#Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader

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circumstances of succumbency [kinktober 2023: bath/shower]

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Summary: You and Magnus get stranded on the road while working a case and sought shelter at an inn that only had one room left. And one bed.

Pairing: older!Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, kindly exit stage left I'll only ask nicely once); unprotected p in v sex; slight mention to masturbation/wankst; language; Magnus is her superior/boss so there's a bit of a power dynamic going on [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; mutual pining; one bed only trope; translations in the Author's Notes

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): When Magnus says "I won't have you apologizing", the smut starts. Proceed with caution.

"We're not going to be of any use to this case sleep-deprived and dragging this car through a snowstorm, Y/L/N. We should find some shelter and start fresh in the morning, and hopefully the weather will be a bit more agreeable."

Those were the famous last words that hammered in several nails to your coffin. You were still about an hour's drive away from the residence of a person of interest in your current case, but with the current state of the weather, you were more likely to get stranded in the middle of the road with a broken down engine than actually make it to your destination if you two stubbornly kept on your drive.

That was how you two ended up at a cozy little inn, the lady at the front desk shamelessly checking out Detective Superintendent Martinsson while she tried to book two rooms for you. A disappointed scowl painted her face as she told you both that there was only one room left for the night. With one bed.

Of course this happens, you grumbled internally. One room, one bed, one horny Y/N.

He tried to be a gentleman and offered you the bed, clearly uncomfortable with the whole arrangement as well. But after you both realized that there was no other furniture that the towering older man could somehow pretzel-fold himself into and sleep in for the night, you simply agreed that you'd pick a side of the bed and put the entire situation out of your minds come morning.

You distinctly remembered putting a considerable effort to count sheep and make your mind shut off despite the biting cold, slipping into slumber a shivering curled up heap on your side of the bed, one wrong move away from falling off and flopping onto the hard wood floor. So why was it that when you opened your eyes, the morning sun barely shining through the heavy clouds, you were deceptively comfortable and warm, with an arm wrapped around you and holding you against the lean and muscular body of the man that had been invading your most vivid scandalous dreams on a nightly basis?

This isn't happening this isn't happening, you tried to tell yourself, trying not to lean in to his warm embrace despite every cell in your body literally screaming to do exactly that. You're still dreaming, Y/N, it's time to wake up. He shuffled even closer to you, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and let out a sigh that sounded like he was almost…contented. The feel had you putting your fist to your mouth and biting down on your skin to refrain from making a sound.

Much as this was exactly where you fantasized about being when you were in the safety of your own home, you knew you had to squirm out of his sleep-laden embrace. You slipped your hand into his and tried to guide his arm up and away from your waist, only to have him reflexively pull out of your hold and go right back to holding you, shuffling even closer and letting out a whining sound as if he was bargaining to stay asleep for a few more minutes.

Before you could try again, you froze in his embrace when you felt his lips press a kiss to the back of your neck, followed by a near-reverent whisper of your name. You bit harder into your skin in a desperate attempt to hold back a moan as he kept on kissing a trail to your shoulder in lazy movements, obviously being guided by his sleep-adled brain.

Which had a little voice in your head screaming the question: If he was moving and talking the way he did because of his dream, then why did he say your name?

You didn't give yourself the time to mull it over, not willing to risk staying a second longer and having him wake up and have the sight of his disgust and shame seared into your memory. As fast as you could manage, you lifted his arm off you and rolled away from him, situating yourself again on the very edge of the bed and pretending that sleep still had its hooks in you.

Despite having slept in a bed that wasn't his own partnered with the undue stress of being stranded by means of a rather nasty snowstorm, Magnus had slept rather peacefully through the night. He was blessed with a rather blissful dream where by some miracle you didn't turn him away after he'd confessed his feelings for you. You even returned them.

And before you two headed off for work, he held you in bed and got to rouse you from your sleep with teasing kisses to your neck. The dream had felt so real that the image might stay with him to keep him company in the cold nights to come after closing this case with you.

When he woke in your shared room at the inn and saw you curled up at the edge of the bed, he wanted nothing more than to turn that dream into reality and pull you into his embrace. He was only stopped by the dreadful thought of how you could possibly react to such intimacy.

Probably with a right hook, a resignation letter, and a sexual harassment lawsuit in that order, you idiotic knob, he hissed at himself, sighing as he shrugged the covers off him and decided to check if the roads were clear enough to resume driving in a few hours.

He walked around the bed and couldn't resist the urge to take his covers and drape them over your own after seeing how you visibly shivered in your sleep. You let out an unintelligible sound while he was tucking the covers around you. "I'm up, I'm up," you mumbled, shifting around groggily.

"We don't have to leave yet," he spoke softly, doing his best not to wake you fully. "Just gonna check if it's safe to go back on the road." He moved your hair away from your face, a warmth spreading through his body upon seeing how serene you seemed in sleep. "You can rest a little while longer, sweet girl."

You let out a long exhale, a tiny contented smile playing at the corner of your mouth when you relaxed and leaned into his touch. He couldn't resist the urge to hold you just so for a few moments longer, nor the urge to press the lightest kiss between your brows before he stood and walked out of the room.

Mercifully the roads seemed much clearer and you two could probably resume your drive and your investigation in a few hours. Before that, though, he needed to go for a run. And hopefully keep all those intrusive thoughts of returning to your room and giving into his desires at bay. Sleeping in the same bed with you had blurred the lines of your relationship so dangerously that it took everything in him to remind himself that you deserved so much better than to have him shatter your trust in him by taking advantage of you and this situation.

"She deserves better than this. Better than you," he grumbled as he walked to his car to take out his running shoes.

With every pound of his feet on the pavement he tried to put it out of his mind the image of just how beautiful and peaceful you looked in bed. Tried to beat into submission the urge to crawl back under the covers next to you and roll the dice. The fantasy that perhaps if he pressed his body to yours your response would be to settle into his embrace. To press back.

Before he knew it three laps around the property turned into five. Then seven. Then ten. At the end of the tenth lap, Magnus somehow convinced himself that the distance he'd covered had placed a physical distance between him and the taunting image of you sleeping on the bed you two had shared last night.

He figured as well that enough time had passed and perhaps you'd woken up of your own accord, and you'd be alert and ready to get back on the road with him and get closer to cracking open the investigation.

There were two things that Magnus noticed once he'd returned to your shared room. First, you were out of bed, which only gave him the most temporary relief from the fantasies that were taunting him ever since he made the most foolish mistake of agreeing with you that you were both grown adults that could handle sharing a bed for the night while you were stranded.

The relief didn't last long because second, he heard the shower running. And now he struggled to even breathe knowing that mere feet away behind that closed bathroom door, you were naked and wet. And he wanted nothing more than to peel off the sweat-soaked layers of clothing on him and bring his daydreams to life.

"Stay where you are, Martinsson. If you give in, you'll lose her forever. Not to mention your badge," he grumbled to himself, burying his face his hands trying to put the mental image of what you might have looked like on the other side of the door well out of his mind.

That was until he heard a sound that seared itself into the darkest recesses of his most vivid fantasies. Whimpers that echoed off the tiles escaping through the bathroom door, followed by what sounded like a filthy variation of the talks he'd once heard you give yourself in the locker room before some of your more intimidating interrogations.

"Fuck's sake, Y/N, either think of someone other than Magnus Martinsson and get it over with so you can actually face him when you get back to the fucking car, or give up and turn the bloody shower on cold."

The air left Magnus' lungs once he heard the frustration that laced your tone. The words unraveling his restraint once it reached his ears. If knowing that you were on the other side of the door touching yourself already had his sanity and restraint hanging by a final thread, the realization that he was the subject of your fantasies snipped at that thread with the sharpest, most ostentatious shears known to man.

He never rushed to take his clothes off so fast in his life.

As soon as you heard Magnus step out of the room you rushed to the shower, trying your damnedest to get the vivid horny daydreams out of your system before he returned. You got close the first time, but then your mind wandered to how his lips felt on your skin when he kissed your neck. And then how those same soft lips kissed your forehead before he left the room.

And with every attempt it was like that elusive climax slinked away farther and farther, taunting you that the only way you could actually get to it was if you surrendered to the fact that the only way was letting the fantasy that starred the devastatingly attractive older man play out in your mind.

Screw it, it's no use, you told yourself, closing your fingers around the lever to turn the shower into its coldest setting.

Before you could change the temperature, a large hand closed around yours, fingers deftly prying yours away from the lever. Your body froze at the feel of another, equally naked body pressing against your back.

You couldn't help the shiver that ran through you when Magnus whispered your name, tracing his fingers up your spine and across your shoulder. Fuck, why was he doing this? you screamed inwardly. It was a bad enough situation why is he making it worse?

"Look, I'll stay in the back and I won't make a sound," you choked out, barely audible over the sound of the water. "You'll have my badge on your desk the moment we get back--"

"You will do no such thing." His words came out husked, laced with a combination of conviction and desperation that you couldn't rationalize for the life of you. "Turn around, sweet girl. Look at me."

You could feel your entire body tremble and shiver despite the hot water coming down, your knees shaking with every shuffling step you took to face him, not even sure where to look once you have. Ultimately you decided to shut your eyes, refusing to look anywhere for fear that your eyes might travel too far South.

"Magnus I'm sor--"

"Shh shh, darling." He tilted your chin upward. "Look at me, please. Let me see those beguiling eyes of yours." His thumb gently pressed on your quivering lips, tracing along your bottom lip until he coaxed you into a pout. You took a breath before opening your eyes, gasping when you caught sight of a soft smile on his face, looking at you with a gleam in his eyes that had your knees shaking even more. "There you are, sweet girl," he rasped, before leaning in and giving you a soft, tentative kiss.

You let out a whimper once he pulled away, causing him to let out a guttural sound before he pulled you flush against him. His erection pressed against your stomach, warm and pulsing on your skin.

"I won't have you apologizing," he told you huskily, hands traveling down your sides, squeezing your hips for a moment before stopping at the backs of your thighs. "And I won't have you resigning, either." He smirked at the little squeak that came out of you when your feet left the tiled floor, pressing you against the wall. "I won't have any of that talk from those perfect lips of yours."

He captured your lips with his in a kiss that stole your breath away, letting out a guttural sound against your mouth when your fingers weaved into his dampening curls. Your other hand dug into his shoulder as if holding on to any last remaining shred of your sanity while he maneuvered you so that your hips were lined up. "Magnus what're you--Oh f-f-fuck," you whimpered, your body shuddering in his hold as you felt him brushing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, teasing your entrance.

"The only thing I will have from now on, sweet girl, is you." His lips latched on to a spot between your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he slid into you in a single smooth motion, your walls more than slickened enough from your failed attempts just minutes ago to bring yourself to climax. "Fullkomlighet," he whispered into your neck. "Du känner dig som himlen."

The sounds of your combined moans filled the room as he moved in you, first in slow, measured thrusts and gradually getting more frantic until the sounds of your pleasure were cut through with the sharp wet snap as your hips met. Your mind in such a haze that you hadn't realized how close you were to the release you'd been chasing earlier until his hand went back down to where your bodies were connected, fingers quickly finding and flicking hurriedly at the underside of your clit.

"Magnus!"

"Let go. I need to feel you coming apart around me. Just let go with me. I've got you, min kärlek."

He muffled your high pitched screams slanting his mouth over yours, deliciously groaning into your mouth when your tongues met in a desperate tangle. His hand curled around the back of your neck, keeping you from breaking the kiss while your body completely weakened and surrendered to your climax.

The sound of the shower knob turning broke through your haze. "Hmm?" Your unarticulated question quickly turned into a squeal muffled by his mouth when he shifted his hold on you, his length still hard. Still throbbing. And still inside you.

He began to walk you out of the bathroom. He smirked against your lips when you began to whimper, every step he took making you bounce slightly on his cock.

It was only once he had you laid out under him at the center of the bed that he broke the kiss, giving you a soft peck and a nip at your bottom lip before pulling away, his face hovering a few inches above yours. "Breathe, min kärlek." He moved your hands above your head, capturing both your wrists in one large hand and pinning them down to the mattress. "We'll leave and get back on the road in a few hours."

Magnus started moving in you again, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss when you arched your back off the bed, feeling every ridge of him sliding against your walls. "Wait, Magnus what do you mean--"

"I'm going to need a little more time with you before I can even think of getting back in that car and enduring the rest of the day without touching you, sweet girl." He let out a sinful moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "And then when we finally finish this case, you're coming home with me. From now on you're mine, min kärlek. Are we clear?"

Your answer caused him to snap his hips into yours. "Yes, Sir."

A/N: I've finally finished this piece and hopefully I can bang out (pun absolutely intended) another one this week for Conrad. Yes, I know October's done, but the initial goal stories aren't yet. And the stretch goal stories, as promised, are definitely still coming.

And while we're on the subject of biting off more than I can chew, I've made the decision to join NaNoWriMo again this year, so let's see if I can meet that bonkers goal of 50k words 🫡

Hope y'all liked this piece of older!Magnus spice 😏 Please do prepare yourselves for the next piece, 'slow & soft' with James Conrad because at the moment that is a chonky boi with 4k words…and I've only just gotten to the smutty bits.

Translations: Fullkomlighet – Perfection Du känner dig som himlen. – You feel like Heaven min kärlek – my love

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Hello bestie I am back with another request 👀🎉

Magnus crushing on a barista and a robber coming into the coffee shop and him coming to her rescue 🥹👀

Knight With Curls and Blue Eyes

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: Magnus has a crush on you - a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you...

Warnings: police things, guns, bit of violence, blood? robbery of a coffee shop, fluuuuff!

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: Since I'm going to go on holidays on Tuesday and therefore won't be as active for a few days, I thought I'm giving y'all a bit of Magnus to read. 😊

That oneshot was SO much fun to write! 🥰 Magnus, our sweet little meow meow. 🥹 Hope y'all like it - especially you, bestie @muddyorbsblr ! I think you are probably in need of a bit Magnus fluff at the moment. 😉🥺

Also, please go easy on me, guys. I haven't written for Magnus that much yet. I hope it's good, though. 🥺

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"Do you really think this is the best strategy?" Magnus asked his colleague, as he looked through the binocular; gaze undoubtedly directed out of the car window and focused on the small seaside cottage. His question stayed unanswered, causing him to frown and peel his eyes away from the object in his hands. "Kurt?"

