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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 29 days

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Capitulo 2

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Danny clamped his teeth down on his kill, at last a fish big enough that to feed the both of them, and which hadn't escaped. Ear fins fanned out, he kept wary of approaching hums of boat engines.It could've been only a few minutes, but to Danny it was as if hours had passed. He'd already failed Damian once, and for his distraction he earned a new gash or two from his hunt.

Danny startled when he came back. Damian had not awoken just yet, but the transformation was complete. Dark green scales enveloped every inch of skin on his body, soft from youth. Spots of gold scales like freckles gathered around his cheeks, and at the base of each of his fins and transitioned into full golden membrane with the faintest red along the tips.

And of course, Damian had no legs, none at all, replaced by the thick sinew and muscles of a siren's tail. All of this Danny knew would happen, and expected, but he never thought about how tiny Damian looked at the moment.

From head to tailfin, Damian's new height (or length?) only equalled half of his human height. Siren children were small compared to humans, for sure, but even Youngblood was easily a head or two taller than Damian at this moment.

Before he could ruminate further, Damian's eyes shot open. Faster than Danny could blink, the new siren launched himself at Daniel with a piercing shriek of a war cry.

Damian's talons gripped onto Danny's scales, and his jaw snapped down upon his shoulder like a vice. Danny yelped and fell upon his back and bent his sail.

Damian's tiny hands wrapped around the elder boy's neck. His tiny young face twisted into an honestly shocking amount of anger and agression. His hackles rose and his fins stood at full attention.

"Where am I?! What have you done to me?! Return me to my original form or perish!" Damian spat out in hissed clicks and chirps. Despite the situation, Danny finds himself thinking he had to be really upset if he didn't even notice the change in voice.

"Answer me!" Damian hiss and bared his teeth. Danny gulped, which was difficult considering the tiny hands vice-gripping his neck. Suddenly he realised he'd never had to comfort a newly-turned before.

"H-hey hey hey now, there's no need to get all murderous over here!" That was the wrong thing to say, because suddenly there was a katana straight for his neck. "Where did you get that?!"

"From my clothes, you buffon, the clothes that you violently relieved me off. What other untoward things have you done with my body? Speak!"

"Look I didn't do anything untoward to your body I swear! I was trying to save you!"

"You mutilated me! You kidnapped me and drowned me and now you clain innocence with nothing to prove such a notion!" Damian's grip wavered for a moment, and Danny realised something. This kid was probalby scared out of his life, and his shouting wasn't helping anything. The smaller boy's gills flapped open. His breathing laboured, heavily.

"You need water. You're not gonna survive long.

"I can kill you long before that point." Gently, Danny picked the child up by the waist, his arms far outreaching the boy's tiny limbs. "Unhand my you psychotic murdering wretch!"

Horns blared in the distance. Damian's body seized up, his ear fins curling in on themselves in Danny's peripheral vision. "They've caught up to us."

"Good, now it means you can be put to justice and I reunited with my father."

Danny coiled his tail and pulled Damian against his chest, against the boy's protests. "The only thing they're gonna unite you with is a scalpel."

"I said unhand me!"

"No time!" Danny uncoiled like a spring and shot into the water. GiW agents shouted above the surface. Danny held him tight against his body. Motors roared into action and echoed through the water. Sonars rang in his ears. But they could never catch up to even a teenage siren.

Pain rocked up his arm. Danny loosed his grip, and Damian slipped out. After floundering for just a few seconds, Damian righted himself and bolted for the ships. The speed at which he made for the freaking GiW shocked Danny. This kid was a human less than an hour ago!

Shit. "Where the heck are you going?!" Danny shouted. He wasted precious seconds turning around and doubling back. "They're not gonna help you Damian!"

"You cannot fool me with your temptations, siren!" Daman spat out. Then he did the absolute worst thing. He surfaced.

Danny's heart sank again. No, no, not again. He pushed through as fast as he could. Damian shouted something above the water. An agent in cold sunglasses aimed a gun at him.

Damian seemed to realise his mistake. He tried to evade the attack, but his strange body just left him rolling over in place.

Danny's eyes glowed blue. Seawater froze into ice in his hands, and he tossed the spear over water. The spear landed an inch away from where the agent was standing. In his shock, he lowered his gun. Danny shot forward. He grabbed Damian's hand and pulled him away. Harpoons flew into the water. Danny ducked and weaved through all of them and full speed. Soon they were far behind the horizon.

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lokisprettygirl · 3 months

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Deadly Locks (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )

Read Chapter 4 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 5

Summary: Feelings resurface and more of your past with daemon is revealed as you take walks through the memory lane.

Trigger Warning: Rape and torture, 18+ , smut, It's a crime thriller so there would be some squeamish dark stuff, read at your own discretion, mention of rape, assault and murder, Speeding and driving under the influence, Reader has long hair, Daemon's hair is up for imagination, Cigarette consumption, some geographical errors

You knew, of course you knew about his past. You had been with him for five years and it took him a long time to open up to you about what he had been through and how awful his early childhood was.

“What does that mean Daemon..i mean what does it have to do with the killer?”

You asked him so he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair,

“I don't know..i mean i am not sure what it means..it could be just a coincidence but–” his eyes teared up so you scooted closer to him and held onto his hand, as he looked down to avoid the tears from slipping down his eyes you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. That's when he broke down in tears, it wasn't just about this developing theory in his mind but the buildup of every little emotion he had been shoving away since you had broken his heart.

You were taken by a deranged man and he could have lost everything if he had lost you to such a tragedy. He had stayed strong these past few weeks for you, he didn't overreact or cry in your arms when he found you, even though every part of him wanted to fall apart and crumble he kept his cool. But now that you were holding onto him so tenderly like you used to before, he couldn't help but shed tears for everything that could have gone wrong in the past few weeks.

“im sorry..I'm so sorry” he mumbled between his sniffling so you pulled away from him and cupped his cheeks

“Why are you sorry ..you did nothing wrong”

“If I did nothing wrong then how come you're not mine anymore?”

You looked down as he said that, well there were plenty of things he didn't do right in the relationship and that was the reason why you had to let him go but you weren't expecting the conversation to take this turn. He wiped his tears before he got up from the couch to go to the guest room “Sleep well darling”

He mumbled before he left and as soon as he was out of sight you couldn't keep your tears at bay either.

You wanted to go sleep in your room but you didn't want to leave him alone when he felt this way so you walked inside his room, grabbed the comforter and slipped inside. He immediately had his arm around you as if he was waiting for you to do just this

“Talk to me” you mumbled softly. He wasn't good at sharing his troubles, he always wanted to take your problems away but he never really delved into his own.

“About what exactly?” he asked you so you sighed.

“About your mum, you never told me about the lullabies”

“Well there are plenty of details i didn't share because it's not worth my time anymore. I don't want to think about that time in my life”

“Okay then..what does it have to do with the killer?”

“Nothing .. perhaps I'm overthinking “

“It's not like you to overthink these things..you just know”

He couldn't help but smile as you said that to him. His head was a mess but he didn't want to think about it at all, he just wanted to get a peaceful sleep when you were right next to him like this. He had missed sharing a warm bed with you.

“I like this ritual of yours”

“What ritual?” you asked him as you felt confused.

“of you sneaking into my bed”

“Are you flirting with me Detective Daemon?”

“Shush you know I don't flirt”

“Mmhm”

He linked his fingers with yours and you immediately felt relaxed, that was always his way of showing that he cared even if he wasn't good with his words or promises.

And there were days when he really wasn't good with his promises.

You saw the door knob twisting so you wiped your tears, you didn't want him to see how much it had bothered you that he hadn't come home early especially when he had promised you that he would, you picked up the plates from the living room as he entered and you saw the bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand but you didn't say a word and went into the kitchen again.

“Scrappy” he mumbled softly but you didn't respond to him, you pretended to be engrossed in the obsessive cleaning of the kitchen counter.

“Okay..I see you're upset and anxious”

You glared at him as he said that.

And as your eyes welled up again he placed the flowers down on the counter and walked closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist to stop you from fidgeting.

“Don't do this. .I'm mad…I'm so very mad at you right now and I don't want to be held or be lured into your apologies and your…just let me go”

Your voice choked on your tears as you spoke to him and his eyes teared up as well. It was your birthday, you wanted him to be there but he got stuck with a case, he had to be at the crime site and he had to document every little thing, he had no clue when time had flown past him.

“No…I'm not letting go ..i know you don't want me to apologize but I'm going to”

“That won't make a difference..”

“I know..”

He wiped your tears from your cheeks as they rolled down incessantly, he despised hurting you this way and ever since he had been promoted he had been making a habit of doing this to you.

“I brought flowers”

“I can see”

“And I got kisses..do you want that? My birthday girl I'm so very sorry –” he mumbled sweetly and that only made you cry harder.

