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The Devil's In The Details

Dante starts to feel something more besides an undeniable attraction growing between him and the fiery Detective.

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Chapter 11: A Little Heat Never the Devil

Dante sticks to you like glue as both of you run down the train aisle, leaving the chaos and destruction of the derelict station behind. And just when things started to get interesting, he thought remorsefully, still so curious about what you were going to him for tricking you.

It was an honest mistake; in hindsight, he probably should’ve kept up with you more during the battle. But you really know how to handle a gun, and Ebony was fucking glorious in your hands. Just seeing you in action, popping demons left and right while covering his back was one of the hottest things he’s ever seen.

So, when he got popped as well, he didn’t mind since he knew it was his fault. It’s not the first time he got shot and walked away scotch free, but the way you rushed to his side all protective and concerned…he really couldn’t help but to let it all play out just to see what you would do. You always have this icy wall around you, and getting a peek through it as you pushed his shirt up to check his wound…the devil within him purrs at the mere memory of your fingers brushing his chest. And the way your eyes ignited with pure rage and desire when you confronted him…

How could a devil resist getting a rise out of a firecracker like you?

That’s Honeybee for ya, he remarks to himself as both of you dash into the last train car. Ferocious beauty all wrapped up in a smokin’ hot package.

Dante regains his focus as you leap out of the broken-down train car with him hot on your heels. Both of you stand still for a moment with weapons ready, quietly waiting to see if the reigning destruction will cascade down to this part of the abandoned station. But the trembling ground calms down as the echo of the crumbling racket in the distance fades away.

“Whew! What a rush!” he exclaims while dismissing his sword with a flick of wrist. “Amiright, Honeybee?”

Your eyes squint viciously as he turns towards you. “That’s one way of putting it,” you growl before hitting his shoulder with the handle of Ebony over and over.

“Ow! Hey!” he yelps before ripping his gun out of your hand. “What’s that for?” he asks while rubbing his aching shoulder.

“For being an insufferable dick!” you fume before turning away from him with a furious whip of your head.

Dante can literally feel the fury humming in your body, threatening to burst through the seams of your control. Hmm…might’ve pushed her too hard, he admits with a concerned frown while holstering Ebony behind his back. But before he can try to diffuse your unbridled temper, you take a deep breath and all the anger seems to just disappear as your quaking body becomes deathly still.

“C’mon…let’s report back.”

You take out your flashlight and forge ahead without a backward glance. Dante follows quietly, leaping up the ledge to the station just ahead before helping you up with a charming smile. But your stoic face never wavers as both of you make your way out the station in total cold silence.

Yeah…definitely pushed too hard, he notes, already missing the companionable heated banter that usually goes on between you two as both of you climb up the ruined stairs up to the surface.

Carmen waves both of you down with a relieved smile. “Hey, guys! How’d it go?” she yells while jogging up to meet us.

“Pretty good!”

“We encountered some demons.”

We both respond at the same time, and Carmen looks between us with her mouth agape in shock and horror. “What?! Holy shit, are y’all okay?”

“We’re fine,” you reassure while reaching into your leather coat. “But we found this,” you inform while handing her the evidence bag with the bedroom slipper in it. “Fill her in, Dante.”

“Uh, okay,” he murmurs with a confused quirk of his brow as you walk away at a brisk pace.

His quizzical eyes never leave your retreating back as you whip out your glasses and slip them on before taking out your notebook. You stop a good distance away before updating your notebook with a furious scribble of your pencil. Dante lets out a frustrated sigh as he turns back to Carmen, who is looking up at him with a sympathetic smirk.

“Don’t worry…she gets like this when she’s super pissed,” she assures with a small nod of her head. “Just give her some space and she’ll go back to her usual icy self again!”

Dante nods in understanding as his eyes flicker back over to you. “Sounds like you’re used to this.”

“Oh, yeah! It’s just how Quickdraw works,” she comments with a casual shrug of her shoulder. “So, what did ya find?” she presses on while looking at the evidence bag in her hand.

“A bedroom slipper,” he informs while keeping his eyes on you. “Honeybee thinks it could’ve been Mrs. Harmon’s.”

“Oh, sweet! We’ll see in the lab later!” she exclaims with an excited smile while pocketing the evidence bag. “But what about the demons?” she asks with a sudden fearful twist of her lips.

Dante glances down at her with a confident smirk. “All taken care of.”

Carmen sighs in relief. “Good…glad you were there with her,” she murmurs while nodding her head towards you. Then, her lips curl into a gleeful grin. “And can I just say…I totally ship it!”

“What do ya mean?” he asks with a curious quirk of his brow.

“You and her together!” she explains with a wildly excited gesture of her hands. “The chemistry is just…perfection!”

Dante chuckles wryly. “Wish she felt the same way,” he murmurs as his longing eyes find their way back to you.

“Oh, believe me…she totally does!” she assures with a knowing smile. “I’ve seen this before, ya know.”

His eyes swivel back towards Carmen with a sudden pique of interest. “Really?”

“Well, uh…” she hesitates before heaving a soft sigh. “Okay…so, I’ve known her for a long time, and I’ve noticed that she doesn’t show interest in the normal way,” she discloses with a soft whisper. “Most would go full on heart eyes, but Quickdraw…she’s more complicated.”

Already got that impression, he quips silently to himself, but still leans in closer to hear more.

“Complicated how?”

Carmen looks back at you like she’s making sure you haven’t noticed their conversation before continuing in a secretive whisper. “She usually keeps her cool with everyone, but every now and then there’s someone who just rubs her the wrong way…but I think it’s the right way!” she informs with a satisfyingly knowing smirk. “Like the last guy that she swears up and down that she had no romantic feelings for…they’d get into explosive arguments at the station! It was so thrilling!” she whispers excitedly before scrunching her lips in a disappointed frown. “But it didn’t work out.”

I can guess why, he thought as the juicy tidbit he heard about your Lieutenant replays in his mind. He got the impression that there was a history between you two, and after what Moxie shared with him at Love Planet’s bar…the devil within growls possessively against his skin, but he ignores it in favor of playing along.

“Why not?” he prods while leaning closer.

“He chose his career over her,” she replies with a small shrug. “And she’s moved on, but man…what a dick move,” she murmurs while glancing over at you with a dejected sigh. “Quickdraw deserves more than getting thrown under the bus…which is why I’m gonna help you!” she claims as her lips curve into a hopeful and bubbly smile.

“You wanna be my wing woman?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

Carmen nods. “Hell yeah! In fact, I have an idea, but we can’t talk about it now,” she whispers softly, shooting a wary glance your way. “You got a cellphone?” she asks, surreptitiously taking her own phone out with a cheeky grin when he nods. “Gimme your number and I’ll fill ya in later!”

Dante recites his number and she quickly types it into her phone before pocketing it. Both of you share a sly smile as the distant ringtone of the Detective’s cellphone chimes through the air. You flinch irritably at the interruption, but still whip out your phone and bring it up to your ear. He can’t quite hear your low murmuring words, but he can tell that the conversation must annoy you by the way you prop your hand on your hip. Then, you end the call and close your notebook with a snap before approaching him with an irked grimace.

“Everything alright?” he asks with a concerned tilt of his head.

“Yeah…just the Lieutenant wanting a personal update as soon as possible,” you explain with an annoyed twitch of your brow before turning to Carmen. “How much longer do you think you’ll take here?”

“Just waitin’ for the tow truck to get here!” she informs while nodding her head towards the abandoned car. “I’d say about another 30 minutes?”

You nod. “Alright. Seeya later, Sandiego.”

“Seeya! And good luck!” she replies with a chipper smile before joining the rest of the crime scene analysts waiting around the abandoned car.

Dante gives her a friendly wave before turning towards you. “So, back to the station?”

You ponder for a moment before shaking your head. “Let’s get lunch first.”

“Nothing like mowing down demons to work up an appetite!” he exclaims as both of you head towards Cavaliere.

