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cinnikiroll · 5 months ago

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you'll always be mine (dwayne pride x female reader)

Summary: You thought you'd escaped your relationship with Douglas Hamilton. But then he shows up when you least expect it.

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The sweet scent of flowers wafted through the air as you cursorily scanned the wedding venue for what felt like the hundredth time.

You couldn't believe you were getting married to the Dwayne Pride, beloved by all of New Orleans. Any woman worth her salt would die to even be looked at by Dwayne, and here you were, the most unworthy human being in the city, marrying him.

After your past relationship, which was more than a little painful and traumatic, you didn't think you deserved anything good. It had taken a long while and a great deal of patience on both your end and Dwayne's to heal your wounds, and even then, there were still scars left behind. But he was a kind and loving man, and he accepted you for who you were, scars and all.

Hearing a wedding march being hummed behind you, you turned around to see Loretta Wade, her arms full of boxes doubtlessly containing decorations. When the two of you made eye contact, she placed the boxes down and rushed to hug her. Loretta gave the best hugs- warm, motherly, and full of reassuring strength. You could use all the strength you could get at this point.

"Anxious about tomorrow?"

She asked, her expert doctor's eye noticing the way you were shifting on your feet and playing with the hem of your shirt.

At first, you didn't want to admit how you felt. Why would you be feeling anxious on the day before the biggest event of your life? You were supposed to be happy, not sick to your stomach and going through scenarios in your head where everything went wrong.

But then you saw the genuine concern in Loretta's gentle dark eyes, and you sighed deeply, knowing that lying would be pointless.

"I don't know why!"

You exclaimed, the anger you were directing at yourself evident in your tone.

Loretta frowned at your sudden change in tone and placed her hands on your shoulders, directing you to look her straight in her eyes and never look away. She was about to lecture you, you knew it.

With yet another sigh, you made eye contact with her, and prepared to take your medicine.

"My dear. Being anxious before a wedding is normal. I know I sure was before my own!"

She laughed, but it was a bitter laugh, full of pain.

You knew that her ex husband had not been a good partner, what with his constantly controlling and possessive behavior. It killed you to know that such a sweet woman had to experience such pain. She didn't deserve it.

Nobody deserves to be in a relationship like that, you thought to yourself, then begrudgingly added, not even you.

Your ex boyfriend, Douglas Hamilton- yes, that Douglas Hamilton, the mayor of New Orleans- hadn't been physically abusive in any way, nor did he ever verbally berate you (at least, not typically). But he was a busy man, and all the work he had to do left his nerves constantly frayed. It was a constant struggle, coming home and not knowing whether he'd be in a good mood and snuggle with you or be in a foul mood and throw things around like an Olympic discus thrower.

Whenever you approached him and tried to address his volatile emotions, he would get upset and constantly tell you that "it's normal" and that you were "just overreacting". He constantly assured you that he'd never physically hurt you, that he loved you, but living in the same house with someone like him ended up doing irreversible damage to your psyche.

So you left him.

It was a messy breakup, to say the least. Douglas had screamed, thrown a glass at you and cut your forehead, and then proceeded to cry and beg you to come back to him, insisting that you didn't know and could never know how much he loved you.

You had wound up kicked out of the home you'd lived in for years- you had lived in Douglas' home, but when you broke up, he had kicked you out without even letting you gather your belongings first- and alone on a late night in New Orleans.

Terrified and injured, you ran to the first public place you found, which happened to be the Trutone. Dwayne had been closing up, but when he saw you, he gladly ushered you in, treated your wounds, and, after hearing your story, offered you a home in the spare room of his apartment.

At first, you didn't trust him at all, not wanting to get into yet another toxic relationship. But as time went on, you learned that Dwayne was nothing more than a teddy bear with a professional facade. He would gladly listen to your pain anytime, and always promised to be there for you when you needed him, and he was.