Looking over at the driver seat of the detective's black Volvo, Magnus noticed that said detective had fallen asleep. Unable to suppress a small laugh, "Kurt. Hey, Kurt." the young policeman gently hit the older man's arm, causing him to literally wake with a start. Alarmed, Kurt looked around; anticipating the worst. "What is it?! Did you see something?!" The man with the curly haired mane on his head chuckled. "No, it's nothing. You fell asleep. I just thought I should wake you up." Kurt groaned; running a hand over his face. "Dear god, Martinsson..." Magnus rubbed his neck; "Sorry." smiling uptight. "But hey, I told you to get more sleep!" "I'm trying! It's just not that easy..."

A strange atmosphere spread throughout the car after the experienced man's words. Magnus knew what Kurt was talking about. The last years hadn't been easy and not always kind to him. It also caused silence to fall over them; both policemen just staring out of the windows and observing their main suspects cottage - until Magnus decided to 'break the ice' again.

"You up for some coffee? I feel like we could both use one, eh?" Kurt's gaze fell on the younger man again; a small smile tugging at his lips. He nodded; starting the engine of the car. "This is the first reasonable thing you're saying today, Magnus," Kurt remarked; teasing his colleague. Magnus just shook his head with a smile.

No ten minutes later, Kurt pulled up the car bedside the cosy, little coffee shop, which wasn't far from Ystad's småbåtshamn - and the police station. It was the go-to coffee shop for the policemen and women. Nobody knew why, it just became some kind of tradition. A habit.

The detective stopped the car and turned off the engine, before he nodded at his colleague. "You know how I drink my coffee." Magnus blinked; pointing at himself. "You want me to get the coffee?" "You suggested it. Besides, I'm the driver." A groan left the curly haired man's lips. "But I'm always doing the coffee run..." Not without reason, Kurt stated in his head. Instead of saying what was on his mind, though, he just shrugged his shoulders; trying desperately to hide a smile. "Well, I guess you're the chosen one."

"Fine," Magnus grumbled underneath his breath and unbuckled his seat belt, before he got out of the car and crossed the road to enter the coffee shop.

Kurt, who stayed seated in the car, had a victorious smile displayed on his face. He knew exactly what he had done. After all, it was no secret throughout the - meanwhile whole police station, that the young policeman had a massive crush on the cute and extraordinarily kind barista, who worked in that very coffee shop. Magnus was very bad at hiding it. Let's put it that way. Everybody noticed, but Magnus didn't notice that they had noticed. He may have been aware of the crush he had, but that his colleagues always send him on the coffee run because of that hadn't occurred in his mind yet.

Feeling his hands already getting sweaty - like every time when he looked through the big window pane and saw her standing behind the counter, he wiped his palms off on the dark blue fabric of his jeans. Tucking his white shirt properly back inside his jeans after and giving himself a short once-over, Magnus stepped through the glass door. The little bell above the door announced his presence. Usually, the so popular coffee shop was very crowded; filled to the brim with people, but not in that very moment. Well, it was late in the morning and the most Swedes were at work. He stepped closer; watched with a soft smile how you handed a steaming mug on a tray to an elderly woman.

"Varsågod, fru Olsson." The woman smiled; taking the small tray with a slightly shaking hand. "Tack så mycket, min kära." You smiled brightly. "Ni är hjärtligt välkomna. Njut av ditt te." The woman stepped away then, passing by the young policeman. "God morgon," Magnus greeted the woman; tipping his head with a smile. He may be of a younger generation, but he still had manners. The woman looked at him with a smile, "God morgon, unge man." and passed him by to sit onto one of the comfortable benches. The man watched her for a moment, before he turned his attention towards the counter. Towards you.

You already greeted him with that sweet smile; causing the curly haired policeman's knees to go weak. You recognised him of course by now. He was a regular customer. "Oh god morgon, herr polisman," you said in a cheerful, happy voice. You never failed to make Magnus smile. Always a ray of sunshine. It made his heart skip a beat. "What can I get you today? The usual, or something different?"

Magnus just stared into your breathtakingly beautiful face for a moment; noticing how your Y/E/C eyes sparkled with joy as you spoke. Your hair was bound together as always. You wore your black apron as always, but you didn't wear a white blouse underneath today - like he noticed. Your blouse was a soft, light blue. Oh fuck, he thought; catching himself staring. I'm in so deep.

"H-Hey, um, god morgon, I..." He stammered; losing his composure for a moment. "No. Not the usual today, I'm afraid." Magnus quickly tried to turn the corner; giving you a dazzling smile. "I'm on patrol with my colleague, so... It's just the two of us." "Ahh, I see," she said; wiping her hands off on the apron. "Well, your wish is my command." The policeman couldn't help but smile again. "One black coffee please and-" "One coffee with cream and two sugars, right?" You chimed in; interrupting him and already went to work. Magnus just blinked at you. She remembers how I like my coffee... She remembers!

You saw his distraught face; immediately thinking that you did something wrong. Clearly it was disrespectful to interrupt the sweet and kind policeman with the untamed, blonde-brown curls. "I shouldn't have interrupted you. I'm so sorry, I-" "No!" Magnus jumped in on an instant. "No... It's alright. I'm just stunned that you remember." He admitted with a soft chuckle; cheeks turning red. Your body relaxed again. "Well, I always remember, Mr. Martinsson. You come here very often, you know." That was true. "Well, yeah, I... My colleagues always condemn me to do the coffee run..." You giggled - it was like music in Magnus's ears; "I noticed." and placed two cups of coffee on the counter in front of him. "One black coffee and one coffee with cream and two sugars to go." He smiled, paid and took the cups in his big, veiny hands. "Thank you." You mirrored his smile. "You're welcome. Enjoy the coffee and have a great day." "Thanks. You too." With his eyes still lingering on you, Magnus turned to leave and almost ran against the door, because he couldn't tear his gaze apart from you. He noticed it in the last second, though, before it was too late. You hadn't seen any of it, because you were already busy with the next customer's order. Cursing under his breath, he made his way out of the coffee shop and back to the car.

After handing Kurt his cup of black coffee through the opened window, he rounded the car and got in the vehicle. "What took you so long?" Magnus shrugged; taking a sip. "Had to wait."

Kurt answered nothing; started the engine instead and drove off - smirking. Something that slipped Magnus notice. Unbeknownst to him, Kurt had witnessed everything...

"No, I think we can't exclude Svensson," Kurt stated; looking at his team. They were all seated in the small conference room. It was late in the evening. Everybody sat on a chair around the big, quadratic table; except for Magnus. He was leaning against a desk; arms crossed.

"But he has a watertight alibi, Kurt," countered Ann-Britt - another detective. "Yes, but his motives are clear and I don't trust this. I'm going to-" The loud ringing of a telephone cut suddenly through the air; interrupting the older man. "Magnus, telephone," Kurt said; looking at his younger colleague and sending him - like so often, to pick up the call. With a sigh and internally rolling his eyes; the curly haired man made his way to the desk on which the ringing telephone was located, while the others kept on discussing.

"Ystad Police, Magnus Martinsson."

"H-Hello? I-I need h-help."

Magnus's face fell; facial expressions derailing. He knew that voice. He'd recognise it everywhere. It was hushed and quiet, but it was undoubtedly yours. It sent a jolt through his heart.

"Okay, stay calm. Tell me what happened." The young man tried to stay calm as well - which wasn't exactly easy, given the fact that his crush was on the phone - and obviously in danger.

"I-I closed the s-shop a-and went to... to the backroom to do a f-few things, b-but-" Your voice became silent.

Unbeknownst to Magnus, you sat huddled in the little broom closet inside the coffee shop; shaking like a leaf in the wind - and now holding your breath, since you heard steps. And they got closer.

"Y/N?!" The worried policeman's voice brought you back. "S-Someone's here. I-I can't t-talk."

Magnus thought so. He had quickly connected the dots and was already grabbing his jacket. "Okay, Y/N, listen to me... Try to stay calm. We're on the way." "O-Okay," he heard your quiet, but ragged and shaky voice through the phone; causing his heart to clench.

The young policeman quickly hung up, slipped in his jacket and ran back towards the conference room; interrupting his colleagues. "We have to go! There's a robbery going on!" Not hesitating for another minute, Magnus checked on his gun and grabbed the car keys. He was already marching off to the door, when Kurt came running after him. "Magnus! Magnus wait!" The curly haired man stopped in his tracks; turning to face the older man. "Where? Where is a robbery going on and what is even happening here?" "The coffee shop."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"The coffee shop?" "Yes. Y/N was on the phone. She needs help. I have to go." With that sentence, Magnus's already obvious crush became even more obvious. Now Kurt knew for sure - and before he could answer something, his colleague had already walked off again. Kurt cursed underneath his breath and followed him again. "Damn it, Martinsson!" He yelled after him; catching just so up to Magnus. "Have you forgotten everything you learned?! You can't act so headless now, only to play the knight in shining armour!" The experience policeman placed a hand on his younger colleague's shoulder; holding him back once again.

"If we are really dealing with a robbery here, we have to act careful. Not headless. I know you want to save her - and we will, but we do it right. Okay?" Magnus's breathing was quick and unsteady; adrenaline flooding his veins, but he nodded. "Okay."

So, they did.

About ten minutes later, Magnus, Kurt and quite a few other policemen were ready to storm the coffee shop. Now dressed in a bulletproof vest and gun in hands, the curly haired man stood pressed against the wall beside the backdoor of the shop. His heart was beating fast; as if it had to win a marathon.

Not that he didn't do all this before, but... This was different.

Exchanging a nod with Nils - his colleague, they quietly entered the shop through the backdoor. Taking step after step; Magnus's breathing quickened. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Lurking around the corner, inside the only room down that little hallway, Magnus saw a man. Dressed in all black. A mask over his head. He was rummaging through a little box with one hand. The other was outstretched; holding a gun and- The young man's eyes widened. It was pointed towards you. You sat on a chair; hands nestled in your lap. Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously. You were visibly afraid and tried hard to make not a single sound or god forbid, cry.

"Damnit," Magnus whispered quietly under his breath. He wanted to storm that room right then and there, but he knew better. He knew he should do as he was 'taught'. So, he kept looking out for any signal Kurt - who was entering the shop from the other side, could be giving him. And when he saw it, everything happened so fast...

Gun ready to shoot, the policeman stormed the room; followed by his colleagues. "Polisen!" Magnus shouted; pointing his gun at the man - who was visibly shocked and surprised that he was caught. "Släpp vapnet!"

The robber froze for a moment, but then the realisation kicked in - and he loaded his gun; pointing it straight to your head. "Försvinn, annars skjuter jag henne!" Yelled the man back; stepping dangerously closer to you. Magnus clenched his jaw; hearing you wince and watching how the first tears escaped the corners of your eyes. He was losing his patience.

"Jag sa släpp vapnet," he snarled. The robber didn't move a muscle - and Magnus lost it; too afraid that something might happen to the woman he harboured feeling for since such a long time. Everybody seemed to hold their breaths. You, Kurt, the other policemen - except Magnus. He was high on adrenaline. High on emotion. Nobody had seen the young man act like that before. Not even Kurt. So they were all stunned.

"Nu!" Magnus shouted - in vain. He saw the man's finger twitch against the trigger - but Magnus was faster and shot the man in his left leg, before he could shoot you. Crying out in pain, the criminal sunk to the floor.

While Kurt and two other men dragged the wincing man off the floor and walked him off, the curly haired man literally threw his weapon away and stumbled towards your side; checking in on you immediately. "Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?!" You were still shaking and crying; the shock was profound. The policeman squatted down in front of you; worried blue eyes looking into your Y/E/C. "Hey..." He spoke softly. You began to nod slowly. "Y-Yeah, I think so. I-I'm just-" "Shocked. I know." Magnus finished your sentence. His oceanic blues calmed you down; functioned like an endless pool of calmness in which you could drown in.

"Do you want me to get an ambulance, to check on you? Or should I call somebody?" You shook your head. "I... I could go to my p-parents." Magnus nodded; thinking that it was a good idea. You shouldn't be alone tonight. Of course, he'd gladly volunteer to stay with you and look after you, but... No, no. That would most likely be crossing the line. "I-I don't want t-to be alone tonight." You whispered; wiping a stray tear away. "Yes, you shouldn't... I can give you a lift home?" Glassy, red eyes were meeting his once more. Ugh, how he'd love to hug you right now. "Y-You would do that?" Cuddle up in bed with you, pull you against his chest and tell you that everything is going to be alright, because he's here to protect you. He'd always be. "Sure." Magnus gentlemanly helped you stand up and escorted you towards the door. "Kurt, I-" The older man was standing beside his car; typing away on his phone. When he heard his colleague calling out his name and saw what was going on, he nodded, "Of course, Martinsson." and interrupted him with a smile. Magnus knew that look on Kurt's face and had a hard time to stop himself from blushing.

He opened the passenger door of his police car for you to sit inside, before he rounded the vehicle to join you and driving you home - or well... To your parent's home.

Arrived there, he parked the car and killed the engine. "There we are." The light was still on inside the little, cosy looking Swedish house.

"Thank you," your soft voice was urging to his ears once more and when he turned his head to look at you, he saw nothing but pure thankfulness and relief in your face. "For driving me home a-and especially for saving me. You are definitely my knight in shining armour now, herr polisman." During the car ride, you had visibly calmed down. Sure, you were still troubled after what had just happened, but it was better now; being in the safety of the sweet and kind policeman.

Magnus had again a hard time to not blush. This time because of your words. "Magnus. My name is Magnus." Magnus... You couldn't help but smile a little. Handsome name for a handsome man.

Magnus, telling you his name reminded you of something... "How... How did you know my name?" The curly haired man chuckled softly beside you; hands fumbling nervously in his lap. "Well... I, I heard your name being called the first time when I walked into the coffee shop and I, um, I couldn't forget it - you since then..." This time, he couldn't stop his cheeks from turning pink.

Your eyes widened. "Oh, really?" Magnus nodded; awkwardly. "Uh.Huh." And you? You just smiled; tucking a loose strand behind your ear. "Well, Magnus..." The way you rolled his name off your tongue send a shiver down his spine. It sounded so right. "We should go, eat something together sometime." His heartbeat immediately sped up when he heard that. "Is... Is that... Are you asking me out for a date?" Your smile widened. "Perhaps..."

Translation:

småbåtshamn – marina

Varsågod, fru Olsson. – There you go, Mrs. Olsson.

Tack så mycket, min kära. – Thank you very much, my dear.

