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Fading Beneath Illusion AU

her job is to take him and his mafia down, but they become her family instead

SUMMARY In a world where loyalty is everything, Jackie Cross finds herself walking a dangerous tightrope between duty and deception. Drawn into the orbit of Quinn Hughes, a powerful and calculating mob boss, she quickly learns that survival means keeping her secrets close and her enemies even closer. However, as tensions rise and the lines between friend and foe blur, Jackie realizes that the biggest threat may not come from the shadows—but from the undeniable pull between them.

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Movie Scene - Trevor Zegras

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MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut — WARNINGS: hair pulling, sex scenes — SUMMARY: Trevor and you are watching a movie when a sex scene occurs. He looks down at you, pausing the movie and you find yourself being kissed by him, which leads to couch sex. — WORD COUNT: 1,99K — AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, let's just say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Z! OUR BIG BOY!!

The movie flickered on the screen, casting a soft glow over the dimly lit living room. You were curled up against Trevor, your head resting on his shoulder, comfortably tucked beneath the warmth of a shared blanket. It was late, and the weight of the day had melted away as the two of you lounged together.

Then, the scene shifted. The characters on screen moved closer, their breaths mingling, and suddenly, clothes started coming off. You stiffened slightly, heat creeping up your neck. Trevor noticed.

You felt the way his body tensed, the subtle shift of his head as he glanced down at you. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched you for a second longer than necessary. Then, with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, he grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.

You rolled your eyes, feigning nonchalance, but you didn’t move away. “It’s just a scene, Z.”

His smirk deepened, eyes flickering between yours. “Yeah, but now all I can think about is you.”

Before you could come up with a witty retort, his lips were on yours—firm, insistent. The kiss started slow, but the tension that’s been brewing suddenly snapped, and he was pulling you onto his lap, fingers digging into your waist as your hands slid into his hair.

The movie was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the heat between you, the way his hands roamed your figure, the way your bodies were pressed together.

Then, with a husky chuckle, Trevor muttered against your lips, “Think we just found something better to do than watch a movie.”

“I think so.” You muttered back, and teasingly grinned on his lap, already feeling his cock hardening, under you.

Trevor’s grip on your hips tightened as he guided your movements, a low groan escaping his throat. His lips trailed down the curve of your jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, voice husky against your skin.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt before slipping beneath it, your palms grazing over his warm skin. He sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing under your touch.

The forgotten movie cast flickering lights over the room, but the only thing you could focus on was the way Trevor’s hands roamed your body, exploring, teasing, and setting every nerve on fire. His mouth returned to yours, the kiss deeper now, more desperate.

You felt the hard press of him beneath you, his hips shifting instinctively. A smug smile ghosted your lips, but Trevor flipped you onto the couch before you could say anything, hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Still think it’s just a scene?” he teased, running his fingers down your side, making you shiver.

You arched into his touch, eyes locked with his, your breathing uneven. “I don’t know, Z—" you murmured, feigning thoughtfulness, “I think this might be a little better.”

His answering chuckle was low, dark. “Only a little?”

With that, he leaned down, capturing your lips again as the rest of the world melted away.

Trevor’s lips never left yours as he pressed you deeper into the couch, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips skimming over heated skin. His touch was slow, deliberate—teasing you just enough to make you want more.

You gasped when his mouth moved lower, kissing along your collarbone, his teeth grazing just enough to leave a mark. He chuckled at your reaction, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, tugging at the fabric. “Maybe you should stop talking and do something about it,” you challenged, your voice breathless.

His eyes darkened, that cocky smirk playing at his lips again. “Oh, I plan on it.”

With one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before returning his focus to you. His hands traced the hem of your top, pushing it up inch by inch, eyes locked on yours as if waiting for permission. When you lifted your arms, he took his time peeling it away, letting his gaze drink you in.

The tension between you was electric, the air thick with anticipation. His hands explored, mapping every inch of skin he could reach, his mouth following, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. When his fingers finally dipped lower, teasing at the waistband of your shorts, you shivered.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice softer now, searching your face for any hesitation.

Your response was immediate. “Yes.”

That was all he needed.

With a smirk and a final kiss, he hooked his fingers around the fabric, sliding it down as his lips followed, making sure you felt every single second of it.

As soon as your shorts were down, his lips pressed against your shin, in a soft, yet teasing kiss. He kissed his way up until he stopped right on the inner side of your thigh.  