Years passed, and you never saw Douglas again. His behavior and the way he manipulated you would forever scar you, but with Dwayne as your caretaker and lover, you had nothing to fear. Even if your crazy ex boyfriend did come by to pester you- which you doubted very highly judging by the fact that years had passed with no sign of him- you were safe and secure in the knowledge that you would never be hurt by him as long as your boyfriend was there to protect you.

After five painstakingly long, excruciatingly beautiful years of dating, Dwayne proposed to you. The proposal was a simple affair, as befitting his personality, but you couldn't have asked for more. You accepted, obviously, and that had led you to this situation...

"Dear? What is it?"

Loretta's sweet voice was a dam in the flowing river of your memories, stopping them short and bringing you back to the current time.

"Just... remembering the past, Loretta."

Your tone was melancholy, and she noticed that immediately. Knowing you were most likely remembering your previous relationship with Douglas, she pulled you into her arms again and held you tightly, stroking your back with her strong hands. The repetitive smooth motions of her callused palms, felt through the thin material of your shirt, brought you comfort, and you smiled up at the medical examiner, who winked cheekily in response.

Eventually, after what felt like a painfully short duration of time, Loretta let go of you and picked up her boxes again, busying herself with putting the final touches on the wedding venue's decorations.

As you turned to go, she called out to you one last time.

"My dear?"

You perked up, and turned to look at her.

"Yes, Loretta?"

"Nothing is going to go wrong. Try to relax and be excited."

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You almost believed Loretta's previous statement. After all, you were almost through your vows, and besides Percy and LaSalle getting into a fight in the back row over something that was most likely pointless, no major crises had occurred.

Dwayne was an Adonis in his simple black tuxedo. His gray-blue eyes sparkled enticingly in the bright natural light of the room, like a cloudy sky. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but you had to refrain from carrying out on your urge until the minister allowed the two of you to kiss.

"If anyone here can think of any reason why these two people before me should not be joined together in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

At first, there was silence, as expected. The minister opened his mouth to continue, and a voice called out from the back of the aisle.

"I'd like to give my reason!"

Hearing that voice sent chills up your spine, and you unwittingly leaned closer to Dwayne, needing his touch, his strength, to anchor you.

The whole hall fell silent, all eyes on the protestor, who happened to be your ex boyfriend, Douglas Hamilton.

"Speak, sir."

The minister instructed, looking as shocked as everyone else at the sudden incursion.

Douglas took a deep breath and tousled his hair before speaking. Every last word he said made you tremble, and you yearned, more than anything, for Dwayne's comforting arms to be around you in that moment. But he was distracted, eyeing Douglas with hatred so thick and palpable you could reach out and touch it.

"I'll put it to you plain and simple, Minister. This woman does not, and never will, belong to Dwayne Pride."

You noticed Dwayne's hands clench into fists at that, the anger in his body visible through the whites of his knuckles showing.

Looking up at him with tears in your eyes, you silently begged him to say something, anything, to end this nightmare. But he didn't. He just stood and silently listened to Douglas' barrage of lies.

"She was mine for several years. We had a pleasant relationship, an amicable one, full of mutual respect and other... good Christian values."

You scoffed at that and muttered, "Bullshit," in a low voice, not wanting the minister to hear your sacreligious language. Dwayne met your eyes and nodded, evidently agreeing with that expletive.

"But then, one night, she just left me. I didn't know where she was, I searched for years, worried sick!"

Silently, tearfully, you pleaded with Dwayne not to believe his lies, to keep on loving you. He still hadn't acknowledged you at all, minus that slight head nod earlier, and it was making you sick with anxiety. If only he could just hold your hand, pat it, anything to show that he still cared!

"You and I both know that's a lie, Hamilton!"

Your pleas were answered, as Dwayne began to walk towards Douglas with his fists raised in a combative gesture. Loretta, LaSalle, Percy, and Gregorio all leapt up from their seats, ready for anything. You noticed the silhouette of a pistol in LaSalle's pocket, and silently prayed it didn't come to that.