You let him drive this time much to his disappointment and judging by the disgruntled rev of the Devil Arm’s engine…he’s not the only one. Dante rolls his eyes but he totally understands; the way you straddled Cavaliere and rode him like a pro really turned him on…but the feel of your hands around his waist as you lean against his back makes up for it a little bit. Just having you close makes the devil within purr with contentment as he follows the directions you gave him before riding off.

Dante comes to a screeching halt on an unfamiliar street and looks around curiously as you hop off the fiendish bike. You urge him to follow with a nod of your head before walking down the adjacent sidewalk. He hurries off the bike and follows you to a food truck decorated to look like it’s wearing a tuxedo parked by the street. His brow quirks at the fancy cursive sign that reads Dapper Dogs.

“Huh…and here I thought you’d live up to your end of our deal,” he teases with a rueful shake of his head while crossing his arms.

You chuckle wryly. “You said pizza, but you didn’t say just traditional pizza,” you point out with an amused smirk.

Dante quirks his brow in interest as you step up to the food truck to give your order to the guy behind the window. Then, you grab a couple of drinks before walking back to him. You offer him one of the drinks while both of you wait for your food. He takes a sip and hums softly as the sweet and spicy taste of home brewed ginger beer bursts on his tongue.

You cross your arms and wait with him for a couple of minutes until the guy behind the window waves you down. He watches as you go over and grab a small tray before dropping some cash in the tip jar. Then, you look back at him and nod towards Cavaliere before heading that way.

Dante rushes up behind you and looks over your shoulder with a perplexed furrow of his brow. “What the hell is that?”

“Diavola Dog,” you reveal while looking over your shoulder at him. “It’s a hot dog wrapped in spicy salami smothered with tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, and pickled jalapeños,” you explain with a challenging quirk of brow. “I thought a devil like you can handle a little heat.”

“Oh, I can handle it, Honeybee.”

Your keen eyes flicker up to his confident smirk before you quickly turn your head away from him with an indifferent hum. But he still saw that fiery spark that he desperately tries to stoke every time he sees it in your intense gaze. She’s warmed up to the nickname, but still pretends to not like it, he muses as you set the tray down on Cavaliere’s seat.

You hand him a well-crafted and utterly smothered hot dog before grabbing your own. Then, you lean against the backside of Cavaliere while setting your drink down on the tray. He watches as you dig into your meal, giving no shits about appearing all ladylike as you open your mouth wide before hacking into your hot dog with a satisfied groan.

Dante licks his lips as his mind wonders about what else your mouth could do, but he shakes those desirous thoughts out of his head as he focuses on his own hot dog. He sets his drink next to yours before bringing up his meal for a curious sniff. It smells like pizza, he admits before leaning against the front side of Cavaliere. Then, he takes a bite…and throws his head back as a familiar savory flavor with a heated kick of spice hits him like a brick wall.

“Mmmm…holy shit!” he exclaims with a gratifying moan before going back for more.

“Told ya so,” you murmur with a smug nod while swiping some tomato sauce from your cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong, I still like pizza,” he clarifies between hearty chews of his mouth before swallowing. “But this is really good!” he admits before taking another bite. “And the pickled jalapeños…damn!”

You grin triumphantly as both of you fall into comfortable silence, just enjoying the calm and quiet of enjoying a damn good meal for a few moments. But the concerned and hectic tone of your voice as you rushed to his aid in that demon infested part of derelict station invades his mind. He was only provoking you, but realizes that you’re not like Lady or Trish, who are used to him being reckless all the time.

Still worth it to feel her hands on my chest, but… he relents before trying to make amends.

“So, uh… I’m sorry I scared ya down there.”

You pause your chewing of a delectable meal before letting out a resigned sigh. “It’s alright. Still not used to having a half demon as a partner,” you murmur before pinning him down with a harsh glare. “But if you even pull some shit like that ever again…”

“I won’t!” he promises with a defensive shrug of his shoulders before flashing you with his most charming grin. “Just glad that you care, Honeybee.”

You roll your eyes but he can still see the barest hint of a smirk on your lips as you go back to enjoying your spicy meal. Oh yeah…still got it, he boasts to himself while digging into his own delicious hot dog. Both of you finish eating and drink every drop of the refreshing ginger beer before hitting the road once more.

Dante zips through the streets for a few minutes before barreling into the station’s parking lot with a loud rev of Cavaliere’s engine. You hop off as soon as he parks and immediately head inside with him in tow. The charged excitement of his first appearance here has died down, but he still gets some curious looks as both of you make your way to the criminal investigations department. Even Detective Douche pauses whatever loud and verbose conversation he’s having with a bunch of other detectives in the department to stare at him as both of you head straight towards the Lieutenant’s office.

You knock on the door and open it when the Lieutenant’s raspy voice answers. “About damn time,” he grumbles while ushering both of you in with a wave of his hand. “Whatcha got for me, Detective?” he asks as his office door clicks shut.

You take a seat in a chair across from the Lieutenant’s desk while Dante remains standing behind you. The Lieutenant arches his brow but doesn’t question him as you launch into a report about your current finding in the case. You go into the details of searching through the Harmons safety deposit box and the interview with their son. Both of you agree that contents of the safety deposit offer more questions than answers, and that the son is an unlikely suspect due to an airtight alibi and lack of evidence implicating him.

Then, you move onto the missing dog in the abandoned car, informing the Lieutenant that the murder weapon has been recovered for testing. You mention the humongous syringe you found as well, feeling very confident that it’ll test positive for the mysterious demonic venom that’s been present in your other related cases. The Lieutenant perks up at that little bit of information but doesn’t interrupt as you go into your investigation of the derelict station. You go through every detail: finding the bedroom slipper, heading deeper into the station through the broken-down train, and the terrifying encounter with a group of demons.

“Demons?” he repeats with a raised brow. “Are you sure?”

Dante bristles at the Lieutenant’s skeptical tone. “Are ya saying she’s a liar?”

You remain silent as the Lieutenant shoots him with a withering glare. Dante knew that he should’ve kept quiet, but he can’t help but to remember what he heard from Carmen…about how you were ridiculed while your former partner sitting behind that desk left you high and dry for a promotion. Just thinking about how much that must’ve hurt you makes the devil within rumble angrily beneath his skin as he stares right back at the Lieutenant with his own scathing glare.

“No, I’m not,” the Lieutenant answers gruffly before turning his attention back to you. “Any injuries?”

“None,” you reply with a small shake of your head. “We dealt with them quickly, but they took a chuck of the station with them,” you explain before launching into a short and concise retelling of your daring escape from the abandoned station as it came crashing down from above.

The Lieutenant is stunned for a moment. Then, he takes a deep breath and lets out a low whistle. “Damn…glad you got out okay.”

“Me too, Lieutenant,” you murmur with a relieved sigh. “But any lead on Mrs. Harmon’s whereabouts got destroyed as well,” you point out as your lips curve into a frustrated frown.

The Lieutenant nods in agreement. “But them’s the brakes sometimes,” he admits while placing his elbows atop his desk. “Just glad that they didn’t cause a ruckus above ground. We’re still dealing with that shitshow of a tree, and if the press finds out…” he trails off while lacing his fingers together with a grime scowl.

“A total frenzy,” you finish as your lips twist into a contemptuous grimace. “Yeah, I know.”

The Lieutenant meets your gaze, and Dante gets the impression that both of you are still talking despite the growing silence. His eyes flicker between both of you, taking in the Lieutenant’s stoic face and your scornful expression as he wonders what exactly is being said in the utterly quiet office.

Kinda feeling like a third wheel here, he muses as the possessive growl of the devil within rattles under his skin. A quip mirroring that exact same thought is on the tip of his tongue, but before he can break the silence with it…the Lieutenant turns his stoic gaze to him

“Can you excuse us, Mr. Dante? I’d like to talk to the Detective…alone.”

Dante looks down at you before nodding. “Sure,” he murmurs while gripping your shoulder before leaning down close to your ear. “I’ll just wait in your office, kay?”

