphashley14 (Wilson Fisk)

7. Meet Miss Black (William Parrish)

8. On the off chance - Chapter 5 - request Anon (comic Otto)

9. TBA (comic Otto)

10. TBA AU fic - request fic that combines almost all my requests for Gamache. Among all the Anon ones is @trish-stratus (Armand)

God, I hope I didn't forget any...😅

Tagging: @iobsessoverfictionalmen and anyone else who wishes to do it.

#tag game #fanfics #alfred molina #anthony hopkins #vincent d'onofrio #maxim horvath #oswald cobblepot #comte de reynaud #wilson fisk #william parrish #armand gamache #otto octavius #mark rothko

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movieexpert1978 · 1 year

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Therapy?

So this idea came up a while ago as I was talking with @illiana-mystery We definitely agreed that Chandler Manning needs therapy. We also thought that maybe some of Alfred’s other cop characters, like Gamache, would be good counsellors for him. So here is that idea as a little crack fic. There’s some swearing and movie/tv show barrier breaking too. Just a little funny thing.

Chandler Manning, Armand Gamache, Ricardo Morales, and Randall Pepperidge are featured here. Enjoy!

The three men gathered in the living room and waited for the fourth. He was told a different time to get there so the others could brace themselves. When he finally came in, he huffed in annoyance.

“What the fuck is this shit?!” Chandler Manning huffed as he stared at the other three.

“Manning, we just want to talk,” The leader said kindly. He was in a burgundy sweater with a matching tie just poking above the zipper.

“You think I’m dirty too Gamache?” Manning shot back as he sat down.

“We just want to help,” another said. This one was in all blue. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a light blue button-up shirt and a matching blue tie.

“Really Morales? I figured you’d understand given that you’re a homicide detective,” Manning argued.

“Even homicide detectives need therapy,” Detective Ricardo Morales said.

“Therapy? I don’t need no fucking therapy,” Manning snapped. The third man smirked way too loud making Manning glare at him. He was in a three-piece grey suit with a brown tie. Of course, Manning was in all black.

“You’re right Arman, he is stubborn,” the man said with a British accent.

“Oh whatever….Govenah!” Manning mocked with an accent of his own.

“I’m the best British Chief Inspector, Randall Pepperidge, thank you very much. Gamache and I have been friends for years and he’s a lot more compassionated than most,” Randall explained.

“Yeah, I got that. He’s a little too soft if you ask me,” Manning huffed.

“Hey, knock it off Manning. Like I said we’re just trying to help, unless you want to end up just like your wife in the psyche ward,” Morales countered.

“Hey at least I’m still married,” Manning protested.

“My divorce was peaceful and my daughter still likes me,” Morales spoke back calmly.

“My daughter likes me too! I saved her life from that Ripper fucker!” Manning snapped.

“Are you in therapy Morales?” Pepperidge asked.

“Of course I am. It comes with the job and I’m not ashamed of it,” Morales directed that last part to Manning. He just rolled his eyes.

“That’s what bitching at your partner is for,” Manning said with a pout and crossed his arms.

“Manning, you’ve got a lot going on. You can talk to us,” Gamache spoke gently.

“I deal with some pretty heavy stuff…yes,” Manning huffed. “At least I didn’t humiliate myself and learned from my mistakes,” Manning snapped at Pepperidge.

“What are you talking about?” Randall asked confused. Now it was Manning’s turn to snicker.

“I didn’t lose a bet and wear a giant pink tutu with a pink fluffy handbag,” Manning laughed. Pepperidge turned beat red as the other two tried to hold back their laughter.

“Well it was my own fault. I had to hold up to my end of things,” he mumbled quietly.

“Not to mention that you pulled it off very well. What fucking middle-aged man can pull off a god-damn tutu…” Manning laughed. Now Morales and Gamache burst out laughing.

“Nice sock suspenders by the way,” Morales giggled.

“I did hear that you caught the bouquet too,” Gamache added.