The minister, who was now very confused and wanted desperately to avoid all out conflict, called out in a deep, resonant voice, hands raised to the sky as if he was praying during mass.

"Is there anyone here who can corroborate Mr. Hamilton's claims?"

"Mayor Hamilton," Douglas hissed angrily, always a stickler for making everyone know his rank and power.

"All men are equal in God's eyes, sir."

The minister retorted, evidently not a fan of Douglas' combative personality.

Nobody responded to the minister's previous question, leaving Douglas the lone supporter of his protest. One voice alone, raised in protest, led to nothing, and the NCIS team ended up escorting him out despite his protests and threats of violence against them.

While Douglas was being led away, you looked up at Dwayne, who still was visibly shaken and angry.

"Love?"

You whispered in a shaky voice, not expecting a response but deeply desiring one.

"Darlin'... you're safe. He's gone. We're safe."

His voice was gruff with emotion, and as he pulled you into his strong arms, you felt as if the world was melting around you, leaving the two of you alone together while everyone else disappeared.

"Everything he said-"

You said in a voice choked by tears.

"Shhh... I know. They're all lies. I know..."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"You may now kiss the bride."

The minister's consent shocked both you and Dwayne into silence, and the whole audience stared at the two of you as you stood in the middle of the aisle, looking up at one another with burning passion in your eyes.

"Dwayne-"

"I love you."

Dwayne locked his lips with yours, immediately seeking entrance with his tongue. You opened your mouth slightly, and his tongue entered, moving about and spreading the taste of bourbon and beignets all through your mouth.

You groaned softly, feeling your body grow pliant against his strong muscular chest. As you melted into a puddle in his arms, he finally decided to remove his lips from yours, and the audience cheered and clapped.

"You'll always be mine."

He murmured in a low, sultry voice, his lips lingering near yours again.

A soft moan was all you could manage as his lips connected to yours again, and the euphoria you felt repeated once again.

#ncis new orleans #ncis nola #ncis nola fanfic #please comment #reblogging is appreciated #dwayne pride x reader #marriage #douglas hamilton #wedding crashers

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crouchingapple · 7 months ago

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YOU SO FINE DWAYNE PRIDE

#dwayne pride #ncis new orleans #ncis nola #dwayne pride x yn #dwayne pride imagine

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bertruce · 3 months ago

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Woman of NCIS

One of the reasons I love NCIS is that they can afford to cast the same actor in different roles. Within the same show or within the NCIS-universe.

For example, Melinda McGraw. She played Gibbs' first ex-wife and Fornell's wife - Diane in NCIS. SHE PLAYED GREATLY! The unstoppable dangerous red-haired hurricane Diane.

Also Melinda McGraw played Gina Powell in NCIS: New Orleans. A woman from Pride's past (s5e5).

I love Diane, I love Melinda. And I think I'm ready to love Gina.

#ncis #ncis new orleans #ncis nola #Melinda McGraw #tobias fornell #leroy jethro gibbs

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ncruuk · 9 months ago

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NCIS is approaching the airdate of its 1000th episode, across (I think) 5 shows.

Star Trek (across everything episodic, that's 12 shows) has 902 episodes which come from 47 seasons including some commissioned but not yet aired/made*

Before anyone asks, Law and Order across its 7 shows is apparently 1,340 episodes.

Conclusion: We need more 22 episode long seasons of Star Trek (but with better lighting and whimsical moments and so on obviously!)