Ni är hjärtligt välkomna. Njut av ditt te. – You are most welcome. Enjoy your tea.

God morgon (unge man). – Good morning (young man).

herr polisman – officer

polisen – police

(Jag sa) släpp vapnet – (I said) drop that gun!

Försvinn, annars skjuter jag henne! – Piss off, or I'm going to shoot her!

Nu! – Now!

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-03-08

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Magnus Martinsson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ���︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ After Hours by glxssylaufey • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day at the office, you and your boyfriend Magnus return home. Not wanting to interrupt your relaxation, Magnus helps himself to relieve the stresses of the day."

✑ Bunnies in the Rain￨Prt. II by villainousshakespeare • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When your car breaks down on the drive back from a court appearance in another jurisdiction, you and Magnus […]

✑ Confessions of a Drunk Detective by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F〕 •

Summary: A few hours after responding to a drunken disturbance, Magnus shows up at your flat, absolutely smashed and causing a disturbance of his own.

✑ Evidence by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: Things get heated in the evidence room of Ystad police station.

✑ Knight with Curls and Blue Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Magnus has a crush on you—a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you..."

✑ Maintain Our Cover by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities [in order to maintain your cover]. [However,] you didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him."

✑ Reckless Girl￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you didn't show up for your date with Magnus, the last place he thought he'd find you was inside the Ystad police station…in a holding cell."

✑ Should We Tell Them? by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You've been engaging in a secret relationship with your coworker Magnus for the last few months. The same day that he started hinting at perhaps letting the team know, anonymous gifts and notes begin to appear at your desk."

✑ Stuck on You by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[Kurt volunteers you and Magnus] to demonstrate a new type of handcuffs. When the locking mechanism malfunctions, the two of you are forced to share a bed for the night until a replacement key is shipped."

✑ Trapped by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "You [had] a huge crush on Magnus since starting at the station. [However,] he is oblivious to all your attempts at flirting. [What happens when] the two of you are stuck staking at a warehouse [hoping to apprehend] some traffickers, [but] Instead, you get stuck in a room with no hope of escape."  

✑ What Could Go Wrong? by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The unit audit is killing Magnus. He isn't sleeping, ... causing him to fall asleep at work and forget things, like his date with you. [Moreover,] his attempts to make amends [Keep ending] in disaster."

✑ A Hidden God by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ A Spark by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •

✑ Adrenaline by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Get Rid of Me that Easy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Daddy's Home by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Do It for Her by the--blackdahlia • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Drinks on Me by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Finish What You Started by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Girl Next Door, the by just-the-hiddles • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Just Grab My A** by just-the-hiddles • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Life Saver by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Memories by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Sick Day by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Silver Lining by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Sleep on It by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Use Your Words by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Magnus would include… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[lokiforever]

Hello my darlings, this is to let you all know that I'd be taking requests from now on. 💚🖤💚

✨Characters I'd write for:

👉🏻Loki

👉🏻Tom Hiddleston

👉🏻James Conrad

👉🏻Magnus Martinson

👉🏻Johnathan Pine

👉🏻Robert Liang

👉🏻Thomas Sharpe

(And other of Tom's characters )

✨I'd also try to write for

👉🏻Bucky Barnes

👉🏻Peter Parker

👉🏻Steve Rogers

👉🏻❤️ Natasha ( AS A FRIEND. Cuz I love her and she'd definitely be my best friend if I was there)

Nope, I don't like romantically love anyone of the second list. All as a friend. But what's the harm in writing for you guys? Both characters and Actors. 😉💚

A/N: The requests may take some time so please bear with me 💚

Tagging some people who might be interested...

@holdmytesseract @eleniblue @foxherder @wolfsmom1 @lotsoflokilove23 @dishahaldar

[loki-cees-all]

Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist

Other Character Masterlists Here - Cee's Magnus Martinsson Fic Masterlist / Cee's James Conrad Fic Masterlist

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Against All Odds Masterlist {On-Going} - TVA!Loki x Female Reader / Hurt-Comfort / Angst / Smut / Strangers to Lovers

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One-Shot Collections {Loki x Reader}

A series of Reader-Insert one-shots where you and Loki both take care of each other.

Grief - Prince!Loki x Female Reader / Fluff, Hurt-Comfort / 5k words

Blessings - Prince!Loki x Female Reader / Hurt-Comfort, Smut / 3.4k words

Protection - Prince!Loki x Female Reader / Hurt-Comfort, Smut / 4.9k words

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A series of Reader-Insert one-shots where you and Loki play some kinky games.

Keeping Score - TVA!Loki x Female Reader / Smut / 2.2k words

Some Things Are Easier to Say in the Dark - Avengers!Loki x Female Reader / Smut / 6.2k words

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Drabbles / True One-Shots

Space Oddity - Avengers!Loki x Female Reader / Smut, Fluff / 10k words

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The Distraction - Avengers!Loki x Avengers!Reader / Angst, Fluff / 1.5k words

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[liminalpebble]

Liminalpebble’s Masterlist Library

Sex and Death (Masterlist)

A Wallander fanfic (Magnus Martinsson x Original Female Character)

Synopsis: Detective Magnus Martinsson and Noura Harik (a forensic linguist) are racing to find an enigmatic serial killer before he sets his sights on one of their own, but when Harik reaches a breaking point with the temperamental Inspector Wallander, everything changes.  

A/N: Magnus Martinsson x OFC, slow burn to smut, murder and violence (from the killer, not our protagonists), Minors DNI

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Violet (Masterlist)

 Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) x Original Female Character  

Summary: The solitary Reverend Ransome leaves the empty nest of his home in Essex, beginning his life as a professor in London. His expectation of a contemplative religious life as a pious widower is complicated by an odd and alluring foreign student, Violetta Vespero. How can the conflicted vicar keep his gaze and worship skyward with such delicious temptations before him on Earth?

CW: Sacrilege all over the place, slow Burn to smut, angst, multi-parter, probably pretty historically inaccurate. Minors DNI

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The Refugee (Masterlist)

AU Loki x Original Female Character (COMPLETE)

Summary: In a timeline where Loki, the prodigal prince of Asgard, struck out to establish his vast and powerful Laufeyson Empire, he stumbles upon Lenora, a refugee scarred by his bloodshed. One of the few surviving Morhari, she is captured and forced to use her considerable intelligence in service to the fearful warlord who destroyed her nation and her life. Will the peasant turned captive asset find her way to freedom and her own power, and will the cruel and scheming god of mischief discover that he can be more than a villain?

CW: Non/dubious consent. slow burn to eventual smut. violence and torture. Loki is very unambiguously bad, morally complex but bad, and does bad things.18+ readers only.  

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Eddie's Education (Masterlist)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Original Female Character

Summary: 15 years after the events in the upside-down and Eddie's unlikely survival, he's still left with scars and an uneventful life working at his uncle's garage and as a part-time bartender. Although he planned to get out of Hawkins like a bat out of hell, he's still there and feeling stuck. At Uncle Wayne's suggestion, Eddie goes to night school to finally get his GED. Little does Eddie know that his life is about to get a lot more interesting when he meets his tutor, Leia, and realizes staying in Hawkins might not be so bad after all.

A/N: Eddie Munson x OFC, slow burn to eventual smut, multi-parter. Cannon divergent. morbid subjects discussed. Eddie's a sweetheart, Eddie Lives! Minors DNI

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Stray (A Lokitty Tale)

(Complete!)

A/N: Hi all. This began as a prompt suggestion by @mischief2sarawr and has since grown three heads and answers to no one. It's now a multipart, very fluffy, story about Lokitty. I have no idea where I'm going with this except definitely to the comfort district of fluff town...maybe driving through a little traffic jam of angst on the way there.

Synopsis: It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved feline room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.

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Between the Lines (An AU Loki Story)

Summary: The exchange of concubines amongst the noble houses of Asgard is nothing new to the royal family, however, it is to Asgard's solitary younger prince. Since Loki had always openly declared the tradition barbaric and loathsome, he shocks the court to its core when he changes his mind.

The trickster had yet another surprise in store when he selected you, a librarian from a noble house to occupy his bed.

You're stunned, intimidated, even afraid, of the sly second prince, but you know as well as anyone that to deny a royal decree is to court death.

And so you go, only to find that this mysterious man is not at all what you expected.

Pairing: Femme reader x Loki Pre-Thor 1 AU

CW: Allusions to sexual slavery dubcon/noncon within the society. Power imbalance. Eventual smut with questionable consent. Minors DNI.

AN: This will be a multi-parter but not a particularly long one, so if I leave you hanging between chapters, I promise it won't be particularly long before it all comes together.

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Lock and Key: A Professor Pine Story (2 Parts)

Part 1

Part 2

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One Shots, Requests, and Short Works (coming soon)

I Left The Lights On For You (an Eddie Munson comfort fic)

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Love Letters From... (coming soon)

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Memes What I Made (coming soon)

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And finally, a special appearance of The Holy Order of the Sacred Mango's mascot, Mew Mew the Mango. 💚

[winterfrostlovetriangle]

Tagged by: Found this post from @yespolkadotkitty and decided to do it Rules:  tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog! Favorite color: Green or blue Currently reading: The Cat Who Could Read Backwards by Lilian Jackson Braun Last song:  How Not To - Dan + Shay Last series:  It might have been WandaVision - I was in the mood to watch it again Last movie: By The Light of The Silvery Moon Sweet, spicy, or savory:  Definitely sweet Coffee or tea: Tea, preferably iced tea Three ships:  Mary x Bash (Reign), Tony x Ziva, and Nat x Bruce First ever ship: Honestly, I can't remember. It might have been Lee Stetson and Amanda King (Scarecrow and Mrs. King) Currently working on: I am working on Chapter 5 of my Magnus Martinsson series, a few Loki fics, and a Black Widow x female reader fic. Favorite piece of clothing: My oversized blue hoodie Comfort food:  Mac and Cheese Favorite time of year: Late spring, early summer when it isn't too hot or too cold Favorite fanfiction: I have quite a few but here are some of my absolute favorite writers - @just-the-hiddles @kitkatd7 @mirclealignr @sserpente @myoxisbroken @buckysmischief @klmurr @angrythingstarlight

No pressure tags: @queenofchaos7 @mojofun @kitkatd7 @myraiswack and anyone else

[justthehiddleswrites]

Just Grab My Ass | Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader | March Magnus #1

 A/N: So the eyeliner thing is totally from my Magnus anon as I am sure other bits and pieces.  So you know who you are, huge credit to you.  Love you, Mags!

Request: by @catsladen​  

Undercover Magnus with another detective he has a crush on. They’re somewhere where they have to dance (club maybe) and his partner is trying to get him to relax so he doesn’t blow their cover. Some exchange like: “Magnus, I swear to God, PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY ASS!” Magnus sputters, awkwardly moving his hands until she gets frustrated with his hesitance and grabs his hands, planting them firmly on her ass and she grinds up on him and he has to keep from short-circuiting. I love awkward golden noodle boy Magnus 😂

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader

Summary: Magnus is consummate professional until a case requires you and him to go to a club.  And he has failed to mention his enormous crush on you. Well complicates things.

Warnings: implied smut, mentions of drugs, law enforcement.

Taglists are open! Let me know if you want to be added!  Thank you for reading!

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“Kurt, please, send someone else on this job.” Magnus begged. His pale skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. “I’ll do all your paperwork for a month. Answer the phone without complaining. Just please send someone else.”

Kurt stared at Magnus with a furrowed brow. “I thought you would love this assignment. A young guy like you at a club with…” Kurt’s eyes darted over towards where you were standing, laughing at something Svedberg said. “Does she know?”

Magnus blushed a deep shade of pink. “No, and if you tell her, Kurt—”

Wallander held up his hands. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Magnus’s shoulders relaxed and sighed deeply. “Great, so I will tell her that you are sending—”

“Oh you are still going on this assignment.”

“But—”

“You are the senior officer on this case and your schoolboy crush on your partner is not a good enough reason to pull you off of it.” Kurt slapped Magnus’s shoulder hard. “I suggest you pull yourself together and if that doesn’t work, try a cold shower.”

Magnus scowled at Kurt. “Not helpful.”

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You tugged at your skirt and top one more time before slamming your locker shut and heading out to meet Magnus to go to the club where the buy was going to happen.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked, leaning against the doorway to the men’s locker room.

“I’m not coming out!” Magnus yelled. “I look ridiculous.”

“I’m sure you look fine. If it makes you feel better, I look ridiculous as well.”

You overheard Magnus slam his locker shut, and his shoes dragging on the floor. He stepped out and the first word that came to your mind was not “ridiculous”.

Magnus kept fidgeting with his shirt, the four buttons at the top undone, revealing a swath of skin and chest hair. You licked your lips as your eyes lingered.

“Say something, please.” Magnus coaxed.

You blinked back to whatever place you were and stared at him. “I think you look nice.” Drop dead gorgeous was more like it. Stunningly handsome. A god among men. You could go on but Magnus was still staring at you.

“Just nice?” His stomach dropped. He put a lot of effort into this ridiculous getup hoping to impress you. His efforts were naught.

You shoved his shoulder. “Better than nice, Magnus. Really nice.” you giggled, leaning against him. “Are you wearing eyeliner?”

“I’m not going.” He turned away.

You grabbed his arm. “Come on, Magnus. Do you really want to explain to Kurt that we didn’t arrest this scumbag because you were self-conscious about eyeliner?” You smirked at him. “Besides, it really brings out the blue in your eyes.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

“Yes! Now let’s get going.” You shoved him towards the door.

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The music was some horrid EDM nightmare that would have your ears ringing for weeks. The lights flashed too bright and the air smelled of smoke that was not entirely cigarettes. You were too old for this shit.

“I think we need to dance.” You leaned in close to Magnus’s ear.

You couldn’t tell, but he blushed as your lips brushed against his ear.

“That is not necessary. We can see him just fine from here.” He uncrossed his arms to point at the sliver of their suspect’s right arm.

“Oh yeah, that right elbow is very incriminating.” You pulled him away from the wall where he had planted himself after grabbing a beer from the bar. “Come on, we have to actually see him hand off the parcel.”

With much reluctance, you got Magnus onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he flailed his arms in the air for five or ten seconds before hanging at his sides. Magnus didn’t know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but that would be entirely unprofessional and most likely earn him a slap across the face.

“Magnus!” you hissed. “Do something with your arms!”

He furrowed his brow at you. “Like what?”

“Something! We are supposed to look like a couple.” You swayed your hips to the music.