His eyes would lock with yours, as his fingers moved your panties to the side before his lips moved to your already wet dripping pussy, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

Trevor’s lips ghosted over your skin, his movements unhurried—almost torturous. His hands slid up your thighs, fingers teasing, drawing shivers from your body. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark with hunger, watching every reaction, every hitch of your breath.

“You’re already trembling,” he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with amusement and desire. “So impatient.”

Your fingers curled into the couch, frustration building with every slow touch, every lingering kiss. “Trevor,” you breathed, a mix of plea and demand.

He grinned, clearly enjoying how easily he unraveled you, but he wasn’t cruel. His hands gripped your hips, and in the next breath, his lips followed, pressing against you with a reverence that sent heat flooding through you.

Your head fell back against the cushions, a shaky breath leaving your lips as he worked his way deeper into your senses, making it impossible to focus on anything but him. The world outside this moment no longer existed—only the warmth of his touch, the heat pooling in your stomach, and the way he knew exactly how to drive you crazy.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze again, his lips slightly swollen, his smirk utterly shameless. “I think,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “you should hold on tight.”

And then he gave you exactly what you wanted.

He pulled away only to pull down his pants, letting his dick free out.

Thick, and dripping with pre-cum.

He fists his cock, looking down at you as he jerks of. You looked up at him, with lust in your eyes, and just as you were about to touch yourself, he swatted your hands away with a disapproving look.

“No touching yourself. It is just my cock, that will touch your pussy and make you come.” He said, resting his cock, on your stomach.

“Okay,” You rasped out, squirming underneath him. “Do something, Z.”

Trevor leaned over you, his hands pressing into your hips, holding you steady beneath him. His body hovered just above yours, radiating heat, his breathing uneven as he took you in—your flushed skin, the way your chest rose and fell with anticipation.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough, full of something possessive. “So desperate for me.”

Your fingers curled into his arms, nails digging in slightly as you arched toward him, silently begging for more. His lips crashed against yours again—hungry, needy—before he pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice low, teasing but firm.

“I do,” you breathed, barely able to form the words. “I need you, Z.”

That was all he needed.

He shifted, positioning himself as his grip on you tightened. The first slow push made you gasp, your body adjusting to him, stretching around him as he groaned against your lips. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling, his forehead resting against yours.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice strained. “You feel so good.”

Your hands ran up his back, clinging to him as he started to move, his rhythm slow at first, controlled—like he wanted to make you feel every inch of him. Every drag, every snap of his hips sent a new wave of pleasure through you, building higher with each movement.

The room was filled with the sound of breathy moans and the faint echoes of the forgotten movie still playing in the background. The only thing that mattered now was the way he made you feel—the way he fit against you, inside you, as if you were made for this moment.

“Trevor,” you whimpered, nails raking over his back as he picked up his pace, the pleasure intensifying.

He groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve got you,” he promised, his thrusts growing deeper, more urgent. “Just let go.”

And with one final movement, you did—falling apart beneath him as he followed right after, his grip on you never loosening, as if he never wanted to let you go.

Trevor’s body remained pressed against yours, his weight grounding you in the best way. His breaths were heavy, still uneven as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing lazy kisses along your skin. Neither of you spoke right away, just basking in the warmth of each other, in the lingering electricity between you.

After a moment, he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush you, his fingers tracing absent patterns over your waist. His lips brushed your forehead before he met your gaze, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something softer.

“You good?” he murmured, voice still husky.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of his palm as he cupped your cheek. “Yeah,” you breathed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “More than good.”

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself, but instead of teasing, he leaned down and kissed you again—slow this time, filled with something deeper than just heat. When he pulled away, his thumb brushed over your lips, his eyes searching yours as if memorizing every little detail.

“Be right back,” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away.

You stretched across the couch as he disappeared down the hall, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of what just happened. A minute later, he returned—shirtless, hair an absolute mess, and holding a bottle of water and a warm towel.

“You’re such a dork,” you teased, watching as he knelt beside you and handed you the water first.

Trevor smirked. “Maybe, but I’m a dork who takes care of you.” He popped the cap open for you, then ran the towel over your skin with gentle care, his touch soft and reassuring.

Your heart squeezed at the tenderness in his actions. “Thanks,” you murmured.

“Of course,” he said easily, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before tossing the towel aside. Then, without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around both of you.

You settled against him, warm and safe, his hand running slow circles over your back. “Think we should finish the movie?” you mused sleepily.

Trevor chuckled, tucking you closer. “Doubt either of us was paying attention to it anyway,” he admitted, his lips brushing against your temple.

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest. “Yeah… I guess we got a little distracted.”

“Best distraction ever,” he murmured, and with that, the two of you drifted into comfortable silence—wrapped up in each other, exactly where you were meant to be.