“I ..was drunk and I felt so lonely..”

“You had friends over– i thought “

“I don't need my friends when I'm drunk on my birthday I need you ..” you sniffled as you spoke so he wiped your tears and cupped your cheeks to kiss your forehead.

“Okay I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm sorry, I'm sorry please” he mumbled against your mouth before he kissed you, his fingers clutched into your long hair as he pulled your head back to look at you, he wiped your tears before he dived into the kiss again.

“i miss you i feel like you don't even see me these days” you mumbled against his mouth

“We live together ..I see you everyday”

“That's not what I meant –”

“I know..” he kissed your neck as his hands slipped down your arms and he linked them with yours as tightly as he could, so tight as if he was afraid you'd leave him if wasn't holding onto you like that.

“I see you love…you're all I see..I'm sorry..what can I do hmm? What can I do for you, tell me what I can do to make you happy..my scrappy little love?” He whispered in your ear as he bit on your earlobe so you pulled away from him.

“Well …take a shower, get in bed and then you can show me how sorry you are ..”

Now when he looked back at the day he knew that was the beginning of the worst of it all, he should have been there for you in those little moments and he definitely should have been there with you during those rough days but he wasn't, he chose his work over you, he prioritized his work and he paid for it at the end when you couldn't take his broken promises anymore.

No amount of flowers, or kisses could have brought you back to him so he didn't even try.

Two years ago when you broke his heart and decided to leave he didn't even try to stop you from taking this step because a part of him always felt that you deserved better than him. So much better, you were everything and he was just some guy that didn't even deserve to be your man in the first place.

That night he really wanted to get a peaceful sleep but he couldn't sleep well, he had a dream about his childhood. It was a recurring dream he used to have a lot before, it was just one the earliest memories of his life

His mother had brought a new dress for him, his dada always told him that he was his precious boy but his mama..she never called him that, she always told him he was her pretty little girl, well she only told him that when she felt happy which didn't really happen that often. The dress she had gotten for him didn't look good on him, the make up she did on him didn't flatter him, he was a boy with boyish features and she hated that, she wanted a girl, a pretty girl, she wanted to give birth to a pretty girl like herself but he was a boy.

He saw himself wincing as she pulled on his hair to make pigtails but she got frustrated midway and then she started to scream at him.

“You're fucking ugly,..I can't believe I gave birth to you..no amount of makeup is going to change those hideous features”

She yelled at him but he was so little, so he immediately got scared and ran to her so she'd hold him..she was his mama right?

“Mama mama please don't be angry” she pushed him away as he started to cry and his cries attracted the attention of his father, then he heard them fighting and yelling, it wasn't until years later when he was able to comprehend what his mother was trying to do to him.

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Next morning when he woke up he was in a weird mood about the case.

He dropped you at the therapist's office so you wished him a good day at work but after the end of the hour as you stepped out you noticed that he had never left. And that was something you hadn't really expected from him.

As you sat down in the passenger seat you took a good look at him, he wasn't talking and it bothered you that you didn't really understand what was bothering him.

“You don't have to be on my service all the time Daemon. The therapy it's …ummm it's helping and i –”

You stopped speaking as you felt his eyes on you.

“I don't feel pity for you–”

“I never said that–”

“But you're thinking about it.. constantly”

Well he wasn't wrong.

“..I am here because I want to be here..I want to be…close to you”

Your eyes teared up as he said that. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as the memories of the past flooded your mind.

“So you didn't want to be close to me before when you chose your work over me time n again?”

“You have no clue how much I needed you in my life–”

“It didn't really feel that way at times” he sighed as you said that. His knuckles strained as he clutched onto the steering wheel with a death grip.

“I just thought you were mine…for life..for this life ..i thought I had you .. and that you'd always be home no matter at what time I go in there and that was my fault…you didn't deserve a man like that in your life..you didn't deserve to be taken for granted”

You didn't say anything for a while as he said that, he knew where your relationship with him had fallen apart but that didn't hurt you any less. Breaking up with a man you were so crazily in love with wasn't an easy choice to make.

“It was perfect whenever you were there .. everything felt perfect when I had you but I didn't have you with me more than i ever had you with me and that broke my heart..repeatedly”

That day when you went home he told you that he'd come early in the evening and that you didn't have to worry as the cops were outside the house. You were getting bored out of your mind so you looked around the house, he still had his work desk in the living room, the desk that used to put him up at nights a lot of times that he wouldn't even get in bed with you.

You opened the drawer under the desk and there was a picture of you and him from seven years ago. It was taken in a club, you remembered that day clear as today because of the conversation you had with him. He really was an enigma during those early stages of your relationship with him. He still was the same but he was your enigma, the woman you were now knew that man inside out unlike the woman in the picture.

“Shots shots shots..lets go” Donna yelled amidst the loud music so you all took a shot, your face scrunched in disgust at the bitter content of the glass. You were at a nightclub with your friend group to celebrate Donna's engagement. She was engaged to this high profile detective named Otto Hightower, even though he was much older than her they made a perfect pair.

“Oh there he is …your weird police guy” you glared at her as she said that.

“He's not weird…shutup”

“Well he sure looks as if he has never step a foot in a club”

You shook your head as you stepped down from the stool and swam between the crowd of people to get to him, as soon as he saw you there was a clear sign of instant relief on his face.

You had been dating him for just two months, there were still things you didn't know about him.

“Hey there” you hugged him before you kissed him and he was taken aback for a moment before he reciprocated. He had a black leather jacket on with blue jeans and he looked hot as hell. And you really wanted him to stop being such a gentleman and fuck you tonight.

“Are you drunk already?” he asked you as he pulled away from you so you tilted your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Maybe.. want to take advantage of me, officer?”

His brows furrowed as you said that before he realized that you were joking, his cheeks turned pink so he looked down but then he looked around, he felt like an alien in that place.

“What is it?” You giggled as you spoke to him so he shook his head.

“Nothing..i…what are we supposed to do here?” he asked you, there was a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

“Dancing of course.. and drinking of course”

“Alright..” you smiled as you looked at him before your brows raised curiously

“Ummm Daemon?”

“Hmmm?”

“You have been to clubs before right?” His face flushed again as you questioned him and as you noticed that he was embarrassed you quickly pulled him closer to kiss him. “Godd You're so adorable.. i love you” his eyes widened as you said that to him but then you were drunk so he didn't take your words to heart even though he really wanted to.

“You're drunk” you giggled as he said that. Did you just confess your love for him? Yeah you did.

“So first time huh?”

“Yeah I'm sorry..are you going to make fun of me with your friends when you go back there..” he asked you and it made you smile.

“Do I seem like that girl?”

“What girl?”

“The type who'd make fun of her boyfriend behind his back?”

“No..you're .. amazing.. and beautiful and an angel..though you piss me off at times when you're being all scrappy and reckless but I love that..i love everything about you and i love you ..ummm no sorry you don't seem the type to do such a thing”

A wide smile graced your features as you heard him rambling.

“And you're not even drunk”

Before you could make him blush further he cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply. You were too much at times, too good for him, too sweet to him, too affectionate verbally and physically that he felt suffocated by your sheer energy around him but then he was getting addicted to that feeling, it got him all high and floaty in his head.

But he obviously didn't fuck you that night.

He was on his way home early like he had promised when he received a very frantic call from Rebecca, she sounded utterly distressed and that worried him.

“Daemon I'm so scared there's a man outside and I don't know what he wants” her voice was full of fear as she spoke on the phone.

“Where are the cops dear?”

“They're not here…I don't know “

He immediately turned the car around as she said that. He had promised to look out for her and he didn't want anything to happen to her. As soon as he reached her house he saw the police car outside the house so he went to talk to them and reprimanded them for leaving but they told him that they had been there throughout their shift and at least one of them had stayed in the past three hours.

He wanted to check on her now that he was there so he knocked on her door and when she opened she seemed fine, albeit a bit scared.

“Rebecca are you alright?” He asked her so she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the house before she locked it.

“Somebody was out there Daemon I'm so scared” she immediately hugged him and put him off immediately.

“I talked to my guys out there …they said they were here”

She pulled away to look at him as he said that.

“No they…they're lying..why would I lie ?”

She started to cry again so he placed his hands on her shoulders to comfort her.

“I am not saying that you lied…let's just…sit down and get you some water okay?” He made her sit down on the couch and brought her a glass of water from the kitchen.

“I don't trust them…they look at me weirdly and it's just–”

“Did they do something? Said something?”

“No but please I can't be alone..I just feel so scared all the time–”

“I know it's tough but I have promised that I won't let him hurt you again right?”

She nodded as he said that before she held onto his hand and stood up to hug him again.

“I feel safe with you..i know you'd never hurt me..”

