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muddyorbsblr · 1 year ago

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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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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 1 year ago

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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.

✑ 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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mischiefandlies · 2 months ago

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A place to call home

Magnus martinson x reader

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Notes: OMG this took me ages… it’s kinda angsty as well.

Warnings: loads. My bad spelling and excessive detail mainly. Also neglect, alcohol abuse, domestic abuse, the usual. It’s got a happy ending tho.

Enjoy!

You had been walking now for hours. He can’t find you. He cannot find you. No matter what, you can’t let him find you. It was game over if he did.

You were shivering. The winter night had frozen you to the core, and you’d been walking for miles. Hours and hours, trudging through the highlands, hoping against hope to find something. By God, if you could just get to a road, a building, a fucking shed, it’d be a gift.

After another few hours of trudging through the sleet and snow, you found a dirt track and followed it. You'd realised a couple of miles back that you were walking through farmland, maybe this led to a cottage or a barn, or some form of shelter. A couple of miles down, you realised it was a country road. Not about to risk being seen by anyone you knew, you lay in the hedgerow next to the path. You couldn’t go on walking for much longer. You were shivering, your teeth were chattering, you couldn’t do much more than fall over. You couldn’t even think straight, just knowing that you had to get away. In the morning, you thought, it’ll all be better by morning. In the morning I'll deal with it. He'll be too hungover to look for me by morning. I'll just sleep until morning…

Magnus was driving back from the night shift- night patrol was always one of the worst jobs, but it was almost impossible for him to get out of, having no excuse not to work it. His only thought was on how to get home as quickly as possible, so he could just sink into bed. It was 2’oclock in the morning, so it was almost a miracle that his half-asleep self noticed a leg protruding from a bush near the end of the lane. He snapped awake, braking and looking in the rear-view mirror to make sure that it wasn’t his tiredness wasn’t playing tricks on him. Sure enough, there was a leg.

He got out the car, phone in hand, expecting to find another drunk fool stumbled here from the pub. Just his luck. Thinking it through though, this was miles from anywhere. It was odd to find someone so far from civilisation. He wandered over, calling out to the suspected drunkard. When he got no response, he decided to hop the fence nearby, so he could see who's the leg belonged to. However, what he saw was not a shit-faced fool from the pub.

A young girl lay in front of him, her clothes and coat dirtied. Her hair had pieces of heather and leaves stuck in it, and she was soaked through. A layer of snow was coating her body, and Magnus was scared for a moment she’d died. He leant over her, checking she was still breathing, and she was- just. Her fingers had turned pale, and her lips were going blue. Hypothermia was beginning to set in.

He sprung to action, scooping the girl up and running with her back to his car. He gently set her in the passenger seat, and stripped her of her coat and jumper. It didn’t do much good- she was soaked to the skin. He took her shirt off too, then took of his own coat to wrap it around her shoulders. Her breathing was getting shallower. He briefly considered sending for an ambulance, but it’d probably be quicker to drive her to A&E himself. He was halfway there when she began to stir.

“Miss? Are you awake?”

You could feel your eyes flicker open. “What, ugh, what’s happening?”

“I’m taking you to the hospital. It's ok”

“No.” He could hear the confusion in your voice. “Can’t. He'll… he’ll find m-me.”

Magnus was confused. “Who?”

“Him, he-he hurt me. Please, he can’t find me, he can’t find-”

“Miss, no-one is going to find you” he was trying to be comforting, but it wasn’t easy when you were so scared. You had gone from almost not breathing to hyperventilating. “Miss, what’s your name?”

“No, I can’t tell you, I can’t…” you started crying. Magnus was at a loss for what to do. Why were you so scared? Was someone after you? Was that why you where there?

“It’s ok.” he said “It’s alright. We’re going to the hospital and they can help you, ok?”

“You can’t tell him though.” You were pleading now. “You can’t. Promise me you won't. Please, please, I can’t-”

“I promise.” He takes his hand in yours and squeezes gently before letting go. “I promise. You’re safe with me.”

You looked at him a little longer. You didn’t have much choice but to trust him. It was your last thought before you drifted off back to sleep.

You came to in a hospital room. You could feel your head pounding, and your limbs felt like lead. However, through all the commotion of people around you, you could still feel someone holding your hand. It took all your strength to look over, but when your eyes met the comforting blue eyes of your mystery saviour, you let yourself feel a little calmer. It was all going to be ok. He promised.

You fell back into the abyss.

Magnus let the hospital staff do what they had to do- mainly treating you for hypothermia. He was worried you might not survive, but the doctors eventually came and found him, to let him know that you were stable and responding well to the treatment. They asked how he knew you, whether he was your partner, why he had bought you in.

He was about to explain how he knew you when he was stuck by your words- “He hurt me. Please, he can’t find me.”

Was it better to pretend to know you? Or should he tell them the truth? Should he risk telling them about your pleas for safety or would that make it worse?

“Sir, we just need to know how you know this girl.”

“She, uhh” he fumbled for a lie. “She’s a friend. She came over to mine drunk tonight, and seemed out of it. I noticed how cold she was and took her here.”

“And is it normal for her to be quite so drunk?”

“Once in a while, yes. She's partial to a night of letting her hair down.”

“Is she clumsy when she’s drunk?”

“Very.” Magnus was starting to wonder where this was going.

“And I take it that's why she had all the bruises?”

What bruises? He thinks. “Yes, that’s why. She was stumbling everywhere on the way to mine, she’d probably fallen over a fair few times to get there.”

“Alright.” said the doctor. “We’ll take some of your details, Mr…”

“Martinson.”

“Mr. Martinson, and then we’ll let you know when she’s ready to come home. Unless there’s someone else we should notify? Parents, or boyfriend perhaps?”

“No.” Magnus replied quickly. “No, it’s fine. I’ll take care of her.”

You came to, once again, in a hospital room. There was an IV drip sticking out of your arm, and you were covered in warm blankets. It felt cozy, and warm, and safe. You were just about to drift off again when a nurse came in and began to talk to you. It was simple questions, and it took you a sec to realise they were testing you for concussion.

“I’m ok,” you said, “But I need to get going.”

“You should really stay overnight, we want to keep an eye on you just in case-”

“I’m going.”

The nurse just sighed. “Alright, but you shouldn’t be driving. Have your friend take you home.”

Shit. “What friend?” you ask. You can feel your blood run cold at her next words.

“He’s waiting outside for you,”

Fuck. Was it him? Had he found you again?

“Hi.” came an unfamiliar voice.

You glanced up. Thank god, it wasn’t him. It was a man you didn’t recognise, although something about his eyes seemed familiar. He had a mop of fair curls, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in scruffy clothes, a jacket and jeans, and a pair of beaten-up muddy trainers. Definitely not the man you were running from.

“Mr, Martinson, we’ve got your address but not yours miss,” the nurse said. “Would you give us an address to send to the doctors? It's just so that we can have a prescription written up for you easily.”

You looked into your lap. “And if I don’t have an address at this moment in time?”

The nurse looked a little shocked, and asked tentatively “You don’t have a place to stay right now?”

“She’s staying with me.”

You snapped your head towards him. Mr. Martinson, that's what the nurse called him anyway, gave you a look. Oddly encouraging, and slightly urgent. Play along. “My friend has been staying with me temporarily. She's between places right now.”

You glare at him, trying your hardest to say What The Fuck without moving your lips. The nurse however, seems to accept this. “Very well, I’ll have it registered with your address. I’ll be back with the paperwork in a while, and then you're both free to go.”

She leaves the two of you in the room. You are trying to process what the fuck is going on. Magnus, on the other hand, is trying to process the black eye that’s been uncovered now the dirt has been wiped off your face. You looked like you’d been in a fight. You had a cut on your lip, on the bridge of your nose, and he could see the bruised along your arm where someone had grabbed you or pulled you. You'd clearly taken a hit to the face, what with your purple eye. and on top of that, these was deep bruises on your neck. The pennies began dropping. The nurse didn’t question you staying with him, even though you were only “friends”. The chalking up of injuries to drunken nights out. It was clear as day you’d run away from something. They just thought you’d run to him for help.

“What are you doing?”

He snaps back into reality, looking at you. He answers quickly. “If you had a plan beyond running as far as your legs would take you, now's the time to say it. Or it’s going to make it difficult for me to help you.”

You stare up at him, dumbstruck, then slowly shake your head. “I don’t have a plan.”

“Then I suggest you go with mine.” he says. “What’s your name?”

“Katherine.” A fake name, but do you really want to tell him your real one? You don’t know this man, even if he seems to want to help you.

“Magnus” he says. “Nice to meet you, Katherine.”