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You Are My Type. End Of Story - Nico Hischier

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— WARNINGS: none just pure sweet content — SUMMARY: At a team event, a fan flirts with your boyfriend, and you assume he might be into them—after all, they’re conventionally attractive. But when he realizes you’re upset, he immediately shuts that insecurity down, pulling you into his arms and reminding you that he only has eyes for you. — WORD COUNT: 1,6K

“I can’t believe you are in the fourth month. You look so fucking gorgeous.” Nicole giggled when she looked down at your covered growing belly.

“Yeah, me neither,” You smiled at her, your hands touching your belly to caress it lightly. “I can’t wait to hold them.”

“When will you know the gender?” Nicole asked, waving her hand to move towards the table with food.

“Ah, probably on the next appointment.” You nodded and started to fill up your plate with the goods there. You really couldn’t wait to know if you would have a daughter or son, and you hoped Nico did too.

“Wow nice, I can imagine how excited you both have to be,” she waited for you to fill up your plate before you went to your table. “Anyway, where is Nico? Haven’t seen him for a while now.”

“Oh, I have no idea. Probably somewhere with Jack or Timo.” You said as you looked around searching for his figure among the hundreds of people.

“I am really sorry to interrupt you girls,” Jesper’s voice came from behind you and made you smile widely when you saw Nicole’s grin. “But I need to borrow my fiancée for a while.” He reached his hands towards her which she gladly took and stood up. Her eyes immediately snapped at me in quiet question if it was okay.

“Yeah, totally,” you smiled at him, genuinely, and put one of the appetizers in your mouth. “Oh just,” you swallow the piece of food in your mouth. “Do you know where Nico is?”

He looks around, his eyebrows furrowed together. “I think I saw him with some fans, he is right,” he yet again looks around, and a moment later his hand shoots up pointing in the direction where Nico is. “There.”

“Thank you. Enjoy.” You again smiled at them and kindly waved them off to enjoy their night.

With a small wave, Nicole took her plate and her purse and left hand in hand with Jesper.

You looked around, trying to find some familiar face in the crowd, but when your eyes landed on Nico, your breath caught in your throat.

He was standing around a poker table with Jack, Timo, and a girl by his side. Too close to your liking. Her hand was lying too close to his, their pinkies touching slightly as she openly flirted with him. And it kinda seemed like might enjoyed the flirting, because you haven’t seen him smile that much in a while, which hurt you.

He did not smile like this with you for a while, but you always said to yourself that he and the team were having a hard time. So, seeing him, laughing with a stranger makes you feel sad about it.

The girls say something to him, her hand touching his biceps. You noticed the look Jack gave the girl when he noticed the thing, but it looked like Nico didn’t mind. More like he enjoyed it.

You weren’t surprised. The girl looked like a model. She was tall, had blond shiny hair, slim waist that her red dress hugged perfectly. She had everything you didn’t. You were small, 5’4” to be exact, right now, being pregnant, you were curvier than before, and you had brown hair. You could see why Nico enjoyed her presence.

You took in a deep breath trying and pulled out your phone, trying to turn your attention somewhere else. That was until a high figure approached you. You looked up, smiling when you saw Luke’s familiar face.

“What are doing here so alone?” he asked and sat on the free chair in front of you.

“Eating, I guess.” You chuckled and scooted the plate closer to him, so he could get something. With a smile, he took on and put it in his mouth.

“Why aren’t you with Nico? Normally he can’t take his hands off you.”

“I think he is enjoying attention from his fans.” You pointed to Nico and the girl, who was laughing with him, her hand gripping his biceps.

“Oh,” he let out, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, your hand going to rest on your belly. “I am not surprised, he likes it.”

“Hey,” he scolds you, his head turning towards you. “Don’t think like this. He loves and adores you, and you know that.”

You just shrugged your shoulder, sighing quietly. You sipped from your juice, your ladder notifying you it is time.

You stand up, earning Luke’s attention.

“Where are you going?” he asked when you took your purse in your hand.

“Uh, on the toilet?” you said more like in question, laughing at his grimace when he realized that.

“Sorry.” He chuckled and shook his head at his stupid question.

“That’s okay. I’ll be right back.” You left the room waving at Nicole on the way.

Luke took this as his opportunity to go to Nico and speak with him, but when he finally got to him, it looked like Jack had the same idea.

“You are so stupid Neeks.” He hissed, in his ear quietly, so the girl on Nico’s left didn’t hear as she spoke with her friends.