He didn't really know how to react as she clutched onto him. She has been through hell and he didn't want to add to it but she really needed to set a boundary.

“Rebecca I need you to listen to me, I'm doing my best to catch him and I won't rest until I have him”

He pulled her away from him but she didn't let go, instead she leaned into him to kiss him, that's when he knew he had to speak up.

“What are you doing?” He asked her sternly, his voice changed from the usual calm to suddenly agitated

“I see the way you look at me Daemon, and I feel the same–”

“You're wrong, so absurdly wrong here. Jesus …get off me” he walked out of the house immediately after that. He didn't really want to deal with this situation when he had a million other things in his mind.

When he came back home he found you in the kitchen making dinner and his sullen mood got better instantly. His life would have been so much better if you still belonged to him.

“Are you okay?” You asked him so he hummed and went to the bedroom to take a shower. The sketch he had gotten made for the woman in the killer's house was everywhere but if it was the killer himself then he knew it would be hard to find him without that wig and heavy makeup even though the whole city was on high alert.

After dinner as you went to your cold bed you tried to sleep there even though you just wanted to sneak into his bed like you had done for the past nights. The ring was still on your mind, the way he talked to you today made you feel as if he still wanted you in his life but then it had been two years. Nothing has changed, he still was the same busy workaholic man that you had left for your own good but he was trying to be there for you. He was handling the biggest case of his life but he was still making time for you and you knew he was trying.

You just didn't understand why.

About an hour later as you heard your door knob twisting you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. His footsteps reached closer to the bed and then the familiar scent of his tom ford cologne filled your senses. The mattress dipped as he sat down on the bed and you felt the tension around him, not the kind you'd have wanted though. You could just feel that he was tense and worried. Perhaps overwhelmed.

Like a gentleman he covered you with the duvet before he ran his fingers through your hair and then kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight scrappy”

Before he could get away you reached out for him to grab his forearm and he turned around to look at you.

“Always a gentleman aren't you?” You gave him a small smile so he returned it before he sat down again “What's bothering you?”

“Just work, there's a lot of pressure, Otto told me that they'd be bringing in another detective on the case to aid me because I'm not getting anywhere”

You sat up as he said that.

“He can't do that, he knows how valuable you are for his team..you're not just another policeman, you're gifted and i know sooner or later you'd get him”

“Apparently not because I'm so clueless right now”

“Now isn't forever, you're clueless in the moment but you'll get there i know” he gave you a small smile as you motivated him.

“I really want to bring justice to those women but most of all you–”

“I know –”

Your eyes teared up so he placed his hand on your cheek and as he rubbed his thumb over your skin you couldn't help but lean into the touch.

“Were you going to call me ..on my birthday?” you asked him out of nowhere so he took a moment before he answered you.

“I really wanted to..I only thought of you all night long, a part of me felt something but I chalked it up to anxiety.. would you have invited me?”

“Not if you were seeing someone”

He chuckled as you said that.

You didn't say a word after that but laid down and then moved to the side so he could get into the bed with you and he didn't deny either. You maintained your distance for a good five minutes before you scooted closer to him and he wrapped his safe protective arm around you. And just like that both of you felt better. So much better.

A week later there was a Christmas party being held at the precinct so he asked you if you'd like to go with him.

Now you had been to plenty of parties with him before but you were his girlfriend back then, you knew the guys he worked with but you also knew that they won't look at you the same way after what you had been through. You still accepted his invitation, however as you got dressed up after a long time and put the makeup on, you felt nervous and scared, you didn't want to go anymore.

When he entered the room and saw you in that red and black dress his breath shuddered but then he also saw tears in your beautiful eyes so he walked closer to you.

He had a formal black suit on and he looked handsome as ever, when you had met him he was so young and boyish like most men are in their early twenties but now he had filled into his looks and that had only made him more handsome if it was possible.

“I think you should go alone” you said to him so he sighed,

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing I just…I don't want to freak out over something and embarrass you–”

You walked past him as you mumbled so he followed you in the living room. He found you rearranging his desk and he knew you felt anxious, that's what you did whenever you felt so extremely anxious that you were close to panicking.

“Y/n–” he called your name so you spoke immediately.

“Just go ..I'm fine i promise.. you'll get late”

“Y/n” he closed the distance between you two and turned you around so you'd keep your eyes on him. He sat you down on the desk by hoisting you up before he cupped your cheeks between his palms.

“Breathe darling..you're okay..you're okay i promise”

He cooed in your ears so you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. You weren't always like this but that man had changed you forever, you didn't even know if you'd ever get your old self back or if you'd ever feel the way you used to about life. A life where you didn't feel such immense fear all the time. Once your breathing leveled down you pulled away from him

“Thank you” you mumbled softly so he leaned down to kiss your forehead but he couldn't stop staring at your lips, your fingers traced from his chin to the outline of his tie as you looked up at him.

“You could never embarrass me, i need you to remember that alright?”

You nodded as he said that “We don't have to go, we'll stay here–”

“You should go Daemon-”

“No. I'm not leaving again”

“Then I'll come ..let's go..I'm fine i promise..I want to go out and i don't want to be so afraid”

“Are you sure?” He asked you softly so you nodded in response “I'd be there, right next to you”

On the way to the party you couldn't stop staring at him. He wanted to kiss you right? You didn't imagine or make believe the way he looked at you, right? Did he still feel anything for you? Love maybe? Maybe you should just confront him about the ring because if he had someone in his life you'd hate to be the sort of person that'd wreck a relationship.

But if he had someone would he keep you in his home? Sleep with you in the same bed? Would he take you to the party when he could have taken his girlfriend? You felt crazy, absolutely crazy having all these thoughts in your head.

As you reached the venue there were several familiar faces around and they all smiled at you which made you feel slightly at ease.

“They will think we are back together”

He chuckled as you said that.

“Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world”

As soon as Donna spotted you she came to hug you, and Otto wished you Merry Christmas as well to which you responded with a greeting and a smile. You wanted to go get a drink so you excused yourself. Daemon had offered to bring it for you but you didn't want to be so dependent on him .

“She seems better”

Donna said to Daemon so he looked at you as you were getting your drink made at the bar.

“She's healing slowly”

“Man i have to ask..what's going on between you two?” she asked him so he chuckled in response.

“Nothing. We are friends I think”

“Oh really” she let out a laugh so he rolled his eyes at her. He watched you from a distance as Torres met up with you. Torres was in school with you and then she worked as a traffic police officer along with him so you both knew her, she had moved on to work in law a few years ago. He watched you smile as you talked to her and his eyes teared up.

“She doesn't giggle anymore” Daemon spoke under his breath so Donna looked at him.

“What?”

“She used to giggle..all the time..she doesn't do that anymore..that saddens me” she sighed as he said that.

“Well that's more to do with you then what happened..she never really was the same since the night of her birthday two years ago”

She was your friend ofcourse she knew. As Torres approached him he composed himself and hugged her as he hadn't seen her in a while.

“Where's Jake?” He asked Torres so she looked around.

“Your trainee? Ahh I saw him outside with a girl ..”

Daemon smiled as she said that. Jake was a shy decent guy and never really got involved with women that often so that came as a surprise.

As his phone rang in his pocket he excused himself and stepped away to pick it up as the call was from an unknown number and the voice on the other side was unrecognizable.

“You don't recognise me do you brother..? We have met already though” as soon as Daemon heard that he looked around “Don't bother tracing the call, i won't be around too long. Just wanted to send you my wishes for the festival and tell y/n that I miss her sloppy cunt, too bad i wasn't able to skin her alive”

Daemon's jaw clenched in anger as he heard the killer's voice for the first time. The way he talked about you only fueled his anger further.

“You really think you're so bloody clever huh?”

Daemon said as he felt utterly pissed off. However what the killer said next confused him for a moment but then it also made things pretty transparent for him. He knew where he had to go for all the answers that he was so desperately searching for.

“Ohh by the way give my regards to mother when you see her next”

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sssstop!!!!!! assuming ganondorf is a rapist random youtube videos I'm literally eating my own fingers and swallowing the bones whole like one of those weird birds aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!

#thoughts #ganondorf #cw rape mention #he NEVER showed interest in women in that way #to assume it's canon is so!!! aaaaaa!!!!#the gerudos would fucking destroy him if he was!!!!!!!#the gerudos by and large respect him until he fucks around and pulls a little invasion moment on everybody!!!#and if they don't it's because of a political divergence regarding how he sees hyrule!!!!#it's NEVER implied he takes advantage of them in that way!!!#(unless you assume a number of underlying orientalist tropes due to the way they look which --we talked about this enough in here)#there was a time where he was but a wee boy growing up among them #and unless they taught him it was something that was ok for him to do --why would he EVER even think of doing that???#even nabooru's situation (which was mentioned) is mostly focused on making her a top soldier to maintain order within his ranks #the notion that he would take advantage of her is??? he's not even around when she's brainwashed?????#she's literally encased in a hugeass armor!!!#and it's his moms doing the back-end work of keeping the gerudos in line while he's handling stuff in Hyrule??#nothing motivates me to keep working on Thralls more than Casual Ganondorf Slander u_u #like he did enough bad stuff as it is!!! can't we focus on the stuff he definitively did do instead of being weird???

