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anon-blu · 2 years ago

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Raindrops C6 (Donnie x GN! reader)

A/N: Hey ya’ll! Sorry this took so long, after an eventful week about a competition, christmas party, having two nosebleeds and two painful morning leg cramps and lose sleep and having to sleep early I have FINALLY FINISHED CHAPTER 6. Please do enjoy my fic, if you don’t like it, I would very much appreciate constructive critism (not hate comments pls I haven’t experienced that but still be respectful of other authors too). Now without further ado your fluffy chapter awaits. (forgot to add this, i have madz respect for ya’ll smart authors cuz the information that i use to donnie is only solely based off the internet, so if there is misinformation pls let me know)

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Chapter 6: Drunk

Song to play with: Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift and Night Trouble by Petit Biscuit

You shifted around and felt something holding your hand. You slowly opened your eyes to find someone beside you. It was… Donnie, your eyes widened and you sat up quickly but not enough to wake him up. You looked around then looked at him, you were internally screaming.

You tried to recall what happened last night, then you remembered something.

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It was a beautiful night, all the stars were out and there were clear skies, cars passed by and the soft breeze touched your delicate skin. You were only wearing your oversized lilac sweater yet you still felt cold from that night. You were walking down the street on your way to a bar where your friend had invited you to join.

Next thing you knew, you were already at the bar, you see some of your friends were chugging down bottles of beer and cheering. It was quite loud at the place and you were only sitting beside your best friend. You were then urged to drink as well, you decided not to be a killjoy so you chugged down 3 bottles of alcohol.

You slammed down the beer mug on the table with a satisfying ‘ah!~’ that left your lips. “3 bottles! BeAt ThAT jewErmY!” You provoked your friend. Time went by quickly after that and you all parted ways. You were swaying slightly a bit, side to side, saying your goodbyes to your friends before giving them tight hugs after.

You went the opposite direction from them and started walking by yourself to your home.

You swayed here and there, you were wandering around, happily humming to yourself. You suddenly tripped, you were falling, you closed your eyes but you didn’t reached the concrete floor. You opened your eyes slowly only to see someone familiar holding you by your arms.

“D-Donnie!~” you cooed.

He was staring at your eyes and you stared back. You grinned and stood up properly, swaying a bit to the side. He was wearing a hoodie, and his usual bandanna as always, you noticed that his mask was gone. You tilted your head to the side, in confusion, he tilted his head as well, feeling slightly confused on what you were doing right now.

You were staring at him, squinting your eyes, you noticed that his skin was green and he had no nose, you just realized that he had drawn eyebrows on his bandanna and you were too distracted to notice it before. “Frog?” You blurted out.

He looked at you for a moment, before chuckling right after. “I’m not a frog, Y/N.” He said with a smile and let go of his hands around you. “Ohhhh!~” You said as you smiled at him back. “What are you then?” You asked, he didn’t reply to that, his smile faded as you asked that.

“H-How about we get you to your humble abode first!” He said quickly, trying to change the subject. You nodded like a child in response, you walked past him, swaying slightly. He followed behind you, keeping watch of you and making sure to help you if ever you were to trip again.

He cleared his throat and spoke to you. “Have you been drinking?” as if it wasn’t that obvious already.

You hiccuped a bit and replied. “Yep! My friend took me to a friends gathering! And I drank 3 bottles!” You turned to him and pointed three fingers at him while smiling. “Geez, you shouldn’t drink too much.” He said as he walked a bit closer to you.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” You pouted at him.

He looked at you then laughed at your antics. “Well, if you drink too much, then you won’t be able to get home by yourself.”

“Then I will drink too much so we can spend more time together!” You smiled at him.

He stopped talking, you noticed a dark hue forming on his face, he put his hand over to his face, trying to cover his slight grin.

“W-Well! Then I’ll scold you many times if you keep doing that.”

“No fair~” You pouted once again.

"C-come now, lets get you home now." He said straightening up his position and clearing his throat.

"Okaaaayy." You sighed like a child before turning your back to him, walking with him. You kept walking for a bit, swaying to the side, you almost tripped over but he caught you once again.

He sighed and held your arms together. "God, this is just gonna be one time, they'll forget it soon eventually. After all the human brain's function with alcohol interferes with the brain's communication pathways which will completely make you forget." He said as he tapped your arms and letting go before turning around and crouching down.

"Please uhm, Y/N, would you mind if I.. hoist you up against my back?" He asked without looking at you.

"Piggyback rides! I love it!!" You exclaimed as you got onto him fairly quickly. You wrapped your arms around him and let your legs dangle. He pulls your back and legs up as he stood, balancing you on his back.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, snuggling comfortably. "This is… nice.." You said as you were starting doze off a bit.

He went silent before speaking up.

"Yes, yes it is.."

"Sooo… are you a frog?" You asked again.

He snorted a bit. "I'm not a frog, Y/N, I'm… something else."

"I've seen weirder shit, Donnie, have you even seen that human transforming into a pig on live tv?!" You said as you put your arms up. He got off balance but mangaed to get you properly snuggled on his back.