“Yes, I did. I thought it was lovely…and I happened to be engaged now too!” Pepperidge snapped.

“Well, congrats to you, you big ballerina,” Manning teased.

“Well, at least we caught our suspect! You only caught a crazy woman who stabbed her husband!” Pepperidge argued back.

“Hey take that back!” Manning snapped as he stood up. Now things were starting to heat up. “At least I got teased for a potential sequel.”

“So?”

“I’m not in the reboot stage.” Pepperidge flinched at that.

“Come on Manning, be nice,” Morales insisted.

“And what about you DA boy? Can you make up your fucking mind? Oh wait not even your show runners can with the back and forth episodes!” Manning laughed.

“Yeah well…” Morales tried to argue but all he did was pout.

“Ok Manning, you’ve made your point,” Gamache spoke.

“At least my story didn’t end on a cliffhanger!” The other two let out a dramatic gasp.

“Low blow Manning,” Morales muttered.

“There is a petition going around,” Gamache said calmly.

“Ha! When was the last time that worked?”

“Well, Lucifer was picked up by Netflix and…what was that other show…oh yes! Manifest!” Pepperidge spoke up.

“It was a rhetorical question tutu,” Manning growled.

“I’ve got a lot of books…” Gamache spoke weakly.

“Oh, who the fuck reads anymore!? You get all these fuckers destroying all these good books with all these shitty movie adaptations. Half the time no one knows there was a book in the first place!”

“Wow…you really are one mean son of a bitch,” Gamache sighed.

“Maybe you’ll get a movie or something. That seems to be the latest trend now,” Manning added.

“Feel better?”

“Actually…fuck yes I do!” Manning cheered. “Thanks guys, see yah later,” Manning practically skipped out the door.

“Asshole,” Morales growled.

“You should get your sorcerer buddy for that one,” Pepperidge said to Gamache.

“No! They would have gotten along!” Morales said with dread.

“Yeah, and he hardly gets along with anyone as it is,” Gamache sighed rubbing his eyes.

“I heard that!” Horvath yelled.

#alfred molina #three pines #armand gamache #law and order los angeles #ricardo morales #pink panther 2 #randall pepperidge #swearing #funny #not to be taken seriously #manning needs therapy big time #fanfiction #fanfic

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goodoldcharley · 1 year

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WIP

Thank you for tagging me @illiana-mystery

I just have one writing project at the moment, a Three Pines fanfiction you can find on AO3. Here’s a short excerpt from the upcoming chapter.

One Kind Word - Chapter 14

Following the unwritten but ever binding law of nature, even the longest winter nights, eventually, have to surrender to the dawn of a new day. And this one already showed potential to be a promising one; the storm had ultimately passed on, the snowfall subsided and now yesterday’s troubles and anxious uncertainties were hidden beneath soft layers of white. The three pines towered quietly over the sleeping village, their branches bending low under their heavy blankets of snow. For a short while the world was transformed, quiet at last. It wouldn’t last long, though. Just until the neighborhood children would break the magic and silence with their shouts and laughter. But not quite yet.

When Armand awoke from a dreamless sleep, the sun was already up and peaking through the windows, bathing the wooden floorboards in its warm light. It was chilly in the room; the fire had died down sometime during the early morning hours. With a drowsy sigh, the man rolled onto his left side, turning his back towards the intruding sunlight. With a slight shiver, Armand shifted closer to the warm body beside him, seeking its warmth. His strong arm reached around a soft waist and, without a second thought, he pulled her tighter against him. A low hum escaped his smiling lips as his nose buried in strands of soft hair; his thumb absently caressed along the tender skin of her exposed stomach, where the flannel pyjamas had ridden up. […]

I was about to tag @writingkitten but then I saw she already participated…

I 🧡 your works by the way

Not sure who else might have WIPs, so whoever wants to share some of their current work, please do so! I love reading them…

#armand gamache #three pines #ao3 fanfic #thanks for the tag!#alfred molina #hope there are still people out there reading it #I cherish every comment on it

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writingkitten · 2 years

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Reading Material

UPDATED: 03-06-2024

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NOTE: I have not included fics written prior to August 2022, aka the start of the Molina fic era. There are other fics that can be found on my blog, specifically for Joker, but those will not be listed in this post. Also, I don’t beta-read these. There will be grammar issues/misspellings and I’m alright with that.