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aftgficrec · 5 months

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Fics where Neil gets in a fight and actually wins!! I know it’s more commonly said that he can start fights and not finish them but let’s be for real, the boy was raised by two mafias and is scary as hell (I think i’ve seen someone ask this a while ago but i’m not sure if there’s an updated list) Mainly wondering for like post-canon fics, but au’s are cool too!

There’s quite a bit to discover on this topic, be that AU or in the context of canon. Of course, Neil rarely comes out of these troubles unscathed, but he wouldn’t be Neil if there wasn’t also a little martyrdom involved. You might find more on this under our bamf!Neil, butcher!Neil and occasionally raven!Neil tags. Have a browse, and see if there’s anything you like. - S

Some previous recommendations:

BAMF!Neil here

BAMF!Neil 2 here

BAMF!Neil 3 here

BAMf!Andreil w/happy ending here

badass Neil here

Neil fights and wins here

A dark Neil here

Neil says it's fine i've had worse here

Neil protects Katelyn/the foxes/Andrew here

Foxes find out Neil's not soft here (see list of recs at top of post)

Neil hurts/kills in front of foxes here

new BAMF! or Raven!Neil here

dark!Neil & Andrew here

bad boy Neil here

Neil Josten: Moriyama spy here

Neil kills Nathan here

Killing Eve AU here

‘Skin Comes Apart (Angel in Lothian)’ here

‘Bound for Error’ here

‘turn out the lights’ here (completed)

‘From Dungeons’ here

‘Whiskey Sour’ here

‘Negotiations’ and ‘The Butcher's Hello’ here (updated)

‘Shake my Tomb’ and ‘Appendages’ here

‘The Butcher’s Son’ here

‘it takes two (but you and i are one)’ here

‘monster (under my bed)’ here

post-canon (more or less):

Out for Blood by Aquared46 [Rated M, 27975 words, complete, 2023, locked]

"Neil’s first thought upon opening his eyes was that he was lucky to be in the trunk of a car instead of the back of a van. His second thought was that even if he survived this, Andrew might finally give into the temptation to kill him." AKA Neil is abducted and everyone has a bad time.

tw: kidnapping, tw: torture, tw: nightmares

born for this by dovegraye [Rated G, 1278 words, complete, 2023]

There are some parts of Nathaniel Abram Wesninski that Neil Abram Josten can’t ignore and refuses to play at trying anymore. This is one of them.

tw: violence

My Lover Writes Me Letters by AceSirenSinger [Rated M, 23018 words, complete, 2023]

He feels it again – the fury, of Neil’s taunting precision, of his expertise honed specifically for Andrew. It makes Andrew furious. Andrew has not felt anything since he woke up with his head on fire, in a room with a man made of compressed violence. *** Andrew loses his memory of the last five years, and forgets Neil. Neil martyrs himself because of course he does.

**tw: threatened rape/noncon between major characters**, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: referenced animal cruelty and death, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: murder, tw: implied disordered eating

five times neil beat the babygirl allegations, plus the one time he didn't by r3mus [Rated T, 7488 words, complete, 2023]

neil will NEVER beat the babygirl allegations in MY heart but, alas, he would probably punch me if i called him babygirl to his face.

tw: violence

Damnation by X0X0HauntedX0X0 [Rated M, 15572 words, incomplete, last updated Jan. 2022]

Unkind and ever familiar, that anger Lola had triggered earlier returned with sharp teeth and without mercy. He would rip his time from their hands by force, like he’d been doing every day since he was born. Lola was clever as the devil, but Neil had been raised through the loopholes. She couldn’t hurt his Foxes if she was dead. Or Neil is much more dangerous than anyone gives him credit for.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: torture, tw: blood/gore, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs

NB: fic art of post-torture Neil by @kazzyboy here

Maybe a Mobster by definitely_not_loki [Rated M, 1558 words, complete, 2022]

Neil Josten had transferred at the beginning of this season, and sure he'd been a nightmare for the team, but not in the "I was raised by a serial killer" kind of way. He was hard on the team—way harder than anyone had been before—and he wasn't even the captain. He was just some rookie striker from South Carolina. Most of the time she forgot he was anything but a rookie striker, but then someone would ask about his scars or call him a different name. Those were the few moments she remembered he wasn't just an asshole. He was an asshole with a past. So when The Event happened, she was terrified, horrified beyond all reason, but she was not surprised. Or, Neil is a badass motherfucker.

tw: violence, tw: blood

Neil has some bad habits. by evelynreads23 [Not Rated, 1068 words, complete, 2022]

Neil learnt things when he was young, how to wield a knife, how to hide a body. He was doing good and not thinking about it until someone was telling him he was a fan of the butcher. He was in a haze afterwards and freaked when Jack was being an asshole. This is Neil going to his roots but staying Neil, protecting Andrew and the foxes and not having fun when his past is brought up. Read at your own risk! :)

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: homophobia, tw: panic attacks

Dart Boards and Knife Fights by clumsylittlewriter [Rated T, 2983 words, complete, 2022]

"As if in sync, both of them dropped down into fighting stances and tensed their muscles. 'I apologize in advance if I end up killing you,' Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously quiet. Natalie threw her head back and released a sharp peal of laughter, more malicious than anything Andrew had ever heard from her. 'Don’t get cocky, Butcher-boy,' she taunted, her eyes glittering with vicious glee. The Butcher’s smile reappeared on his partner’s face." (a game of darts reminds Andrew that Neil was raised by someone fascinated with knives)

All the masks I've left behind by SagaEllen [Rated T, 1879 words, complete, 2021]

Neil does not cry. Aaron asks for help. And everything is such a mess.

tw: knives, tw: violence

all for his foxes by Olympyas [Not Rated, 2469 words, complete, 2021]

If he wanted to defend his family Neil wouldn't be enough, but someone else would, just this time, just for them. This is how Nathaniel opened the door and managed to stop the knife threw at him. And that was familiar, It even became a reflex by now. They taught him. Lola taught him in a way he wouldn't be able to forget. Lola and Romero come for Neil directly at Palmetto and Neil defends his family.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: blood, tw: knives

AU:

Dead Ringer by HalloweenReaper [Rated E, 18892 words, incomplete, last updated Nov. 2023]

“Potential.” Riko slammed Neil against the wall again and whirled on Kevin. Kevin stared back at him, white-faced and tense. “You said that goalkeeper had potential and then wrote him off as useless when I offered him to you....” - The Foxhole Court, Ch. 13. Nathaniel was given to Ichirou as his private hitman after his skills as a marksman were revealed when the Moriyama tracked him and his mother down after they ran away. Riko decided to surprise Kevin with matching “pets” after he found out the goalkeeper Kevin was interested in had a twin. When Nathaniel is ordered to join the Ravens for a year to cover for a series of hits, his smart mouth meets Andrew’s prickly attitude and things get interesting.

tw: abuse, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: animal abuse, tw: panic attacks

Different Roads by frankelled [Rated T, 33944 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Nathaniel became Ichirou's 2nd when he was 10 years old. To protect Nathaniel from becoming a target no one can know, which leaves him in the Nest. When Kevin's hand breaks Nathaniel is in charge of protecting him from Riko, but now in Palmetto

tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Andrew's Regret by pandaseek [Not Rated, 13860 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

“The first three were all former foster parents of Andrew.” Piggins continued, unable to take a hint from the frosty office he’d admitted these things too. “No.” Aaron panicked, staring at Andrew in disbelief. “Andrew has never been…!” Wymack shifted his weight on the filing cabinet, reaching down to grab his trash can and passing it across Andrew in time for Aaron to grab it and spew a cascade of vile liquid into it, while Andrew pushed his chair onto its back legs and avoided all eye contact with those in the cramped office. Andrew knew who did this. The only person who had ever willingly gone to bat for him. A person he had mistakenly believed to be dead long ago; this was proof to the contrary. Except… Except that there was one name missing. - A prompt from Justthislazy, based on my original Lifeline, that I just had to pick up and run with. Thank you for the amazing idea!