You glance up at him and nod with a grateful smirk while patting his hand. Then, you turn your steely gaze back on the Lieutenant as he heads out of the office. He opens the door and spares a glance back at you and the Lieutenant staring silently at each other, literally filling the office with an impending tensity that beckons him away. The devil within growls in protest, but Dante knows you can handle whatever your old partner slings at you. So, he steps out and closes the door behind him before making his way to your office.

The other detectives glance at him curiously, but none of them approach him as he walks through the department straight to your office like he belongs here. He opens the door and swiftly shuts it before heading towards your desk. The box of strawberry donuts you gave him this morning is still there right where he left it before both of you went out. He grabs a donut from the box with a fond smile before taking a bite as his mind replays the conversation he had with you over these delectable treats.

He saw the shock in your eyes when he appeared in your office, which told him that you honestly thought you scared him away. But nothing you do could scare him away, not even the threat of a knife to the gut because that fire he sees in you is irresistible. You always seem to keep everyone at a distance, but the “sorry for being such a bitch” donuts told him that you really do care, and that you’re aware of the anger locked away behind your stoic façade that scares everyone away if they get a peek of it.

But not him…in fact, it draws him in more. It calls to him, beckoning him to come closer…the devil within purrs in delight at the mere image of the fire behind your icy eyes. He can’t quite place what it was about you that pulls him in with such force, but after what you, Moxie, and Carmen have told him…he knows that it’s not just your fire.

Dante takes another bite of his donut as he walks around the desk and leans against the exact same spot where he heard you talk about the case that nearly ended your career earlier this morning. He knew that you would be pissed if you found out that he was snooping around for information about you. So, he told you he went poking around because he was hoping that you would tell him your side of the story. And you did, it was vague but he got the gist; seemed like a normal case involving a serial killer, but you came face-to-face with a demon…and the people you thought would have your back turned a blind eye to save face because the citizens of Red Grave City couldn’t trust the police if a mere demon can trick them.

He finishes the donut with a vicious bite as old memories of his past flash before his mind. After the attack on his home and escaping the horrors of what the demons wrought, making a new life with a different name just like his mom told him to before she…he tried to move on, but his devilish nature always seemed to attract the attention of demons. And that always came with a landslide of doubt and mistrust from anyone he confided in back then.

It ruined his reputation for a while, but he made it work with a few close friends along the way. He was able to make a living out of what brought him pain, a way to release the anger and despair of not being strong enough to protect his mother. And he sees that in you, trying to protect people from the devastation that demons bring despite no one watching your back.

Dante reaches for another donut but pauses as the gravity of his attraction to you hits him hard in the chest. The fire behind those determined and angry eyes of yours when he first met you drew him in…well, that and the confidence you commanded while walking around his office, so smoking hot and irresistible. But after working with you for a couple of days and hearing about what happened to you in the past…he feels connected to you on a deeper level beyond sexual attraction.

Too bad Honeybee doesn’t wanna give me a chance, he thought, recalling the couple of times you made it very clear that you only see him as your partner.

But then again, he can tell that you’ve started to warm up to him and that you’re attracted to him as well. He definitely smelled the heady scent of your arousal when you marched right up to him after your tirade. Your lips were so close to his as you stared up at him with those scorching eyes…the devil within purrs against his skin as he wonders what your lips would taste like, how they would feel pressed against his in a blazing hot kiss…

Dante puts a pause on his desirous thoughts as the sound of stomping footsteps approaches your office. He looks over his shoulder just as you rip the door open with an irate scowl. At least she’s not pissed at me for once, he thought, subtly readjusting his pants that got a little too tight while pushing off your desk with a concerned frown.

“You alright?” he asks as you enter your office before pushing the door closed with a hard smack of your hand.

You turn your angry gaze towards him, staying quiet for a moment before breathing in deeply. “Yeah,” you murmur with an exasperated huff. “Just Hard Ass being a hard ass.”

Dante waits for you to say more, but you remain silent as you walk over to your desk. He watches for a moment as you open a drawer and begin to stack various casefiles on top of each other. I hate it when she’s like this, he notes, much preferring the wild and passionate side of your temper instead of this cold and impassive anger that keeps him at a distance.

“So, what do we do now?” he gently asks, hoping to shake you out of your icy shell by bringing your attention back to the case.

You don’t even look up at him as you respond. “Now, we’re done for the day and for the next couple of days…apparently,” you grumble before slamming the desk drawer closed with a bitter scowl.

Dante furrows his brow in confusion before putting the pieces together. “He ordered you to take the weekend off?”

“Yep,” you confirm while straightening the stack of case files. “He wants us to lay low in case the press got a whiff of what happened down in the station.”

You pause for a moment, and he can see the conflicting thoughts churning behind your searing eyes. Something in his gut tells him that getting ordered to take time off isn’t the only thing that incurred your icy wrath. And it looks like you’re about to tell him more, biting your lip in thought before turning your furious gaze towards him. But then, you shake your head and pick up the stack of casefiles with a weary sigh.

“I had some errands to run anyway,” you inform with a defeated shrug of your shoulders. “But we can still meet later and brainstorm our next move if you want,” you offer while adjusting the sizable number of casefiles under your arm.

Dante regards you with a worried tilt of his head. He wants to know what’s really going on with you but decides against butting into your business since you’re more likely to push him away than tell him anything at this point.

“Yeah!” he agrees while taking out his cellphone.

You follow suit and type his number in your phone before reciting your own number to him. Not exactly how I imagined getting her number, but I’ll take it, he muses while recording the digits with a smug smile. Then, he saves the number under his nickname for you before pocketing his cellphone.

“Just gimme a call whenever,” he offers with a charming smirk.

“Alright,” you reply with a grateful nod before heading towards your office door.

Dante rushes ahead and opens it for you, which makes you shake your head at his chivalrous gesture. But your lips still curl into an amused smirk as he follows you out the office. Both of you walk through the station quietly, but the soft chime of your cellphone breaks the silence. You take it out and start sending a flurry of texts, disregarding the peculiar yet leery stares of your fellow officers as you lead the way out with a determined scowl.

The tension hovering around you melts away slightly as both of you make it to the station’s parking lot. Dante follows as you head straight towards your motorcycle, softly laughing when Cavaliere rev’s its engine in protest. Couldn’t agree with ya more, he laments while shaking his head at the fiendish motorcycle. He doesn’t want to see you ride away without him either, but he knows that you desperately want some space right now.

So, he just watches with a heavy heart as you secure the casefiles in a side bag before putting your helmet on. Then, you hop onto your bike and crank the ignition, giving it a couple revs before turning to him.

“Seeya later, Dante.”

“Adios, Honeybee.”

And with that, you peel out of the parking lot with a loud roar of your motorcycle. Dante just stands there for a moment, ignoring the low rumbling growl of Cavaliere’s engine as he wonders what the hell he’s gonna do while waiting for your call. He could always go back to Love Planet and hang out with Moxie, but she always had a knack of seeing right through his jokingly carefree attitude. And he’s really not in the mood to talk about whatever’s going on between him and the Detective.

Maybe a drive though the abandoned parts of the city, he decides while walking towards his ride. Might find some demons to pummel along the way if I’m lucky.

Dante hops onto Cavaliere just as his cellphone rings and vibrates in his jacket. His heart feels like it’s leaping for joy in his chest as he whips it out with an excited tremble of his hands. Really? So soon? he wonders while looking at the slightly cracked screen. But his brows furrow at the unfamiliar number before accepting the call with a disappointed frown.

“Hello?”

“Hiya! It’s me, Carmen!”

“Oh, hey!” he responds with a cheery smile. “Didn’t expect you to call so soon.”

“Yeah, well…I had a plan, but Quickdraw just texted me a while ago that she got benched for the weekend,” she quickly explains with a worried tone. “But that only gave me another brilliant plan!” she exclaims, and he can literally hear the excited grin on her face as she speaks.