*according to Wikipedia and yes, I checked the 47 seasons count included to be aired, but am assuming the 902 is correct because brain is running out of braining for the day)

#ncis hawai’i #ncis new olreans #ncis sydney #ncis nola #ncis #ncis los angeles #kacy #star trek deep space nine #star trek picard #star trek voyager #star trek #janeway x seven #i dont know why I thought about this now #dont get me started on the representation across the three titles #star trek chapeau #space diversity for the win #love me my ncis lady lovers #poor serena southerlyn

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year ago

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Hi hello sorry I’ve been MIA for 84 years

I was externing at my private practice back home and long story short just got out of the hospital for a nasty cat bite on my hand 💀

I’m watching NCIS whilst recovering (finally made it to the NOLA ep in season 11 aka falling in love with Dwayne Pride as we speak) and can’t really type rn so I shall post a lil DiNozzo work that’s been sitting in my drafts 🖤

#tony dinozzo imagine #coming soon to a tumblr near you #but also like #why do I love old men so much #it’s a curse #missed yall #cat bites are no joke bro #in my defense she had horrible dental disease #just a lil pasteurella infection 💅✨#ncis #ncis nola

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raurquiz · 10 months ago

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#happybirthday @levarburton #levarburton #actor #director #LaForge #startrek #thenextgeneration #voyager #generations #firstcontact #insurrection #nemesis #startrekpicard #readingrainbow #roots #ncisnola #Transformers #RescueBots #WeirdCity #NancyDrew #Leverage #Redemption #bhm   

#happybirthday #levar burton #actor #director #geordi laforge #startrek #the next generation #voyager #generations #first contact #insurrection #nemesis #star trek picard #reading rainbow #roots #ncis nola #transformers #rescue bots #weird city

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talkteav · 2 months ago

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Look at these cover images- it almost seems like someone’s bragging, as if he knew the number one spot was his.😆

Talk about sitting pretty!🥊

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months ago

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The Storm: Dwayne Pride x Reader

Tagging: @mandy426 @Keyweegirlie @Luckyladycreator2 @Elixae @buckysteveloki-me

Companion piece to:

Ro - Dwayne starts to see you in a different light.

Roses - Dwayne realises you’re being courted.

Waiting - Dwayne can't stand to see you with another man.

The night of the hurricane nobody knows where you are, not your family, not your friends, not the two men that love you more than life itself. At first Dwayne thinks you must be with Douglas, he knows there are specific protocols for the Mayor and his loved ones, he assumes you’ll be squared away somewhere safe.

It’s the panicked phone call he gets from Douglas that makes him realise you’re not where you’re supposed to be.

“She wouldn’t come to the shelter Dwayne, I tried but she wanted to be out there helping people, doing her job. Now I can’t get hold of her and this things it’s about to hit.”

His heart stops beating in his chest because Dwayne, he remembers what happened the last time you were trapped out in a storm like this. You’d almost died back in Georgia when one of the offshoots of Katrina hit, he thanks his lucky stars that you’d managed to keep your head above the water for as long as you did.

“I’ll do what I can to track her down.” He promises Douglas because the one thing the two of them can agree on is your safety.

The storm intensifies, the wind shaking the windows of the NCIS building, the rain pelting the glass. The thunder roars and the lighting flashes and all Dwayne can think about is you, out there scared, alone.

He’s on this fourth round of calls when you force your way through the door. His head snaps up from his desk and he’s on his feet immediately. You look like hell. You’re drenched from head to toe, your clothes soaked thorough, there’s leaves twisted up in your gnarled hair and there’s a scrape on you face that definitely needs looking at.

“Ro.” He whispers as he steps towards you. He can’t express the relief that rushes through his body at the sight of you standing there before him. He cradles your face between his hands, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “You scared the hell out of us sugar.”

“I had a neighbour, she’s elderly, she needed help.” You tell him through chattering teeth. “Once I got her squared away, I beelined for here to see what I could do to help but the storm…”

You lose your words then and Dwyane’s hands drift to your shoulders. You’re ice cold and soaked through. He’ll be lucky if you don’t go hypothermic.

The first order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes and into something warm. He sits you down in one of the plush red leather chairs in the alcove before he runs upstairs to grab a few clothes left over from the time he used to stay here. He ends up with a faded Jazz Fest t-shirt and a pair of sweats that have seen much better days.