"Don't move too much or we'll both fall." He scolded you.

"Pffbh, fine.." You grumbled as you wrapped your arms on him tightly, yawning slightly.

"You know.. I'm not supposed to tell you this.. but.. I'm actually.. a.." You didn't hear the last part as you slowly drifted to sleep.

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You started panicking inside, knowing that he isn't human at all. You took a deep breath and looked in his direction. You let out a soft sigh as you watched him sleep soundly.

He was lying his head on the bed, one arm wrapped around his head and his hand intertwined with yours. You can't help but blush a bit, knowing that you were holding his hand. You rubbed his hand slightly with your thumb, you smiled slightly before looking back to him, only to find him staring at you with a dark hue on his face. You hadn’t noticed that he had woken up already, you stared at him back, not knowing what to say.

Your face turned red immediately as soon as you realized you were still holding his hand, you quickly let go and covered your blushing face with your blanket. He didn’t say anything at all but after a few minutes you felt something touch your head, then came with a gentle pat.

“I-I’ll see you around then..” He whispered as he opened the door and going out.

You stayed in your position for a couple of minutes, thinking what just happened.

#rottmnt x gn reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donnatello #rottmnt donnie #x reader #x gn reader #donatello x reader #gn reader

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harringtonisms · 2 years ago

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wonder

pairing: steve harrington / eddie munson summary: eddie puts his hair up and steve cant handle it. warnings: none! lots of pining & fluff ahead! word count: 1.1K a/n: this is based on this little blurb i did! it's also my first fic that i'm publishing! reblogs, likes, comments, and asks are all appreciated! tips and constructive critisms are also very very appreciated!!!

special thank you to my beta readers @bobbiewritesstuff & @thefreakandthehair <3

Read it on AO3

“Hey Max, can I borrow your scrunchie?”

As someone who regularly fought interdimensional monsters, - Steve imagined a variety of ways he could die. A blue and yellow striped scrunchie, however, was not an item Steve ever thought would make it to that list. Since it was supposed to be a particularly hot day outside, he got roped into hosting a pool party a few days ago and now he sat waiting for the rest of his guests to arrive. Max was the first of the kids to arrive after hitching a ride with Eddie.

Steve was sitting on the edge of the shallow side of the pool as he watched Eddie and Max. Max pointed over to the lounger beside Steve that held her stuff, then continued her descent into the cool water. Eddie walked the perimeter of the pool to the chair next to Steve and picked up her blue and yellow striped scrunchie.

Steve had his eyes trained on the metalhead, watching his fingers flex and stretch the scrunchie, both hands reaching up to his hair at the same time. His gaze dropped to Eddie's waistline, his shirt rising a few delicious inches and exposing the older boy's v-line before it disappeared into his swim trunks. Steve stared for a few seconds, wondering what the stretch of skin on Eddie’s hip would feel like underneath his fingertips. How would Eddie react to Steve touching him so intimately? Would he be silent and watch in fascination or would Steve be able to hear his breaths as his hands explored the soft planes of his skin?

Eddie was wearing a Metallica t-shirt that he cut the sleeves off of, exposing the sides of his stomach and consequently his matching scars with Steve. Steve followed the hem of Eddie’s shirt with his eyes and traveled upwards along its seams towards his arms where the merciless Indiana heat brought on a thin layer of sweat that glistened in the sun. The muscles of Eddie’s arms, a result of hauling heavy stage equipment for his shows, seemed more pronounced than normal. Steve followed the length of his arms to his fingers, decorated with silver rings, that were trapping his hair into the scrunchie.

He let his eyes drift to the collar of Eddie’s shirt. Steve licked his lips, wondering what the skin would taste like on his tongue. How the metalhead would react to Steve marking his neck up with love bites. Letting everyone know he was spoken for. Would he return the favor? He seemed like the kind of guy who’d be into that. Steve’s skin inflamed at the thought of Eddie’s lips on his body. His gaze trailed upwards over his strong jawline and passed his plump lips until they made eye contact. Eddie let the corner of his lips quirk up into a smirk as he took a few steps closer to Steve, squatting beside him.

“Like what you see Stevie?” He teased, head tilted playfully. Steve blushed again, and looked away, embarrassed he was caught checking Eddie out. He was Steve Harrington. Known ladies’ man. He was the one who put Skull Rock on the map and yet here he was, getting flustered over his crush like a schoolgirl. At the end of the day, Eddie was just a boy. A super attractive boy that made his heart stutter and stomach fill with butterflies, but a boy nonetheless. Steve had successfully flirted with plenty of girls. He reminded himself of that fact and decided that this time was no different. He shook his head and turned back towards Eddie and his cocky smile, looking him square in the eyes.

“And what if I say I do?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Eddie’s brows shot up in surprise before returning a second later. He leaned in closer to Steve, leaving less than a foot of space between the two boys. Steve had to force himself to keep his gaze locked on Eddie’s instead of on Eddie’s lips like he so desperately wanted. Eddie licked his lips before he spoke again.