After the nurse came back with your meds and paperwork, she let the two of you go. You and Magnus hopped into his car, and he drove you down unfamiliar roads. He eventually pulled up outside a tiny little house, just on the outskirts of town. It was dated, on the outside and in- the place was decorated badly with floral wallpaper and old carpets. The furniture was new though, and parts of the place had been modernised.

“I er… I like your… interior design.”

“I bought it like this,” he says. “Did you want something to eat? Did they give you anything when you were in the hospital?”

“Yeah, I could eat. I've only had coffee since I was admitted.” You try not to sound that desperate, but really, you're starving. It was difficult to remember the last time you’d had a hot meal.

He nods, then disappears off into the kitchen. You perch awkwardly on his sofa, waiting for him to come back, or kick you out, or for something to happen. He does eventually reappear, holding a tray with a glass of water, an omelette, and some cutlery. He sets it on your lap, and you quickly thank him, before devouring the whole thing. He has the decency to busy himself in the kitchen, letting you eat in peace.

“Did you want another?” he calls.

Is it bad to ask for two? Probably, but you were starving. “If you don’t mind?”

He comes back and drops a second omelette on your plate. “Bon appetite.”

You eat quickly, but manage to pace yourself a little more this time, trying not to get a stomach ache. It just tastes so good, and you haven’t eaten now in almost a full day.

He watches this time. You really must’ve been hungry he thinks, watching you wolf down the second helping. It doesn’t seem to be a bad thing- you looked so frail when he found you earlier. Even sitting on his sofa, you looked so small, hunched over like that. It was as if you were just skin and bones. You eventually finished the food, and glanced up at him.

“Are you not eating?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not hungry.” and you ate all my eggs, he thinks. “Did you want anything else?”

“No, I’m full, thank you. It was the best meal I’ve had in a while.”

“That says more about what you’ve been eating and far less about my cooking,” he joked.

You smiled in response. “I think your cooking is just fine.”

He smiled. It stuck him then how he really hadn’t thought she’d make it. He thought she’d have died by the side of the road when he picked her up. She probably would’ve had he not stopped.

“Kathrine, or do you prefer Kath?

“Katherine, normally,” you say.

“How did you end up by the side of the road? What happened?”

“It’s a very long story.” Which you probably owed him, especially as he seemed willing to put you up for… indefinitely.

He didn’t probe though. “In the morning then. It’s getting late, you should sleep. Do you… do you have anything with you? Clothes, or belongings?”

You looked in your lap, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t have anything, just the clothes I stand in.”

He looks you up and can’t help but feel a pang of sorrow. You poor thing, having to walk through the snow and sludge. He can see the black eye clear as day now; you were in the shit, but why and with whom, he didn’t know. He leaves the room, but comes back holding a pair of his pj trousers and an old t-shirt. “Here. It's better than what you’ve got on, they look like they’d be uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“Thanks.” You glance around. “Where should I change?”

“Go in my room for the night. You can sleep in there.”

You freeze. “I’m not kicking you out of your bed. I can sleep on the sofa.”

“You can sleep upstairs. It doesn’t get as cold, and you are still recovering from hypothermia. You need to stay warm, at least for the next couple of days, then we can talk again.”

What she didn’t need to know was there was no way she would’ve been let out of hospital if she didn’t have a stable body temperature. But he didn’t want her sleeping on the sofa, downstairs, in the cold. She clearly needed a good sleep more than he did.

She didn’t argue, just thanked him and went upstairs. He went up with her, showed her how to work the shower and dug a spare toothbrush out the bathroom cabinet. “I’ll just be downstairs if you need anything. Leave the door unlocked too.”

He left her to it, going back downstairs to boil the kettle. Once he’d found an old hot water bottle and checked it didn’t leak, he went and make a little makeshift bed on the sofa. He waited until she came out the bathroom before going up and knocking on the bedroom door.

“Come in.”

He wandered inside. She’d put the clothes he gave her on, and was sat under the covers against the headboard. He came and sat at the foot of the bed. “How’re you feeling? Do you need anything else?”

“I’m ok, thank you.”

He nodded, then stood up and handed her the hot water bottle. “Here. I might be out when you wake up tomorrow, I've got a few errands to run.”

“Alright.”

“You get some sleep, ok?” he said, concern lacing his voice.

“I will.”

He turned to leave when you called out “Magnus?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For everything.”

He smiled. “Sleep tight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Night.” You turned out the light and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, Magnus got up early to go to the station. Kurt saw him walk through the doors, and came up to see him. “Where the fuck were you yesterday, Magnus? You never turned up for your shift, we’ve been considering sending out a search party.”

“Have any missing persons reports come in since yesterday morning? Or the night before that?” Magnus asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Why? What have you found?”

Magnus leads Kurt towards his office. “Funny you should ask…”

“And you just found her by the side of the road?” Kurt says.

He nods. Kurt leans back, looking out the window. “Jesus Mags, what the fuck happened there?”

“I don’t know.” He replies. “She didn’t want to say.”

“So where is she now?”

“She’s still at mine.” Magnus says. “I don’t think she had anywhere to go. She just ran away with the clothes on her back.”

Kurt takes another deep breath. “If you can get her here to do an interview, we might be able-”

“I can’t do that Kurt.” he says. “She barely trusts me. I don’t think dragging her down here is going to solve much.”

“Well then, what are you going to do?” Kurt asks.

He realises he hasn’t the foggiest idea.

He gets back home after a trip to the shop for some extra groceries, plus some things he doesn’t have at home, like tampons and pads and a few extra items of women's clothing. He realises she probably doesn’t have any clothes at all, or any belongings, so guesses what she’ll need immediately, and will figure out the rest later on. The woman on the checkout gave him an odd look at when she saw he was getting ladies undies and a hairbrush, but nevermind.

He got back expecting to find you still in bed, but he could hear the radio on in the kitchen. You’re sat at his kitchen table, wearing one of his hoodies over the clothes he gave you yesterday. Music was floating around, but you didn’t look like you were paying attention, too busy looking out the window. He cleared his throat, and you nearly jumped a mile. He smiled apologetically. “Morning.”

You sighed in relief. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Chuckling, he walks over and sets the shopping on the table. “Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to. How did you sleep?”

“Really well actually. Thank you, you didn’t have to give me your bed.”

“No worries.” He handed you a shopping bag. “I thought you might need some of this.”

You peek inside. He’d thought of everything. Spare clothes, sanitary things, basic hygiene products for women. You couldn’t remember when anyone had done something this thoughtful. You couldn’t help it; you started crying.

Magnus, being young and single for the last twenty years, was at a complete loss as to why you had just burst into tears. He stands and stares for a while, before realising that’s probably not the best idea. He comes over, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. “Hey, it’s ok. Did I… did you need something else? I can go back to the shop, or you can have some things of mine-”

You shake your head frantically, trying desperately to stop hiccupping and crying. You want to correct him, to thank him, anything, but your only able to say some incomprehensible gargle, which makes you cry even more. Magnus, still at a loss, crouches beside your chair and holds your hands, rubbing then soothingly. He stares up at you intensely, trying to find some meaning in any of this.

“So-sorry, I j-just, no-one has ever d-done any-hic-anything like this for m-me. It’s so sweet, th-thank you –hic- thank you s-so much. I don’t deserve a-any of this-”

He sighs in relief. “Thank God. I thought I'd upset you somehow.”

“No, it’s p-perfect.”

He hugs you tightly. “You really had me worried a second there. I thought I'd royally fucked up the way you were sobbing.”

You froze. He hugged you. Jesus, how long had it been since you’d had a hug?

He felt you tense under his embrace. Shit, he probably shouldn’t have done that. What was he thinking? He tries to let go of you but is surprised when you wrap your arms around him, clinging on tightly. You don’t want him to go. He hugs you again, tighter this time. The two of you stay like that until you finally stop crying and go limp in his arms.

“Thank you.” you whisper.

After a few weeks, the two of you seem to settle into a little routine. Magnus talked to Kurt, letting him know he’d be off work for a little while, but that he would do bits and pieces from home, admin and the like. He would track people for Kurt and Annie, but he also insisted that any missing persons cases be emailed over, so he could check. He wasn’t certain, but he’d guess his new lodger would be on the run from someone, and that they probably weren’t too pleased she got away. Even so, no one of her description came up.

He tried to find her one night. He put her age and name into the system, thinking something might come up, giving him an idea of who she was. Although they had gotten chatty over the last few weeks, all he knew was this; she had no money, no children, and no family that would support her. She was all alone in the world. Even the system came up trumps- like she didn’t exist.

It was an evening almost a month after you moved in that you told him the truth over dinner. He was asking you about the food you’d made, where you learnt to cook it.

“It was my husband’s favourite.”

He froze mid-bite. He swallowed the food, then asked “Your husband?”

“Yeah. He was…. horrible.”