The lights flicker above him and he knows the two of you don’t have long before the hurricane hits. He sends you off to the bathroom to change before he sets up shop in the pantry.

Hurricane protocols instruct that you take up refuge in a small interior room on the lowest level of the building during the storm, away from windows with as many walls as possible in between you and the outside. When you step into the shelter, there’s a makeshift bed on the floor with just enough space for the two of you, a battery powered lamp and a small collection of water and snacks.

“I’m sorry.” He says as he gestures at the close proximity. “I thought I’d be here on my own, I’ve tried to make it as comfortable as possible.”

“It’s fine.” You say quietly and he thinks from your demeanour you may still be in shock from your earlier experience.

He gives you a minute to get settled before he closes the door behind the two of you, securing it the best he can. He turns on the storm light and it illuminates the small space. You’re already underneath the blankets when he climbs in alongside of you.

“It’ll probably be best to try and get some sleep.” He tells you as his cheek comes to rest on the pillow. “They’ll be a lot of work to do after the storm.”

There’s an intimacy in this he hasn’t anticipated. He’s done his best over the past few months to keep his distance from you but it all comes down to this. He’s about to spend the night, sleeping next to the woman he loves.

You’re still shaking, he realises, whether it’s from the cold or the anxiety of this whole situation he isn’t sure.

“Ro.” He says softly. “What do you need?”

A flush creeps across your cheeks and he can’t help but reach out and brush your damp hair away from your features.

“Can you…” You trail off because it’s such an embarrassing thing to ask of the man whose supposed to be your boss. “Can you just hold me? I need…”

To be warm…

To feel safe.

“I can do that.” He whispers as he gathers you up close, tucking you in against his form.

You can feel the heat of his body emitting through your t-shirt as you bury your face into the curve of his neck and Dwayne he inhales sharply at the sensation because being with you like this, it does things to a man. He tunes into the sound of your breathing, the even raise and fall of your chest, you’re starting to drift off now, he can feel you relaxing against him.

“You’re safe Ro.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your hairline. “You’re safe right here with me.”

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#dwayne pride #dwayne pride x reader #ncis new orleans #ncis nola

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crazycurly-77 · 7 months ago

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First Impressions

It was your first day as NCIS probie in the bureau in New Orleans and you were sooo excited. And yes, you were nervous, too. You had heard a lot of the people working here.

They were working really hard, but they knew how to enjoy life and they are as close as family. But the most amazing thing you heard was that the boss Dwayne Pride was not only really good looking, but was called “king” and was able to cook like a chef.

“You are to work in the bureau in NOLA with Dwayne Pride” the director said to you. YESSS!!! As you heard that you jumped around with joy laughing. You couldn't wait to begin.

So now you were standing in front of a police officer. “Hey, I'm Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N and this is my first day here. Can you let me in?” The officer smiled “yes, I know. Pride told me that you will come. Welcome to New Orleans” and opened the door.

Wow, so this is the office where you will be working. But where were they? You stood in the middle of the room all by yourself.

Okay, more time to choose one of the desks to work on. On your right side was a nice desk standing in front of a window. This was yours!

Happily you walked over to it and sat down in the chair. “Woooowww…sooo good. Yes, that's it” you thought.

Then you began to arrange the things that were standing on the desk, like the computer, the phone and so on…

“Are you sitting good?” came suddenly a voice from directly in front of you.

Because you were busy with making yourself at home at the desk which you selected for yourself, you didn't look up and just answered “Yeah, absolutely. Especially the chair is quite comfortable.”

“Do you want a coffee?” were you asked again. “Yeah, that would be really fine. I like it black with a little sip of milk to it, thanks a lot.”

Still you were shuffeling with all the papers on the desk and wondered “who was sitting there before me? There are so many reports there!” but since there was nowhere a name to find…

Shortly after your wondering, a cup of coffee appeared in your line of sight and it smelled wonderful.

