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âset up for failureâ
A Misunderstanding? (dark!11 x reader)
Summary: It was all just a simple misunderstanding. Right?
Author's Note: I just couldn't help but make this a dark fic! I think 11 really leans well into being a darker doctor
Warnings: false imprisonment, dark fic
You put your head in your hands and rested your elbows on the table. How could this have happened to you? This couldnât be happening. Stuff like this only happened in TV shows, never real life. Then again, your real life couldâve been a TV show.
You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You had an alibi. You were out in London, one of the most heavily CCTV-ed cities in the world. You were bound to be picked up on a camera or ten. You looked up sharply when the door to the room opened. You froze when a familiar person walked in.
âDoctor?â
Twisted version of the wrongly arrested prompt.
Batman interning Jason into Arkham despite he not being mad. (Jason was a killer, didnât mean he didnât know what he was doing.)
Always thought putting him in the same place as the Joker was torture, a tragedy of the worst kind.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Chester's harmless," Wild Bill Hickok says. "What's he going to do? Try to fight it out with me?" Then he laughs.
In which Matt is sentenced to hang for a crime he didn't commit, and underestimating Chester is a fatal error.
My first Whumptober story! Super excited to start sharing some of these pieces!
It's all lies.
Whumptober: Day Three!
BAU!team x reader.
Tw: Wrongfully imprisoned, feelings of betrayal
Word count : 1.4k
Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober Day 3
wrongfully arrested | "I warned you" / Favorite Scent
They didn't know how they'd gotten here.
It had all been a mistake. Just someone in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Was this an error, somehow? Had they slipped through the cracks of some system, or was this a possible case of mistaken identity?
Right now, it didn't matter. No one was coming to save them. They couldn't call for help, because their phone had been kicked across the floor by their captor.
No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE
Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."
price x f!reader | fantasy/horror au Series Overview: You end up stuck in a town you can't leave with one of the men responsible for your imprisonment. Oh and there's monsters that come out each night. Wordcount: 800 Things to note: no use of y/n, false imprisonment, enemies to lovers, reader is in a swiftly failing marriage (briefly alluded to) a/n: Ok, ok. I'm trying something here, some of the whumptober prompts will be connected. This is going to turn in to supernatural horror, the setting is based off the show From. For now, you and Price are enemies!
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Whumptober Day 3
Prompto swallowed blood, landing on his hands and knees onto the hard concrete. He heard the kick before he felt it slam into his ribs. He curled up as best he could to protect himself. To his surprise, no other kicks followed. Just the clang of steel as the bars slammed into place.Â
âThatâll teach you Niffs to go wandering around where youâre not wanted.â The copâs voice dripped with contempt. âA night on our hospitality will teach you to stay in your place.â
Prompto uncurled and pushed himself into a sitting position. He licked his torn lip and grimaced. âYou canât keep me here, I wasnât doing anything wrong.â
The cop smirked. âA punk like you hanging around the homes of upstanding Insomnians? No way you werenât up to something.â
Prompto rubbed the side of his face that wasnât bruised. That was the last time he tried that shortcut home. Heâd stayed late playing games with Noct and lost track of time.Â
The plus side of this was his dad was going to be pissed off enough at the bigoted cop whoâd dragged him in under false pretenses that he might escape getting in trouble for staying out too late. Maybe.Â
He wrapped his arms around himself in a bid to keep warm and settled down to wait. If the cop hadnât been quite as much of an asshole, he might have warned him, but at this point, he deserved what was coming to him.
Sure enough, a half hour later, his dad slammed through the door. Heâd have enjoyed watching the cops panic more if he wasnât so sore. They all straightened up, one of them spilling his coffee in the process.
âMarshal! What are you doing here?âÂ
Prompto had to give it to him. the asshole had guts.
Cor shot the asshole cop a glare that would have cowed most Crownsguard. âIâm here to retrieve my son. Under what charges have you detained him?â
The cop went satisfyingly pale, turning to look at Prompto.
Prompto stood up and brushed himself off. âA Niff like me had to be up to something â his words.â
Corâs glare got even icier.
âI- Thereâs just been some kind of misunderstanding. Iâll just release him into your custody.â He fumbled for key on his key ring.
Cor didnât say anything more as Prompto was let out of the cell. He put a hand on Promptoâs shoulder and guided him out, making sure to make eye contact with everyone on their way out.
Someone was getting an official reprimand, at the very least.
Cold comfort after the rough treatment, but Prompto would take it. Especially if it distracted his dad from wondering what he was doing out at this time of night by himself.