Magnus doesn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. What do you say to something like that?

“I’m sorry.” he finally manages.

You smirk. “What are you sorry for? You're not the idiot that married him.”

He shuts up at that point.

“I was too young really.” you say. You can’t not tell him any longer. He deserves to know really. He's been so good to you; you owe him the truth. “My mum, she used to drink a lot. She wasn’t an alcoholic, she just thought that if you had booze, you didn’t need to eat. Cigarettes too. She was obsessed with being skinnier, younger, more beautiful. My dad cheated, and she blamed herself for it. Said if she’d been younger and prettier, he would’ve stayed.

“I was too young to remember. I just know it got worse over the years. She used to binge too. It became an obsession. She was… she was neglectful, but it was because she was so insecure. Too busy worrying about herself to focus on a child. I started eating whatever I could find, because she’d never cook. I was slightly overweight when she decided I should have the same diet she did- water for breakfast, a tiny sandwich for lunch, and cigarettes for dinner. I think she thought I was going to end up like her. So, when I mentioned someone in my class liked me, she insisted I go out with him.

“He ended up being my husband. I didn’t want to be with him really, but he was slightly older, slightly better off. My mum said she’d disown me if I didn’t. Said it'd be better for me in the long run. So, I did.

“It was once I moved in with him that it got worse. Like jumping out the frying pan and into the fire. He was horrible- he'd beat me, he was always angry, he would… he took me by force on the wedding night. I never told him no after that. But I got pregnant. I didn't know what to do.

“The night I ran away I had a miscarriage. He was mad at me for some reason- I don’t even remember what now. But he punched me in the gut, and I lost the baby. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I ran away there and then climbed out the bathroom window. I’ll be honest, when I woke up at the hospital, I thought it might’ve been cause they’d had to give me a D&C. I hadn’t realised it was for hypothermia until you said.”

You've been fighting back tears for a while now, but the tears are starting to win. You sound numb and detached, like you're reciting something memorised by heart, but with no feeling. Magnus is stunned into silence.

“There’s one more thing.” You take a deep breath. Should you tell him?

“My name isn’t Katherine. It’s Y/N.”

Both of you meet eyes. Magnus speaks first. “Y/N. It's a pretty name.”

You smile. “Thanks.”

There’s an awkward silence. Magnus could’ve sworn he was hungry before, but he couldn't face eating now. You seemed to feel the same, pushing the food around your plate. The silence weighted down between the two of you.

You finally spoke. “Do you want me to go?”

He looked a little shocked. “No! Of course I don’t… I’m sorry, I'm just a little taken aback. But no, I don’t want you to go.”

“But don’t you mind?”

“Of course I mind.” he says. “It’s horrible, that should never have happened to you.”

“I mean-” you know what you want to say. But don’t know how to say it, else he might actually do it. “Are… are you going to… to kick me out?”

“Fucking hell Y/N, no, I'm not kicking you out.”

You feel a spark of hope replacing the impending doom that you had been feeling. “Really?”

“Yes. You're staying here, at home, where its safe.”

You stare at him in shock for a second. Home? Did he mean this was your home? Or was it just a turn of phrase? God, why did it feel like you were about to cry again? He noticed your expression.

“You’re staying with me, Y/N. I can’t force you do anything, but I'm not letting you leave until you’ve found somewhere permanent, and safe, and you’ve got yourself a decent job. I'll help you find some work, and you can live with me. And if you want, I can help you get a restraining order. I can just go to work and file it as urgent, and then you can come sign all the paperwork and give a statement. He won’t ever be able to come near you again.”

Now you really do start crying. You got up and hugged him so tight, your head resting against his chest. “Thank you, Mags. Thank you so much. I… thought… I don’t know what I thought, I was just so scared.”

He hugs you back tightly, one arm around your waist, the other cradling your head. “It’s ok. It’s ok, you're alright. You're home, okay? You’re safe here.”

You just hug him back so tightly. You're not alone anymore.

Over the next few months, things come and go. Magnus gets you a job at the station, doing menial admin and the like, but instead of saving like he encourages you too, you insist on giving him a cut seeing as he’s put you up for so long. And your good at the job, you work hard and help people out. You also help out in interviews, and work with his colleges dealing with domestic assault cases. It's hard for you, but it means so much that you can help people because you’re so good at recognising what they’re going through. Magnus pretends not to see the nights when you’re up till 3am at his dining table, pouring over case notes on the verge of tears. It's heartbreaking for the both of you, but you do it anyway.

He's also noticed in the months of living with you that you made new friends. Work colleges and people you meet here and there, but you begin to open up. You actually become so close with one of the girls that the two of you go for a weekend away. He realises something in your absence; the house felt too empty. He was fully intending on getting a bunch of things done, he had a series he’d been watching when you weren’t around (it was “too gory” apparently), and he had spent the night out with his mates. It was a lovely evening, down the pub with some guys from work he’d become quite close with. They all ended up joking about him, and how he would give you the sweetest puppy eyes whenever you walked into the room. He just laughed it off, telling them that you'd been out for the weekend to get away from him (they all told him it was BS). But when he got home, it was still too quiet. He missed you. Your laugh and company, your constant nattering, the way you would sit together in the evenings complaining about work. You both had such an amazing relationship, that when you disappeared, he felt… put out. But it was the night before you came back that was the real problem.

He’d gone down to your room late in the evening, wanting to talk to you because he couldn’t sleep, but forgot you weren’t there. He'd ended up rearranging what was the old dining room to be your bedroom since you moved in, and it was full of all your things. When he came in your room, he noticed your stuff lying around, the bits and pieces of notes and doodles and books. He ended up laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, when it dawned on him how much he’d hate it to know you weren’t coming back. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay here, with him. He loved you.

And he could never tell you. You had been working a few months, but you’d had to buy everything from scratch, you didn’t have a lot of money left. He couldn’t tell you that he loved you; you’d already been trapped once before, now what would you do? Would you get scared? Try and run away again, with no money and no guarantee of what would happen? And if you really wanted a clean break form him, you’d have to give up your job. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were in entirely the wrong situation to be thinking about love. This was his problem, not yours.

You, on the other hand, were having an amazing weekend. Your friend was a colleague from work, so knew about your situation with Magnus. The two of you had gone out for drinks and dinner, dying to have a laugh and feel free from your jobs. You'd had a couple of cocktails when your housemate came up.

“So, what’s the deal? How long have you been boning him?”

You nearly spat out your margarita. “I’m not boning him.”

“Sure babes.” She takes another sip, and eyes you down. “He gives you the bedroom eyes every time you walk past.”

You snort. “No-one, and I mean NO-ONE is giving me bedroom eyes. Please, there’s way more attractive people in the office.”

“Oh yeah? Name one.”

“You.” You look her up and down. “Babes, your gorgeous.”

“Aww, your so cute. But seriously, you need to get on that. Get on Him. ASAP, cause I can’t stand all the pining looks. It’s so adorable it’s nauseating.”

“He doesn’t like me like that! Sam, I would love to ride that man into next Tuesday, but it’s never going to happen. He doesn’t like me the way I like him. As much as I wish he did, he doesn’t. He deserves someone better.”

Sam pauses. “What do you mean, someone better?”

You pause, wondering if you should tell her what you really think. “Someone… a bit less broken.”

When the weekend was finally over, Sam went back to her boyfriends, and told him the news. “She’s got it bad for him. And I mean, BAD.”

He nods. “I know. Me and a couple of other lads from work took him down the pub. Poor man’s completely in love with her.”

“Well now what do we do?” she says. “They’re both besotted, but neither is going to confess to the other.”

They slowly begin plotting, and end up making a plan…

The next week, you and Magnus go back to normal. Get up, have breakfast together, get dressed and ready to go, drive to work together, do some work, maybe have lunch together maybe not, come home, have dinner together, watch another episode of whatever crime doc your halfway through, argue about why the police on TV were so shit and why you would never be allowed to do half that crap, then go to bed and do it all again. It was a safe, happy, monotonous little existence, and you both loved it very much. You loved him more, but you could be happy with this. Or that was what you told yourself when you stopped fantasizing about the life you could have had, and crashed miserably down on reality.

Sam had other ideas. Magnus was in the back of the station, mid-way through organising the evidence for his latest case when he sees you come in the room. “Hey Y/N, whatcha looking for?”

“Just some evidence Sam needs for the McLiner case. You know where it’s gotten to?”

He nods. “It should be in the cupboard. Top shelf.”

“I looked though. Couldn’t find it.”

“It’s cause you’re so short,” he teases.

“Well, you go look then beanstalk. It's not there.”

“It is,” he says, moving towards the cupboard. “I saw it in there yesterday.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not.”

He goes in with you trailing behind him, and begins to look through the files. A small frown begins to form. “Where is it?”

