#captain hadley

[angstycrow-chan]

When no one's making a sinking town for your fandom so you make it urself:

[megmel]

I've always imagined Byron Hadley doing this move.. definitely his style.🫦

[pedroam-bang]

The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

“Fear can hold you prisoner, hope can set you free”

[felliebrock]

I literally CANNOT get over how much I need Captain Hadley from the Shawshank Redemption. “He is a bully,” no he is not🙄🙄. I’m in love with young Clancy Brown. Please send help.

[tkotnhk]

Captain Hadley collection 2 & other COs

[nunystuff]

I’m obsessed with The Shawshank Redemption

Help

[petitcroc]

[daddy-clancy666]

First glances- Captain Hadley x reader (part 1)

Note: (this is a high-security prison for all genders. You were born in 1899 and this takes place in 1937. You are 38 around the same age as Clancy in the film) The first drop off of female prisoners was already settled into Shawshank, however, later that day another van arrives with a highly dangerous female prisoner.

"I hereby sentence you to 30 years with a chance of parole. Guards take her away."

Those words had confirmed that the law system was completely corrupted. I was innocent, I knew that. No one seemed to care that there was a large amount of evidence that pinned the crime on my husband, but because I was a female they didn't trust my statement. I think that he paid the courts to say that I was guilty so that he could run off with his mistress and my daughter.

I was placed in the prison van, my hands bound to my waist. Hairs began to fall into my eyes as the van started down the rubble pathway. The beauty of the countryside had always stunned me, even though I knew where this path would lead. I was quite familiar with Shawshank prison as my grandfather was a prisoner when I was younger (around 1912).

We began to slow down. I was aware that I was nearing my last moments of peace in the outside world. Driving into the courtyard was petrifying. Hundreds of men were clinging to the wired fence. An extremely tall guard directed the vehicle into the small courtyard.

The door unlatched and I was dragged out. He shoved me through the crowds of men until we reached a sizable room.

"Eyes front" the guard yelled into my ear. It was not until he moved from the side of my body that I was able to get a good look at him. His eyes were a stunning blue, his hair slightly messy from being placed underneath his cap and his body, oh that uniform fitted him well. I straightened my body as the warden strolled around the corner and I could swear that the guard's eyes wandered down my body, bitting his lips whilst doing so.

The warden began to explain to me that captain Hadley would be the one who would 'look after' me along with some rules that all prisoners needed to follow. After this small talk, I was taken into a small room with the captain. "You need to take them off," he said gesturing to my clothes, "then head down the cage until you reach the end." I nodded in response, turning around so that I could change

I tried to get the zip on the back of my dress but I couldn't reach."Oh fuck," I whispered, "captain, is there anyone that could help me unzip my dress?" He told me no. "oh, well I need some help if you don't mind sir..." turning around so that my back faced him.

I could feel his hands slowly roam my back to try and find the bloody zip. When it was finally located, one hand gripped the top of my dress, his hand against the flesh on my back, while the other was unzipping it. Once it was unzipped, his hands lingered for a little while longer before he quickly stepped back coughing lowly, exiting before I could thank him. I finished removing my clothes before walking along the cage, holding my breasts and covering my vagina as best as I could.

A blast of water and some lice powder later, I was trudging through the male cell blocks, getting catcalled as I walked along. Disgusting terms howling from them. The tears began to build up my tear ducts. I knew that as soon as I entered the cell I would break down. Captain Hadley could sense the something was wrong. "Shut the fuck up the lot of you or I will fucking make each of you" moving behind me to try and cover up my bare backside. The gesture was quite sweet.

Not long later we had reached the cell blocks. "This is your cell. Get in and get dressed we don't need any more of what happened back there to continue. I will stand outside to cover the bars." I let the corners of my mouth twitch slightly.

When I finished dressing, I informed him that I was done so that he could leave. As he turned to leave, I whispered, "thank you for that sir." His head slightly turned around, informing me that he had heard me.

-time skip a few months into jail time, movie night-

I never went down to watch the film with the rest of the prisoners, instead, I sat in my cell and writing letters to my daughter, reading through the letters that she sent me back last week. Tears began to fill up my eyes. My head lowered onto the desk so that I could cry into my arm.

(y/f/n), what are you doing up here? All prisoners are supposed to be downstairs watching the film." I knew it was Byron he was the only one who said my first name while speaking to me. "Are you ok?"

"oh Byron no I am not alright," I said letting him into my cell. I sat down on my bed, moving my chair for him to sit on. "This place is starting to feel like home but yet I have never felt so alone in my life. You are the only person who at least speaks to me. I know it is your job but you shouldn't have to." My eyes began to fill up again. I stood again walking over to the picture of my daughter. "She is out there with a murderer. I just want her to see that he is the one that should be in here. I didn't do anything." I turn to him again. " I know that you aren't supposed to have an opinion on this stuff, but I want you to tell me if you think I did it."

His eyes began to widen. "i-i- um, I don't think that you murdered her (y/n). your such a sweet girl that I don't think that you could have cold-heartedly killed that person." He was directly behind me now. His hands falling back to where they were when he unzipped my dress. The sudden motion shocked me slightly making me turn around. 

“Byron?” I whispered noticing the space that was between us. He hummed in response. “what are you doi--”I was cut off by his lips being placed onto mine. His hand pulling me into the kiss. 

He pulled away slightly after. “(y/n), shit I am so sorry. it's just that I can't stop thinking about you or your body or your voice. It haunts my sleep. I think that I should go.” he practically ran out of my cell that night.

TO BE CONTINUED~