You thanked your hero who brought you this essence of life and took a sip of the hot drink.

As you were reveling in the very good taste with your eyes closed you were addressed once again. This time it sounded as if the questioner was mildly laughing. He said “I’m glad that the coffee is apparently to your liking, but if you have nothing against it, I would like to sit at my desk and do my work in filling out the reports.”

This made you freeze in surprise so that you looked up the first time to see who was standing before you and you gulped.

Before you were standing Dwayne Pride, your new boss and you were sitting at his desk.

“Oops” you said in your embarrassment and your head started burning.

After a few seconds in which he simply stood there and watched you, he laughed out loud and said “Nevermind, welcome to the family!”

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#ncis #ncis nola #dwayne pride #dwayne cassius pride #dwayne king pride #dwayne pride x reader

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stanathanxoox · 1 month ago

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That Was Good Work

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"that was good work" - Dwayne Pride x reader

Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath again. It felt like an eternity since you’d been able to hold a normal amount of oxygen in your lungs. A hand on your shoulder has you jumping, before you relax into the touch and you turn your head to look over at your boss, friend and most importantly lover

“That was good work, Y/N. Ya saved us all” he declares as you look behind him to see your team mates standing there, all in various stages of recovery just like you were.

“Did we get him though, our suspect?” you whisper and he shakes his head

“Blew ‘imself up in the explosion” he admits and you sigh. Sometimes it really did suck when things like that happened, there wasn’t going to be justice for your Chief Petty Officer who was laying in the morgue, and all because the man who had killed him decided to play martyr.

“Guess it wasn’t meant to be” you say looking up at Dwayne and he frowns, before pulling you into his arms and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“We will find a way to get the proper justice Y/N” he promises and you nod, feeling numb.

Tag List: @tiva-jenry-caskett-rizzles-densi, @jimmybpride, @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy, @nikkiwierden, @samchelforever007, @kirkspockbones, @xoncisxncislaxncisnolaox, @lasalle-pride-sebastian-love, @haliannej, @brooklyn-99-amyxjake, @mizzezm, @genius2050, @twilight-twihard, @cullencoven2019, @wxlfgirlx, @luciferxchloeislove, @drethanramsey-ismybabe, @sawyer-oakley-is-mighty-fine, @loverofoneshots, @aelin-thefirebreathingbitchqueen @kmc1989

Tag List for NCIS/NCIS NOLA: @powerpuffbubbles, @diaryofafan17, @thebeckyjolene

Tag for NCIS NOLA: @flight-of-a-robin

Tag List for Pride: @aryaarathornson, @mack-jay, @thebeckyjolene

#ncis new orleans #ncis nola #ncis nola imagine #ncis nola fic #ncis nola x reader #dwayne pride #dwayne pride imagine #dwayne pride x reader

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mashmaiden · 9 months ago

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Is anyone here gonna be around watching/chatting about the 1000th episode special tonight?

I'm trying to figure out if I should pull up the east coast feed to watch jointly with everyone.

I'd love to get to live blog with y'all again! *sniffle*

#ncis #ncis verse #ncis la #ncis nola #ncis sydney #ncis hawaii #plus the new ones

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cinnikiroll · 4 months ago

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the unspeakable secret (dwayne pride x reader)

Summary: When Dwayne and the reader get married for an undercover case, the reader questions whether Dwayne loves them or not. When something terrible happens, Dwayne realizes his mistake.

Word Count: 1,814 words

Trigger Warnings: Blood and injury

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It was hard to be a wife.

You had already known that, but you underestimated just how hard being one would be, especially when your husband didn't love you back.

Although it was hard to blame him for his lack of love. The two of you were just meant to be married for an undercover mission. It wasn't supposed to be official at all, and you were meant to break up and never speak of it again the moment the mission was over.

But, unfortunately, there was a mistake with the registrar's office, and now you were officially filed as a married couple.