Magnus grows more and more flustered. First, he reached for your shoulders and then your hips before dropping them to his sides again.

“Magnus, I SWEAR TO GOD, put your hands on your ass or I am kneeing you in the groin!” you hissed at him through gritted teeth while grabbing his hands and placing them squarely on each ass cheek.

Magnus immediately stiffened when you did so. “I… I…” he stuttered.

You pressed against Magnus. “Magnus, you are the worst liar in the world. I know you have a crush on me.” Your fingers reached up to tangle in his blond curls. “I feel the same, so why don’t we take advantage of this assignment,” You slipped your hands down his torso, you can tell he is fit underneath those baggy clothes. “and feel each other out?”

You spun in place and ground against his crotch. Magnus’s hands gripped your hips and pulled you tighter against him. “I like how you feel against me.” Magnus whispered in your ear.

His erection was evident against your backside. “I can tell. Later.” You pointed at the suspect, who was talking to another man and handing him a large envelope.

The two of you sprung into action, Magnus drawing his gun and you boxing the two men.

“Ystad Police!” you yelled as the music cut off and the house lights came on.

Your suspect’s face dropped. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Magnus snatched the envelope and dumped it out on the nearby table. Several spindles of a white crystalline substance. “Really because it looks like you are giving this man a bunch of drugs.” The other man moved to run, but you stopped him. “Packaged for sale.”

You handcuffed the two men and led them outside where a patrol car waited outside to take them to the station. Magnus put his arms around your bare shoulders, shielding them from the cool night air.

“Good job.” he commented.

“You too. I imagine there will be quite a bit of paperwork.”

Magnus groaned. “Yes.”

“And the processing…” You turned around to face them. “I imagine they will need to be interviewed.” Your lips curled into a smile as you watched Magnus’s face fall.

“Yeah…”

You trailed your fingers up and down the exposed skin of his chest. “I imagine that if we got delayed in traffic, Kurt would have to get started.”

“Yeah… wait what?” He stared down at you.

“I’m saying let’s get in the car and get lost for a while. Finish what we started on that dance floor. Unless, of course…”

“No!” Magnus ran his hands through his hair. “I agree, I’ll… get… get… the car.” He held his hands. “Wait right there.”

You giggled as you watched run off to where he parked the car, running into two different people on the way. You hoped he didn’t crash the car before getting back to your apartment.

[screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms]

Forensics to Romantics (Magnus Martinsson x Reader)

Chapter Two: Another One

Part 2/?

Words 2,150

Warnings: Sherlock spoilers!!!! Also this chapter will also have murder and death. Descriptions of death, gore and removed body parts, some language, and mentions of sex. If this bothers you, please don't read.

(Y/N POV)

I had spent last night going through everything I could find on Duke Richards and found some very interesting things. I was right about him being recently divorced less than a month ago, and I also found a few more things that made me a bit worried. When it was about seven thirty, I went straight to Scotland Yard to tell Lestrade my new theory and warn him about what may have already happened.

I ran into the building, and to where I knew some of the other Detective Inspectors would be. I saw Lestrade and a few others sitting at a table, most likely talking about yesterday's murder.

"Dickson," Lestrade said when I burst through the door. "What's wrong?"

"I need the whereabouts of Duke Richards ex-wife, Amy, and a woman named Julie Patterns," I said quickly. "Julie may already be dead. My theory yesterday was off, it wasn't the one he was with who murdered him, but someone who saw the two of them. I think it was Amy, Duke Richards' ex-wife."

"Slow down, Dickson," Lestrade said shaking his head. "What are you talking about?"

"Duke Richards recently divorced his wife, Amy," I began saying in a rushed tone as we walked to where the nearest computer was. "Well, I did some digging and found out it was because he was cheating on her with Miss. Patterns. Actually, Amy didn't know till after the divorce, according to what I could find, only finding out about a week ago."

I could see the new detective from yesterday, Martinsson, on the phone next to the computer, a grim expression on his face.

"I think that Amy was so upset and angry by this that she killed her former husband," I said once we arrived at the computer and I was looking for addresses and last known locations. "And not just him, I think that she has also killed Julie. In fact, I would even go as far as to say they were killed at the same time."

I could see Martinsson look over at me when I said the name "Julie" with a shocked expression on his face. I took that to mean I was right about her.

"Alright thank you, we will be right down," Martinsson said and hung up the phone. "There has been another murder, her name was-"

"Julie Patterns," I said already walking to the door. "Where?"

"On the front doorstep of Sander's Pub," Martinsson said walking behind me. "About ten minutes ago."  

"I will let you two take this one," Lestrade called from the computer. "I will find Amy's address and send it to your phone Dickson."

"Can you get me a search warrant for her residence by the time we get there?" I turn and ask. "If we show up there and she still has evidence in her possession, I want it to be useable in a courtroom."

"I should be able to," Lestrade said quickly. "I will have someone meet you at the crime scene with one."

With that, Martinsson and I walked out the door and to where the cars were parked. I got into the driver's side door of the patrol car and Martinsson got in next to me. I drove us to where the body of Julie Patterns was found.

(Magnus' POV)

I picked up the phone and was met with a frantic voice of a female saying that there had been a murder. I was trying to calm her down and tell me where she was and what was going on.

"I just walked up to Sander's and she was just there, covered in blood," The woman said frantically on the other end of the line. "I know her too, she is my friend, Julie, Julie Patterns."

"Alright, ma'am," I said into the phone and saw Y/N and Lestrade walked over to where I was. Y/N looked like she was trying to explain something to him. "Is there anything else you would like to state before we come down there?"

"No," She said with a sniff. "No, that's all."

"And not just him," I heard Y/N say to Lestrade. "I think that she has also killed Julie. In fact, I would even go as far as to say they were killed at the same time."

I was shocked when I heard her say that. How could she know about the murder? I had only just gotten the call?

"Thank you, we will be right down," I said and hung up the phone. "There has been another murder, her name was-"

"Julie Patterns," Y/N interrupted, already walking to the door, and I began to follow her. "Where?"

"On the front doorstep of Sander's Pub," I said walking behind her towards the exit. "About ten minutes ago."

"I will let you two take this on," Lestrade called from behind us. "I will find Amy's address and send it to your phone Dickson."

We walked to a car and I got in next to Y/N, who was in the driver's seat.

"How did you know?" I asked as we drove.

"Know what?" She said keeping her Y/E/C eyes on the road in front of her.

"About the next victim," I said looking at her with wonder. "How could you have possibly have known about who she was?"

"It was obvious right?" She said almost as if to herself. "I just looked at the evidence right in front of me and connected the dots. That's what we are supposed to do, that's what anyone could have done."

I looked at her with confusion and she looked back at me for a brief moment before looking back to the road.

"Sorry," She said softly. "I didn't mean to offend. As for how I knew, I looked through anything I could find on him and saw that the signs were there for another murder and that it would be this woman. Human emotion, it will get you every time."

The way she said "human emotion" seemed a bit strange as if she didn't agree with the idea of feelings. We both sat in silence for the rest of the ride, and then we arrived at the pub. Y/N and I got out of the car and moved the few people who were standing around the corps away, and I put up the police tape.

Y/N kneeled down next to the body and looked over it quickly but intently. I could tell she was already coming up with theories and ideas. Y/N than did something I found strange and I was surprised, to say the least.

She put on a pair of gloves and proceeded to look into the victim's mouth. Then she removed her hands from her mouth and stood up with a slight nod.

"Just like I thought," She said carefully removing the gloves, making sure she did not touch the outside of them. "No tong, she was definitely killed by the same person as Richards'. The also has the same amount of stab wounds and they were made with the same weapon."

"So, what now?" I ask her looking down at the dead woman in front of us.

I saw another patrol car pull up and I saw two of the forensic team members get out and walk towards the body. One of them walked over to Y/N and handed her an envelope with, what I assumed, was the search warrant in it. She thanked him and he went to were his partner was taking photographs of the body.

"We wait for Lestrade to send us Amy's address," Y/N says looking at the road as if she was waiting for someone else to show up. "Then we go and ask her some questions, and look around for anything suspicious. Hopefully, she is just another dumb killer blinded by emotion, and didn't think too much about what she was doing."

Again, the way she kept referring to emotion as if it was a bad thing seemed a bit strange, but I guess, with this field of work you can't let yourself get caught up in it. Still, it seemed like there was more to it than that. I saw Y/N's posture change, she tensed up slightly, and I wondered what had gotten her attention.

I followed her gaze and saw a taxi had just pulled up and two men had gotten out. One of them was a tall man, with dark brunet hair. He had on a long jacket with the collar turned up and a dark scarf around his neck. The other man was shorter, had on a cream button-up shirt and had short hair. I recognized them from the papers, I mean, who wouldn't recognize Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.

I was very surprised to see this legendary detective in person. I had heard a lot of things about the detective since I started working at the Yeard, some good, some bad, and some just annoyed. Y/N straitened herself and walked towards Sherlock and his partner.

"Hello Y/N." John said with a smile.

"Hello, John," Y/N returning John's smile with her lovely one. "How is Rosie?"

"She is good," John said. "She is looking more and more like her mother every day."

I could see the sadness in his eyes when he said that, and then I remember hearing about what happened to her.

"Mr. Holmes." Y/N greeted Sherlock, he demeanor changing. Not to one of hatred, more like cautious and professional.  

"Detective Dickson," Sherlock said with the same tone and expression as Y/N. "Find anything with this one?"

"Yes actually," Y/N flatly. "But I won't bore you with it, seeing as you will see it for yourself."

"Excellent," Sherlock said looking past us to where the body was. "I will have a look for myself then. Y/N."

With that, he walked past her and over to the body and I could see him looking over the body the same way Y/N had. I saw her walked over to our patrol car and pull out her phone, probably waiting for Lestrade to send her the address.

"He's always like that," John said, right next to me and had his hand extended. "I don't think we have met before. John Watson."

"Magnus Martinsson," I said shaking his hand. "I just moved her from Ystad and am working at Scotland Yard."

"Well this is a hell of a welcome," John said and I chuckled a bit. "Are you Y/N's new partner?"

"Yes. No. Well, I am not sure," I said trying to think of an answer when even I didn't know. "We just met yesterday, and I am working with her on this case. After that, I'm not sure. What did you mean by new partner? Did she use to have one?"

"She has had loads," John said mater-a-fact tone. "More than I can even remember, and that's just in the few years I've known her. She has been working on her own for three months now."

"What happened to them?" I asked, slightly worried.

"They didn't want her," John said, looking behind him at Y/N making sure she was out of earshot. "From what I understand she is like a female Sherlock in every sense, and people don't really like working with that kind of person. The extreme intelligence but lack of social understanding besides what is necessary for them, and almost complete lack of emotion. I mean, it took me a while to get used to Sherlock, and he still and a pain in the ass most of the time. Someone will get assigned to be her partner, and not more than two weeks later they request to work with someone else."

"Oh," I said softly looking over at Y/N sadly. "I see."

"You have already been doing better than most of the others," John said with a friendly smile. "It is true though, her and Sherlock are alike, but not just in the annoying ways. They are both really good people. If you stick around long enough, you will not regret it."

"Martinsson," I heard Y/N call from the car, already getting in the driver's side door. "I have the address, let's go."

"Coming," I called to her and began to make my way to the car. "It was nice meeting you, John."

"You too, Magnus," John said waving. "Hope to see you again."

I walked to the car and got in next to Y/N.

"Well then," I said as we drove off. "To catch a murder."

"Absolutely," She said with a smirk not taking her eyes off the road. "I just know it's her, and I know we will get her."

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reckless girl pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @holdmytesseract

Summary: When you didn't show up for your date with Magnus, the last place he thought he'd find you was inside the Ystad police station…in a holding cell

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: talks of injuries; cliffhanger at the end

Things to be aware of: established relationship

"Why so glum, Martinsson? Not enough sleep?" Kurt clapped a hand on the curly blond haired detective's soldier, jerking him out of his worry spiral. "Girl trouble?"

Magnus lifted his chin from his joint fists, unable to iron out the furrow between his eyebrows. "Something like that…Y/N, my girlfriend. We were supposed to meet after my shift last night and she never showed. Hasn't called or texted either."

"Maybe she ghosted you, lad," Svedberg jested from his desk. "Had enough of the barflies clinging about you, did 'erself a favor."

"No," he said with conviction. "She wouldn't do that, that's not her." You'd been dating for long enough that he knew you wouldn't just disappear from his life with no contact like that. There was something else going on, there had to be. Another reason why you weren't at the restaurant last night. Another reason you weren't picking up your phone.

"Maybe try her again," Kurt offered. "If you still have nothing, you can always find a reason to patrol around her area and pay your girl a visit."

"Really? You won't be cross if I did?"

"For anyone else I'd suspend them on the spot if they attended to matters of the heart while on duty but I'd rather have the brightest bulb in the station actually functioning in the station, rather than have his mind wandering off to where his lady could be." He gave the younger detective a tight smile, knowing full well that had he been in Martinsson's spot, he'd be doing the same thing. "Try her again."

This time your phone rang twice before someone answered. "This is the Ystad holding area, and the owner of this mobile has been detained until--"

"Officer Jansen?"

"Detective Martinsson? Why are you calling--"

"Where's Y/N? This is her phone I've been trying to reach her since last night and--"

"Well last night a Ms Y/L/N was brought here for holding and we confiscated this phone off her person. Drunk and disorderly behavior," Jansen offered.

Just then another voice, your voice, spoke through the line. "Hey, the other guy was drunk and disorderly, it's not my fault the wanker couldn't fight!"

Magnus took a deep breath, a mix of both frustration and relief. Mostly the latter knowing now where you were exactly and that he would most likely see you in the next few minutes. "Jansen, I don't know what she did but I can guarantee you she probably had a good reason for it. Could you maybe…I dunno, let her off with a warning? I'll talk to her, make sure this doesn't happen again."

There was a deep sigh from the other end of the line before the officer spoke again. "Fine. She doesn't have a record, and the other guy seems to be too embarrassed to press charges seeing as he got his arse beat by a woman, so her name stays clean. But if this happens again--"

"It won't," he answered, a little less conviction in his tone. "Could you please send her here, though? I've been on edge since last night."

"Say no more, I'll have her there with an escort in a few minutes."

It didn't take long until another officer from the holding area stepped into the detectives area, and Magnus finally laid his eyes on you. And he saw red.