(E) = explicit/smut (detailed warnings included on individual fic posts) MINORS DNI

* = written while high, filed under Big Goof (likely a note in the post)

Personal/professional writing: @noxhawthorne

Erotic Novel: @towhomevermayreadthis

Ricardo Morales

Helping Karina

Yardwork (E)

Lionheart (E)

Too Much (E)

Conception (E)

The Fawn and The Lion (E)

Thunderbird Clearing I

Thunderbird Clearing II (E)

AU Viking - Bear-kissed (E)

Rain-check (E)*

Gathering (E)

AU Undercover Noir - Always (E)

AU Undercover Noir - Heartbeat (E)

Blurb - Daydreams (E)

Blurb - Scrapbook (E)

Blurb - Intertwined (E)

Blurb - Placid Submission (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Otto Octavius

Warm Honey (E)

AU Pervy - My Sweet Girl (E)

Blurb - Corn Maze (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Doc Ock

Rotten Honey (E)

Black Honey (E)

Dark Necessities (E)

Blurb - I Don’t (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Harold Lindsey-Jones

Blurb - Morning After

Everything You Ask (E)

AU Vampire - Invitation (E)

Blurb - AU Vampire - Rendezvous (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Armand Gamache

Blurb - Ice (E)

Blurb - Car Ride (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Robert Aldrich

The Script I (E)

Nightmare (E)

Touch-Starved (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Harding Hooten

Blurb - No Control (E)

Control (E)

Driving You Mad (E)

Blurb - Under Control (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Hank Spallone

Finer Things (E)

Nothing Like Making Love (E)

Submissive Tendencies (E)

Negotiations (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Manuel Aringarosa

Duality (E)

Intensely Divine (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Chandler Manning

Edge of Primal (E)

AU Demon - Blissful Burning (E)

AU Demon - Petulant God (E)

Blurb - Haunted House (E)

Blurb - AU A/B/O - Without Mercy (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Andres Galan

AU Ghost - Disembodied (E)

Blurb - Strike A Deal (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Boris Plots

Say It Again (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Big Boss

AU Devil - Merciful Pleasure (E)

Blurb - Save The Last Dance For Me

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Mark Rothko

AU Jigsaw - Unleashed (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Maxim Horvath

AU Vampire - Drink of Choice (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Oswald Cobblepot

Goosebumps (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Jimmy Stiles

Look At You (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Frank Burton

Roulette Wheel (E)

Blurb - Licking (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Dick Suskind

Blurb - Favorite Book (E)

Spotify Playlist 🎵

Multiple

✨ Ask HC Masterlist ✨

Morales/Manning - Silhouettes (E)

Morales/Manning - Sinister Reverence (E)

Morales/Manning/Gamache - Truth of Dare (E)

Galan/Big Boss - Lewd and Intoxicating (E)

Aldrich/Suskind - Editing (E)

Doc Ock/Mad!Hooten - Black Coat, White Coat (E)

Devil!Big Boss/Possessed!Ricardo Morales - Walk The Earth (E)

Incubus!Manuel/Incubus!Horvath - Searing Eyes (E)

Horvath/Cobblepot - Observation (E)

Big Boss/Manning/Spallone - Tug-O-War (E)

Blurb - Morales/Manning - Ten Minutes (E)

HCs - What cryptids would they be?

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greydawnrising · 1 year

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Rings of Power/Three Pines Crossover AU...