“Really?” he questions. So that’s who Honeybee was texting on the way out, he surmises while tilting his head with interest. “Do tell.”

Carmen giggles softly. “Well, this isn’t the first time the Lieutenant ordered her to take some time off…she’d literally work herself to the bone if no one stopped her,” she informs with a fretful sigh. “So, as her fun-loving friend, I suggested that we should all go out to the cantina!”

“The what now?” he asks with a curious quick of his brow.

“Oh, uh…it’s a bar called Fuego del Diablo,” she informs before moving on. “Me, her, and Graves go there a lot. It’s got great food, strong margaritas, and a huge dance floor for salsa dancing!”

Dante hums softly as the image of you in a smoking hot dress dances across his mind. “Sounds fun!” he admits with a pleased smirk while his gut tells him that’s more to her plan. “But I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Carmen stalls for a moment before continuing. “I may have uh…neglected to tell her that you’re invited?”

Dante chuckles. “Ah, very sneaky, Sandiego!”

“Yeah, I know…but look!” she starts with an irked sigh. “Quickdraw is stubborn and won’t let her guard down at work,” she discloses before letting out a devious laugh. “Which is why I think it’d be good if both of you see each other outside of work…with plenty of tequila and dirty dancing.”

“Wow…you really do ship us, huh?” he asks while admiring the cunning plan of the bubbly crime scene analyst.

“Damn right!” she exclaims with utmost confidence. “I know it’s risky and Quickdraw could fly off the handle, but I’ve known her for a while and I feel like…” she pauses before letting out a frustrated sigh. “She tries so hard to uphold this image of being aloof and strong in a male dominated workforce that constantly looks for every little fault,” she explains with an angry tone. “And after what she went through…she just needs to find the opportunity to let loose and finally have some happiness cos there’s no way she’ll go for it herself.”

Dante remains silent as this new information floods his mind. Then, he smiles and speaks softly. “You’ve got her back too, huh?”

“Hell yeah!” she exclaims with an enthusiastic giggle before lowering her voice. “And don’t worry, Dante…Wing Woman Sandiego’s got your back too!”

“Glad to hear it!” he responds with a wide grin. “Now, where is this cantina?”

Carmen gives him the location along with the description of the bar’s sign depicting a man with horns engulfed in fiery red flames. “We’re meeting at seven, but maybe wait until eight to show up?” she suggests with a sly lilt of her hopeful voice.

“You got it!” he agrees with an excited grin. “Seeya then,” he promises before ending the call.

Dante slips his cellphone back into his pocket before revving Cavaliere’s engine with a determined twist of his wrists. Then, he bolts out of the station’s parking lot with an explosive roar, zipping through traffic at breakneck speeds towards Love Planet. He didn’t want to go there at first cos Moxie would needle him constantly. But now, that’s the only place with a working shower that welcomes him. He’ll gladly suffer the keen eyes of Moxie because all she’ll see is his enthusiasm to impress the Detective that entices him.

But this night of drinking and dancing isn’t just about feeling your body against his, and if all goes well…your lips pressed against his in a soul crushing kiss. He also wants to establish trust with you. After hearing all the juicy details from Moxie and the hints from Carmen…he’s never felt so close to someone in a long time.

He’s gotten a little taste of your fire…but he wants more.

So much more...

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mot-hesbian · 7 months

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A NEW Chapter of the I guess I'm sorry I killed Lily fic

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warnings:

Major Character Death

Rape/Non-Con

Underage

Categories:

F/F

F/M

Gen

M/M

Fandom:

Gossip Girl (TV 2007)

Relationships:

Rufus Humphrey/Lily van der Woodsen

Jenny Humphrey & Eric van der Woodsen

Rufus Humphrey & Eric van der Woodsen

Rufus Humphrey & Serena van der Woodsen

Rufus Humphrey & Dan Humphrey

Rufus Humphrey & Jenny Humphrey

Dan Humphrey & Jenny Humphrey & Eric van der Woodsen & Serena van der Woodsen

Serena van der Woodsen & Eric van der Woodsen

Dan Humphrey/Blair Waldorf

Nate Archibald/Dan Humphrey

Probably more to come - Relationship

Characters:

Lily van der Woodsen

Rufus Humphrey

Jenny Humphrey

Eric van der Woodsen

Serena van der Woodsen

Dan Humphrey

Blair Waldorf

Chuck Bass

Nate Archibald

William van der Woodsen

Jack Bass

Additional Tags:

so this happened

um...

murder mystery????? ig

Crime story - Freeform

I traumatized Jenny and Eric even more

Not Chuck Bass Friendly - Freeform

idk how to tag this properly

....I killed Lily....

I'm Sorry

Language:English

Hospitals are the worst place on Earth, Lily's gone, and Jenny is lost in her own mind.

#harlot writes #gossip girl #lily humphrey #lily van der woodsen #jenny humphrey #van der humphrey #gossip girl fic #anti chair #anti chuck bass

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 9 months

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#i needed a moment alone with those little slutty hip thrusts #so i thought i might as well gif it #am i giffing too much?#should i be writing?#is alex turner a harlot and a floozy?#the answer to all of those questions is yes #GOD #he's like a little demon #all he's missing is the devil horns #or bunny ears #either would look great #such a little little minx #alex turner #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #flow festival 2016 #miracle aligner

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 24 days

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Can I ask for an hsc in which Adam is betrayed by his third wife for the third time (reader)

How would Adam react if he found out about this? Would he give a damn and go to whores or despair?

Thanks you

OH MY GOD ☹️☹️☹️☹️my face when i was writing adam fluff and I saw this notif pop up in my ask box. i think this one might be shorter than anything I write and I apologize for that.

Third time is NOT the charm | Adam x Fem!Wife! Reader

relationship: romantic warnings: mentions of cheating, aruging and just kinda angsty

OHHH HE IS SO HEARTBROKEN

He already had some slight trust issues with you cheating in the past, never fully able to trust you again, so he followed you. Sue him, he wanted to make sure you weren’t seeing someone.

Then he saw you enter an apartment you had never been to before, only to come out way later in the day to you looking so disheveled. He may not be a genius, but he knows for sure that you slept with someone else.

he gave you chance after chance, and yet you went behind his back once again

it is at this point, that he truly thinks that all of his failed relationships are his fault, that all of his inadequacies outweigh his better qualities, and that he is truly unloveable.

I would think he would fall into despair. since he forgave you two previous times, I think he was really in love with you. When he loves, he loves hard, making this all the more painful for him.

He spends a good while mourning the relationship, the love, and just everything.

Outwardly, he becomes more bitter, more of a dick than ever before. Everyone in heaven already avoids him like the plague, especially since his reputation wasn't the best due to his…whole personality. Now everyone avoids him in fear of him snapping at them.

But inwardly? He is so insecure and just looking for someone to hold him. A part of him wants to crawl into your arms and curl up like a wounded animal. Hoping that you would tend to it with such care, love, and grace that you once gave him.

Cries and gets drunk to Lute, telling her everything (Lute may or may not be planning your murder)

Begins to overthink your relationship.

Did you ever love him? Did you ever care for him? Were you like this in your life or just to him? Why even stay with him? What did he do to deserve this? Sure he was a shitty person, but he wasn’t a half-bad husband. He had never cheated on any of his wives.

When he finds the courage to confront you, he is trying so hard to keep it together. He does well, up until you go into detail about why you did it.

Why? You just felt like it.

If it was with three different guys, it would hurt him, yes, but it would hurt him far less than if you told him it was with the same guy. It would uproot his entire being if he found out you slept with Lucifer (once or three times it doesn't matter)

If you did get with Lucifer, this breaks him fundamentally. He lost his first wife (unknown that Eve also slept with him) to that fucking devil and he got nothing for it each time. Just the feeling of betrayal and another wall around his already guarded heart.

He gets so angry at your nonchalance that he bursts for you to get out and that you both are getting a divorce.