The second the officer uncuffed you, he was rushing over, placing his hands on your shoulders trying to assess the damage done. Your neck was red and purple, the skin of your knuckles split and bloodied, cuts and scrapes all over your face. There even seemed to still be specks of dirt in some of the wounds.

"Hello, sweetie," you spoke after a few moments of him taking stock of the injuries you sustained, wincing when you tried to give him a smile and it opened the wound on your lip that had only healed a fraction of the way the night before. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the restaurant--"

"Never mind that, darling," he waved off your apology, taking your hands in his and pressing his lips to the backs of your fingers, being careful not to touch any injured portion of your skin. "All I care about right now is that you're safe." He jerked his head over to his desk. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. And then you can tell me what happened. Starting with who dared lay a hand and bloody up my precious angel's face like this."

"My sister Stella's in town and we went out straight after my shift to grab some drinks--Ach." You flinched at the stinging of the alcohol-soaked cotton round that he pressed to the cut on your cheek.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, ignoring the teasing remarks from the other detectives on the floor as he tended to your wounds. "But we have to get these cleaned out so they don't get infected. We've already lost so much time since these just stayed as they were the entire time you were in that holding cell."

"I know I know," you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut when he resumed disinfecting the cuts. "It's not my first fight, you know. Still stings like a right bitch every bloody time, though."

He finished dressing the wounds on your face before moving to your cut and bruised knuckles. "Did no one even come to check on you before they booked you last night?" he grumbled, seeing the caked blood and dirt around these wounds as well.

"No. Everyone's attention was mostly on the other guy, making sure he got to the hospital safe and all that."

"Ah, so you're the mystery assailant," Kurt spoke up, walking up to Magnus' desk. "I just got off the phone with the hospital about some professional pick-up artist, whatever the shite that is, and how he refuses to press charges because if anyone knew what happened to him it'll ruin his image." He stuck out a hand toward you. "Kurt Wallander, I'm Magnus' supervising officer."

You gave him a little wave in response. "Not exactly how I pictured meeting Magnus' workmates, but I'll take it. Hi. Y/N Y/L/N, pleased to make your acquaintance. I'd shake your hand but--"

"I'll be quite cross with you if you split open your wounds over pleasantries, sweetheart," the blond detective butted in. He turned to his supervisor. "Hang on the case you were called to this morning? The assault victim? That was--"

"Hold on…if the wanker didn't press charges, does the word 'assailant' still apply to me?"

"Yes," both men said at once.

"But I'm willing to consider this a case deservedly closed since firstly, the pervert wanker chose not to press charges. And second, he's had it coming for a long while. Man's got an entire binder of reports for sleazeball behavior, but we just don't have the laws here yet to book someone for unjust vexation," Kurt told you both before addressing you directly. "Just don't make a habit out of getting detained or else I won't be able to do anything about the station giving your boyfriend grief over dating a 'bad girl'." He put the last bit in air quotes, jerking his head over at the desks of the jeering detectives on the other side of the floor.

"I'll do what I can," you shot back, scrunching your nose in place of a smile. "But in my defense, he was getting handsy with my sister and she's a little too peaceful and zen that the woman wouldn't hurt a fly, I had to."

"Careful, darling. Wallander here has a soft spot for the hero types, he might just issue you a gun," Magnus joked, finishing up on your knuckles and pressing a soft kiss to the bandages.

"Considering that the man you put in the hospital is just one in a large group of men doing much of the same?" the senior detective shot back. "I might just, might even give Linda one just to err on the side of caution and all that." He took a finger at you. "You be careful out there. Willing to bet my badge you ticked off a good few unstable men with egos bigger than their brain power. Some of them might be capable of a bit more than a few cuts and scrapes. And might be on the hunt for who put one of their own in casts and stitches."

"I'll keep safe. Thank you, Detective Wallander." You stood up and gave an awkward wave, making a motion to start walking out of the station. "I should get going. Wouldn't want to take up more of Magnus' time while he's at work."

That got the blond detective shooting out of his seat. "I'll see you out, then." He led you out the station, hand securely at your waist as he made sure you could walk properly. "Go straight home, tell your sister you're safe and you're not going to jail. And then tomorrow, how about we meet for breakfast after you've had some rest?"

"Yes, Sir," you answered playfully before throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you, Mags," you whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek. "I love you."

His heart caught in his throat at your words. You'd never said it first before. "I love you, too, little spitfire." He tucked his fingers under your chin, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before letting you go. "I'll see you in the morning."

Only when morning came, he sat at the restaurant near the station all alone, letting a whole hour pass before concluding that you weren't coming once again. Going off of what had transpired the day before, he showed up at the Ystad police station's holding area a good hour ahead of his shift, ready to try his luck at talking your way out of whatever situation you'd gotten yourself into.

"Morning, Martinsson," Jansen greeted him once the officer caught sight of the blond curls descending the stairs. "What brings you here so early--"

"Is Y/N here? Again?"

The officer began typing away at the system, giving commentary along the way. "She's a bit of a baddie, isn't she? Getting booked there twice in just as many days--Huh…" Jansen tilted his head in confusion at the information on the screen. "I don't see anything from last night's records. Maybe check the holding cells just in case? Sorry, Martinsson."

Magnus let out a sharp exhale, the frustration radiating off him in waves. "No worries. Thanks, Jansen." He set off toward the three holding cells they had in the station, only one of them being occupied by a drunk driver that was booked last night and was awaiting for his wife to bail him out. The other two were empty and clean as a whistle, no sign of anyone having even been there in the last 24 hours.

He picked up his phone and tapped on your name, his heart thundering in his ears as he waited for you to answer. "Please tell me you just slept in, sweetheart," he mumbled, his body already shaking with every second his call went unanswered.

But then the line got picked up, and his heart lodged itself in his throat.

"Hello?" The voice of a woman. But not yours.

"Who is this?" he nearly barked at the stranger's voice. "Where's Y/N?"

"I'm Stella, her sister, hold on who the hell are you?"

"Magnus, her boyfriend. Where's your sister? Why do you have her phone?" His tone became more impatient.

"She was supposed to meet me last night for dinner. Told me she needed to get some rest after what happened the other day that got her arrested," your sister explained, the answer making the detective even more panicked. "She never showed, figured she slept too long and I'd pick her up for some breakfast, but--" Her breath hitched on the other line, a jagged exhale coming through from her end as she composed herself. "She's not here. And the place is a mess. Hang on--If you're the boyfriend, you're the detective, right?"

"Y-Yes, yes I am." He could barely manage the words; he felt so hollow inside, dreading what words he would hear next.

"I'd like to report a crime, then," Stella spoke, her voice wavering as she tried to put up a brave front. "My sister's missing, there's blood on the floor. Someone's hurt my sister."

A/N: Eeeeeee I'm so excited to give this one to y'all! It's been a while since I started on another request and when I tell you that the words just started flying when I got into the vibe that this story was gonna give. I know I know…there's a cliffhanger…but there will be a part 2 in a few days and we're gonna see just what happened after YN left the station…

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania (completed)

a/n: This is the masterlist for my 1k follower special! 🥳 I already started to write the first drabbles, so I think I start to post them sometime next week! ☺️😁

General Warnings: fluff, angst/heavy angst, smuttish - no smut (There will be warnings on each drabble as well!)

All the lines taken from the songs are not mine. Lyrics are in bold, so credits to the artists.

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°☆• Masterlist •☆°

Jealousy {Robert Laing x fem!Reader}

Blown Away {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}

Running Out of Time {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

Sing Me To Sleep {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}

Too Late {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

Forever In His Eyes {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Bewitched {Will Ransome x fem!Reader}

Not Alone {Jonathan Pine x fem!Reader}

One Look {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Memories {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}

Coldness in Our Hearts {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

Possession {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

Healing Words {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Guardian Angel {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

The Long Way 'Round {Young!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Readed}

Shattered Hearts {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Demons {Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader}

So Loved {BabyFever!Loki & Ella}

Nightmare Turned Reality {Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader}

On Edge {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

Lifesaver {Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader}

Be Right Now {Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader}

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Last Updated: 2023-12-12

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Magnus Martinsson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ Mistletoe￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 〔E᜶F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Magnus opened his big mouth to his family and gotten himself into a spot of trouble this holiday season. He told them he has a girlfriend coming home for Christmas but he is currently unattached. He turns to you for help, the new transfer to Ystad station, and you just happen to have no plans. Unbeknownst to Magnus, you are harboring a secret crush for him. Can you keep your feelings in check or will you crack?"

❆ All I Want for Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ First Christmas by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

See Also: Navigation || Magnus Martinsson Master Index

Authors: @just-the-hiddles || @ladyfluff ||

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reckless girl pt2

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @holdmytesseract

Summary: Magnus, along with the rest of the station, launches into an all-hands investigation to find you, desperately hoping that he's not too late

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of blood; sad bb Magnus hours; kidnapping; restrains (not the fun kind); non-consensual touching (not our bb Magnus he would never); more physical injuries; gun mentions and use; mention of painkillers (morphine) [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

There were only ever a handful of times in Magnus' career so far where he felt he couldn't stomach a crime scene. Those few occasions involving the most gruesome of acts that a human being could have ever been subjected to.

However, despite how comparatively routine the scene looked when he arrived at your apartment, he found himself clutching his stomach, feet unable to move, upon laying eyes at the blood on the floor. Your furniture was all askew, signs of a struggle littered all over the now crime scene.

It was all he could do not to burst into tears when officers were placing crime scene tape over your front door.

Kurt clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying to steady him. "Magnus, you sure you don't want to sit this one out? You're in no shape to work this case, this is your--"

"I have to find her, Kurt," he cut the senior detective off, doing his best to steel himself. "I have to know she's alright. Make sure she's safe again. She--" He choked on his own words, the lump in his throat making it near impossible to speak. "She's my whole world, I need her back."

Wallander sighed, knowing too well the feeling of helplessness that your boyfriend felt in every bone in his body at the moment. That he couldn't just do nothing and wait on a bunch of people that didn't care for you the way that he did to find you. "Very well, then. But you're not stepping foot in that scene. For your own sanity."

"Understood." He didn't want to be inside your apartment in the state it was in, either. That place was more a home to him than his own place; it felt so wrong having to process it like it was just another day at work. "I'll question her sister, see what she knows."

"The man that Y/N put in the hospital. The pick-up artist. Start there. If we know more about the people in the group he's in, it might give us a lead to where she coulda been taken."

Magnus blinked back his tears and made his way to your sister Stella, her eyes wide as saucers with worry and shock as she saw the detective. "I was really hoping we'd be meeting under happier circumstances. My sister speaks quite highly of you, I've never seen her so in love."

"We're going to find her," he said, trying to reassure himself as much as her. "What can you tell me about the man she fought two nights ago?"

She scrunched her face in an eerily similar way that you did whenever you were confused or trying to recall something. "Really not much to say about him, just a regular looking fella, but one of the guys he was with…he kept on talking about his father having connections and how he's gonna 'avenge his mate for what Y/N did to him'."

"Can you describe this friend of his?"

"I'll do you one better." She tapped away at her phone before handing it over to him, showing him a photo. "This is him. Marcus Ferguson. Menace to society touting around Daddy's money and power."

Magnus' blood ran cold. They'd been after Ferguson for the better part of a year, a prime suspect in the kidnapping and trafficking of women and girls from as young as 13. The heart-wrenching part was that they could never get their hands on the smoking gun that would put him away for good, and the victims that they'd managed to rescue were too afraid of retaliation from him and his family that they'd never bring themselves to testify.

And now he had you.

The details that Stella gave him led him to the restaurant you two were at the evening before last, and the owner more than happily volunteered the security footage from the time you two were in there and Ferguson's friend got into the altercation with you. He watched with a mix of fury and pride seeing how you held your own and ultimately brought the sleazy excuse for a human being down on the ground coughing and bleeding, curled into a ball.

Then Ferguson hung around close enough to the patrol car as you were getting arrested that he got your full name, and then he made a call, saying something to his friend before he was brought to the hospital to be treated. The words he mouthed on screen had the detective's pulse thundering in his ears, panic flooding his system.

"I'll have her by tomorrow night. She'll pay for what she did to you."

He was restless as he showed the station the footage from the restaurant, Kurt giving him the floor to address his fellow detectives and officers. "This is enough cause to believe that Y/N Y/L/N is in grave danger. We know what Ferguson is capable of. We know the damage he deals to his victims, and that's only the ones that we've found. It is imperative that we find her as soon as possible. Alive." His voice broke at the last word, the possibility of finding you anything other than that crushing him into pieces.

"Alright everyone, put all your cases on hold, this takes top priority," Wallander addressed the station. "I want eyes on Marcus Ferguson, someone find him and bring him in for questioning. We also know that his father Jeffrey owns over a dozen warehouses all throughout Ystad, more than enough for his so-called philanthropic efforts. Someone look into them, starting with the ones near the coast. Call them up, and tell me which ones don't answer the call. Get an officer to pay those warehouses a visit. Find Miss Y/L/N. Bring her back here alive. You have your orders."

It didn't take long before a more junior detective spoke up. "I have something. One of the warehouses didn't pick up the phone, and their registration documents show that they should be active and have a receptionist during office hours. And it's a five minute drive from there to Sandskog."

That was enough to get Magnus out of his seat and gearing up. He double checked to see that the magazine of his pistol was fully loaded.

"I'm coming to get you, sweetheart. Hold on for me," he whispered, hoping more than anything that when he wouldn't be bringing you out of the warehouse in a gurney and not a body bag.

The last thing you remembered was reaching to pick up a knife from your kitchen counter, hearing the distinct sound of another person breathing, along with another heartbeat, from within your apartment. You lived alone, and Stella was still at her hotel when you got off the phone with her just a few minutes ago. Right as you stepped into your apartment.

Then a rag went over your mouth, and a smell akin to ultra-concentrated alcohol flooded your nose. And everything went black.

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing you noticed was that you couldn't move. Your hands were bound behind your back with something twining and abrasive. Rope. You weren't gagged or blindfolded. Your legs were immobile as well, each ankle roped to a chair leg. "What the--"

"Oh goody you're awake," a male voice filled the vast space you were held in. It looked like a warehouse, fairly maintained but empty. The faint sound of waves outside told you that wherever you were, there was a beach nearby. "You're a strong one, aren't ya, little bitch? First you put one of my best mates out of commission for who the fuck knows how long, and then you put one helluva shiner on me."