“Told you. It’s not-” the door clicks behind you. Both of you turn. “I definitely left that open…”

He tries the handle. “It’s locked.”

“It can’t be locked,” you say before turning the handle yourself. The door doesn’t budge.

He smirks. “You were saying?”

You bang on the door. “Hello? Anyone out there?”

“Yep” came the confident reply.

You both look at each other, bewildered. He talks first. “Sam, what are you doing? Unlock the door.”

“No chance.” She speaks from the other side of the door, sounding smug. “You two knuckleheads needed a kick up the arse. Me and Max have been looking for an opportunity like this for weeks. Neither of you are coming out until you finally confess.”

“Confess what?” you ask.

“You know what Y/N. Tell him. Or risk being stuck in there for hours.”

“Sam! Don’t do this to me.” You’re starting to realise what’s happened. “Sam, open the door.”

“You’ll thank me later Y/N” she says.

“Tell me what?” Magnus says.

You keep pleading. “Sam, this isn't fair. Please, just open the door.”

“Y/N, what is she talking about?”

You keep ignoring him. “Sam please, just op-”

“Y/N!” he yells.

Your head whips round to look at him. He's never yelled at you before. Shocked to the core, you realise you have just been ignoring him. “What?” you ask tentatively.

He stares at you. You look… scared. Not quite as scared as you were when he first met you, but scared either way. He tries to keep his voice steady, calming. “Y/N, what… what do you need to tell me?”

You look away, embarrassed. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s to do with me though? It has to, otherwise she wouldn’t have locked us both in here.”

Desperately, you shake your head, trying to act convincing. “It’s nothing. Really, it’s nothing. It’s just something I mentioned to her a while back.”

He nods. “Go on…”

“I… oh, this is so embarrassing.” You start to cringe, backing yourself into a corner. “You weren’t meant to know…”

“Know what?” Magnus follows you, putting his hands on his shoulders. He can see you tearing up. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to tell you… I didn’t want to make it awkward. It’s…” you pause, trying to think of a way out. “Look, it doesn’t mean anything okay? It’s just something stupid. It doesn’t have to… you don’t have to do anything. You just… just to get out of this stupid cupboard. Sam may actually lock us in here all night otherwise.”

“Okay…” he says, still slightly confused.

“I… I mentioned to Sam a few weeks back that I happened to maybe have… feelings for you.”

His jaw drops. Holy shit, this is what you’d been keeping from him? this is your secret?

You’re still babbling. “This doesn’t have to mean anything Mags, I just… I never wanted to make you uncomfortable, especially because of us living together… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mags, I just didn’t… this doesn’t have to become anything.”

“Shut up.”

You look up at him. He has never, never spoken to you that sharply before. You can feel your pulse racing, your heart is almost beating out of your chest. “I’m sorry Mags. I’m so sorry.”

“No. No, don’t you damned dare be sorry. Do you know-” he runs a hand through his hair, breathing deeply, “Do you know how much I… how long I have waited for you to say something like that to me?”

“Join the fucking club!” Sam yells.

He ignores her, staring straight at you. “You, you are so fucking perfect, you know that? I… I’m falling for you. I’m so glad… I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same. That I might scare you off…”

Dumfounded, you let it sink in. “You have feelings for me?”

“I-” he doesn’t know if it’s the right thing to say, but says it anyway. “I think I love you.”

Sam leaves to get back to her desk. The two of you can sort all that stuff out between you, but unlocks the door before she left. Mission completed. What she is slightly more smug about is when you walk over to her desk forty-five minutes later, with your blouse slightly ruffled and done up wrong. She looks you up and down, but silences you with a finger before you can even speak. “I’ll delete the CCTV, don’t worry.”

“Thank you. I owe you big time.”

She just smiles at you. “Yeah, you really do huh? You never know. I might have sold that on onlyfans. Policemen fucking is quite a popular genre. I could have made a fortune.”

“Ha fucking Ha. You're hilarious, you know that?

“I know. I should have been a comedian.”

You roll your eyes. “I mean it. Thanks.” You give her a hug. “You’re the best.”

She chuckles. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a bet going with Kurt that you marry that blond dipshit. Try not to let me down, yeah?”

You smile. “Don’t you worry. I’m going to marry him one day.”

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thespiralstaircasewriter · 2 years ago

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Well, I'm not exactly an "Ask Me Anything" person by nature, so when I was tagged by @calamity-cain to answer a little question game, I retired under a rock to meditate for some time and produce my answers.

So, here goes:

relationship status: for ages with someone who still has no idea of who/what shares their bed.

favorite color: hmmmm… I’m a glutton when it comes to ANY colour. This can get irritating: it’s never just colours, but colours + matching + texture + shades + material… And if it’s all together, it hits like a train. So.... dark-red very scented velvet rosebud?

Some colours I adore in flowers, like delicate yellow/blue-purple irises, but as to wearing them, it's normally black, white or the occasional sand colour.

song stuck in my head: “Made in Italy” by Rosa Chemical

three favorite foods: although my approach to food is more theoretical than practical, which both sounds and IS stupid… Favorites… risotto with porcini mushrooms, the heretical version (with saffron), triglie al pomodoro (red mullet with tomato), any fish or shellfish recipe I don’t have to spend time cooking myself.

And… don’t ever ask an Italian to name just three foods… ;-D

last song I listened to: “Ghosts Again” by Depeche Mode

dream trip: California. I’d like to visit where the film industry was born, where it died and still haunts the place. Many of my loves from the Past and Present are there. Some at Hollywood Forever, like Rudy Valentino or Rozz Williams, but someone else in the world of the Living (they know who they are)!

last thing I googled: what changes DOWN THERE after re-assigning surgery, and how does that work? Well, yes. With respect, that it was.

... Oh! Under this rock I found some leftover answers from a past tagging by @meibruges Let's throw them out too!

Currently reading:

Tumblr everyday.

Endless curiosities I google instead of sleeping, with some recurrent obsessions, like plants propagation, languages, or types of fabric (when I’ll reach “types of ashes” that’ll have to stop, I’m told).

Fanfiction: anything @drachenkinder or @illwynd wrote or write.

Book: “Funeral Games”, by Mary Renault (basically glorified fanfiction of Alexander the Great), and “Bacchae”, yes, Euripides. 1) won’t pretend that was my idea. I found it quoted in wonderful fic “Dog in the Heart” by @thebookhunter, and got curious; 2) It’s GREAT.

Currently writing:

some obscure original narrative (nobody asked for), some Rozz Williams fanfiction, written in my heart’s blood (nobody asked for it either), some Lestat!Bowie WIP (somebody DID ask for it, some time ago, but please let them forget they did). Other: Bowie WIPs, BBC Sherlock WIPs... (may public mortification restore this pen to dignity).

Last series: Wallander. Late to the party, I know. But that was irresistibly sad.

Last movie: “Bones and All”. Guadagnino does it again: a good movie out of a bad book!

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury AND spicy. Sweet drives me a bit crazy in a bad way. But… what happened to bitter and sour? :-P

#question game #when animals hide

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Answer the Phone | Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Summary: You help Magnus blow off a little steam.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (m)

Magnus hated working the late shift at the station. He missed the hustle and bustle of the day shift, with everyone working. At night, only a skeleton crew remained unless there was a big case.

“Hey Magnus.” You dropped a stack of paperwork on his desk. His brows furrowed. “You looked stressed.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You know the job.” His breath hitched as you rubbed his shoulders.

“You need to learn how to relax, Magnus.” You pressed your boobs against his back. “Would you like me to help you relax?” you purred into his ear. His cock jumped.

“Um… yeah… sure.. My neck and shoulders are a little…” He stuttered.

You twisted his chair to settle under his desk. His eyes widened and he ran his hands through his mop of golden curls. “What are you—”

“I was thinking of something else.” You tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip. “And so are you.”

Magnus blushed. “But here in the office… Someone might see… or hear!”

“Well then you better be quiet.” You ran the tip of your tongue along him, tasting him.

Magnus suppressed a groan. “Be quick about it.”

You just winked as you took him into your mouth.

Magnus pressed his palms flat against his desk as he focused on not groaning out loud. His eyes closed as you suck on him, bringing him closer to release.

BRNNGG!

His eyes snapped to his phone. It rang again. You popped him out of your mouth.

“Answer the phone. I dare you.” you smirked.

Magnus picked up the receiver. “Ystad Police.”

You hummed against him as you could hear the strain in his voice. As added torture, you rang your fingernail along his balls. Magnus lurched forward in his chair.

“NO!” he yelped into the phone before regaining his composure. “No that would be the fire department.” You took him completely into your mouth and Magnus came as you fondled his balls while sucking.