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced csa

Promise, I Can Give You a Reason by maydaykevin [Rated T, 1689 words, complete, 2023]

Something else happens in the fated Millport locker room.

tw: violence

I'm An Accountant by boomba77 [Not Rated, 24101 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Abram Hatford is an accountant. A legitimate accountant. He may work for an infamous crime family, but his hands have been clean for years (of blood, at least). He is a translator and an accountant. He flies under the radar, his existence hidden from the public by his family, and he prefers it that way. For him, the words ‘safe’ and ‘unknown’ are synonymous. So, when one of the Hatford empire’s more lucrative businesses begins stirring up the wrong kind of attention and losing money as a result, the Hatfords require discretion and brains. Their elusive Abram is the only person for the job. Andrew Minyard is a part-time server at a random diner and a part-time bartender at The Den, where he spends most of his time drinking what he’s supposed to be serving. It isn’t until strange things start happening around the club that Andrew decides to pay a bit more attention to the shady shit going on at his work. And then, when a stranger shows up looking for work with a perfect resume and a symmetrical face, Andrew finds his suspicion, and his interest, double. All of the death and destruction is bad, sure, but at least it’s interesting. OR Waiting for death is not living.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: dissociation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: scars

Rheostat by NeilfuckingJosten [Rated M, 14315 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2023]

Nathaniel Wesninski, alias Neil Josten is finally out of the Nest and into the world of professional exy. Deadly, smart and worse than his father, Nathaniel will bring a storm into Andrew's quiet world. AKA, they meet in the pro's.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse

I Was Ruined From The Start by BrokenPineTree [Rated M, 39021 words, incomplete, last updated April 2023]

Neil’s grin is audible as he replies. "Riko’s antics getting outed to the public would make him a liability. And I do remember telling you that threats need to be dealt with accordingly." Kevin's stomach lurches into his throat with the conclusions he jumps to. "So, you’re gonna go back to the Nest?" He asks quietly. Slowly. Unsure how to feel about Neil putting himself in that situation again. He can't do that, right? He has other things to worry about now. Neil hums disapprovingly. "Try again," He offers. Kevin does. "You're... coming to Palmetto?" The au where Kevin doesn't have full confidence in Andrew's ability to stand between him and his lurking demons after only spending a few months at Palmetto. But with the dangerous card itching to emerge from under his sleeve, does he really need to?

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: panic attacks

True Crime by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 1789 words, complete, 2022]

All Andrew needed was the WiFi password.

tumblr posts:

Neil Does Not Like when people mess with his people. by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Whenever any of the foxes are slightly inconvenienced by someone enough to complain about them, Neil always asks, “Do you want me to take care of it?”

tw: implied/referenced violence

Neil gets in a fight by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Neil gets in a fight on the court and it’s one of those where gloves are dropped and helmets are thrown and the punches are quick and hard.

tw: blood, tw: violence

Neil is dangerous and Aaron knows it hc by @thefoxholestuff [tumblr, 2021]

I love the idea of Neil being the really dangerous one rather than Andrew and the Foxes all being Shook and Andrew being a gay disaster over it

Part 2 - an expansion

here’s an expansion of my Neil-is-dangerous-and-Aaron-knows-it post,

one night the foxes are at edens and some guy starts to harass Andrew hc by @zipperuser103 [tumblr, 2021]

I know that Neil “starts fights that he can’t finish”, but I refuse to believe that he has no fighting skills at all.

tw: violence

Art

bamf!Neil by @emry-stars-art

(Feat. BAMF? Assassin? Secret Agent? Neil) by @baylecn

Good boy, junior by @jayjuls

Killer In The Mirror by @allfortheslay25

Killing Eve AU by @rainbowd00dles

Wesninski looks good on you by @ouijacine

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realbeefman · 5 months

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everytime i rewatch one day, one room i expect house to disclose some sort of SA trauma and every time i am shocked when that isn't what happens

#just the way hugh laurie plays house in that episode is so... specific.#the way he gets so furious that she would dare relate to HIM #this especially in context of s8 and house very casually mentioning getting assaulted in prison like.#there is this constant theme throughout house md where house's bodily autonomy is taken away from him in this permanent and damaging way #even while he himself tries to downplay what he went through #i forget house being a rape survivor is just a personal hc and not an actual canon event #like it's to the point where i don't even think i've mentioned this hc on my blog before because it just implicitly Informs the way i think #about his character... idk hope this is relatable to other people and not just me reading into it #tw rape #tw sa #rape mention #sa mention #house md #one day one room #gregory house #house md hc

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lazaruspiss · 6 months

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giving d/vin grayson shit for writing a rape scene is wild to me. she wasn't the first or last to write dick grayson into having decidedly non-consensual sex, just the first woman to write it and the first to try and make it a serious storyline about an abusive relationship before the arc got canned to make room for the batman war games event.

and hey. having rape in stories is ok. so is slasher gore, so is cannibalism, car wrecks, shoot outs, etc. people are allowed to have stories about life changing acts of violence. people can talk about things that are bad and scary. just grow up and come to terms with not everything being about you and your tastes.

#my official rankings of dick's canon rapes in order of how seriously the writing takes them: cat. liu. mirage #can u tell i read some bad takes last night and woke up on the wrong side of the bed #hey whats up i still hate that tumblr chose one of the few female authors to hate for things that male authors do even worse all the time!!

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sapphire-weapon · 3 months

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YOU ARE CRYING ABOUT WEIRD KINKS IN A FANDOM FOR A SERIES WHERE A DUDE CANONICALLY FUCKS A SPIDER

YOU LOOK LIKE IDIOTS

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #i guess it had to be said #again #because i'm tired of this shit shitting up the tags #RE also has canon rape and canon incest and is a series about human trafficking and eugenics #it's implied that ashley gets raped in RE4 OG even #maybe RE isn't the series for you if the existence of these things in fiction is so upsetting to you #maybe the problem isn't the fandom #maybe the problem is that you're in the wrong one

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velvette-hussle · 2 months

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Alright, this isn’t just me nitpicking for nitpicking’s sake, but Valentino needs to be more seemingly disarming than he’s depicted as being if he is to be a pimp.

You’re not supposed to know someone’s a pimp (if they’re supposed to be a good one) on sight. You only know when someone tells you (and usually - if you’re not involved with shit like that - you just about don’t believe it) or when you’re being propositioned, and still even while you’re being propositioned a part of you - even though you know what’s happening - wants to take them up on their offer (especially if you’re desperate). Pimps that are prominent and rich still exist but they don’t make money if they can’t read a fucking room and manipulate bitches to some extent. The only reason you don’t hear about pimps is because the people still doing fuck shit like that are good at what they do, and good at hiding it (and because instances where they do get caught tend to stay local).

That’s why show/canon Valentino is just shit. He’s unbelievable as a threat to anyone who’s not Angel Dust, and it’s almost shocking he hasn’t been kicked out of the Vees or demoted to just being Vox’s boytoy with how utterly transparent he is in his antagonism and villainy. The only threat canon Valentino poses is to Vox’s business model.

#real Valentino “stans” want to see him be great okay?#we don’t excuse his canonically mediocre villainy (outside of his relationship w/ Angel Dust)#not that I’m a stan of anything - that was a joke - but still #hazbin hotel critical #valentino #Valentino’s wasted potential as a villain™️#instances like Valentino’s canon actions really make me question how much research could’ve possibly gone into these characters #hazbin hotel #he’s kicking around and (I believe) raping Angel Dust because it’s easy but why’s anyone else scared of/intimidated by him?#hazbin hotel valentino #the vees #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel the vees #hazbin valentino #i speak bitches *mwah*#me•

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labyrynth · 8 months

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mdzs fandom truly is remarkable. some of y’all’s opinions on consent are fucking deplorable tho and if this is how you think consent actually works i’m getting the authorities on speed dial.

#moi #mdzs talk #jiang cheng #canon jiang cheng #(because some of y’all need to hear it)#lemme tell u i do NOT want to know what y’all’s opinions on consent re: sex are #because if you apply literally ANY of this to sex. you are describing rape.#and of course as soon as y’all consider that you’ll start backpedaling and going ‘well obviously i don’t support rape!! that’s horrible!!!’#‘how could you accuse people of such things?!?’#BECAUSE CONSENT IS CONSENT. IF YOU HAD TO LIE TO GET CONSENT #(including lying by omission)#THEN YOU DID NOT RECIEVE CONSENT #salt is salt

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aingeal98 · 5 months

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Seeing fanon Jason stans in the wild is so interesting like they'll earnestly talk about how as Red Hood he only kills those who deserve it and protects victims and fights for kids and I'm like damn. That sounds like a fun post utrh AU as opposed to the canon villain we got, who poisoned hundreds of criminals regardless of their charge, shot 10 year old Damian, and taunted a CSA victim. It's too bad that version of Red Hood Jason does not exist outside of fanfiction given the classist undertones and bad writing of canon Red Hood Jason. Anyway, tempted to reread some Helena Bertinelli comics now.