Your kidnapper approached you and grabbed the bottom of your face, nails digging into your cheeks deep enough you could feel the skin breaking. It also gave you a good enough view of who had taken you hostage.

"You're Ferguson's boy, the brat," you spat at him. "Never had to work a day in his life. Spends his time being a nuisance to womankind."

"I prefer the term gift, poppet." Your stomach lurched at the name. "You're lucky that pretty lil face o' yers is enough to make me consider delaying killing you. Craig went for the wrong 'un--"

"Craig, huh?" you cut him off. "So that's the name of the wanker with the weak ass swing. Tell me, Little Ferguson, do you surround yourself with weak little boys to make yourself seem stronger? Make you seem more like a man?"

That seemed to have struck a nerve. Typical. "I'll show you a man, you little cocktease," he snarled at you, panic flooding your system when you felt his hand on your inner thigh, thick and inelegant fingers creeping higher. "Maybe I'll ruin you before killin' you…"

You squirmed in your seat, trying to throw him off as best you could, your efforts falling short from the rope binding you to the chair. He only snickered in response, his hand traveling up higher which made you throw your head back and butt him on the face as hard as you could.

He stumbled back and landed on his bum with a faint smack, groaning as he held his nose. A fleeting relief washed over you knowing at least you got him to stop from touching you.

That relief, however, was short lived, the entitled bratty excuse for a man stomping over to a golf bag by the exit and picking up a golf club, a heavy one from how he groaned and whined as he tried to lift it above his head, like he was practicing. "You fucking bitch, I just had that fixed!" he bawled, now stomping over to you.

"Please, from where I'm sitting it's an improvement," you sneered. "Gives you some much needed character."

He pointed his club at you. "You're on borrowed time."

"Well hey, do me a favor and run the timer down already because if I have to spend one more agonizing second lookin' at your ugly mug--Agh!"

Your words finally sent his fragile ego off the edge, swinging the golf club back to strike you across your forehead and making everything go black.

The last thing you remembered was the sound of the heavy door to the warehouse being slid open. A commotion.

Gunshots.

And then a voice. Probably the most angelic voice you'd ever hear in your life.

Magnus.

When Magnus and the rest of his team arrived outside the warehouse, Kurt had to physically hold the younger detective back from storming into the place without cause.

"She's in there, Kurt!" he shouted, his desperation ramping up with each passing second.

"And if you barge in there with your badge and your gun without any probable cause the next time she'll see you will be on the other side of a glass divider during visiting hours," Wallander tried to reason with him. "We don't have Jeffrey Ferguson's permission to search the area, we need a reason before we can--"

The loud smack of metal against something followed by a woman's howl of pain sounded out from the warehouse, launching Magnus into action once more. "There's my reason."

When they threw the door open he could feel his heart drop to the ground at sight before him. You on the ground, a new massive gash on your forehead with a bump the size of a golf ball on the same spot. Marcus Ferguson with golf club in his hand, raised above his head ready to strike again. Before he could lay another hand on you, Magnus raised his weapon and shot three times, the booming sound from his gun almost felt loud enough to shake the empty warehouse.

He didn't bother watching Ferguson go down to the ground, rushing over to you instead to work on freeing you from your restraints, his stomach lurching at the sight of the rope digging in and reddening your skin. "Sweetheart," he choked, taking out a pocket knife and cutting through the thick ropes.

"Mags…?" you mumbled as he cut you out of your restraints, trying to be as gentle as he could manage with you as he eased the rope away from your skin.

"I'm here, sweetheart, it's okay. You're safe now." You instantly relaxed into his hold when he cradled you against his him, refusing to let you go until the paramedics got to you and loaded you onto the gurney. "I've got you."

You struggled to open your eyes when you felt yourself being laid down on a rather thin cushion, the sound of squeaking wheels and words that echoed your own arrest the other day filling your ears. You were wheeled into an ambulance, and you sighed in relief when your blurry vision caught sight of a head of blond curls.

"Mags," you breathed out, fingers twitching toward him. "Sorry I didn't show--" you said through slurred speech before he took your hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to your fingers.

"Shh don't you worry about that even for a second, darling," he spoke into your skin. "All I care about is that you're alive." You felt your skin get wet with hot tears as he kept kissing your hand. "I nearly lost you today."

"Still here," you mumbled, doing your best to squeeze back at his massive hand. "Not getting rid of me that easy, Martinsson."

Before you slipped back into unconsciousness, you heard him tell you, "I never want to be rid of you, my precious reckless girl. I love you so much."

The next time you opened your eyes, there was as rhythmic beeping coming from your side, your wounds had been cleaned, and Magnus was by your side. Hand wrapped around yours, slouched over on an uncomfortable chair, with his cheek resting on the mattress.

You tried to reach over, and run your hands through his curls to gently rouse him awake, but your other arm had a rather thick line in it administering what you could only guess was a pretty effective painkiller considering you weren't feeling the effects of the younger Ferguson's blows that much. You opted instead to squeeze his hand, your boyfriend letting out a tiny groan before looking up, his ocean blue eyes meeting yours and his free hand reaching up to stroke your hair.

"I'm going to need you to promise me something, sweetheart," he mumbled, trying to give you a reassuring smile despite the puffiness in his eyes.

"I'll promise you just about anything as long as you don't let them take away the painkillers."

"Promise me you'll try not to get into any fights until you have a license to carry a gun. I don't think danger will ever stop finding you, but at least I can make sure you're better equipped -- legally equipped -- to handle the next fucker that tries to harm you." He leaned over and looked at your face carefully before pressing the lightest kiss to a part of your face that wasn't cut or bruised. "Promise me, Y/N."

"I promise, Mags," you mumbled, your speech quite slurred. "What happened to Ferguson?"

"Intensive care," he answered, his jaw clenching before releasing his next sentiment. "Wish I'd gone for the head."

"No you don't," you shot back. "Too much paperwork."

He let out a hoarse laugh, his voice scratchy with the telltale sign of yelling and sobbing. "I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life behind bars for what he did to you."

"Hmph…self-proclaimed pretty boy like him surrounded by lonely men who haven't known the touch of a lover," you thought out loud, letting out a mirthless laugh before you echoed your assailant's words to you at the warehouse. "Maybe they'll ruin him before they kill him."

"Careful there," a voice spoke from the door way. Kurt. "Sounds like something he and his troop of deviants would say."

"Something he did say," you confirmed, wincing at the memory. "Right before he reached for the club."

"I'll kill him," Magnus seethed, his fury radiating off of him. "Kurt, please tell me we finally have enough to nail him. And his pathetic posse."

"We might," the older detective nodded. "But we need someone willing to testify against him--"

"I will," you volunteered, not taking another second to mull it over. "I'll testify. From how he talked I'm sure there'll be more just waiting to come outta the wood works. If what I have to say can give them the strength to want to speak up, perhaps we'll have the upper hand. No matter how much he tries to get out with Daddy's money."

Wallander gave you a singular nod. "You're a brave one, Y/N Y/L/N. Got the blood of a fighter, you do." He pointed a finger at Magnus. "You got yourself one of the good ones. Don't screw it up."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he answered back, thumb stroking gently across the back of your hand. "It better not come as a surprise to you that I'll want to take some time off. See to Y/N's recovery and all."

"I'd have twisted your arm myself if you didn't." He left the room, giving the nurse a curt nod as they passed each other.

"The doctor should be by in a little bit to check on you, Mrs. Martinsson," she informed you, giving you a warm smile.

Before you could protest from the name she'd called you, Magnus spoke up with a simple sentiment. "Thank you, Nurse." When she walked away, he looked at you with a sheepish expression in his eyes. "I might have fibbed a tiny bit so they'd let me stay in the room with you."

Your thoughts began to swirl more as the lightheadedness you felt from the painkillers mixed with how your heart swelled at his confession. "My gorgeous angel-faced golden retriever baby," you mumbled, making him give you a much wider smile. "Never took you for such a bad boy," you teased him. "What a pair we make…" You adjusted yourself in your bed, shuffling as far off to the side without disturbing the line in your arm and motioning your head to the empty space.

"What're you…?"

"Hop up, Mags," you tried to order him with a sleepy chuckle. "That's no way to sleep, and also I want my husband to hold me."

He climbed on to the bed, holding you gently as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Sleep, sweet reckless girl," he whispered, finally feeling like he could breathe easier now that he had you safe in his arms.

"Y/N Martinsson," you mumbled with a yawn, snuggling against his chest, so sleepy you didn't hear how his heart began to sprint in his chest. "I quite like the sound of that."

Magnus found it near impossible to breathe, his mind immediately bombarded with a vision of you in a myriad  of white dresses, walking down the aisle to him. Exchanging vows. Becoming his wife. "Careful, sweetheart. Any more talk like that and I'll go to the jeweler's the second you're discharged." He struggled to keep his tone light, doing his best not to wake you up.

"Hmph, don't," you grumbled. "Too expensive."

"What?" he breathed out, in complete disbelief at what he was hearing. "You would marry--No. Not right now. We'll talk about this when they take you off the morphine, darling."

"No need," you murmured as you snuggled closer to him. "I'd marry you tomorrow with a ring pop and a jukebox at the hospital chapel, Magnus Martinsson."

Your breathing evened out after that, leaving your boyfriend to process what you'd said all alone. He looked at your sleeping face, shakily pressing another kiss to the top of your head. "When you've fully recovered from this nightmare that monster subjected you to today, I'll make it real," he whispered into your hair, hoping that you'd hear him through your sleep. "I quite like the sound of Y/N Martinsson, too."

A/N: *insert fanfare sound effect here* That's another request done! And these two blorbos are safe and sound in their little bubble where no one's gonna fuck with them anymore 🥹💖 Now on to the next and lemme just tell y'all now…it's angsty and it's 3 parts and we're headed back to our stabby mischievous babey 👀

But before we get there…I might have something for y'all in the next few days involving Centrum Ad Hiddles…

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Summary: To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities with an attendee or two. You didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him.

Pairing: Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here); public sex; fingering; unprotected p in v; language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: slight age gap (10+ years, no more than 15); bit of a power imbalance bc of their ranks; coworkers to lovers; translations in the A/N

You adjusted the bust of your dress--if you could even call it a 'dress'--for the umpteenth time in the last hour, waiting nearly impatiently for Detective Superintendent Martinsson to swing by and pick you up to go to No Holds Barred. The establishment was an adult entertainment shop that held quasi-frequent gatherings--mixers, really--for couples and singles alike to enjoy and even partake, if they were up to it.

Tonight, according to your intel, would be one of those gatherings. And there you would find Lars Anderssen, your prime suspect for a series of killings that targeted women from their late teens to their early 30s, each victim's body posed in a lewd manner completely devoid of respect for them.

You were the one to discover that the women were connected through their membership to No Holds Barred, and that they were posed in such manners based on the preferences that they had with their sexual partners in these gatherings.

"Y/N, babes, much as I adore this getup on you and I'm sure you're about to have even Mister Detective Superintendent Stick in the Mud a little tongue-tied, how sure are you that this serial killer would come after you?"

You turned to face Stella, your sister and partner in all the bouts of mischief you'd partaken in throughout your life, fiddling with the flimsy mesh fabric of the near see-through lingerie dress you'd chosen for the event. "In truth none of us are sure that Anderssen would go for me. I fit the age range, sure, but that's about all that we know on his victims. That and that they were all last seen in No Holds Barred on a night of one of these sex parties."

"So what's the plan if he doesn't go for you?"

"We follow him when we see him and hopefully save the potential next victim from his grotesque murderous display of slut-shaming. We have contingencies, sis, don't worry."

"And how do you plan to keep your cover intact?"

"Pardon?"

"Babes, you're going to a sex club. There's an unspoken expectation for you to be fucking someone tonight." You blanched at her words. "Are you sure you and Mister Pants Too Tight He Can't Unclench His Arse Cheeks are comfortable enough with each other to—"

"Oh fuck, no I'm not shagging Martinsson," you chuckled nervously. "We're splitting up when we get to the party, looking like a couple that's trying to explore a more open relationship, and then we'll both keep an eye out while we're…staying in character. I told you, we have contingencies." You faced your reflection again, fussing with your hair and wiping off your vampy lipstick to try on a Snow White red shade. "Besides," you rambled. "He wouldn't go for me even if it was to stay in character. Pretty sure he can't stand my presence."

You did your best to sound indifferent as you said it, but the pointed look your sister shot you told you that the bitterness still slipped through the cracks.

"Well regardless, I know that you have a job to do and everything, bad guys to put behind bars and all that. But I hope you get to have a spot of fun tonight. Maybe have a nice little tryst with a handsome stranger. Lord knows your sex life's so dry people probably think you live in a nunnery," she chuckled, walking over to help you with your hair, ruffling it to add some body and a sultry 'disheveled' look.

The sound of sharp knocking at your door nearly made you draw a line of lipstick up your cheek. "Bloody fuck, even his knocking is uptight," you grumbled, walking over to the door to reveal Martinsson on the other side, the sight of him in a tailored navy blue suit with the white dress shirt's top two buttons undone to reveal an unsurprisingly well-defined chest with a light smattering of chest hair peeking out nearly making you stumble in your ridiculous stilettos that you'd borrowed from Stella.

"Detective Y/L/N," he addressed you tersely, nodding once and making you resist the urge to roll your eyes in his presence. He held out an earbud for you to take. "The team will be monitoring the venue; they'll be on standby in case Anderssen attempts to run."

You took the device from his hand and made quick work to secure it within your ear, grabbing your coat from the hook and shrugging it on. "Thanks. At least if Anderssen tries to make a play for me I'll be able to tell you where we're headed and hopefully you all can get to me before I die a humiliating death in this." You gestured as you both made your way toward the car that the department had rented, eyes widening when Magnus walked to the passenger side of a sedan limo and opened the door for you.

Before you folded yourself into the seat, he wrapped his hand around your arm, halting you on the spot. "He won't get that far, I promise you. I will keep you safe." A few agonizingly long silent moments passed before his hand traveled down the length of your arm, briefly wrapping around yours before he cleared his throat. "Erm, you look--"

"Like a whore?" you finished, trying your best to inject a touch of humor in the tense atmosphere you always seemed to find yourselves in. "That's kind of the point. He targets women he deems 'too promiscuous to live' so might as well make sure I practically have a red neon sign pointed at my tits."

His face showed visible discomfort, clearing this throat again before responding. "I was going to say you look like a temptress."