“YES!” he moaned breathlessly to the poor person on the phone. “You’re welcome. Goodbye.”

You wiped your mouth and crawled out from his desk.

“Dirty pool.” Magnus growled.

You straightened yourself up. “I never said I would play fair. But if you would like a little payback, I will be in the locker room.” You winked while you walked out of sight.

Magnus tucked himself back into his pants glancing around to see if anyone noticed and made his way into the locker room.

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glxssylaufey · 3 years ago

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after hours [magnus martinsson]

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summary: magnus martinsson x fem!reader ; 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.

warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, sub!magnus, dom!reader, masturbating, humiliation, oral sex, praise kink, mistress kink, mentions of spanking, exhaustion

a/u: my apologies, this one is a tad short. i wanted to keep it sweet and simple :) also this is not proofread, so this probably sucks, but still, i hope you enjoy!

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By the time Magnus had walked into your shared bedroom, the clock read 1:17 a.m. Once the curly haired boy stepped into the threshold, the sudden hitch in his throat permitted him from taking another step further.

In front of him was a sight to behold, one that caused his jeans to become tighter and tighter by the second. You laid peacefully on the bed in only a provocative nightgown, sleeping on your tummy with on leg bent upwards. Your position allowed Magnus the perfect view of your bare and glistening pussy, causing his breath to heave and his heart to race. Unable to take his eyes off your ravishing form, he allowed his hand to slowly snake down to palm his growing bulge.

He wanted nothing more than to climb between your legs and swipe his hot tongue against your slickness, waking you from your slumber with pleasure. Though, Magnus didn’t wish to wake you. He understood the hard work you’ve been putting in with Kurt for the past week and knew you needed the rest. But Magnus also knew he needed release and soon. He quietly slipped out of the bedroom and hastily shuffled into the bathroom. Magnus pressed his back flush against the door while he let out a sigh, his head falling back against the door. He’d have to be quiet in order not to wake you. Walking over to the mirror, he watched himself as he removed his clothes from his slender body. After peeling his shirt off, he admired the delicious sight in the mirror. His chest was littered with hickeys and marks all specially made by you. Magnus let out a shaky sigh as he ran his fingers over the red marks, remembering his previous night of fun with you.

“Magnus, do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Fuck!” Magnus cursed under his breath, the vivid images replaying beautifully in his mind.

“Y-yes, mistress.”

“And why is that?”

Magnus closed his eyes shut to reimagine everything vividly. Your voice. Your form. Your touch. His hands fell down to his front and he began to undo his belt to remove his trousers.

“Because, I was a bad boy.”

SMACK!

A soft moan escaped from Magnus’s lips when he remembered all the blissfully harsh spanks he received that night. He remembered the deep redness on his bottom and how difficult you made it for him to sit properly at work.

“Be specific, please.”

“I-I teased you.”

“And why were you teasing me, bunny?”

Magnus’s pants pooled at his ankles, leaving him in only his boxers. His painful erection strained against the fabric, making the curly haired boy groan in both pain and pleasure. Magnus hooked his fingers in the hem of his boxers before tugging them downwards along with his pants. His hard cock sprung free, pleading for his attention…

“I wanted attention.”

“And is that how good boys ask for attention?”

“No, mis-”

“Mistress!” Magnus moaned softly as he wrapped his hand around his twitching length, his swollen tip leaking with precum. He paid close attention to his volume, making sure not to make any noise to wake you. Magnus normally isn’t one for masturbation or taking his pleasure for himself. Though after seeing you exhausted after a long day at the police station, he knew you needed the rest. But of course, you were still the one swimming in his mind.

“No, mistress.”

“That’s better. Would you like your reward, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Oh, his reward. Magnus’s cock grew harder just at the thought. His hand pumped faster, his blonde curls dropping against the wall as he gently tosses his head back in ecstasy. Sliding his back down the wall, he sits on the bathroom tile for better leverage. Soft whimpers escape his lips with the taste of your name on his tongue.

“Oh, mistress…” he whines, working his member faster.

“Oh, Magnus! Your tongue feels so good against my hot cunt, doesn’t it?”

“Mm, yes!”

“Yes!” Magnus moans, much louder this time.

“That’s it, baby. Make me cum!”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!!”

“Magnus?”

Magnus’s eyes shot open at the sound of your tired voice, scrambling to pull his pants up. You stood in the doorframe of the bathroom wearing one of his oversized shirts.

“Y/N! What are you doing up?” he asked, completely flustered. The poor boy’s face went completely red with embarrassment.

“I heard you calling for me.” you said simply, gesturing towards your lover. “You were calling for me… weren’t you?”

Your sudden questioning confused Magnus, not exactly sure of what you were getting at. His baby blue eyes zipped all around the room, glancing at everything but you.

“Magnus. I asked you a question.” you said in a sterner voice, stepping closer towards him. “Were you calling for me?”

“Yes?” he said in an unsure tone.

You walked closer to him, causing his breath to hitch. Were you disappointed in him? Disgusted? All the possibilities made his head spin. Once you halted right in front of him, you bent down slightly to bring your finger under his chin and lift his head to bring his gaze to yours.

“Yes, what?”

Oh.

“Yes, mistress.” he replied, his hardness still throbbing beneath his trousers.

“Good boy.” you praise, running your fingers through his golden curls. Magnus hums at the way your fingers massage his scalp, adoring the way you knew all his sweet spots. “Now tell me what you were doing in here. All alone?” you whispered, never breaking the eye contact.

Magnus grew impossibly redder, completely embarrassed at your question. It seems you were also an expert at finding all the ways to rile him up as well.

“I-I…” he stammered at first, mumbling his words.

“Speak up, sweetheart.” you ordered gently.

Magnus cleared his throat and took another deep breath before speaking again with confidence.

“I was touching myself.” he spat quickly, utterly embarrassment. “I’m sorry, mistress.” You softly rub your fingers against his cheeks to soothe him.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, my sweet boy.” you hushed before pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

As you continued raking your fingers through his unruly hair, you slowly brought your lips to his ear. Your hot breath against his skin made him shiver and whimper silently.

“Do you need my help, bunny?” you whispered flirtatiously, snaking your hand downward towards his erection. Magnus let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Y-yes please, mistress.” he spoke desperately, moving his hands from his bulge to allow you access.

“Tell me what you need.” you whispered, tracing your fingers over the print of his throbbing cock. Magnus let’s out a soft gasp, trying not to buck his hips into your gentle touches.

“Your touch, mistress, please. I want you to touch me.” he spoke with puppy eyes.

You smirked, continuing to stroke him through his poorly fastened trousers. This caused a wet spot of precum to seep through his trousers, earning a chuckle from you.

“Oh, my poor boy. Already so sensitive and I haven’t even taken your cock out yet.” you cooed, causing Magnus’s breath to labor.

“I’m sorry, mistress. I-I just want you.” he sighed. His throbbing member was growing painful.

Magnus moves boldly, moving his hands to undo his pants yet again. You quickly halt him, removing his hands to undo the button yourself.

“You’ve been working so hard, Magnus. Let your mistress take care of you tonight.” you said freeing his impossibly hard cock. You stroked him slowly, causing his head to fall back with a gasp of pleasure.

“Thank you, mistress!” Magnus choked a sob.

“What do you want, Magnus? How should I reward my good boy?” you teased, rubbing in a bead of precum across his swollen tip.

“M-may I possibly…” Magnus pauses, too embarrassed to ask any further. Though you knew he knew better than to not use his words. You give his shaft a light warning squeeze, making his hips buck.

“Your mouth!” he confessed. “I want you to use your mouth, mistress. Please?” You smirk at his desperateness, lowering yourself down to his needy dick.

“Such a good boy.” you praised. “You may cum whenever you want.”

“Thank yo-” Magnus was quickly cut off by a loud moan when you took his shaft deep into your mouth, letting the fine hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose slightly.

You raised yourself off his dick to wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue skillfully. Magnus watches you with loving eyes, admiring the sight of your hot mouth on his cock. Listening to your lover’s sweet whimpers and moans, you continue bobbing your head up and down. You moan around his dick, sending pleasing vibrations through his entire body.

“Your mouth feels incredible.” he groans. “May I touch you?” Despite your dominate attitude, you still blush at the way Magnus’s asks permission.

“Of course, darling.” you say before licking a stripe along a vein on his shaft. Magnus brings his hand to rest on the top of your head, rubbing loving circles into your scalp.

“Thank you, mistress.” he sighs, screwing his eyes shut. He lets his fingers to glide through your silky hair, smiling slightly at the feeling.

As you continued to work your mouth, you allowed Magnus to give your hair light tugs whenever you gave his thick cock a particularly hard suck. You feel his dick begin to twitch in your mouth, signaling he was close to release.