#dc #dc rambles #csa tw #rape tw #I honestly like utrh Jason and I like that when his plan failed he snapped and lost it #I like angry grieving hypocritical 'bad victim' Jason when it's done well. I don't like how Morrison wrote him.#But fanon Jason is just so confusing to me like when I see those posts I always question if their comic canon is just #Utrh and wfa. Nothing else happening in between.#Which is basically new 52 Jason to an extent.#But new 52 Jason also sucks

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samble · 3 months

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i know nobody cares about this but me, but the way people still in 2024 think homura is some Obsessive Evil Psycho Abuser™ who wanted everyone but madoka to die horribly drives me up a wall. like, did we watch the same anime/movie(s)? are you just so blinded by hatred of homura that you flat out ignore canon entirely? what is it.

#ableism m #i guess #pmmm #'homura HATES the others and wants them to DIE HORRIBLY because she's an EVIL PSYCHO'#ignoring that she tried to prevent mami's death spent 10+yrs trying to save ALL her friends offered to leave the city if she/kyoko won #yet people will ignore any and all evidence of homura being not even a good but even just a DECENT person #bc 'nooo.... she's an evil meanie stalker abuser !!!! 1!!/'#she's 14 + also this 'take' isn't canonical #like even madoka IN CANON says she could never hate homura iirc etc etc etc #(i think a big part of it is lesbophobia tbh)#(and before anyone says im crazy ive literally seen homura called 'lesbian' the same way she's called 'stalker' ie as an insult)#(and So many bring up the 'psycho lesbian trope' for her...showing affection openly to another girl? and being weird about it bc trauma?)#(and the amount of fandom 'jokes' and stuff of her being perverted for being gay or even a fucking Rapist doesn't help)#rape m #in tags

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bunabi · 3 months

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genuinely, i don’t understand the difference between non-con and rape?? it just means non-consensual and isn’t that. the definition of rape because it doesn’t necessarily have to be violent. i’ve always thought they were synonymous and people just use the former because the latter has a lot of Social Baggage ? might be wrong tho, i don’t know much about the topic

ohh thank you that's the word I was looking for: baggage

another anon pointed about it can be used to bypass content filters so they dont get smoked, but it happens even in places where moderation is lax and nonexistent so idk

I love villains, the content comes with the territory, and it's not like I'm gonna pack my bags and leave Sephiroth because the girlies start saying rape instead of dubious consent lol I think it's okay not to be so roundabout about it

#ao3 for damn sure aint moderating nothing so im doubly confused why it happens there #i cant think of anything that would make me give up Sephiroth....maybe if he had a canon Sesshoumaru Moment (marrying his ward)#replies #now that im back at my computer i will retroactively tag these hmm how about #rape mention

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lokisprettygirl · 3 months

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Deadly Locks (Detective! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon Au) (Dark )

Read Chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary: Daemon juggles between taking care of you and finding the killer.

As your hands started to shake you placed the box inside the closet where you picked it from and shut it immediately. You stood against the door of the closet to collect your breaths. That was an engagement ring, there was no mistaking it. Was he planning to give it to someone? It's been two years. Two years. It was enough time to move on.

Were things serious between him and that reporter? Perhaps he was undermining the relationship in front of you because he didn't want to hurt you in this state?

You quickly changed into the shirt and a pair of trouser before you stepped outside to go into the kitchen. He gave you a smile as he looked at you so you returned it even though deep down you felt sick--

“Your tea is prepared as per your liking ma'am” he said to you so you gave him another smile

“You remember how I like it?”

“How could i forget”

You wanted to ask about the ring but that seemed desperate at this point, you broke up with him, you left him and you had no right to interfere if he was choosing to move on in his life and find happiness again. Perhaps with someone who would understand the complexities of his job better than you did.

You tried to shake off these thoughts, telling yourself that it didn't matter who he was moving on with. You knew he deserved love, he deserved every good thing in his life.

But every part of you regretted splitting up with him.

“Let's sit down and talk okay?’ he said to you so you chuckled.

“I have a therapist for that”

“I don't want to be your therapist, i want to be a friend –”

“I have friends” you said to him so he nodded and walked towards you to give you the cup of tea, you grabbed it with one hand and as he walked past you you grabbed his arm.

“I'm sorry..I'm just…i..”

“Shhhh it's okay..it's okay sweetheart..you're okay” he cooed gently which made your eyes fill with tears again. Why did he have to be so gentle with you? You broke his heart, left him behind to find someone you thought you deserved so why wasn't he showing even a miniscule amount of anger and frustration?

“Am i? Will I ever be okay again?”

“You will..you will..you're a strong strong woman, I know you.. and you have me by your side..i know i wasn't there when you--” he hesitated to finish his words as the memories of the past flooded in his mind “but I'm here now”

He made you sit down on the couch and he sat next to you, though maintaining a proper amount of distance to not trigger you or make you uncomfortable.

“Are you sure you don't have to be at work?” you asked him so he chuckled.

“I brought my work here..see” he pointed towards the stacks of paperwork on the desk he had in the living room so you gave him a smile

“How's Rebecca?”

“She's fine..”

“Ummm how did you I mean.. how did you find that place? It was in the middle of nowhere” your question made him squirm in his place. He really wished he had found you on his own but he really didn't. He only found you because he was told the location.

“I didn't find it..i thought I had him but i received an anonymous mail with the exact location printed on it” your eyes flickered as he said that.

“Who do you think sent it?”

“I have no clue..for once I'm…just lost” his voice sounded defeated so you placed your hand on his.

“You'll figure it out…you always do”

He gave you a sweet smile as you said that.

“You saw the woman right?” you asked him, you really wanted to talk about the woman and even though he was the one to take your official statement he hadn't gotten the chance to talk about your experience in person like this.

“I did”

“How did she look? I never saw her in light, I just heard her voice”

“She seemed off”

You looked at him confused as he said that. Of course she seemed off, she was a psychopath but you knew that's not what he meant.

“What do you mean?”

“When she fled..i went around the house ..only one footprint left the house..not two..just one.. and that wasn't a woman's size..she was tall but those boot prints were of a man's shoes and there was only one print..”

The realisation hit you like a ton of brick as he said that.

“Oh godd– there was no woman there.. Rebecca was right” He nodded in agreement as you spoke

“You know..he had the same eyes as you..when he looked at me..he was...his voice was different and he felt different but his eyes..”

“People have hazel eyes darling –”

“I know it's just..I'm sorry I didn't mean to –"

“Stop apologizing to me, okay?” He mumbled softly so you nodded in response “Do you want to sleep?” He asked you so you gave him another nod.

“Take the bedroom..I'll sleep in the guest room”

“No I'll go there…it's your room.. i don't wanna--”

“It used to be yours tooo ..just sleep there..I don't mind” you looked down as he reminded you of the nights you had spent in that bed, curled around each other's bodies.

You also felt that he was flirting, that's how he flirted, he wasn't really overly flirtatious even at the beginning of your dating period, this was his way of flirting. He was physical in his affection, words were never really his strong suit.

“But your girlfriend will mind.…ummm I don't want to cause problems -”

Was that your way of confirming whether he was seeing someone? He wondered

“Don't worry, there'd be no problems from anyone”

He didn't deny having a girlfriend, you thought.

And he was sleeping with Mary and he told you that it was just sexual, if he was committed to someone else he'd never cheat or maybe he changed, people change.

He wished you a good night of sleep as you got into the bed, before leaving he placed a bottle of water and some snacks for you on the side table in case you'd get hungry at night. He remembered your silly habits and that made you feel all warm and gooey again, for a moment you forgot what you had been through.

Just a moment though, as soon as your eyes drifted into the deep sleep you had a nightmare about being back into the basement. All alone.

You woke up with sweats and shuddering breaths, body shaking with fear as you made your way to the guest room. You wanted to knock but you stood there for a minute contemplating if you still had the right to disturb his sleep like that.

After what felt like an eternity you twisted the knob and entered the room. In the dim light you could barely figure out his silhouette in the bed, he seemed asleep, he didn't really snore, in fact he didn't make any noise at all whenever he was deep in sleep but you could always tell when he was asleep. You walked towards the bed and grabbed the duvet to slip inside as quietly as you could. He was on the left side so you tried to stay on the right, your back was turned to him, perhaps you'd sneak out first thing in the morning.

Or that's what you had thought. Your plan didn't work because he shifted in his sleep and as he saw you next to him he lifted his head up and rubbed his eyes to double check if you were actually there or it was just wishful thinking.

You could feel his eyes on you so you turned around to address the awkwardness of the situation.

“Sorry..I'll go if you want me to”

He kept his eyes on you as you said that and brought his hand forward to wrap it around your waist, you gasped as he pulled you closer to him, being huddled into his warmth immediately relaxed the tide of emotions that were bothering you.