Adar and my OC (his wilder, less stable, blonder twin brother, Bainnir) are kidnapped by a serial killer (Morgoth), and are raised underground, in old sewers and abandoned train tunnels. Over the years, more kids are taken, until Morgoth has a small army of children with homicidal tendencies.

Eventually, Morgoth disappears, believed to have been caught by the police and the oldest "brother" (Sauron) takes over. At first, things are mostly the same, but then Sauron becomes drunk with his own authority, and takes the family in a different, more dangerous direction. He quickly puts down any dissent, and treats his siblings like slaves, even punishing and branding them.

Fed up and fearing for the lives of his family, especially his brother, whose illness and disability make him look weak to Sauron, Adar kills him (so he thinks) and takes his family out of the darkness, to try and build a different life. Enter Inspector Armand Gamache and his team, who quickly get involved when it becomes impossible for Adar's family of homicidal, unsocialized people to blend in. Gamache's team investigates, trying to figure out who these people are, while all the while, Sauron plots his revenge.

#rings of power #three pines #AU #fanfic ideas #adar #Uruk #bainnir #sauron #armand #gamache

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drstherapy · 10 months

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Long day

Reine - Marie POV

The storm has hit Montreal powerfully. The lightning was striking on the sky and it was followed by rumbling thunder. It was scary and peaceful at the same time. The raining was unbelievable so I was more than glad that I’m in our cosy home, moreover in our fluffy bed. After I finished my duties in the kitchen, made a light dinner, cleaned up after myself my next round began in the bathroom to take a long bath. Taking my time, I was lingering in the tub for more than an hour, turned on the radio and just relaxing. I love moments like this, the water was perfect temperature not so cold but not so warm due to the summer season. After I finished I dried myself let my hair fall out of the bun and dressed in pyjamas. I chose a white tank top with matching panties. He has been in Three pines for over a week now and I’m not gonna lie I was not impressed. I was okay with being home alone, doing the casual duties and working, keeping up with the house and the small garden. I was quite occupied all week but I missed my husband at this point. The worst part was the nights. I missed him lying next to me, his arms around me, keeping me safe all night. I missed his scent, the familiar sandalwood mixed with something that was just him.

So I put up the pillows under my head and put the blanket on myself. It was a heavy summer night which was very humid but the storm made some changes so the blanket was actually necessary even if it was just for the comfort. i turned on the tv to watch something while I was waiting. I knew when he comes home he will expect me sleeping already but I couldn’t close my eyes now.

In the middle of my criminal show which was actually very exiting I just heard the key turning in the locker and the door opened and my husband let himself into our home. I heard his careful footsteps as he tried to remain silent as much as it is possible. He started to come upstairs and slowly reached the bedroom then when he saw me just smiled

“ hello my love, I thought you are already asleep”

“ I couldn’t , I wanted to wait for you “ - I said while I sat up

At the same time he reached the bed and sat down in front of me. He touched my cheek gently, brushing his fingers along it and leaned further to give me a chaste kiss. When we parted I touched his hand which was on my thigh and I looked at him smiling, I was truly happy that he is finally home.

“ I missed you”

“ I missed you to honey “ - he said and gave me another kiss but he lingered a little bit longer than before

“How was you week ?” - I asked him even though I knew he was exhausted. One look is enough to know how he is feeling.

“It was long and exhausting. I though it is going to be easier to solve the case. But during the investigation so many thing came to the surface. I realized again people can be truly cruel… even though I have been working in the department for years they can still surprise me” - he said with disappointment in his eyes

“I know hon, I know it is hard, but you are doing such a good job - I said with some extra squeezing for his hand and than I interviewed my fingers with his.

“Thank you mon amour. “ - he squeezed my hands reassuringly

“Let’s go to bed Armand, you are so tired. “ I leaned closer to his face and gave 2 kiss on his eyelids. He laughed but then nodded, approving the idea of sleeping next to his wife. He stood up and headed to take a quick shower. While he was in the bathroom I got up to put away his stuff that he brought home, putting his used clothes in the laundry basket but nothing else. i quickly hopped back in the bed that I was longed for. Turning on my side i continued the tv series while Armand was away. Hardly passed couple of minutes the bathroom door opened and with a towel around his hips he walked in the bedroom. He looked so tired but so handsome at the same time. He went to the drawer and pulled out his pyjama which was a white tshirt and trunks, almost matching with my nighttime outfit.