At first, you had been in denial over it. Surely this had to be a joke, right? There was no way that such a great mistake could have occurred. Dwayne was just trying to play around with you, trying to make the typical fear you felt during an undercover operation disappear.

But when the realization set in, you were rather pleased.

You'd never admit it, but you had a crush on Dwayne ever since your first day at the New Orleans field office. His deep baritone voice, easy smile, and fatherly demeanor brought comfort to your heart, even on your hardest days.

Denying those feelings were useless. They were evident in every atom of your body, every breath you drew into your lungs, filling the air around you with the sweetness of love.

But being Dwayne's wife?!

Now, there was a dream you never thought could be fulfilled until now.

When the two of you returned home from the undercover operation, the team constantly teased you over your newly created bond. Percy bought you matching tumblers, LaSalle saved you in his contacts with Pride as your surname, and Sebastian exclusively called you, 'Dwayne's spouse'. It was irritating at first, but it became endearing in a sense after a while.

You had never really lived in a great apartment all your many years in New Orleans. The one you lived in currently was moldy, with peeling wallpaper and neighbors that would constantly have fights with one another seemingly uncaring of the early hour during which they were having their rather loud altercations.

Dwayne, out of the kindness of his heart, offered you a room in his apartment above the Trutone free of charge. At first you were hesitant to take it, not wanting to infringe on his already limited space, but after he made a joke that, "It's the least a husband could do," you begrudgingly accepted.

Living with him was good, at first. The two of you didn't disturb each other's lives at all, even though you woke up at similar times and had to share things like a closet, one chest of drawers, and the bathroom- which was a hard commodity to learn to share.

But then, time passed, and your relationship remained stagnant. The inaction Dwayne took to show any kind of affection towards you, despite the two of you being married, irritated you greatly. You tried to express your emotions to him, to tell him that you craved more affection than he most likely could ever show you, but every time the two of you got somewhere in your conversation, one of you was summoned back to the office for a case.

One night, the two of you were sitting at the dinner table, eating a very pleasantly spiced jambalaya, when you decided to bring up the topic of your relationship again.

"Dwayne?"

You murmured in a soft voice, noticing that he looked deep in thought.

Your hand unconsciously moved closer to his, trying to link together, but he jerked away from your touch as if burned. When he spoke, his voice was rough and husky with unspoken emotions, a sign that something was definitely on his mind.

"Yes, darlin'?"

Darlin'. You call me that, yet you never show me any evidence that you truly love me. You're just a liar...

You thought bitterly, trying not to let your anger show.

"We need to talk about us. About this relationship."

Your firm tone caused Dwayne's brow to furrow in concern. His hand, which had previously moved away from yours, now grasped yours tightly, stroking your knuckles slowly with the pad of his thumb.

"What's wrong with us?"

He asked, genuinely sounding concerned.

"You never-"

Your explanation was cut off by your ringing phone. Sighing deeply, you pulled it out of your pocket and answered, knowing already who had called you and where you needed to go.

While still on the phone with LaSalle, you grabbed your sweater and car keys, looking back at Dwayne sadly.

Guess tonight's not the right time either.

You thought somewhat angrily as you left for the NCIS office.

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Dwayne awoke from a rather restless nap with a burning headache and the distinct sense that something was terribly wrong.

Upon completely examining the whole apartment three times to find no problems, he still couldn't banish the feeling of dread that was swimming around in his gut like an extremely tenacious fish.

Distracted by worries of what this feeling could mean, he didn't expect his phone to suddenly ring. The loud sound made him jump out of his skin, but he quickly recovered, rushing over to his bedside table to grab his phone and answer it.

"Dwayne..."

Your voice was speaking on the other end, but something was clearly wrong with you. You never sounded that quiet before... and was that a moan of pain he could hear?!

"Darlin'?! It's four thirty in the morning! Where are you?"

Dwayne tried to keep the overwhelming feeling of panic that was suddenly flowing through him out of his voice, but it was hard. Hearing you so weak, clearly injured... it triggered feelings in him he didn't know he had.