“Mistress! I’m close!” he warned, bucking into your mouth. You push his hips down with your hands, quickening your pace. Magnus grabs a fist full of your hair to push you down onto his dick slightly.

With one last cry, Magnus shoots thick ropes of cum down your throat and onto your wet tongue. You bob your head on his cock one last time to allow him to ride out his blissful orgasm. Swallowing his sticky seed, you tuck away his softened member before zipping his trousers back up. Magnus pants above you, his eyes still closed in pure ecstasy. After buckling his pants back up, you move to sit on his lap, nestling your head into the nape of his neck.

“Better?” you ask sweetly. Magnus hums before turning his head to press a kiss on the top of your head.

“Very.” he chuckles. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Anything for my good boy.”

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holdmytesseract · 11 months ago

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Request from @anukulee to @holdmytesseract

Title: Getting Her Out Of My Head

Plot: Magnus can’t stand her, she reminds him too much of what he has seen at work, time after time. As he watches his work tear people apart. Yet still she fights him even when he knows far better. Despite this he finds himself more and more drawn to her, and what happened when he may finally have to put his big boy pants on.

Magnus age range; 30 - 42 (at most)

Reader age range; 25 (fresh out of the academy), - 29 (oldest)

POV: Magnus

Concepts: Enemies to lovers, male falls hard, male pov, grumpy x sharp tongue sunshine, and angst with happy ending.

The Quarrel of Lovers Is The Renewel of Love

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: You are Magnus Martinsson's reckless protégée; acting headless and not listening to a word he says - what gets you in a dangerous situation in the end... And the policeman to confess his feelings...

Warnings: Magnus PoV?, police things, mentions of guns, knives and drugs, fluff, angst, dangerous situation, mutual pining? age gap

Word Count: 2,7k

a/n: I'm so sorry this took me so long, friend! I changed the title - what I hope is okay! Also, I really hope that you like what my brain came up with! :)

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"Hey, Martinsson!" One of the other detectives inside the big office at the police station in Ystad called out to the curly haired man, who was currently standing in front of the printer; trying to get the stubborn device to work again.

He lifted his gaze at the call of his name; eyes searching the room for the source of the voice. It was Clas Anderson - one of the rare colleagues Magnus didn't get along with. He was just way too arrogant and smart-aleck for his liking. The blond haired man took a deep breath and called out: "What is it, Clas?" His colleague responded with a spiteful smirk. "When do you finally learn to get your chaotic apprentice under control, huh?" Magnus rolled his eyes with a big sigh, "What did she do this time?" and abandoned the printer, in order to walk over to his colleague.

"Acting headless - as always. Even on observation. I won't take her with me again." Clas stepped closer, almost in a threatening way. "Y/L/N is your responsibility. Talk sense into her, damnit." Anderson pressed his pointer finger into the hard muscle of Magnus' chest. "Or I'm paying the executive floor a visit and tell them you're not fitting this role." The detective sighed. "I know that. I'm already doing everything I can, but she just won't listen. She's stubborn." "I don't care, Martinsson. That's your problem. Fucking fix it." With a snarl and a last threatening look, Clas brushed past Magnus.

It's been already almost six months since Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team in Ystad - but it passed for Magnus with almost no progression. He was chosen to be the young, aspiring detective's mentor. He had the duty to teach her; show her how a police officer should work. Take her under his wing. It sounded great in the beginning. Magnus' chest filled with pride, knowing that he was trusted with such a task. Over the years, he had definitely become one of the most important officers for the team. He got older; more mature - and it showed. Magnus knew exactly what he was doing. Kurt had taught him well.

But the excitement about this new chapter in his work life subsided soon... As soon as he met the quirky, young and talkative woman he should guide through her first years as a police officer - just like Kurt had guided him. Well, sometimes more, sometimes less, but that wasn't the point. From the first meeting between him and Y/N, he immediately felt that this wasn't going to work. Their perspectives were just too different. Y/N was reckless, stubborn and acted often headless. She didn't follow his instructions, which often put her in danger. Luckily no real danger, but it was enough to infuriate the curly haired man.

He did his best to not let her get under his skin, but Magnus couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, she was his 'apprentice' and 'responsibility'. It annoyed him to the core. She annoyed him to the core and yet he wasn't able to just turn his back on her. He couldn't. He didn't want to - and every night, he asked himself why. It could be so easy for him. One word was enough.

Magnus shook his head; ripping himself out of his deep thoughts. He ran a hand through his meanwhile dark blond mane. His curls had become visibly darker with the years.

He had grown. Not just mentally.

"Let's get this over with..." He sighed and made his way out of the room and down the hall to his office. Yes, he had a very own office by now. Walking through the glass door, he already saw her seated there; innocently playing with the slighty too long sleeves of your light blue blouse. Magnus swallowed. He didn't actually really want to do this, but he had to.

Rather loudly, he closed the door behind himself; causing her to jump slightly. "Y/L/N..." The detective addressed her sternly with her surname. "What happened during observation with Anderson?" His deep blue eyes settled on her smaller frame; watching her scrunch her nose and shrugging her shoulders. "I just did what I thought was right." Y/N answered nonchalantly. Magnus frowned; not quite believing her. "Clas said you acted headless. Again." The woman with the Y/H/C scoffed. "I didn't act headless! I just wanted to interfere, before-" The older detective gritted his teeth; tired of her constant excuses and her not owning up to her obvious mistakes.

Clas may be an arsehole - but he was an experienced detective and certainly not stupid.

Magnus had a long thread of patience, but it came how it had to come someday... He lost it. "You know what, Y/L/N? I don't want to hear it! Don't waste your breath! This is going to lead nowhere - like all our serious conversations do! It's pointless, until you finally stop being so utterly stubborn and headless and listen to me - or other experienced detectives!" Y/N stood up from her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not a newbie anymore, Magnus! I know what I'm doing!" Magnus shook his head. "No, you don't! You don't have the experience! I never said that you're a newbie! Sure, you know your job, but sometimes you just should listen to me! It'll get you in serious trouble sometime! I can assure you that!"

The woman groaned in frustration and rounded the desk; stepped closer to her mentor. So close, that she was almost chest to chest with him. "I don't think I'm the problem. You are. You didn't like me from the first day. Don't pretend it isn't true! You just don't trust in my skills enough is all!"

The curly haired man felt the blood boil within his veins. Why was she so annoying and unreasonable? "No, that is not true! I just don't want you getting yourself hurt or even killed! We're not dealing with kid stuff like neighbour fights or drunkards behind a steering wheel, no..." He sighed; pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, we are dealing with the heavy stuff. Raids, drug businesses and murder! I've seen what this job can do to people! I know what can happen, so please... Please let me talk some sense into you right now!" His apprentice stepped even closer. So close, that he could feel her warm breath on his face. "I know what we are doing, Magnus. I'm neither stupid, nor blind. Learn to trust me more. Have some confidence in me and stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

She held his hard gaze for a few seconds, then walked past him; "My shift it over. I'll see you tomorrow." and left him behind in his office.

Magnus wanted to scream and throw something against the wall. Why does she had to make things so difficult? It could be so easy! After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down at his desk; closing his eyes for a short moment. "This woman is going to break my nerves..." The curly haired man muttered to himself; opening a file he had to work on.

Only a mere week later happened exactly that what Magnus always tried to prevent from happen. Y/N's recklessness got her into a dangerous situation...

The pair was on observation duty today; for a case involving a drug business. Their suspect was a young man; living in the poorer district of Ystad. Together, Magnus and Y/N walked to the detectives car. "Remember, Y/N... We are just on observation, okay?" She opened the passenger door; giving him a smile. "Sure, Mags! I got it. Loosen up a little." Eyeing her for another moment, he sat inside the car; slamming the door shut.

The older police officer drove them to their destination - a very old, bedraggled building at the edge of the town. It has been reported that this was a 'famous' drug business destination, so... And besides was their suspect spotted here before. Magnus parked the car a bit offsides; not to attract any attention. And with that, the observation started. It took a long few hours until something was happening in front of the building... A car stopped right in front of it. Somebody was getting out of the vehicle.

The curly haired man grabbed his binocular. "It's him. It's Bergman." The young police officer reached for her binoculars as well. "Looks like he's waiting for someone." Magnus agreed. "Yes..."

"Let's get closer."

The curly haired man shook his head. "No, Y/N. We are just observing, remember?" "Yes, but-" "No buts. We are staying in this car." The young woman inhaled deeply. "Yes, boss."

"Stop calling me that." "Why?" "Because I don't like it and you know it." She giggled. "Alright... Boss."