Nico looked at Jack with confusion written all over his face, when he noticed Luke standing there too. “What did I do?

As soon as he said that Luke and Jack shared a glance before they tilted their heads and looked at the girl next to him. He followed their gaze, and it was just then that he finally noticed her hand wrapped around his biceps.

He quickly pulled his hand from her grip and started searching the room, for you.

“She is not here.” Luke sighed, his gaze on the game that was on the poker table.

“What?” Nico looked at him, confused and hoping he heard wrong.

“I said she’s not here.” He said again, waving his hand in a motion, that he was joining the game. He then looked up and noticed the panicking look on Nico’s face. “Calm down, she’s on the toilet,” he said, leaning against the table. “And just so you know, she saw you flirting with her.”

“I-I was not flirting…” he stopped when he realized, how it must have looked to you. “Fuck.” He cursed and quickly left the main room, to find you and talk to you.  

You entered the almost empty ladies’ room with a frown. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Nico, you knew he loved you, more than everything, but you also knew he had needs, needs you couldn’t fulfill in this state, so you didn’t really blame him for flirting, it just hurt.

You looked around the room and smiled at the woman washing her hands. You slipped into the cabin and sat down on the closed toilet seat.

You took in a deep breath trying to pull yourself together.

“Stop acting like a jealous bitch. He was just being nice.” You whispered to yourself. You sat there for another few minutes when you heard the door open, and a heavy breathing.

“Baby?” Nico’s voice sounded through the room. You furrowed your brows in confusion. “You here?”

“Yeah,” you said, tears forming in your eyes. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

“Could you come out, please?” you could hear a slight panic in his voice as he spoke.

You bit your lip hard, holding back the tears as you opened the doors and walked out, almost bumping into Nico’s hard chest.

Immediately he pulled you in a tight hug, as he breathed heavily. “I swear to God, baby! I was not flirting with that girl,” he murmured in your hair, pulling you away by your cheeks to look you in the eyes so you could see if he was lying. “I was just being nice. I didn’t notice her hand on mine. I love you so fucking much baby, I would never-”

“I know, you wouldn’t,” you shushed him, your hands moving up to his cheeks, his stubble scratching your palms. “It’s just… They could fulfill your need better than I right now.”

“No, they couldn’t,” he said right after you, shaking his head convincingly. “The only woman that can fulfill my needs is you and that is how it will be till I die.”

“And they were much more beautiful than I.” you ignored what he was saying. as your thoughts started spiraling.

“You are the only one babe! I swear to everything, you are the only person who will ever fulfill my needs, okay?” he grabbed you by your cheeks looking deeply into your eyes. “I love you, and only you. I would and never will cheat on you. How could I when you are the most gorgeous person,” he smirked, his hands running down your curves. “Look at you, pregnant with my baby, tits that perfectly fit into my palms. And the best ass I have ever seen. You are my type. End of story, baby.” His hands slide down to your ass squeezing it harshly.

“Nico!” you shrieked out, swatting his hands away from your ass. “Someone could walk in. Plus, you aren’t even supposed to be here.”

“Then let’s get back to boys.” He grabbed your hand and led you out of the ladies’ room.

“Ay, there you are. Missed you.” Jack shouted when he saw you walking their way.

“Missed you too.” You grinned, wrapping your arm around Nico’s waist as you stopped in front of the table.

You looked around the table, spotting the girl, that had her hands on your man a few moments ago, staring at you deadly. You just smiled at her and leaned into Nico’s body. He looked down at you, smiling widely as he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

You let out a sigh, mentally shaking your head at your behavior. Nico would never cheat on you and you knew that, he had so many occasions when he could and he never did, because his eyes see only you.

And that’s why you love him.

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Fading Beneath Illusion AU Basics

She makes a big first impression on the mafia, the first day she joins them

All the boys immediately fell in love with her.

Brook gives her the nickname Bullet because she’s better with guns than everyone in the mafia

Elias gives her the nickname Bambi, because of her big brown eyes, that stare into everyone's soul

Quinn is so annoyed by her presence, but secretly he enjoys her company

From the beginning Brock, Garland, and Elias ship the two of them

Every 2 weeks, she meets up with her FBI colleague to report what happened, but after 3 months of being part of the Canucks, she doesn’t report everything

She fell in love with the Canucks family, and it hurts her, that she is there to take them down.

After her two years undercover, she starts to think about, leaving the FBI

When Quinn and the Canucks find out about her being an FBI agent, they somehow understand her but are mad at her - Even though she’s not supposed to talk with any of them, after she’s blown up, she goes to their mansion, to tell them, that the FBI is attacking them

Their first kiss was a few months into her being a canuck, when she and Quinn had to attend a mafia event.