“Nightmare?” He asked you as he tucked your hair behind your ears.

Your beautiful beautiful hair that got you in such deep trouble.

“Yeah..i don't want to be alone –” your lips trembled as you spoke so he laid back down and pulled you closer to him,

“You're not alone..I'm here”

“Thank you”

He caressed your back and the rhythm of his chest moving up and down slowly calmed your wrecked nerves. He then wrapped the duvet around you both, submerging you into that safe warm cocoon that you never wanted to get out of.

Your finger clutched around the fabric of his shirt and it took everything in him to not turn you over and kiss you like he used to.

“Thank you Daemon”

“Shhhh ..it's okay I have told you”

“No…for saving me..for bringing me back”

“I had to..I had to..i needed to”

You were sitting on the couch of the man you had been on four dates with so far, Officer Daemon. Sexy, nerdy and slightly awkward officer Daemon. After the night at the movies he had invited you into his home for coffee. Coffee, not wine or something alcoholic that would make you lose your inhibitions but coffee.

You couldn't help but stare at him in his leather jacket and loose t-shirt fitting him perfectly. He was running his fingers through his hair, pushing away those gorgeous locks that seemed to frame his face so well.

“You know you are pretty right??” You mumbled like a fool and his face flushed in response, he shrugged his shoulders before he gave you a smile. The smile, you liked that smile a lot, he looked like a Cheshire cat at times, he always seemed as if he was planning something in his head. But you liked that a lot, you enjoyed that he was a bit mysterious.

“Dont mind this foolish bloke's words but I'm worried about your eyesight darling”

You put the cup of coffee down on the table before you scooted closer to him and straddled him but not in a way that would give him all the right ideas.

“And I'm worried about yours”

“I'm not pretty, shhhh..you like messing with me don't you?”

He asked you in a playful manner, however his eyes were looking anywhere but you so you cupped his cheeks,

“I'm not messing with you I promise” you gave him a smile so he shook his head.

“What is uhhh what is so pretty about me?”

He asked you so you bit on your lip to think of an answer that would be honest and won't make him feel as if you were playing with him. Has he never been told how gorgeous he was? What a shame you thought.

“Well for starters..these captivating hazel eyes..they look at me as if I'm the only girl in the world..” his eyes teared up as you spoke so tenderly with him. He wasn't used to this, he wasn't used to people saying good things about his appearance.

“And these soft lips that make me wanna kiss you all the time” his breath hitched in his chest as your thumb brushed over his lips.

You're the ugliest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life..I hate you..I hate you so much, no amount of dressing up is going to fix that ugly mug..

His mother's voice screamed at him but as you kissed him all those voices shut down inside his head. For once in his life he genuinely felt appreciated for how he looked. And he felt cared for who he was.

“I am not pretty..i have a weird face.. I have been..told that” he mumbled meekly and your eyebrows scrunched in response. Your heart skipped several beats at once as you looked at the vulnerable man in front of you. He seemed so rugged when he was working, he had such a no nonsense attitude, you never could have sensed him to have such insecurities. You traced your fingertips along his jaw, hand brushing against the light stubble.

“You're perfect..so perfect” you kissed him again and his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him.

“So are you..you look like that and you're nice..so nice and sweet and so soft..that's a beautiful thing”

Your face became warm as he said that. You have been complimented over your looks before, especially from the men you dated but it had never felt so special before, most of the time men said things because they wanted to get you in their beds.

“Mmmm I like you so much officer Daemon” he chuckled as you said that.

Four dates ..it's been just four dates ..was it too soon to tell you that he was obsessed with you? That he was falling in love with you?

In the morning when he woke up you weren't there and that made him jump out of the bed and sprint out of his bedroom to see where you had gone. He came to a halt as he found you in the kitchen making breakfast, it felt like the old times when you used to do things like that for each other.

“Hey.. morning ..i made breakfast..ummm and i ironed your shirt, you still despise ironing right?” You asked him so he gave you a smile.

“Did you not sleep well?”

“I ..did..I just…keep having flashes” he noticed that your hands were shaking as you poured the tea in the cup so he walked towards you and placed his hand on yours.

“When are you seeing Doctor Smith again?”

He asked you so you looked at him.

“Tomorrow..i have a session tomorrow”

“Okay..I'm here alright? I know it's not easy but you don't have to be afraid anymore”

Your eyes teared up but as you looked at him his bed head and sleep marks on his face made you smile.

“Okay..ummm ..you have to be at work right?”

“Yes but I'm taking you to Donna's, I'll pick you up when I get off”

“Daemon you don't have to–”

“I do..i wasn't here when you –” his eyes welled up as he thought of the reasons, several reasons, that had made him drift away from you so much that you chose to leave him rather than be with him “I have not been there for you..plenty of times when I should have been there for you ..so just let me be here for you now”

He mumbled sharply so you nodded.

While he was in the bathroom you opened his closet and your eyes looked for the box again but it was gone ..it wasn't there anymore. Did he hide it?

Why did he hide it?

After dropping you at Donna's he went to the station and Jake informed him that commissioner Otto wanted to see him regarding the development in the case. That immediately made him nervous, he really wanted to catch the killer, put him behind the bars and make him rot in hell for what he had done to you and those other innocent women but it's been three weeks and he had no lead regarding the whereabouts of the killer.

It was as if he had vanished into the thin air.

There were plenty of things he didn't understand about the maniac. Why did he dress up as a woman? Why did he bump into him on purpose? Who gave him the anonymous tip? There were several questions but no answer, for once his instincts were quiet. So fucking silent when he needed it the most.

He sat down at his desk and cranked his neck to relieve the increasing tension but it was a lost cause.

“Sir, Rebecca Malone is here to see you” Jake said to him and he sighed, just a minute later Rebecca walked in, Jake was quick to scurry off after that

“Hello Rebecca, how are you doing?” he asked her as he gestured for her to sit down.

“What do you think?” She chuckled so he gave her a comforting smile.

“Have you been doing your sessions?” He asked her and her eyes welled up,

“Yeah but it's…useless..i am.. unlike y/n I don't have a detective looking out for me”

“Rebecca I am looking out for you ..there are officers patrolling outside your home..you don't have to worry okay?” He grabbed a glass of water and walked around the desk to give it to her as she seemed really shaken.

“Is there something else? Something you want to tell me?” he questioned her as he could sense something was wrong with her.

“Yeah well..in my statement i didn't mention something..i should have but I was trying to protect her” he raised his brows as she said that.

“What is it?” He asked her, keeping his voice controlled and professional but she started to cry.

“The killer, one time when he was assaulting me he said that you'd understand if you knew..that you'd understand the pain she can put you through” he looked at her confused as she said that. That didn't make any sense to him.

“Alright..why didn't you tell me this before? Who were you trying to protect?” He asked her, his voice was still gentle but firm.

“He was talking about y/n obviously.. wasn't he? Perhaps she had hurt you?”

“Look if you want him to get caught and punished you need to be honest with me here..you're listening to me right?” He said to her sternly but she broke down in tears instead so he sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her down but she got up and hugged him with a deathly grip. He looked around and his subordinates and colleagues were staring at him.

All his life he had tried to maintain a certain level of distance from women but he was surrounded by them now because of this case and his own doings.

Once Rebecca left he pondered over the information she had given him, trying to come up with an answer.

His phone rang again and he groaned loudly as he gripped the phone tightly between his palms.

“Mother” he mumbled as he picked up the call.

“Baby ..you haven't seen me in days…it's been days” her voice came out all frantic so he flipped the phone from his right ear to his left.

“Are you taking your medication?”

He asked her sternly. That's all he needed to know, that's all he cared about when his mother was in question.

“I worry about you..i love you and when you talk to me like this it hurts me”

“Well I'm busy right now..so can I call later?”

He asked her with irritation evident in his voice so she hung up the phone on him and he couldn't have been more grateful. He really needed to catch a break.

***********"

“Sooo what's going on between you and mister workaholic?” Donna asked you so you sighed.

“Nothing…we broke up and it's still that way...”

“Is that so? Honey..you're living with him again”

“Because he insisted”

“Uhhhuh? And since when do you do things that you don't want to do?” Donna asked you and you sighed in response. That was true , you never did anything in life that you didn't really want to. Well except the time when you were abducted, raped and assaulted by a killer.

You went home with Daemon because you really wanted to be close to him. He was what kept you going while you were locked in that basement, he was your light in that darkness but now you didn't know whether he was still at the same place you had left him or that he had moved on.

Later in the evening and at the cusp of night Daemon picked you up from her house and the ride home was silent, you recognised that look on his face very well, he was stressed about work.

“Is there anything about your time in captivity that you haven't shared with me yet?” He asked you so you shook your head in response

“I told you everything.. why?”