Magnus rolled his eyes; feeling his nerves stressed out again. "Y/N, I swear, if you don't-" "Oh my gosh, this is a drug deal! We are witnessing one of Bergman's drug deals!" She suddenly interrupted her mentor; gazing through the binoculars again, "Look!" and reached over to slap the elder man's shoulder. Martinsson did what Y/N asked him to do and watched the scenes unfold through his binoculars.

He swallowed. "It seems like it, yes." "We have to intervene, Magnus! We have to do something!" For the nth time, the curly haired detective shook his head. "No, we won't," he hissed. "If we do that now, just intervene and something gets wrong, we- Y/N, stop!"

He shouldn't have averted his eyes from his protégée. A mistake with consequences.

The last thing he saw of her, was how she stormed out of the car; weapon drawn. "Damnit!" Magnus cursed; slamming his hands down on the steering wheel, before running them through his thick curls. Quickly reaching for the binoculars again, he watched her every step; his fingers curling tightly around it.

Don't act with precipitation, don't act with precipitation, Magnus repeated the words like a prayer inside his head. Keep a cool head.

He watched how Y/N sneaked up towards the building and the two men; clearly with the intention to corner them - and that's what the young police officer did, but without success.

One of the two men (not the main suspect) broke out in panic and fled. Magnus swallowed; still watching. She went to approach Bergman; wanted to arrest him, but it didn't go how she planned this. Exactly that happened, what Magnus always had been afraid of... Y/N's headlessness got her into a dangerous, life threatening situation...

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was about to put handcuffs around Bergman's wrists and the next she found herself in the clutches of another man - probably their suspect's friend or henchman, with her gun on the ground and a knife pressed snugly against her neck. That was the moment Magnus lost it. He had to intervene. He needed to save this reckless woman and protect her. At all costs. He knew that he should call for backup and get this done the right and proper way, but he couldn't. Seeing Y/N with a knife pressed against her neck, caused the attentive policeman to lose it.

Magnus' heart dropped into his gut. It made him act headless, too.

He stormed out of the car; slamming the door shut behind himself. As fast as possible, he sneaked his way over. Magnus' heart was thumping against his ribcage; adrenaline, fear and nervosity flooded his system. Gritting his teeth and taking a few deep breaths, he left his hideout - gun drawn and loaded. "Ystad polisen! Släpp kniven!" The man's eyes who held Y/N widened, while Bergman wanted to reach for his own weapon. Something Magnus halted. "Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu!" Then he turned to face the other young man. "Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå!"

The man with black hair scoffed. "Varför ska vi låta henne gå?" The curly haired detective gritted his teeth. He saw only two ways out of this... Actually one. Shooting them was definitely not an option.

He looked over at Y/N. He saw how the young woman trembled in the bulkier man's arms; trying to hold back the tears.

Magnus swallowed hard. "Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå." As a sign that he really meant it, the detective engaged the safety of his gun and threw it away, before he lifted his hand in surrender. Y/N's eyes widened at the foolish behaviour of Magnus. She had never seen him acting like this before.

"Låt henne nu gå."

The two men looked at each other and nodded. The black haired one threw Y/N aside and both started to run; quickly vanishing out of their sight.

Magnus didn't hesitate; was quick to rush immediately at Y/N's side. "Are you alright?" He asked; concerned eyes scanning her body as he crouched down beside her; wrapping his arms around her body. The young police officer nodded; still a bit trembling. Magnus didn't hesitate; lifted her up and carried her back towards the car, bridal style.

After sitting her in the passenger seat and getting a blanket from the trunk to wrap around her; he started the engine and pulled the car back on the road.

No one said a single word on the entire ride. Magnus was still trying to process what happened and Y/N was still way too shocked and shaken. Instead of driving back to the police station, took Magnus Y/N to his home, where he guided her up the stairs and sat her gently down on the sofa; blanket still wrapped around her. Minutes later, she had a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

"Thank you," the young woman mumbled quietly. "Of course," Magnus reassured her and sat down beside her. "Do you feel better?" She nodded; taking a small sip from the tea. Once more they sat in silence, until Y/N finally had the bravery to ask the question which was ghosting through her head already the whole car ride. "Why did you do that?"

The curly haired man's eyes snapped up to meet Y/N's. He swallowed hard; nervously rubbing his palms together.

"Because I had to."

She shook her head. "No... You didn't. You were acting headless. Something you never did before..."

He wanted to scream. Again. The realisation which had dawned on him after he went to save her was like a punch into the guts. Deep down he knew it, but nevertheless didn't see it coming.

"Well... Perhaps this is just what people do when they're in love."

"W-What?" Y/N blinked; visibly didn't see that coming. "I-In love? A-Are you trying to say that-"

"I've fallen in love with you, yes."

Silence.

"I-I don't know what to say, I..." Magnus gave her a gentle smile, despite that he felt like dying inside. "You don't have to say anything, Y/N." He knew that his feelings weren't reciprocated. Why should they? What would Y/N want with a man who was almost ten years older than her? "You wanted an honest explanation. I gave you one and that was it. This is an issue I have to deal with, not y-" The detective got interrupted and literally overwhelmed that her lips were suddenly on his; massaging them gently and encouraging him to kiss back.

It felt surreal. Like a dream - but he couldn't help himself but to give in and melt into the kiss.

"So... Does that mean my feelings are reciprocated?" He panted against her lips; smiling. Y/N scoffed playfully. "Didn't I make that very clear?" Magnus shook his head. "No, no, I think you need to give me a few more evidences." She smirked.

"Gladly."

Translation:

Släpp kniven! - Drop the knife!

Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu! - Don't even think about it! Hands behind your head, now!

Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå! - And you are going to drop that knife and let her go!

Varför ska vi låta henne gå? - Why should we let her go, huh?

Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå. - Let her go and I'll let you go.

Låt henne nu gå. - Now let her go.

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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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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 1 year ago

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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.

❆ 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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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Tied Up | Magnus Martinsson x Reader

A/N: Second entry for 4k Trope/Kink Bingo: Rope Kink with Magnus. I swear I love Magnus, but I also love putting him into ridiculous situations.

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Femal eReader

Summary: Magnus has big plans for your anniversary, only to be thwarted by his lack of planning.

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, restraints, rope play, cursing, very light BDSM.

Tag lists are open! Please let me know if you want to be added! Thank you for reading!

Magnus’s cheeks flushed, even browsing the website. His eyes darted towards the bedroom door, making sure you were still asleep. When he had asked if you wanted to do something special for your anniversary later that month, he had not expected your answer.

“Could we try bondage?” you asked in a soft voice.

Magnus gulped. The two of you had discussed trying out some more adventurous activities in the bedroom.

“Yeah, sure.” He stuttered. “I could bring home some handcuffs.”

“No, rope.” you countered.

Magnus nodded. “Right, rope. Like from the hardware store?”

You giggled. “I would prefer a rope from an adult shop, made specifically for this.”

“Alright,” Magnus’s cheeks turned pink. “Any other requests?”

You smirked. “Surprise me.” You leaned over to kiss his lips.

Now he sat on the couch with his laptop perched on his legs contemplated what rope would be best to tie up his girlfriend. After fifteen agonizing minutes, he finally checked out, cleared his search history and set about his day.

The package arrived two weeks later, in discrete packaging as promised. Magnus shoved it under the bed, unopened, until your anniversary.

Originally, the plan had been to spend the day together with both you taking off of work but you unexpectedly got called in.

“I shouldn’t be more than a few hours.” you commented, tugging on a pair of pants.

Magnus pouted, propped up the pillows, the sheets loose around his hips. It pained you to leave him behind, but your big work presentation was blowing up and not in a good way. You needed to head into the office and put out some fires.

“I understand, but I’m not happy, darling.” Magnus pulled you onto his chest as you walked by. “Hurry home, I have big plans.”

You reached down and cupped him through the sheets, and Magnus moaned.

“I can tell. Don’t start without me.” You pecked his lips before standing up. “I’ll text you on my way home.”

Magnus watched as you headed out the bedroom, listening for the front door shutting and lock turning.

Once he was convinced you weren’t coming back, he jumped out of bed, blond curls bouncing. He ducked under the bed pulling out the package from online.

“Now let’s do a test run.” he smiled, pulling up a video on his laptop.

You weren’t terribly concerned when Magnus didn’t respond to your text, shrugging it off that he fell back asleep. The apartment was eerily quiet as you unlocked the door, setting your keys in the bowl by the door.

“Magnus?” you called out, in case he was up.

“DARLING!” he yelled back.

Your brow furrowed as you detected what sounded like panic in Magnus’s voice. You swiftly made your way to the bedroom.

“Magnus, are you…” your voice trailed off as saw the scene laid out in front of you. “… how did you manage to do that?”

You covered your mouth to suppress giggles as Magnus squirmed, his feet and hands bound with rope.

“I forgot the scissors. And the knots… they tightened.” His head dropped towards his chest.