If you don’t care about it, it would hurt him more. In his mind, it shows that you never loved him, truly for him.

If you care about the divorce, it makes him more angry. Where was this remorse when you cheated on him the first time? What about the second time? Why is it now coming up that he is ending things for good?

Overall not a win-win situation.

Post-divorce, he vows to himself to not get with anyone. Now he is more of a dick, more nasty, vulgar, and everything under the sun. The pain of your cheating already hurt him in so many more ways that he is emotionally stunted romantically.

If you tried to get back with him, to start over, he would laugh in your face and spit at you.

I WAS LITERALLY MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THE PREGANT READER FIC WHEN THIS ENTERED MY ASK BOG anon when i catch you when i catch you anon /lh also hope this is what u wanted anon :D

anywayss hope yall enjoyeedd hehe

#hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request #i didn't know we were HARLOTS #i was writing fluff and i saw this and my heart exploded #this ask tore me up im so sad

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shadow-schemer · 7 months

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The Black Rabbit Brotherhood judging my in-game actions:

#LIES OF P #IN THE CASE OF THE FANFICTION IM WRITING /P HAREM ROUTE #HEY IN THE CASE OF GNOSTIC MYTH PRUNIKOS /SOPHIAS MORTAL ALTER EGO/ IS CALLED THE HARLOT! I AM LORE ACCURATE!

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fangbangerghoul · 5 months

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Pick a song for each letter of your URL, and then tag that many people!

Thank you @seraaphiel for tagging me! ♥ I loooooove music challenges because I love music and sharing music! (I'm including links cause I'm extra)

LETS GOOOO

Faucet Failure - Ski Mask the Slump God Arrow to the Knee - Kiki Rockwell Naked - Courting Harlots Gravity - Tinashe Broken Clocks - SZA Alive - TRiDENT New Wage Slavery - End It Girl of the Year - Allie X Everlong - Foo Fighters Rain - Sleep Token Ghost in the Shell - Kiera Please Howling at the Moon - Phantogram Only God Forgives - Virgin Miri United in Grief - Kendrick Lamar Linger - The Cranberries

This was incredibly fun and I think one of the better music challenges! I definitely was forced to look through my whole library to find some of the letters and I loved it. I hope this will also introduce a new favorite song to someone because all these songs have special places in my heart!

I am tagging: @squidgeandsmidge, @spookyspecterino, @thatsgoodsquishy0, and @silurisanguine (if you were already tagged or dont want to thats fine!)

#ski mask the slump god #kiki rockwell #courting harlots #tinashe #sza #TRiDENT #End It #Allie X #Foo Fighters #Sleep Token #Kiera Please #phantogram #Virgin Miri #Kendrick Lama #the cranberries #fang writes to #fang listens #url music challenge

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bitchdafuqyousay · 2 months

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im bitching again

I'm once again trying to look through a piece of media's tag. n its fucking Clogged n Cluttered n Flooded with x reader shit. I'm specifically looking up a specific ship of two characters n I've seen more "this post contains blocked tags" than I've seen actual content of what I'm fucking looking for. plus, a lot of the shit isn't tagged right. so I've got __ x reader tags fucking blocked, but I'm still seeing it more than actual goddamn content cause instead of tagging it as x reader they're tagging the shit with the ship I'm looking for, they're tagging it __ x __ so it still fucking comes up. its annoying the actual fuck outta me like christ alive. terrorizing fandom tags n taking over actual fucking content

#look at my posts boy #I'm so goddamn tired of you all I'm so fuckin tired #I want to see actual content about the media not that little reader/yn fluttering about like a little harlot #fandom content #write what you want I guess but ffs I'm so tired of only seeing the same poorly written x reader smut stuff over n over again #I want to see shit about the actual media piece that's what I'm here for #hxh #jjk #atsv

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harlot-of-oblivion · 10 months

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The Devil’s In The Details

You try to give Dante and your budding desire for him the cold shoulder, but it proves to be more difficult than you thought as you continue the investigation.

It may have been almost a year since my last update, but I still haven't lost the drive to continue this fiery romance!

Hope you enjoy! 🌹🥰🌹

Chapter 9: Growing Attraction and Blessed Distractions

After a quick stop at your office, you finally leave the station with your partner hot on your heels. You head to your motorcycle but stop short as the hellish roar of Cavaliere blasts through the parking lot. Your eyes flicker over to see your helmet sitting just behind its seat. Huh…almost forgot I left it there. You ignore the spare helmet strapped to your bike and walk towards the much faster ride with an amused smirk.

“Hey again, handsome.”

Cavaliere answers you with an enthusiastic rev of its engine as you grab your helmet. Dante crosses his arms and looks down at the Devil Arm with an incredulous shake of his head. “Wow. Desperate much?”

“Jealous much?” you retort with a teasing quirk of your brow.

“Hell no,” he denies with a roll of his eyes as you put on your helmet. “So, where are we going?”

You swing your leg over the devilish motorcycle. “You’ll see.”

Dante uncrosses his arms as you settle in the front part of the seat. “Seriously? You’re hijacking my own ride?”

“Cavaliere doesn’t mind…right?”

The fiendish purr of its engine bursts into another hellish roar as you wrap your fingers around its handles. I’ll take that as a yes, you muse as Dante lets out a bewildered sigh.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters while taking a seat behind you. His arms encircle your waist before pulling you back into his warm embrace. “So, you really think you can handle my ride?”

You hear his suggestive whisper despite the loud engine and the helmet covering your ears. A sizzling chill runs up your spine as his broad and muscular chest presses against your back. The constant anger boiling in your gut bubbles with desire as you breathe in his smoky scent. And just the thought of a raunchy ride with your devilish partner…

“The rougher, the better.”

You didn’t mean to respond, but it just kind of slipped out. Oh no, hell no, fuck this! you fume, desperately squeezing the clutch as you shove him back with your shoulders. Cavaliere lurches forward with a boisterous growl, instantly zooming out of the parking lot as your mind speeds away from this infuriating attraction to him. But Dante tightens his arms around your waist as a deep and husky purr rumbles against your back, basically telling you that he knows there’s something between you two…which both annoys and excites you.

Lives don’t depend on you getting laid…so focus, dammit! you berate yourself as the sheer adrenaline of steering such a powerful Devil Arm drowns the desirous thoughts running through your head.

You zip through the streets towards the ruined outskirts of the city, paying no mind to how fast you’re going as you wonder what you’ll find at the scene. Your eyes flicker down at the speedometer…or where the speedometer should be. Instead, you meet the sparkling red eyes of the devilish face just below the wicked horns protruding above the handles. Its purple grin glows brighter as the guttural growl of the engine grows louder, and you get the sense that Cavaliere wants to go faster.

Okay, this is fucking weird. Never thought I’d be test driving a motorcycle with a mind of its own, you admit while your fingers twitch around the clutch. But I really shouldn’t-

Your hesitant thought comes to a halt as Dante slowly slides his hands down your waist. His fingers squeeze and stroke your hips, clearly trying to get a rise out of you despite racing through the streets. So fucking reckless…but two can play this game. You lean forward with a determined scowl, subtly shifting further back in your seat with a small wiggle of your hips. His thighs twitch as your ass brushes against his crotch, and you have to admit that teasing the most notorious devil hunter in the city feels pretty fucking good. But you ignore the sudden urge to drive him wild as you throw caution to the wind and release the full throttle of his monstrous ride with a smug smile.

Cavaliere bursts forth with a sudden jolt, and you swear you hear a sinister laugh coming from the fiendish growl of his engine. A rush of adrenaline sinks into your stomach as various cars and the buildings pass by in a dizzying blur. You chuckle softly as Dante digs his fingers into your hips, probably cursing under his breath or making some flirtatious quip. But you can’t hear a damn thing with the wind whistling over your head, undoubtedly keeping your partner at bay as your ponytail whips wildly in his face.

Finally…some peace and quiet, you muse while focusing on the road.