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J A C Q U E L I N E ♡ C R O S S

BIRTHDAY - January 12, 2000

FAMILY - She is the oldest child of four. She has two brothers, Aaron and Joe, and a sister Becka. Her family lives in Seattle, Oregon. Studied at FBI Academy and was the best in her class. She had only a few boyfriends. Every time, she visits her family she goes on a girly date with her sister, and then on a date with her brother for the football field, training with them. Her dad and she would go for a ride in her old 1967 Chevrolet Camaro and she and mom would go shopping. Her dad is the head chef of BAU in Seattle and her mom works as a hairdresser. Her two brothers are studying and playing football at the University of Washington in Seattle and her sister is still at high school.

CAREER - FBI agent in undercover  

NICKNAMES - Ava Brooks – her undercover name, Jackie, J, Eline – her family, Bambi – Elias, Bullet – Brock, Sunshine - Quinn

PAST - She was a happy, extroverted child, she made friends wherever she came. She was among the favourite and popular people in high school and later at the Academy. She studied at the FBI National Academy Associates, Inc. in Virginia. She was the best in her year, which allowed her to graduate a year earlier, immediately getting a position in the FBI in Seattle. Two years ago, she was assigned to work as an undercover cop in the Vancouver Mafia. Even though it is not in the FBI's jurisdiction, CSIS asked for help, and she was sent as one of the best people in the FBI.

FUN FACTS/BASICS - As a young teenage girl, she loved crime shows on TV, and they have stayed with her until now. One time, when they were working on an investigation, she wasn’t paying attention and walked into glass doors – her colleagues won’t let her live that. She is afraid of onions.

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J A C Q U E L I N E ♡ C R O S S

BIRTHDAY - January 12, 2000

FAMILY - She is the oldest child of four. She has two brothers, Aaron and Joe, and a sister Becka. Her family lives in Seattle, Oregon. Studied at FBI Academy and was the best in her class. She had only a few boyfriends. Every time, she visits her family she goes on a girly date with her sister, and then on a date with her brother for the football field, training with them. Her dad and she would go for a ride in her old 1967 Chevrolet Camaro and she and mom would go shopping. Her dad is the head chef of BAU in Seattle and her mom works as a hairdresser. Her two brothers are studying and playing football at the University of Washington in Seattle and her sister is still at high school.

CAREER - FBI agent in undercover  

NICKNAMES - Ava Brooks – her undercover name, Jackie, J, Eline – her family, Bambi – Elias, Bullet – Brock, Sunshine - Quinn

PAST - She was a happy, extroverted child, she made friends wherever she came. She was among the favourite and popular people in high school and later at the Academy. She studied at the FBI National Academy Associates, Inc. in Virginia. She was the best in her year, which allowed her to graduate a year earlier, immediately getting a position in the FBI in Seattle. Two years ago, she was assigned to work as an undercover cop in the Vancouver Mafia. Even though it is not in the FBI's jurisdiction, CSIS asked for help, and she was sent as one of the best people in the FBI.

FUN FACTS/BASICS - As a young teenage girl, she loved crime shows on TV, and they have stayed with her until now. One time, when they were working on an investigation, she wasn’t paying attention and walked into glass doors – her colleagues won’t let her live that. She is afraid of onions.

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Fading Beneath Illusion AU Basics

She makes a big first impression on the mafia, the first day she joins them

All the boys immediately fell in love with her.

Brook gives her the nickname Bullet because she’s better with guns than everyone in the mafia

Elias gives her the nickname Bambi, because of her big brown eyes, that stare into everyone's soul

Quinn is so annoyed by her presence, but secretly he enjoys her company

From the beginning Brock, Garland, and Elias ship the two of them

Every 2 weeks, she meets up with her FBI colleague to report what happened, but after 3 months of being part of the Canucks, she doesn’t report everything

She fell in love with the Canucks family, and it hurts her, that she is there to take them down.

After her two years undercover, she starts to think about, leaving the FBI

When Quinn and the Canucks find out about her being an FBI agent, they somehow understand her but are mad at her - Even though she’s not supposed to talk with any of them, after she’s blown up, she goes to their mansion, to tell them, that the FBI is attacking them

Their first kiss was a few months into her being a canuck, when she and Quinn had to attend a mafia event.

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Okay so quick info for the new AU.

I am finished with the basics and the FMC!! Which I will post today, so if you have any questions or thoughts, my inbox is free!!

I already started writing the first fic so I hope it will be out soon!