Your eyes darted over to dresser to see a video on the screen.

“Didn’t the video warn you?” You raised an eyebrow. Seeing Magnus restrained was doing things to you. To put it plainly, it was hot as fuck.

“Yes. Please come untie me.”

You slipped off your shoes. “Why would I do that?”

“Because we have plans.” Magnus squirmed and struggled against the rope as you stalked towards him.

You waved him off. “Dinner isn’t for hours. And I did say ‘surprise me’. This is certainly a surprise.”

Your hands slid down his torso, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. You raised a single eyebrow.

“May I?”

Magnus nodded, his eyes wide while you shimmied his boxers down just enough to pop his cock free. You licked your lips as his already stiff erection bobbed free.

“Looks I’m not the only excited by this.” You stepped back and tugged your jeans to the floor, along with your panties. Your shirt followed. Magnus’s legs struggled as he wanted to splay his legs.

You clicked your tongue. “Aww, baby. Do you want me to ride your cock?” You stood in front of him, taking off your bra. Magnus twitched, and you smiled. You know how much he loved your boobs. Touching them, pinching the nipples.

“Yes, please. Untie my hands.” he growled.

You climbed onto his lap, sinking slowly onto his cock, wiggling your ass as you sat flush against him.

“No.” You rocked against him. “I like you at my mercy.” You grabbed his neck and crashed your lips against his.

Magnus pressed his chest against yours, craving as much of your skin on his.

“Fuck, darling.” he groaned against your lips.

“As you wish.” You rocked and bucked on him. “Better?”

“Yes!” His head buried into your shoulder. Magnus nipped and sucked at the skin. “You are exquisite, darling.”

“You feel so good buried inside me. Making me come with your cock. Do you want me to come on your cock, baby?”

“Please.” His voice muffled against your neck.

“I love when you beg.” You ground down on his hips, twisting and rutting. Gaining delicious friction against your clit.

Magnus’s breath grew shallow and erratic. He was close. Your own release drew near.

“That’s it, baby. Come inside me. Fill me up.” You purred in his ear.

Magnus came with a groan, biting down hard on your shoulder. You followed him, squeezing his cock with your walls, still rocking up and down on him, but slowing the pace.

The two of you stilled, sweat shared between your bodies. You stood and undid the knots on Magnus’s ankles first, followed by his hands. He grabbed you by the waist and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, hungrily exploring.

“On the bed.” he growled. “It’s my turn.” Magnus smirked at you.

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fadingfics · 4 years ago

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TH HBC Kinktober 18

October 18th - Phone Sex/Sexting - Magnus

@the-th-horniest-book-club

MagnusMartinsson/Reader. He’s home alone and bored.

This is your fault.

The text read. It wouldn’t have meant much if it wasn’t for the picture. A dick pic. His dick, to be more specific. You’d recognize it anywhere. You felt your cheeks warm up and you gulped hard.

- You asshole, I’m in a meeting!!! - Was your reply.

And I miss you.

- It’s your day off, not mine.

Magnus sent yet another pic, this time he was fisting his cock. Its head was bright red with a tiny pearl of precum on the tip.

You hid the phone under the table while your co-workers looked expectantly at you. You cleared your throat and carried on talking where your partner left off. You had put the phone on silent mode for the meeting, but it still vibrated against your thigh. You ignored it for several minutes, until the meeting was wrapping up.

You should have stayed here with me. Fake sick or something. I’m having to take care of things by myself.

Another picture of his cock almost at full hardness covered the screen.

Okay, ignore me. I’ll be over here thinking of all the things I’d like to do to you.

A picture of his tongue stuck in between two of his fingers accompanied the text. It sent a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat pooled in your groin. You put the phone back on your thigh and waited for the meeting to be over. At last, everyone was dismissed and you all but ran to the bathroom.

You opened the chat to see a short video of Magnus stroking his cock slowly, his low moans could be heard in the background.

- You are in so much trouble.

Am I going to be punished? 😏😉

You pressed your lips, and thighs, together.

- Wanna know what I’m going to do when I get home?

Please?

- I’m gonna wrap my lips around that tip and suck until your eyes are able to see the inside of your skull.

You locked yourself in a stall and dropped your underwear, sending him a pic of your wet pussy, one of your fingers on your clit.

- Then I’m gonna sit this pussy on your face and use those ridiculous curls on your head to steer you as you eat it. And you better eat it good, cause otherwise your cock ain’t getting anywhere near it.

You waited for a moment. Magnus had read the text, but he wasn’t typing and hadn’t replied yet. Biting back a snicker, you typed again.

- Now stop touching yourself. If you come before I do, we’re not having sex in a week.

Silence. You stared at your phone for a whole minute before you saw Magnus was typing.

That is not nice.

You sent him a selfie, licking your slick off your fingers and winking at the screen.

- Who ever said I was nice?

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screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms · 5 years ago

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Forensics to Romantics (Magnus Martinsson x Reader)

Chapter Five: Sealing Looks

Part 5/?

Words: 868

(Y/N's POV)

It had been about a month since Magnus and I became partners and things had been going pretty smoothly. Although, he did keep asking me the same question again and again, but I would always just dismiss it. This time, he wasn't giving up.

"Just tell me," He pleaded as we sat at a small table eating launch in one of the break rooms. "When we were at the crime scene when I first started working here, one of the CSI team members gave you some sort of letter. I thought it was the search warrant, but when we got to her house Lance gave it to you. Whatever you were given before didn't have anything to do with that murder did it? Come on Y/N, just tell me, it's been eating me for weeks."

"Fine," I said setting my drink down on the table and looking him in the eyes. To say that I wasn't impressed with Magnus noticing the exchange would have been a lie, but I would never tell him that. Magnus seemed surprised that I was going to actually answer his question after weeks of him asking. "I will tell you, Martinsson, only because if I hear you ask me one more time, I will probably do something that would most likely get me fired, but you can't tell anyone else. Got it?"

Magnus nodded and I could see the excitement of finally knowing what was in the letter.

"It was another attempt to have me work with him," I began to say with an annoyed tone in my voice. "Even though I have told Mycroft time and time again I wasn't interested in his "little undercover mission" he is still trying to get me to accept."

"Wait," Magnus began after the look of shock left his face.

"You are telling me, Mycroft Holmes, like Mycroft runs the British Government Holmes wants you for a mission, and you said no?"

"Yes," I said taking a drink from my cup. "That's exactly what I'm telling you. I don't want to be another one of his go-to fallback operatives when he needs to do something to look good for the rest of his Embassy friends, not after the last time."

I didn't mean to say that last part out loud, but I was distracted by my thoughts and it just slipped. I could see the gears turning in Magnus' head after I had finished, he was smart enough to know there was something bigger going on and he knew better than to push it right now.

"I see," Magnus said and looked away, his blonde curls falling slightly over his blue eyes. "Well, just getting asked work for Mycroft must mean you are good."

"Like you didn't already think I was good," I said in a joking tone, a small smile now on my lips. "Your jaw basically hit the ground when we met at that crime scene."

"What can I say?" He flashed me a smile. "You were amazing back there. I've never seen anyone do what you did."

"Oh, shut it Martinsson," I said cleaning up my spot at the table and rolling my eyes at him. "We have a job to get back to."We both cleaned up and went back to where the decks are, and I could see Janna and Jake talking to each other."Hey, Magnus," Jenna said when she saw us walk in. "Hey Y/N."

"Hello," I said with a nod and sat down at my desk. "Any developments on the jewel thief case you two have been working on?"

"No," Jake said in an annoyed tone. "Two weeks and still nothing."

"It's true," Jenna looked over at him and then back at me. "We had a few leads, but they all came up empty."

"You know," Magnus began to say, joining the conversation. "Y/N and I aren't on a case, we could give you a hand if you would like."

Jake scoffed and looked back down at his computer screen, and obviously didn't like the thought of working with Magnus and I any more than he had to.

"That would be great," Jenna said either not noticing or not caring about Jake's annoyance. "It would be helpful to have a fresh set of eyes."

I saw the look and Jake's face and knew he had some things he wanted to say to us, most likely cured, but he kept them to himself.

As the four of us worked together, I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and saw Magnus staring at me, but once I saw him, he quickly looked back down at his work.

What was that about?

Through the course of the day, I caught Magnus looking at me seven times, but didn't bring it up to him.

When the day came to an end, we were a bit closer to solving the case, much to Jake’s dismay. We all said our goodbyes and went home. The whole ride back, I couldn’t stop thinking about Magnus, and how he kept stealing glacises at me all day.

I walked into my house and locked the door behind me, and make my way to the shower, thinking maybe that would clear my head.

A shower and a good night’s sleep, that would surely get the handsome detective out of my head.

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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!

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year ago

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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."

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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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