You zip through traffic lights and curve around streets in blessed silence. The buildings become more sparse the closer you get to the outskirts of the city. Some of the city has recovered quite well since that demon tree incident, but there are still some areas that have proved difficult to repair due to various reasons. The total annihilation of roads, massive mounds of crumbling buildings, stray demons, and gangs using some of the abandoned subway tunnels as hideouts has really done a number to this part of town.

So why the hell did an upper-class housewife come here? you wonder, already sketching this piece of the puzzling picture in your mind as you arrive at your destination.

You clutch the brake lever and skid to an impressive halt just outside the taped perimeter of the scene. The surrounding officers draw back in alarm, but they relax when you remove your helmet before flashing your badge. You calmly shake your head as Carmen rushes over with an excited flail of her arms.

“Whoa! Arriving in style, I see!”

Your lips curl into a fond smirk. “Good looking and fast as hell…absolute perfection,” you declare while patting the top of Cavaliere’s fiendish face, earning you a low guttural purr from his engine at your praise.

“Get a room, you two!” Dante quips with a disgusted groan as he hops off the bike.

You chuckle softly as Cavaliere revs his engine loudly in response. Carmen looks between you, Dante, and the devilish motorcycle with a quirked brow as you put your helmet down before hopping off with a confident huff.

“So, what do we have so far?” you ask while taking your notebook out of your coat pocket.

“Well, first and foremost…the cute lil pupper is safe!” she exclaims, hurriedly pointing towards an officer holding a trembling Yorkshire terrier. “A lil starved and hydrated, but still alive and barky as hell,” she adds with a relieved smile.

You open your notebook and write a quick update about the dog. “Is that how the car was found?”

“Yup! One of the construction workers over there heard the lil bugger yapping up a storm while on break,” she confirms while directing your gaze with a slight nod of head. You look over and see a group of guys in bright yellow vests talking with a couple of officers.

“We gotta get their statements. Think you can handle that?” you ask while turning to your partner.

Dante meets your stoic gaze with a playful smirk. “And let you have all the fun?”

“More like making sure you don’t fuck up any more evidence,” you reply with unimpressed quirk of your brow.

“You lick a sample of demonic venom one time…” he trails off with a disappointed shake of his head.

Carmen’s eyes widened in shock. “You did what?!”

“Just go and meet us past the tape when you’re done,” you demand with an annoyed grimace, totally ignoring the amused curve of his lips as he sidles up next to you.

“Alright, alright,” he murmurs with a defeated sigh before leaning down real close to your face. “Anything for you, Honeybee.”

I really hate that fucking nickname, you thought irritably as he gives you a charming wink before heading towards the group of construction workers.

Carmen looks in his direction before turning to you. “Did he really lick that icky stuff from the bodies?”

“Yes,” you reply, never turning your gaze from him. “But he was able to confirm that it was from a demon,” you disclose with a proud quirk of your lips.

“Hey! That’s great! Really gross…but great!” she exclaims with an enthusiastic smile before sweeping her hand towards the taped off area. “Well then, shall we?”

You turn to her and nod. “Lead the way.”

There’s one thing that can distract you from this insufferable attraction you have for your partner: some sleuthing at a crime scene. The flirtatious glances, the suggestive pickup lines, and the warm tingle on your skin from his body heat all fade away as you follow Carman past the tape. You take out your glasses and slip them on as you come upon the missing car, a white minivan with various stickers about dogs on the back windshield. It seems to be in good condition, no obvious signs of damage or flat tires, you note, taking in the scene while collecting your thoughts. You skim through your notebook before turning to Carmen with a determined flick of your head.

“What have we got here?”

“Besides animal abuse? Just an abandoned car holding a key piece of evidence!” she declares while picking up a large evidence bag. “Ta-da! The murder weapon!” she reveals with a proud smile. “I already dusted it for prints, and as you can see…”

Your eyes narrow as you inspect a hybrid golf club, instantly recognizing the deep reddish-brown stains splattered on its head as dried blood. You quickly sketch out this grisly piece of evidence in your notebook as you give Carmen an impressed smile.

“Good work, Sandiego.”

“Thanks, Quickdraw!” she beams with a soft giggle. “Still gotta run some tests on it to be sure, but I’m pretty confident that this is what beat Mr. Harmon all to hell!”

“Where did you find it?” you ask while turning your attention to the unassuming minivan.

“On the floor behind the passenger seat,” she informs as you flip to a blank page for your next sketch. “Lemme show you.”

You take out a pair of rubber gloves and slip them on as Carmen leads you to the unassuming minivan. She slides the back door open and points to the floorboard. “It was laying right here…just out in the open,” she comments as you poke your head inside for a closer look.

“Not even trying to hide it,” you murmur while taking in the interior of the car.

It appears like the average minivan of an upper-class housewife, utterly pristine with luxurious furnishing and leather seats. But you see past this illusion as the stench of dogshit and piss wafts out of the car. Your nose bristles at the foul smell as you look around before peeking over the front seats.

“Well, that’s gonna be a bitch to fix,” you quip wryly as while squinting at scratched claw marks littering the passenger seat.

Carmen laughs as you lean back out of the car. “Oh yeah! It’s gonna be paws-itively expensive!”

Your eyes roll at her terrible pun as you make a quick sketch of the van in your notebook before walking around to the driver’s side. “Did you happen to find the car key?” you inquire while opening the door.

“Yep! It was still in the ignition when we arrived at the scene.”

You quirk your brow as you carefully inspect the seat and floor for any feces or urine. “Were the doors locked?”

“Nope! It’s as if she just-”

“Didn’t give a damn about getting caught,” you finish while taking a seat in front of the wheel. “Was there still gas in the car?”

“Not sure,” she admits with a thoughtful frown. “It wasn’t running when we arrived, but we can check real quick!”

Carmen runs off and retrieves a ring of keys from an evidence bag before coming back with a helpful smile. The abundance of dog themed keychains and charms jingle softly as you take the keys. You find the correct key and insert it into the ignition before cranking the car back to life. Your eyes hone in on the fuel gauge as the dashboard lights up.

“Still plenty of gas in the tank,” you inform while opening your notebook. “And the check engine light isn’t on.”

“Which means…?” Carmen prompts with a curious squint of her eyes.

“It rules out the possibility that Mrs. Harmon left the car here due to a malfunction of some sort,” you explain while drawing a key, a gas tank, and an engine next to your sketch of the van. “She flees the scene with her dog and drops the murder weapon behind here like it’s no big deal,” you surmise, quickly tilting your head towards the backseat as you cross out each drawing. “Then, she abandons it all with no care in the world…but why here?” you wonder while looking out at the desolate ruins of the city.

“Maybe there was an underground dog show around here.”

Your head wipes around at the sound of Dante’s voice. Carmen shuffles to the side as he approaches with a friendly smile. “Whoa”, he murmurs while leaning into the car, instantly waving the air as the horrid smell of dogshit hits his nose. “Looks like someone had a ruff day in there.”

Carmen chuckles at his stupid pun as you tilt your head with an unimpressed grimace. “Did you get their statements?” you ask in a deadpan tone.

“I got it right here,” he replies while giving his temple a tap with his fingers.

“Really?” you snap, angrily turning the car key in the ignition before jerking it out. “You didn’t even wri-”

The subtle sound of something jostling below puts a pause on your irritated reprimand. You glance down and search around until spotting an object tucked away next to the seat.

Dante furrows his brow with interest. “What is it?”

“There’s something jammed in between the seat and armrest,” you explain while trying to dig it out with a soft grunt. “Can’t reach it though.”

Carmen moves closer as she reaches into her pocket. “Lemme see.”

You jump out of the seat and step to the side. Carmen takes out a pair of long tweezers and hops into the car. “Hmm,” she hums while slipping the tweezers in between the seat and armrest. She fiddles around with it for a moment before grunting in frustration.

“Can’t get a grip with my tweezers.”

You tap your pencil against your notebook in thought. “Can you push it down further under the seat?”

“Good thinking, Quickdraw!”