Well, he admitted begrudgingly, I knew I loved them since the first day we met. I was just too shy to admit it...

As he dwelled more and more on his unspoken love for you, a realization came to him that stopped his heart for a moment. He froze, overcome with sorrow, and the waves of panic threatened to drown him.

What if he could never express his love?

What if you were dying, out somewhere in the cold city, alone, without him by your side?

What if you breathed your last breath not knowing how much he loved you?!

No! He couldn't let that happen! He couldn't!

With tears threatening to spill from his eyes, Dwayne grabbed his car keys and raced down the stairs two at a time, trying to comfort you as he frantically rushed to be by your side.

"Baby, where are you?! I'm coming right now, just tell me where you are!"

Your weak voice managed to say your location, and then the line went dead.

"No! No, darlin'! You can't do this to me! You can't! You have to stay alive, you hear me?! Please..."

Dwayne stepped on the gas as hard as he could, willing to risk anything to reach you as fast as possible, even if that consequence turned out to be personal injury.

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Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as the minutes passed. The pool of blood you were lying in widened, flowing over the rocky ground you had forced yourself to lie prone on after the shootout.

The suspect you had been pursuing turned out to be more adept with weaponry than you or the rest of the team had expected. Unfortunately for you, you had to learn that lesson the hard way, and now you were paying the price.

Moaning softly, you pressed your hand to the wound on your side. It had most likely ruptured or at least scratched a kidney, judging by your extreme pain there and the great deal of blood you were losing. If you didn't get medical attention soon, your chances of survival were dismally low.

Where's Dwayne, anyway?

You wondered, slowly turning your aching head to examine your surroundings. Try as you might, you couldn't see your husband anywhere, at least not anywhere nearby.

That asshole! He said he'd be here, that I had to hold on for him! Hold on for what? He's not even coming!

Closing your eyes, you let out a soft sob that turned into loud, body racking wails. It was quite possibly your last minutes on this earth, and Dwayne still couldn't bring himself to be by your side. What a good for nothing excuse of a husband he was!

As you cried, losing yourself in the excruciating pain you were suffering mentally and physically, a gentle touch on your injured side was unnoticed.

But when you heard a familiar baritone voice whispering in your ear, comfort flooded over you, and you looked up with teary eyes to see Dwayne's concerned face looking back at you.

"Oh, darlin'... you're hurt bad..."

His voice was choked by tears, a rare sight to see.

Your body was getting colder every second, and your vision was slowly giving out. In one monumental effort, you brought your hand up to caress your husband's cheeks. They were damp with tears, so you used the pad of your thumb to brush them away.

"You're... here..."

Speaking was a painful affair, your straining lungs unwilling to let you get more than a few syllables out before seizing up with flashes of lightning-shock-like pain. But you needed to. You had to express what you never could all those nights you tried to, had to get your true emotions out even if they were your last words.

"You... never... loved... me..."

Each word was a Herculean effort, and you could feel the darkness closing in on you quicker with every letter you uttered. Your breathing was becoming shallower and occurring less often, your heart was slowing. You knew this was the end.

In your last moments alive, you looked at Dwayne's face, at the pain etched so clearly into every tiny wrinkle. And you had a realization, one that warmed your halted heart.

"You... do..."

With a slight shudder and one last wail, you breathed your last breath.

Your features were peaceful in death, a stark contrast to the cringing bundle of pain you had been moments before. A small smile graced your lips, as if you were only sleeping and having a pleasant dream. The only proof that you were actually dead was the pool of blood surrounding you and the hole in your side where the bullet had struck you.

Lifting your body gently into his arms, Dwayne kissed your forehead, hoping whatever remnants of your spirit remained within you could feel comforted by the simple show of affection he had waited far too long to show you.

"I love you," he said, repeating it until his voice was hoarse from the effort.

But there was no reply.

You were already gone.

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