“Nothing…it's just…messy”

When you both reached home he fed you dinner and then sat you down for a movie..he figured that would keep your mind distracted for a while. In the middle of a scene a woman was shown singing a lullaby to her daughter which made you and Daemon both grimace in response.

But for different reasons.

He looked at you to check your reaction and your eyes were teary already so he grabbed the remote and turned it off immediately. You had mentioned that the killer's mother or the killer pretending to be his mother sang lullabies to you. He couldn't imagine how terrifying that must have been..

“Well that didn't go as planned” he mumbled as he scooted closer to you.

“It's okay…it's just…it's the same lullaby she or he sang to me–”

His eyes widened as you said that. He turned the tv on and rewinded the portion and you looked at him surprised. As you heard the lullaby again you had several flashbacks of her creepy voice singing to you.

“Are you sure it's the same lullaby?” He asked you, his face had gone pale for some reason you didn't understand..

“Of course I'm sure Daemon…can you turn it off please?” as your lips trembled he switched the tv off and pulled you in for a hug to comfort you.

All of this could have been just a major co-incidence but then he knew, it wasn't really a coincidence, it was a lead he had to follow.

After a while you pulled away from him and he seemed lost in his thoughts. Rebecca mentioning what the killer had said coupled with this reveal just made him feel conflicted.

“What is it?” you asked him as you noticed the worried look on his face.

“Nothing..it's nothing”

“It's not nothing…you have something…what is it?” He brushed his hair back with his fingers as he took a deep breath.

“It could be a coincidence..it's a common lullaby”

“What are you talking about?” You looked at him confused so he turned his eyes to you.

“My mother sang that lullaby to me whenever she dressed me up as her pretty girl"

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re: my last post, but I kind of have a good serving of criticism in my heart about the whole "gerudos as men r*pists*" trope that I've seen bouncing around in fandom since like 2008 at least (and before that I assume), but it's. not a particularly fun topic. so.

#thoughts #cw rape #gerudos #let's just say that #if we do need to go there #(and we Do Not need to go there particularly)#let's say this whole debacle ignores *a lot* of canon content that suggests where the power balance may actually lie #if it does lie anywhere #also the sexually aggressive/domineering brown people trope as another tool of dehumanization is not. yea #but idk I think it's an interesting takeaway to cultivate in the context of the overwhelming examples of #*hylians* being the ones to repeatedly overstep gerudo boundaries #gerudos don't capture men *men try to break in gerudo homes and get arrested* that's a pretty significant difference you guys #if gerudos were so aggressive about it wouldn't men rather be the ones to run away?#why are we keeping them out in the first place etc #anyway weird trope supported by almost nothing and often enabling VERY unhinged racist comments from its fanbase on the regular #can we talk about how the brown race is uncritically characterized as rapists --either ganondorf or his people #in spite of there being basically zero evidence anywhere in the games that this might be the case??? why is this an assumption we're making #idk man people be having weird hangups about all of this #also yeah sure the strong independant women has *got* to be man eaters that treat them like disposable garbage #and like #my dear Men of the Internet #maybe try to fix your anxieties surrounding women being self-sufficient and independant instead of projecting like crazy idk something #sorry the post is Unfun but it's been bothering me since forever #I remember being thirteen and reading a fic with this trope for the first time and being So Scandalized haha #but yeah I've been chewing on the thought ever since so here you go

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oh i caught you open! can we get some either andrew & kevin or neil & kevin being best friends and supporting each other? i feel like they're not explored enough and the potential is right there :)

Luckily, Kevin and Andrew’ friendship is a topic the fandom is pretty interested in. So much so that we’ve split this ask. In this post we’re concentrating entirely on Andrew and Kevin, Neil & Kevin’s friendship will be addressed in another ask. - S

Some previous recs:

Andrew & Kevin’s friendship here

Kevin & Andrew’s relationship here

Kevin as Andrew’s best friend here

Kevin’s friendship with Andreil here

‘Where The Wild Things Are’ here

‘I know that you'll come if you want’ here

‘N for nebulous’, ‘And Then There Was One’ and ‘Wear it to Eden's’ here

‘Reckless’ here

‘Trust Me’ here

‘Searchlights’ here

‘fugue in red’ here

splinters beneath our nails by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 3719 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew hasn’t decided what to do about Kevin Day. A few days ago, he’d have said that Kevin was dead to him. If things had gone differently, that might still be true. Today, he walks up to the car and throws open the door.

Not again by LetThemCuddle [Rated G, 698 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew circled the stony striker when silence answered him. “Hello? Anybody home? The answer is yes, a lot of nobodies, just one is missing. I’ll give you three guesses.” “Pass.” “Never took you for a quitter. This is quite refreshing.” The goalie quipped, lighting a smoke. “Come on, the cars’ still running.” “I’m going to stay here.” Kevin’s quiet voice echoed through the abandoned stadium. Somber, lacking the usual spiteful energy he towed.

right on time by dayurno [Not Rated, 10915 words, complete, Aftg Mixtape Exchange 2023]

"Has your Butcher called back yet?" Oh. “No,” Kevin replies, frowning slightly. “It’s understandable. He is a busy man.” “Kevin Day making excuses,” pulling away, Andrew puts down, “at this rate, you might just write his name on the margins of your books with hearts around it.” “What? No, why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” Kevin gives him a perplexed look. “Andrew, do you think I like the Butcher of Baltimore?” Alternatively, when the Butcher of Baltimore issues an order for his subordinates to bring him his childhood idol, he forgets what his choice of career entails. Kevin would hold it against him if he didn't find the man so fascinating.

tw: (accidental) kidnapping

Rescue Me by Demiwitchwoodwalker [Rated T, 4564 words, complete, 2022]

“I can protect you, from him and yourself,” Andrew said in a tone Kevin couldn’t quite place after a long moment filled with nothing but the muffled noise of the game playing on Kevin’s laptop. “I can help you stay instead of running further or back.” Kevin stared at him then, finally letting himself actually look at him, and the same feeling from before returned, feeling like a hand clenched itself around his lungs and heart. He pushed his laptop closed, the game’s audio abruptly cutting off, and turned slightly to face Andrew, whose expression had shifted back into the grin that seemed to constantly be present in the day and whose eyes looked almost dead. Kevin’s lips parted, words rising in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t get them past his tongue. How was he supposed to do this? The memory of Andrew the night before floated through his mind again, when he was as close to sober as he could get, more vulnerable than Kevin felt he’d ever seen a person despite the fact that Kevin was the one halfway through a breakdown. "Why?" --- Aka, how Kevin and Andrew make their deal. (Potential triggers are listed in the tags, please be careful!)

tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

The Tide by zoeellendraws [Rated G, 20473 words, complete, 2022]

Kevin and Andrew participate in a showcase that could make or break their ballet careers and discover a promising new talent in the process. Or Mysterious Ballet AU

tw: implied/referenced violence

I came for the safety (stayed 'cause you made me feel) by Charcoalll [Rated M, 4621 words, complete, 2021]

“Day? We’re gonna get you out of here okay? Minyard’s gonna make sure you get out of here and down to the bus” Kevin looked over Wymack’s shoulder where he could see the figure of the small blonde man. Kevin nodded, how could he do anything but nod? These people were sticking out their neck for him in a way he couldn’t remember anyone doing before. No words could ever describe his thankfulness. Or: A little glimpse into Andrew and Kevin's relationship before, during and after AftG.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse

biting down by vincevangothh [Rated T, 2257 words, complete, Aftg Exchange 2017]

kevin learns that in order to understand something, you have to allow yourself to learn, and talks to andrew about neil. '“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it. “Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?” It's a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.” “Deal.”'

Reasons by orphan_account [Rated T, 1895 words, complete, 2016]

“You took me with you when you recruited him,” Andrew muttered, but he knew Kevin was listening. They both knew that it was the closest Andrew could get to a thank you, so they both kept quiet. A list of the times Andrew met Kevin, interwoven with the list of times Andrew met Neil.

Kevin, Andrew and their friendship by @andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream [tumblr, 2023]

“Why are we here?” “I'm here because it's Josten's birthday next week. You're here because you can't be alone.”

Andrew and Kevin watching a movie together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare. by @foxesbettingpool [tumblr, 2018]

He’d been up the majority of the night, wasting away on a bean bag chair with textbooks, papers, and a mountain of notes surrounding him.

tw: nightmares

Future Andrew & Kevin hc by @thepalmtoptiger [tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Kevin stay close friends after leaving the Foxes and going pro.

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man hc by @palmettofoxden [tumblr, 2017]

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man at his wedding and Andrew just stands up and walks out of the room without answering or even reacting.

Art

andrew & kevin brotp edit by @mint-and-memories

Andrew and Kevin meme art by @foxhole-doodles

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