Carmen looks over her shoulder with an ecstatic grin as you reach for the back door. But Dante beats you to it, and slides it open for you with a dramatic bow and charming smile. You glare at him as you kneel down to the ground and lean in slightly to see under the front seat. Carmen checks to see if you’re in position before gently prodding the mysterious object with her tweezers, chewing her lip in concentration until it slips free with a soft clatter.

“There!” she announces with a soft cheer.

You carefully reach under the seat and grab the object before pulling it out for closer inspection. Your brows furrow as you behold the most intimidating syringe you’ve ever seen. The needle appears to be two inches longer than your standard syringe, and its thick metal barrel feels heavy in your hand as you show off this new piece of evidence.

Carmen’s eyes widen as she peeks around the front seat. “Holy shit…”

Dante tilts his head as he leans against the car door. “Not your normal syringe, I guess?”

“For horses, yeah! But not humans!” Carmen exclaims while gaping at the monstrous syringe.

You remain quiet as your meticulous gaze hones in on a small hexagon etched into the barrel of this unusual syringe. There’s definitely a connection here, you surmise while adding more detail to the picture in your mind.

Carmen frowns at your silence, but then gasps softly as she meets your contemplative gaze. “Ooh, wait a minute…do you think this-”

“Was used to inject Mr. Harmon with that demonic venom?” you finish as your thoughts churn at the implication of this new piece of evidence. “We won’t know ‘til we test it.”

“Or you could find out now,” Dante offers with a casual shrug.

You scowl at his suggestion as you rise to your feet. “Hell no.”

“Oh, c’mon on, Detective!” he pleads while meeting your stoic gaze. “How can I help you with my demonic expertise if you won’t let me use it?”

Carmen pokes her head out of the car. “He’s got a point.”

Your lips twist into an irksome frown as you turn towards Carmen. Her chipper smile instantly fades at the sight of frigid glare, but her entreating eyes makes you reconsider your partner’s offer with a begrudging sigh.

It would be stupid of me to not take advantage of his skills…even if it’s absolutely repulsive.

“Fine,” you relent while turning back to your partner. “But I’m not letting you ruin more evidence!”

You slide the plunger of the syringe out before handing it to Carmen. Then, you stick your finger into the barrel and twist it around, hopefully collecting enough of the unknown substance in there onto your rubber glove before taking it back out. You pass the barrel to Carmen as you examine your finger closely, readjusting your glasses with a satisfied grunt as you turn back to your partner.

Dante raises his brow as you present your finger to him with a resigned glower. His eyes flicker between your hand and your face as he straightens up to his full height. Then, he takes a step closer and grabs your wrist with a pleased smirk before glancing down at your gloved hand.

“Hmm…kinda looks like the venom,” he softly notes while bending down closer. You can feel the intense warmth of his hand radiating through your glove as he breathes in deeply. “And smells like it too,” he adds as his thumb rubs the inside of your palm.

Both of your eyes meet as he slips your finger between his scruffy lips. Your face remains composed, but you shiver slightly at the feel of his searing hot tongue lapping around your finger. His alluring gaze bores into you, flashing red with a devilish glint in his striking blue eyes. And even though you’re wearing a rubber glove, he still licks and strokes every inch of your finger with a muffled moan. Your face flushes a little, and at this point…you can’t tell if it’s from the budding desire for your partner or the crackling outrage at this shameless display in the middle of a crime scene!

“Alright, enough!” you bark while tearing your finger out of his eager mouth.

You glare up at him furiously as you rip the rubber glove off your hand with a disgusted scowl. And he has the nerve to act like he wasn’t trying to rile you up with his teasing tongue with a casual shrug. But the knowing smile on his scruffy face as he smacks his lips in thought doesn’t fool you. He knows damn well how close you are to shanking him for pulling such a stunt during an investigation!

“Well?” Carmen prompts behind you, completely oblivious to what just happened as she hops out of the car.

“Very sweet,” he discloses with a suggestive wink before looking over your head at Carmen. “And it’s definitely the same venom.”

“Oh, that’s so cool! Still pretty gross though,” she admits as you tear your other glove off with an aggravated huff.

Dante shrugs nonchalantly. “Eh, I’ve had worse!”

“Really?!”

You open your notebook and tune out their idle chatter as you reassess the case with this new bit of information. Your anger slowly subsides as you draw a syringe, swiftly scribbling a note about it being well hidden in the minivan…unlike the murder weapon. But why go through the trouble of hiding that instead of disposing of the most incriminating evidence? you wonder while flipping back to your morbid drawing of Mr. Harmon’s badly beaten body.

Does it have something to do with it being demonic venom? If so, then maybe whoever supplied her with it wouldn’t take kindly to it being involved in a murder.

The small black card with the yellow hexagon logo you found in the Harmon’s security box suddenly comes to mind. You flip to the page with your drawings of that investigation as all the pieces begin to align in a possible theory. The only place they could get their hands on something like that is the black market…plenty of dealings involving everything demonic there, you deduce while making a note to look into it later. Then, you flip back to your sketch of the minivan before turning your attention to Carmen.

“Were there any footprints when you arrived at the scene?”

Carmen immediately stops her frivolous banter with your partner as she meets your intense gaze. “Uh, no definite footprints here since…” she trails off while tapping the worn asphalt below with her foot. “But one of my boys mentioned that he thinks he found tracks by that subway entrance right over there.”

You glance up in the direction she’s pointing towards with a speculative squint. “If I was a murderous wife on the run…” you begin while pondering the actions of your prime suspect. “Fleeing to the ruinous parts of the city that connect to abandoned tunnels underground seems like a good way to elude the police.”

Dante sidles up beside you as he looks in the same direction. “Worth checking out, right?” he asks with an intrigued sparkle in his eyes.

“Damn right,” you agree, quickly closing your notebook with a determined snap before sliding it in your coat pocket.

Carmen between you two with a concerned frown. “Are ya sure? Anything could be down there: demons, drug dealers…hell, the subway tunnels could collapse if you’re not careful!”

“Sounds like a party to me!” Dante jests as he makes his way to the entrance of the subway.

“We can handle it, Sandiego,” you assure while taking off your glasses with a confident flick of your head. “Just keep everyone on standby just in case.”

Carmen nods as you follow behind your partner. “You got this, Quickdraw!”

You catch up to Dante as he approaches the tape barrier of the scene. He lifts it up and motions to you with a gentlemanly gesture. “Ready for some action, Honeybee?”

Your brows furrow at his charming theatrics as you step under the tape. “Only if it’ll get us closer to cracking this case.”

“All work and no play,” he complains with a disappointed sigh while following suit.

“Damn straight,” you reply with an annoyed huff as you walk towards the subway entrance. “Someone’s gotta be the brains of the operation.”

Dante clutches at his chest with a pained grunt. “Ooh, it stings so good!” he exclaims, swiftly rushing ahead before turning to you with a playful grin. “You never disappoint.”

He really has no shame, you observe with a slight smile. It’s actually kind of sexy.

You feel a pleasant flutter in the pit of your stomach at the unbidden thought. And you immediately berate yourself as you continue towards the subway entrance with a frustrated grimace. Dante chuckles softly at your grumpy response as he follows close behind, making your skin tingle with his sizzling body heat as you wrangle with these damn feelings.

But despite ignoring this growing attraction for your partner…it seems it won’t go down without a fight.

🔪❤️‍🔥🔪

#dante x reader #dante #devil may cry #dmc #detective reader #murder mystery #the devil's in the details #the plot thickens #and so does the tension 😏#feels so good to update this after long!#harlot writes

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aphrogeneias · 6 months

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you guys are gonna have to promise me that when i start posting the fic i'm currently brainstorming which the entire premise of it involves cheating on both sides you're not gonna send me hate and call me a harlot

#i am a harlot #but not because i'm writing about fictional cheating lmao #luiza.txt

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princelydisaster · 9 months

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I have the inexorable urge to rant about a character I’m obsessed with that much of the fandom hates

Anyway fuck it.