You didn't bother to hide how taken aback you were at his words. "I'll take that as a compliment," you muttered, maneuvering yourself so that you could make your way into the passenger seat, all too aware of his borderline imposing presence barely a foot away and the way his hand loosely held yours to help in case you lost your footing.

With the way your heart was hammering in your chest, you were surprised to hear his husked reply before he closed your door. "I meant it as a compliment, sweet girl."

The drive to No Holds Barred was a nauseating mix of quiet and tense, all the way up to when he'd parked the car near the surveillance van that the team had set up and you finally felt a wave of relief when you could hear your fellow detective Irene speaking into your comms.

"Keep safe, you two. Call for us if you need any backup."

"Thanks, 'Rene," you murmured, doing your best not to let your lips move as you spoke while handing off your coat to the attendant at the door.

"Bloody fuck, you're going to turn a lot of heads in that. It's practically a screaming blazing red neon sign at your lady bits, Y/L/N. Keep extra safe because I'm positive Anderssen's definitely coming after you looking like that."

You had to stifle your chuckle as you walked over to the receptionist holding a clipboard, you assumed it was to register your names. "Welcome to No Holds Barred. Are you two here exclusively together or are you open to--"

"We're here together," Magnus cut her off, signing what you hoped were phony names in the guest list before walking deeper into the establishment with his hand wrapped around yours.

She looked back at you with an amused look in her eyes as you mouthed the word 'Open' as you walked away from her.

The gasp that escaped you when you surveyed the room was thankfully drowned out by the thumping sensual beat of the music blasting through the sound system. However, you did have to lower the shock on your face as you looked through the attendees, all of them in various states of undress and indulging in the carnal nature of the party.

One woman was sitting wantonly on a chaise with her legs spread as one man had his head between her thighs, head bobbing with his tongue visibly running up and down her folds. Not too far away there was another woman on her hands and knees on a large round ottoman with her dress hiked up to expose her ass while a man clad only in dress slacks pulled down to the middle of his thighs rutted into her from behind.

Magnus lightly squeezing your hand abruptly brought you back to reality, your gaze meeting the older man's, visibly flustered by the display of lustful abandon all around you. You had to remember your cover of 'being together' to keep yourself from showing your surprise as he brought your joint hands up to his lips. "We'll have a better vantage point if we watch out for him upstairs," he murmured before tilting his head down and placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.

"Right," you breathed out, looking away from him and eyeing the crowd as you both made your way up the stairs. "No sign of Anderssen so far," you noted, doing your best to keep your breathing even as you felt him settle up behind you from your spot overlooking the crowd, his hands on either side of your waist as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your almost completely exposed shoulder.

"You're both playing your parts perfectly," Irene's voice broke through the music blaring all around you, her commentary grounding you somehow and preventing you from losing yourself in the feel of your superior's lips on your skin. Reminding you that this was all a part of your facade. "Although, you could stand to look a bit more like you're exploring, Sir."

Your breath hitched as his arm wrapped all the way across your waist, his free hand ghosting along the length of your arm before threading his fingers through yours and pulling his lips away from your shoulder.

"Y/N, everyone's stealing glances at you," Irene spoke again.

"That's kind of the point, though," you muttered in response, lips unmoving. One sweeping gaze through the crowd had you quickly realizing that her usage of 'everyone' was barely an exaggeration; there were currently multiple pairs of eyes staring in your direction, as if they already suspected that you two were prudish impostors among their ranks.

"I think they're noticing that you're the only ones not watching. Or participating. You two need to do something now before you get thrown out and banned. If Anderssen doesn't show up tonight, we can't have you two on a 'persona non grata' list to muck up our whole operation."

"Well in that case," you gritted through your teeth, weaving your body out of Magnus' hold. "We best find someone to pass the time with. I'll keep an eye out for Anderssen and--"

As you began to walk away, you were abruptly pulled back into Magnus' arms, wrapping around you and cradling the back of your head as he laid his lips on yours in a fervent kiss. Your protests quickly died in a squeak at the back of your throat as his lips moved against yours with an apparent desperation, all the air leaving your lungs as he lifted you off the ground and walked to the other side of the corridor to pin you between his body and the wall.

"Magnus, what are you on?" you hissed, your moans silenced before they could escape you with the chilling knowledge that any sounds coming from the two of you would be heard by the team. He proceeded to press his lips along the column of your neck, and you watched in a daze as he took out his earbud before kissing his way back up to your mouth, framing your face as he did so to mask the covert removal of your own earbud, tucking both devices into his coat pocket.

His hands returned to your face, thumbs stroking across your cheeks as his eyes held an almost unreal mix of tenderness and lust as his usual steely blue was almost fully black with how blown out his pupils were. "Fulländning," he whispered, a slight smile tugging at the sides of his mouth before he leaned in once again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before returning to your neck, his hands traveling down to slip between the thin mesh panels of your dress.

"This wasn't part of the plan," you moaned. "We were supposed to split up and--"

"If you must keep your cover with anyone here, it will be with me," he murmured against your skin, proceeding to bite and suck at a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder that had you moaning both at the thrills that were shooting all throughout your body and the knowledge that this actions would surely leave a mark.

If even just for a few days, you'd have something to look at to remember a fleeting moment where you could pretend you were his.

"You've cut us off comms," you managed to choke before your head fell against his shoulder, groaning out his name as he began to roll his hips into yours, pressing his hardening length against you.

"Would you rather you be moaning into their ears as well, sweet girl?" he panted, pressing his lips to the corner of your jaw, your wetness intensifying between your thighs as you felt his tongue flicking against your skin. "Your moans are for my ears and mine only. At least for tonight. Let me pretend you're mine."

"Yours," you whimpered, finding yourself unable to really hear his words beyond 'you're mine'. If you two were going to be in the business of pretending tonight, then maybe you could let yourself pretend, even while you were maintaining your cover, that the words coming out of him right now were real.

Only now that would beg the question…why was he asking you to let him pretend in turn?

You struggled to keep your wits about you, to both keep an eye out for Anderssen and make sure that the suspicions from the other attendees had stopped in their tracks. No…and no. Numerous pairs of eyes were still eyeing the two of you…and the currently clothed state of your false lover.

"No one's buying it," you hissed, failing to stifle a moan when his hands began to caress your thighs, wrapping around the back of your knees to hook your legs around him before he pressed his hips to yours again, your moans getting muffled as he slanted his mouth over yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to glide against your own.

Any suggestion you had to split up to attempt to blend in died on your lips the moment one of his hands slid between you and his fingers began to rub between your folds over the barely there piece of fabric trying to pass itself off as 'underwear', the contact making electricity shoot through your whole body and coaxing you into relaxing into his touch, giving in to the pleasure you always imagined he was capable of subjecting you to hidden behind his stern work persona.

If his intentions since the moment he kissed you hadn't been clear, they were bloody transparent now. You were going to blend in with the attendees of this party. Participate in the carnal acts that these wanton people were indulging in.

With him.

"They will." His words were filled with promise as he moved the fabric of your panties aside, smiling into your kiss as his fingers met the slicked undeniable evidence of your desire. He broke your kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before growling out, "Mine" and sliding his two middle fingers inside of you, the sound of your piercing moan and the back of your head hitting the wall behind you finally getting suspicious pairs of eyes to turn away from you.

You knew that after this case, hell after tonight, you'd need to probably get the process going for a transfer out of the department. You'd never be able to look him in the eye again after this. Engage in conversation with him. Ride in the passenger side of his patrol car.

Not without your mind going back to this exact moment. Whimpering his name as he pressed his lips to your neck, his fingers inside you and curling to stroke against that sweet spot that had you seeing stars when you closed your eyes, walking that fine line separating you from falling into ecstasy. All the while he would call you his between kisses, fueling the memories that would soon become fantasies you'd lose yourself in at night, alone in your bed.

His gorgeous temptress. His sweet girl. His Y/N.

The fantasies you'd had of him saying and doing almost exactly these things, you could live with. You'd lived with them for as long as you've known him.

The memories would haunt you and fuck you over in your waking thoughts and your dreams if he was so much as breathing the same air as you.

"Come back to me," he grunted, his lips finding yours in a fevered kiss. "I can feel you slipping away, älskling. Stay with me." He kept repeating those words, stay with me, between each kiss. When you felt yourself getting impossibly close to your climax -- a feat you truly didn't think any man was capable of at least for you -- he pressed harder against you, pushing his fingers even deeper into you as his free hand took one of yours and placed it against his trousered cock, groaning as he began to roll his hips into your touch. "Feel me. Know what you do to me."

All you could do was let out a whimper of his name as he continued to kiss you wherever his lips could reach. Pleas for him to never stop stuck in your throat and only coming out in desperate cries.

"Come for me," he grunted, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I want to feel you come apart."

You let out an obscene moan that could barely be drowned out by the music, your walls convulsing around his fingers as he eased you off of your high with more languid strokes. A strange tenderness washing over the moment as you felt Magnus' free hand stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Hold on to me, sweet girl," he commanded, the soft tone of his voice still managing to catch you off guard. Your hands weakly gripped at his shoulders, a whimper escaping you as he withdrew his fingers from inside you. Then it was as if the world stopped spinning as two things happened at once.

First, you felt him shuffling his pants down to the middle of his thighs, a moan dying in a weak whimper as you felt his hand lining himself to your entrance and making his way inside of you inch by torturous inch.

Second, your eyes scanned the crowd and landed on the reason you two were here in the first place.

"He's here," you  breathed out in a rush, your blood chilling as you stole another look at the killer. "And he's targeted me. We have to—" Words failed you the second he started moving inside you, the tip of his length brushing against a spot so deep inside of you that rendered you an incoherent wreck every time he brought his hips flush against yours.

"No." You looked at him in incredulity, the fierce possessiveness that was so evident in the way his brows furrowed together, the way his blackened orbs blazed as his gaze met yours, taking you aback. "You're mine. At least for tonight, sweet girl, you're mine." He reached into his coat pocket again, your eyes widening to a point of discomfort as you watched him securing his comms back in his ear.

"Magnus, what—"

He placed a hand over your mouth, holding you steady with his other hand on your hip as he continued to rock into you with languid movements. "Do you see him?" You could only hear his end of the conversation. "Follow him. Arrest him. Put him in holding for the night and we'll question him in the morning. And then turn off your feed into the club. That's an order."

You nearly considered it a good thing that he was keeping you quiet with his hand over your mouth, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to resist blurting out a cheeky little "Yes, Sir" with the tone he'd taken on.

When he placed the earpiece back in his coat, he moved his hand from your mouth to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss that felt so full of need that it made you burn for him even more so than you already did. You held on to him with everything you had, refusing to break the kiss as his thrusts began to take on a merciless pattern, hands holding your legs open as he drew back from you until only the head of his cock remained inside of you, only to bury his entire length in you in one fluid thrust until your hips snapped together.

"Du är säker, min älskade. Du är säker och du är min." He hooked your legs around him once more, working his hand between you to where your bodies were joined and rubbing his fingers in torturous circles over your clit.

"Magnus, please," you whined, your hips bucking into his touch and pulling him impossibly deeper inside of you as you began to lose control over yourself from him overwhelming you. "I can't--"

"Yes, sweet girl, you can. You will." He pressed his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth decadently. As if you two were truly just here to be with each other, and nothing else. "For me."

Your legs shook almost violently as your walls quivered around him, the room around you blurring into near nothing once again as you did your best to recover from your high, all the while only vaguely aware of the feel of him flooding you with his own release. 

As your breathing began to even out, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, the lights suddenly becoming a little too bright and the music a touch too loud while you were trying to center yourself. And then it felt like your entire body began to moan and scream as you started feeling Magnus moving inside of you again in tentative, shallow thrusts. The only coherent word that could come out of you was a whiny utterance of his name.

"Y/N," he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head in a manner that convinced you he seemed amused by the way you whined his name. "If this is the only time I get to make you mine, then I'm going to make it count."

You held on to him tighter, trying to breathe through the steady ramp up to another climax that he was already working you towards. "Do you really--oh fuck--want that?" It took nearly all your strength to lift your head and lean it against the wall behind you so you could look at him. "Do you want me to be yours?"

He leaned in for an impassioned kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth and gliding against your own as if he was trying to savor this moment with you before he answered. "More than anything."

You found no resistance left in you as a smile broke out on your face as you answered him, "Then I'm yours."

A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap for Magnus Martinsson for this collection! Big thanks to bestie @lokiprompts for sending the song over because I can 100% picture them in the smut scene while this is playing and I am living for it 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Translations: Fulländning – Perfection älskling – darling Du är säker, min älskade. Du är säker och du är min. – You're safe, my love. You're safe and you're mine.

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hypotheticals & distractions

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Summary: You and Magnus are tasked with the unfortunate duty of manning the phones through a Friday night and he decides you should play some games to pass the time.

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even think about it); oral (f receiving); fingering; horn dog Magnus; language (kinda?)

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers

"I suppose things could be worse…"

You looked up from the post-it you were doodling on to glare at Magnus, his tall frame and blonde curls currently a blur as he spun around aimlessly in his chair.

The two of you had drawn the short sticks and were stuck manning the phone for any 911 calls this otherwise fine Friday night. Meanwhile the rest of the team were currently either out enjoying drinks with their friends or going out on date night with their partners. Or sleeping at home.

"Oh yeah? How so, Martinsson?"

He stopped spinning in his chair to face you, his baby blue eyes shining with a hint of playfulness that had you feeling a faint ache in your heart for him. You'd done the cliche rookie move and developed a bit of a crush on the unjustifiably handsome detective, and while it made going to work a touch more fun when you were among your team, being alone with him in the station felt like absolute torture.

"I like looking at the brighter side of things, Y/N." Your pulse stuttered at the sound of your name coming from his lips. "I may be stuck here on a Friday night, but at least I'm stuck here on a Friday night with the prettiest woman in Ystad."

You threw a stress ball his way, aiming at his head. "You bloody goof." It was such an overused line and you knew it was, but it didn't stop the fluttering in your stomach at the notion of him calling you pretty. And he made it even worse by wheeling his chair over to you and crowding your space.

When he made it over to you, he flopped his head on your shoulder, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "You're on death row--"

"Excuse me?"

"We're playing Hypotheticals. Indulge me, please, darling?" You huffed and waved your hand in the air, giving him a signal to continue. "You're on death row and the prison guards are taking your order for your final meal. What are you getting?"