Walking back slowly, he pulled the covers to the side, laid down and covered us with the blanket, wrapped his arms around me, kissed my shoulder and nuzzled his nose in my hair. I turned my head on the side to his face, but this position was fairly comfortable so I turned my body to have a face2face connection with my husband. His hand remained on my waist while I put my hand on his face to lightly caress his cheek.

“ hey “

“Hey honey “

“I love your pj”- he said as his hands started roaming towards my hips, lightly massaging it

“ It’s still hot in here, this outfit works just fine” - I winked at him.

Then he leaned his face closer took my lips against his. Our lips slowly parted and tongues met with on another. We passionately caressed each others tongues. It felt like heaven. His hand gently touched the side of my face again and he laid himself down on top of me. His lips travelled down on a well known path and his tongue against the sensitive skin on my neck sent shivers down my back. At the same time, his hands abandoned my cheeks and caressed the skin on the lowest part of my stomach and then working their way up my body. The t-shirt i wore began to ride up and i put just enough distance between them to remove it.

Armand kissed me hard, though stayed careful in the way he pursued the situation. My hands pushed and pulled at his clothing and so he did as i wanted and removed what he could without breaking their embrace. Finally his lips broke away from mine to pull his shirt over his head, as the remaining pieces of our clothing scampered onto the floor. We were completely naked now and he positioned between my legs perfectly. He stopped for a while and looked into my eyes. Armand could never lie about his feelings to me. Not just it had very visible signs but I knew he adored me as much as I adored him. His soul and his body was the perfect combination of a perfect husband and he was mine forever. Although I could see in his eyes that he was exhausted we needed this. Not just to get rid of the tension but to feel connected again. He was fully aroused now but he took his time to touch me gently down there. His lips went back on neck, sucking and nibbling gently on the sensitive skin while on of his long finger was pushed inside of me. I moaned as he started to create a light rhythm and added a second finger. He was pumping his fingers a bit faster and harder. I buried my one of hand in his hair and the other one was grabbing his shoulder.

“Armand please” i whimpered while he quickened his pace, the tension was building

In my stomach and at this point a couldn’t hold back my loud moans. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his manhood. I cried out loudly and he groaned into my ear.

“God you feel so good”

“Ahhh, honey don’t stop”

He found my lips again and my legs wrapped around his back. Armand started to trust inside in me while his tongue was caressing mine. He grabbed my hands and put it above my head while his pace was even more faster. We were moaning and groaning into each others mouth. The tensions was even more forceful in my lower stomach and I felt I’m going to come in any minute but I knew Armand is just as close as me.

“Armand …I’m so close …” I whimpered and his hand travelled down to caress the sensitive bud just where we met. At this point I didn’t need more than a few strokes and I came with a loud moan. My body was shaking in his arms and as he felt the first contractions of my walls he came as well, spilling his seeds deep inside of me. His face was buried in my neck and we were panting loudly. I put my hands around his upper body and put down my legs on the bed. When he recollected his strength he split us up and laid down next to me. I put my head on his chest and cuddled close to him.

“I love you so so much” I whispered to him

“ I love you to honey” he whispered back as he pecked me on the lips

I was more than exhausted and I knew he is going to fall asleep within any minutes. So I quickly gave a kiss on chest and said

“Good night Armand “

“Good night mon amour, sweet dreams”

He fell asleep almost immediately, but I wanted to follow him as well. It was a perfect time for a long sleep, my head on his chest when his arms were around me. It was the perfect ending of a long day.

#three pines #armand gamache #armand x reine marie #reine marie #lemon #fanfic #lemonyfic #best couple

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