I understand that a lot of people dislike Charles Quigley (for good reason) but I keep getting burned by finding fanfics and posts tagged with the character that only feature him to make fun of him or something

Honestly if you are writing a fanfic in the Harlots ‘verse and don’t want to include him, there is no shame in writing him out. (Or any other character for that matter.)

Have a throwaway line where someone says he went to visit a friend for a month or something.

That could also introduce things like more tension because Lydia might be more stressed / worried about having her precious baby mid 30s boy out of the house. Maybe she’s more prone to lashing out. Maybe she’s distracted and her rivals like Margaret get more bold about taking action against her.

It introduces a lot of interesting things that could work for a number of fanfic plots.

…Okay that’s it for people who don’t want to include him in fanfics, I’m gonna discuss things I think could be explored in fanfic below.

Note that because this show has a lot of interconnected characters I also talk a lot about Lydia, Emily, and Nancy for some reason.

TW: discussions of abusive relationships, incest, sex trafficking, kidnapping, murder (stuff that’s in the show)

I’ve seen someone say before that Charles is one of the few straight male characters on the show who’s important because of his part in fleshing out female characters via relationships.

I can see that. I think the nature of the show means that he as a man - a passive one at that - wouldn’t get a lot of screen time.

The point about him being important relationship wise is really interesting. Tbh, the early-mid season 1 interactions between Emily and Lydia remind me of the trope of a dad running to chase away his daughter’s boyfriend with a shotgun.

There’s that gender flipped part where women aren’t usually given as much sexual agency in tv/film etc, but also I like that it’s not played off as a kinda quirky “overprotective” parent thing, but the show recognizes how toxic this dynamic is.

You can argue in the gun toting dad example it’s sometimes bc the daughter is underage, but still, there’s often that undercurrent of a parent being threatened by their child getting a romantic partner and “replacing” them.

This is a big part of the Lydia and Charles relationship imo. I would characterize it as a nuanced depiction of an emotionally abusive relationship with elements of covert / emotional incest.

Emotionally abusive because she tends to manipulate him - isolate him from others, like potential partners.

When she feels he “replaced” her by choosing Emily - she immediately replaces him with Charlotte, a surrogate daughter.

Note: covert incest is not actual, literal incest. I do Not think their relationship has an actual sexual / romantic component to it. (but idk if you think that would be interesting to explore in a fanfic, go right ahead.)

I’m referring to unhealthy parent/child relationships where the child is expected to take on a role similar to the parent’s spouse. Such as where the parent expects the child to comfort them emotionally (even from a young age), or to prioritize their relationship over other forms of relationships, like friendships or dating other people.

I can definitely see that, especially with Lydia’s line to Rasselas in season 2 after he talks about losing his partner to an unknown disease. He says something like “I lost my precious boy”.

And she says, “so did I”.

This is due to Lydia being self centered as fuck, sure, but remember how she reacted to Charles nearly dying of an OD because of Emily? She was nowhere near this mopey about it.

(Ofc she had to make sure he was safe but once he was in stable condition she immediately struck.)

In that case at least she could react with violence and use Emily to boost her own standing.

In the case of Charles moving out to live with her, she’s kinda screwed, her old methods of dealing with a situation by attacking others to her own benefit don’t work.

It’s not really actionable. She can’t just go after Emily at the moment.

Lydia is finally stuck having to deal with the idea that her son - who she’s made part of her identity, especially if it means she can say she’s a Good Mother so she’s winning at Patriarchy - maybe chose someone else over her. Or doesn’t want to be close to her anymore.

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Okay yeah I have talked about the relationships a lot but I could also talk about Charles himself.

Again, he’s a very passive character in a show about very active - or even aggressive - women.

I think his scenes in the show serve an important role of providing some levity or respite from the more intense drama (ie kidnapping, psychological torment, etc). It kinda breaks things up so you can fully digest how awful the other scenes are.

Not to say that he’s a totally innocent guy.

He’s still a shitty person, very self centered and privileged and willing to take advantage of others for his own desires.

I feel like sometimes I’m tipping the scales in his favor too much, as Charles is a morally grey character who likes to think he’s a good guy, but… it’s much easier for him to continue being awful or allow others to suffer for his benefit.

I think there’s a lot of interesting stuff at play with him, the ways Lydia’s parenting makes him see her as a role model and also a negative role model.

He starts off wanting to follow in her footsteps, to impress her. When Lydia starts intimidating Margaret for Emily coming to her, he backs up Lydia by remarking that Emily’s pretty bangable.

(Which is… kinda a stupid thing to add, but it still has an effect on Margaret, which is what they want.)

But once Charles starts to get into what it really means for Lydia to be a bawd - and him by extension - he doesn’t want to continue in the same way.

It’s not just, maybe he can keep Lydia from lashing out at the girls, or maybe if she does he can help them out by sneaking them food.

Once Emily nearly kills him via OD to escape, he doesn’t feel like going after her. Maybe he has a realization from that near death experience. Maybe he’s just too passive to want revenge. Maybe he knows that if he tried to get revenge Lydia would just take it to an eye for an eye levels of intense.

Maybe you could argue that he’s got some kind of guilt around what he did to Emily.

He seemed to almost have a moment of self awareness when (iirc) he told her he’d want to move out some place without Lydia, where she wouldn’t have to have sex with anyone… except him. Oops.

I think the relationship with Emily - because she’s a lot more pro active than he is, and she’s willing to talk back to him despite the power he has over her - forces him to realize his role in things.

And the development with the whole kidnapping people and giving them over to sadistic cultists to murder thing gets him firmly off Lydia’s side.

(Well, that and the line where iirc Nancy says something like “you can’t be on everyone’s side”.)

I think also there’s a lot that could be said about Nancy’s role in nudging him in the direction of a redemption arc in season. Maybe more like pushing him, idk.

Nancy is one of the only people who’s really patient enough to help Emily, even when she lashes out because she feels vulnerable.

She’s one of the first people who really treats Charles as an adult now that I think of it. Like even when Emily rocks the boat, she still plays into his childish side to keep his favor.

I think it’s largely because he’s the exact kind of guy Nancy is used to seeing - a rich dude who wants a dominant woman to take care of him and guide him - and the added history with his mother helps.

You could also argue that while Lydia fits patriarchal ideas of the ideal mother - being nurturing (unless you piss her off), delicate, feminine, lacking her own romance / sex life in lieu of caring for her child (usually) - Nancy is more like the reverse of all these traits, but she actually cares for and guides the people she takes under her wing.

When Emily lashes out at people she thinks are condescending to her, Lydia just doubles down on punishing her, but Nancy gives her the benefit of the doubt and offers her aid.

Was this post a Trojan horse for Nancy birch?? Maybe??

I think that the contrast is also interesting, with Nancy lacking all the conventionally feminine things that make Lydia appear to be a good person on the surface, but actually nurturing and wanting people to grow and providing good coping mechanisms and a shoulder to cry on. Often at the expense of herself.

(So basically Lydia is cloth mother and Nancy is wire mother? Yeah)

I realize I went way off the mark here but I think there’s a lot of potential in exploring the relationship between Charles and Nancy too.

Like he’s more used to seeing women who try to fit into social roles men place on them (whore, virgin, mother, crone etc archetypes) so seeing a goth butch lesbian who tells him to get his shit together… kinda breaks his brain.

It’s a really interesting dynamic I wish we saw more of.

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There’s a lot more I could say, and maybe will say at a later date, but I’m getting kinda tired of writing this post. I tried to focus on the stuff that was touched on in canon + my own interpretation of it. Or different ones you could run with.

If you got this far… thank you for reading! I give you a sugar pig (whatever that is) for your efforts

#princely squeaks #harlots on Hulu #Charles Quigley #Lydia Quigley #Nancy Birch #Emily Lacey #in the end??#why couldn’t I fixate on characters who have merch OTL I have to make my own or write long shit like this

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