You thought it over for a few moments before answering, "A double cheeseburger with extra pickles, a chocolate milkshake, chili cheese fries--"

"What a discerning palate you have," he chuckled.

"Shut up it's my last meal, I don't give two fucks about hoity toity bullshittery. And then for dessert…an Oreo ice cream cake, a brewed coffee, and tiramisu gelato from Italy."

"Sounds like you're trying to die by sugar."

"Better than dying by execution. And besides, it's not like the calories would have a chance to even count considering I'm going to die in a matter of hours." He broke out chuckling at your answer, looking as if he was grading your answer somehow. "Alright then, since we're playing Hypotheticals, what're you going to want to eat before you get thrown out the land of the living?"

A devilish smile stretched across his face before he answered, "Pussy."

"Blech," you let out an amused sound of feigned disgust. "Magnus."

"Yours."

"MAGNUS!" You reached over to grab your stress ball from his hand and bopped it against his forehead repeatedly. The actions made him lift his head from your shoulder blocking his face from the stress ball.

"Alright, alright, I surrender!" the detective only a few months your senior said with his hands up, letting out a low giggle. "Next question--"

"Are you honestly not going to answer the first one?" You eyed him with incredulity lacing your every word.

"I already did," he shot back with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You threw the stress ball his way again. "Horn dog." You rolled your eyes at him catching the ball effortlessly and sending a cheeky little wink your way. "Fine. Next question."

He stood up and walked toward the security camera at the corner of the station, curiosity flooding you as he stood on a chair to reach over and unplug the cord from the back of the recording device. "You're stranded on a deserted island with only three things to keep you company until rescue comes and finds you. What're those three things?"

You briefly contemplated taking a page out of his book and giving a raunchy horn dog answer, but ultimately decided against it. "A Kindle to keep me from going mad. A water filtration system so I could actually drink the abundant water supply around me. And…a knife. To cut open coconuts, kill wildlife. I can't live on water alone."

"The Kindle would run out of battery," he called out from the area of the coffee vending machine, getting what would probably be his sixth cup since the team had left.

"Well then hypothetically speaking, this Kindle has unlimited battery." Your heart caught in your throat as he came back into view, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he walked back toward your desk, placing one of the two cups he was holding in front of you. "I'm almost afraid to ask but what're your three items?"

He sat at the edge of your desk, sipping his coffee, before answering. "Condoms--"

"You're alone on a desert island what the fuck would you need those for?" you asked, breaking out into a fit of laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"I'm getting there. Next would be…a communication device that we could use to contact any ships or planes that would pass our way."

"We--?"

He placed a finger over your mouth. "And lastly…a beautiful, brilliant woman equipped with a knife, a water filtration system, and a Kindle with unlimited battery." He moved his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb stroking across your cheekbone.

"Magnus…" you cautioned, your heart stuttering and your brain struggling to find words. "Hypothetically speaking, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

The only sound to come out of you was a squeak as you watched him lick his lips before leaning across your desk and placing a tender kiss on your lips. You did your best to bite back the whimper that threatened to leave you when he pulled away all too soon. "What if I told you, hypothetically speaking of course, that I've been thinking about doing that since you walked in to the station six months ago?"

"Then hypothetically I would tell you that for the last six months I've been hoping that you weren't mucking about whenever you seemed to be flirting."

"I was flirting." Something in you soared at his admission, as if a weight had been lifted off you that your crush was not unreturned.

"Hypothetically?"

He shook his head at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "We're done playing that game, sweet girl."

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss you again, the phone rang, breaking you both out of the moment. He instead leaned his forehead against you, groaning as he took one of the coins from the little container on your desk and tossed it in the air.

"Heads I take it," he called out as the coin landed in his palm and showed it to you. Tails.

With a sigh, you picked up the receiver. "Ystad police station."

"My husband tripped going down the stairs and we need an ambulance," a frantic elderly woman said from the other end. "I think his leg is broken."

Before you could respond, you felt his hand on your shoulder, moving aside the strap of your tank top and tilting your head to the side, his free hand working loose the bun in your hair to thread his fingers through the strands. "I'll patch you through to the Emergency Room so they can send an ambulance your way. Could you give me your address, please?"

You struggled to scribble down the address as the woman dictated it to you, finding it near impossible to focus the moment Magnus began to press his lips along the column of your neck. "How soon will the ambulance get here?"

"Consider them dispatched as soon as we end this call, ma'am," you responded, hearing the line go dead. You quickly dialed the emergency room and instructed them to dispatch an ambulance to the woman's location, struggling to get the words out as Magnus found a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder and focused his attentions there, pressing open mouthed kisses and lightly sucking on the spot. "What're you doing?" you gasped out after you placed the receiver back in its cradle.

"New game," he murmured against your skin. "Whenever that phone rings, we flip a coin. Whoever has to answer has to maintain their composure. While the other one distracts them."

Fucking hell, there's no way I'd win this, you hissed at yourself. "Is that why you unplugged the security cameras?"

He tucked his fingers under your chin, turning your head so that he could capture your lips in a deceptively lazy kiss, as if you'd been doing this for years rather than mere minutes. "Ja,Käraste."

"And how does one win this game, exactly?" You tried to not let it show that his words had such a jarring effect on you. Most Beloved. That was what he'd just called you.

"If we play it right, we both win." Before you could respond, the phone rang once again, making a visibly irritated look color his face before he tossed the coin in the air. "Heads you take it." You glared at him once he showed you the coin as he caught it in his palm. Heads.

"Next time I flip the ruddy coin," you grumbled as you picked up the receiver once again. "Ystad police station."

"I'm seeing smoke coming out of my neighbor's apartment and I think they're asleep!"

You had to suppress the gasp that wanted to escape you as you felt Magnus nudging your knees apart and hiking your skirt up your legs and tracing his lips in a trail up your inner thigh. 'What are you doing??' you mouthed to him frantically, only to receive a cheeky wink in response as he kept on kissing his way up the inside of your thigh.

"I can call the fire department and have a truck dispatched to your location to have it checked out." You bit your fist to keep from moaning as you felt Magnus move your panties to the side and run his tongue along the length of your slit before closing his lips on your clit. You took a sharp inhale through your nose before managing to choke out, "May I have your current location?"

How you managed to write down the address legibly while there was currently a curly-haired blond detective on his knees in front of you, your thigh propped on his shoulder while he continued to alternate between licking into your entrance and sucking at your clit, you'd never know. But he seemed determined to get you to crack once you'd phoned the fire department and gave out the address, increasing his pace and moaning against your skin as your labored breathing threatened to give you away.

"You're a menace," you whimpered as you placed the receiver back in the cradle, throwing your head back to let out an obscene moan of his name that echoed all around the empty station.

"Do you want me to stop?" You snapped your head forward to look at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he held your gaze while he placed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to the throbbing bud above your entrance.

"Don't you dare," you rasped, earning a smirk from him as he placed his mouth on you again, increasing his pace as you felt two sinfully long fingers enter you curling up and stroking against a spot inside of you that no previous lover had ever found. You were half-convinced you were born unfortunate to not even have that in you.

His free arm draped over your lower stomach, pinning you to your seat has he inched you closer and closer to your release. "Come, min kärlek," he groaned against you. "Now."

You weren't sure if it was his command or the way that his growling of the word against your skin sent the most delicious tremors throughout your body that pushed you over the edge, your hips bucking against his hold on you. You could feel him smirking against you as he withdrew his fingers from you and lapped at your release with abandon, holding your hips still and making you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

The next few moments were spent hoping that that phone wouldn't ring as you tried to catch your breath, your mind foggy and your throat scratched from screaming Magnus' name without a care if it would have awoken the entirety of Ystad in the process. From the back of your mind you were vaguely aware of him pressing kisses down your leg as he covered your legs with the bunched up fabric of your skirt before standing and hovering over you to press his lips to your cheek in a tender kiss.

"When they return and relieve us of this shift, I'm bringing you home and finishing what we started here tonight," he murmured into your ear before pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. He began to work his lips toward your neck when the phone rang again, causing him to let out a frustrated sound before he wrapped his arm around you before standing to his feet and pulling you up with him.

You tossed the coin from your desk into the air. "Tails I take it," you called out as the coin landed in your hand, a delighted smile stretching across your face as you saw the side on which it landed. Heads.

He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to your temple before picking up the receiver. "Ystad police station."

A lascivious grin stretched across your face as you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him to sit down on the chair, making quick work to position yourself on his lap, straddling his hips. You stifled a giggle when you could hear his voice wavering as he spoke to the person on the other end, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw before tracing the shell of his ear with your tongue and whispering, "My turn."

A/N: Welcome to the first Magnus story in this collection 😏😏 I had a hell of a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it as well. As always, thank you all so much for all the love you've given to this collection so far, especially to the authors who have put out stories and joined in on this project of mine 🥹

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How about

Congratulations! Magnus Martinsson (or Tom or anyone really) line - "I guess it's the price of love, I know it's not cheap." Song: Ultra violet by U2.

a/n: Getting inspiration for this took me a little while, but in the end I had an idea - and I absolutely love it! 😄 Hope you like it too, nonny! And thank you! ☺️

Warnings: police things, mentions of injuries, guns and some violence, fluff

Word Count: 1070

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Based on this song:

Lifesaver

"Mags, what's wrong? You've been so quiet the whole day..." You asked your colleague and boyfriend, while putting on your bullet proof vest. The man with the curly, blonde hair huffed out a breath, worried blue eyes meeting yours. "I... I don't want you to go with us to the cash handover." You frowned. "Why?" Magnus sighed, running a hand through his luscious curls. "Because it's dangerous, min älskling. I don't want you to put your life on the line." The frown on your face turned into a compassionate look. "Oh Mags... I understand you, I really do, but it's my job. Just like it's yours." You stepped closer to him and placed your hands on his bullet proof vest clad chest. "Besides, I could say the same. You put your life on the line as well. Not just me." "I know, but-" "No buts. It's our job. We have to do it. Both, me and you; keep each other safe. We can't retreat from this." Magnus hung his head, but started to nod. "Yes, you're right."

An hour later, you were huddled up behind a tree; gun drawn and heart pounding in your chest. Magnus was only a few feet away from you, hiding behind a thick tree as well. You were silently watching the cash handover and had the order from Kurt to stay put and only intervene if something would go wrong. You and Magnus were so to speak the backup. You really hoped, that neither of you had to act and intervene, but of course, it wasn't going how you wished...

The two men you were after - who held one of your colleagues as a hostage, looked through Kurt's plan. Suddenly things went out of hand and they were escaping with screeching tyres. Then you heard a gunshot, firing from beside you. Magnus. He had hit one of their tyres, making sure they didn't get far. You looked over at him, who gave you a nod, panting. "Let's get going! I'll be right behind you, just checking in on Kurt and the others." "Alright." You nodded and started to run through the woods, into the direction the car headed.

You found it about five minutes later. They crashed, drove against a tree. You approached the damaged car cautiously, step after step. Carefully checking the front and back seats, you found just one of the two men. The driver. He was unconscious, with a gashing wound on his head. The other man was gone. All you had left to check was the trunk. That he was hiding there was most unlikely, but maybe they hid your colleague in there. After ordering an ambulance over your walkie-talkie, you circled back around the car and quickly opened the trunk. Nothing. A sigh left your lips, before you took a deep breath.

You never felt pain, though. The bullet never hit you. Confused and blinking you opened your eyes, which widened immediately. It hit Magnus.

Just as you wanted to close the trunk again, you heard a gun click behind you. Shit. "Det är över! Kasta din pistol och vänd långsamt! Händerna ovanför huvudet!" You had no choice. The man was right. It was over. So, you did what he said and threw away your gun, lifted your hands above your head and turned around slowly, facing him. The man had his gun pointed at you, hand shaking. You felt your heart speeding up once again, breath labouring. You were trained for this and yet you fought the urge to ran – which would have most likely been your death sentence. Words were all you had left, so you decided to use them. "Det behöver inte gå ner så här. Vi kan-" You tried to talk sense into the man, but he didn't listen, interrupted you immediately. "Ja det har." He rasped, before readjusting his aim, ready to shoot. After that, everything happened so fast. The man pulled the trigger, causing you to close your eyes, ready to feel the impact from the bullet. Then you heard another gunshot - and Magnus's voice, yelling from somewhere near you.

Your brain needed a moment to catch up, everything around you happening in slow motion. Another one of your colleagues had shot the man, while Kurt came running towards your hurt boyfriend, who laid on the hard ground in front of you, bleeding. Magnus had thrown himself into the shot. He had risked his life in order to save your life. In that moment, you realised. "Oh gods," you mumbled, stumbling forwards to your knees beside Kurt, who already was about to give Magnus first aid. "I-Is he...?" Your words got stuck in your throat. You weren't able to say it. Kurt shook his head. "No, he luckily isn't." You then checked on Magnus body as well, tears blurring your vision. The man had shot him in his shoulder and he had hit his head as he fell, as a wound on the back of his head told you. That was why Magnus was unconscious. You were like petrified, didn't know what to do. You were shocked, staring at your boyfriend's wound, which was bleeding - a lot.

Everything happened in a blur from that point on. About an hour later, you found yourself sitting on a chair beside the hospital bed, Magnus was laying in, eyes fixated on the man you loved, waiting for him to wake up. He did, luckily, after quite a while...

The blonde-haired man blinked his eyes open, groaning. "Mags... Hey..." You whispered, smiling. He needed a minute to adjust. "What happened?" You pressed your lips into thin line, smiling an uptight smile. "You got shot. Threw yourself in front of me, saving me." A loopy smile crept up your boyfriend's face. "Right... I remember." You shook your head, frowning. "Why did you do this? You could've died..." A small laugh escaped his lips. "I just did what you said, min älskling... Keeping each other safe... I kept you safe." Damn... You inhaled sharply. "Y-Yes, but-" He meekly shook his head. "No buts. I had to. Besides, I love you - and sometimes you do stupid things when you're in love, you know..." Magnus smiled again, dazzling blue eyes meeting yours, as he reached for your hand. "I guess it's the price of love... I know it's not cheap - but I am gladly willing to pay it as often as I have to."

Translation:

> "Det är över! Kasta din pistol och vänd långsamt! Händerna ovanför huvudet!" means in English "It's over! Drop your gun and turn slowly! Hands above your head!"

> "Det behöver inte gå ner så här. Vi kan-" means in English "It doesn't have to go down like this. We can-"

> "Ja det har." means in English "Yes it has."

> min älskling = my darling