“I’d ask if you’re gonna do anything about it?” Steve’s resolve broke and let his gaze fall to Eddie’s mouth. He dragged his eyes away to glance at the pool and saw Max who was floating around with her eyes closed, seemingly paying no mind to the two teenagers. As he looked back at Eddie he willed himself to come up with something smooth to say back– something to fluster Eddie as much as Eddie had flustered him– but his mind blanked. All he wanted was to just grab Eddie’s face and kiss him until his cocky smirk disappeared. He wanted to feel Eddie’s lips against his own, their chests flush against each other, and the rough calluses of Eddie’s fingers on his chin and waist. His mind wandered to what would happen after a kiss like that. Where would their hands and lips travel to next? His skin burned at the thought and he knew he had to change the topic before he said, or did, something he’d regret. Eddie shifted to sit next to Steve in the silence.

“I like your hair like that,” Steve said, waving towards the messy ponytail at the back of Eddie’s head. Eddie’s face flushed the slightest bit, and Steve smiled to himself. Eddie, who was never one for personal space, tilted his head and leaned over, his lips nearly brushing Steve’s ear.

“I put it up just for you, pretty boy.” Steve was near delirious and already drunk on Eddie’s smell (a mix of weed and cologne). His proximity and the nickname didn’t help. He let out a nervous chuckle and pushed Eddie away with his elbow. He glanced at his crush- he could call it what it was in the safety of his own thoughts-, a small smile at his lips. There were a million things that Steve could say to him right now, yet he couldn’t land on just one thing that would encourage conversation without revealing his feelings.

He’d glanced back at Max who was now fully swimming laps when a chorus of voices from his back door interrupted his thoughts. He snapped his head over to look at the intrusion to find some of his missing guests. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Will were headed towards Steve and Eddie. He took note of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas’ absence.

“Where are the other 3?” He questioned, looking towards Nancy.

“Dustin said he knew a shortcut,” Will answered, before joining Max in the water. Steve looked back at the older kids who only shrugged in response.

“I’m sure they’ll be here eventually,” Robin said flippantly. “There’s only so many ways to get to your house.” Steve nodded in agreement and turned to look at Eddie who’d gotten up to talk to Jonathan. He’d have a million opportunities to tell Eddie how he really felt about him. For now, he was content to just watch him.

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lunar-eclipse-girl · 3 years ago

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𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽-𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼

Vi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,744

a/n: A small continuation of ‘Silver’ but with a lovely timeskip to when Vi is having her first fight with Sevika. again, proof read by a friend. any constructive critism or any comments you have are greatly appreciated.

a/n 2: also just want to say a big thank you for all the love on the last oneshot, if you have any ideas for future oneshots - i might be opening requests soon so if that interests you, feel free to dm me.

7 years previous:

You didn’t spend long watching Vi go off to fight with Vander’s gauntlets, turning your attention back to helping Mylo with uncuffing Vander.

Getting the last cuff open on your side, you stand up in time to see Vi crawling back to the room along with a worried Vander calling her name. Rushing to her, you dragged her into the room and slammed the door shut, locking it just as Deckard who had twisted purple glowing veins running along his skin rushed at you.

Leaning against the door, you check Vi over with your eyes for any major injuries - worry obvious on your face. This was not going the way it was planned but it probably didn’t help hat you all ended up walking into a trap.

The next thud broke the top hinge of the door as you and Vi tried keeping it shut while it was getting pounded repeatedly from the other side. The next thing you knew everything was so bright and loud.

You were crushed under some of the roof that had fallen from the explosion, everything hurt and your vision was blurred as you looked around you the best you could.

you saw Mylo’s arm and Claggor’s leg trapped under a pile of rubble against the wall, no movement from them at all. Turning, you saw the door now dented on the floor and various piles of rubble around you.

No sign of Vi or Vander, but you saw the head of one of Powder’s bombs. No...she couldn’t be here, she wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Vi? Violet!” You could barely recognise your own voice when you spoke, it was so croaky yet light - it was difficult for you to even hear yourself as heat surrounded you. “Vi!”

You struggled crawling out from the rubble, dragging yourself the best you could while feeling your arms start to burn from the flames spread around the room.

Eventually you managed to crawl out of the room - ending up on the rafters surrounding the building through a gaping hole that wasn’t there before you were knocked out. Using the wall to help you stand up, with one of your hands clutched to you bleeding side, the other keeping you supported against the wall, you checked your wound - you must’ve been pierced with something during the explosion.

When you looked down you saw Vander’s body and Silco walking away with a crying Powder in his arms. “Powder!” you tried calling for her repeatedly but she either didn’t hear you or ignored you. You climbed down as quick as you could, however you were slowed from being disoriented and wounded but when you finally reached the ground, they were gone.

Present Day:

You sighed, leaping down from a rooftop and tucked your throwing knives in the garters wrapped around your thighs - keeping one in your hand and twirling it as you walked before swiftly taking your silver hair out of the more than dead hair-tie.

Your hood rested on your shoulders, as the normally busy lanes eventually became empty near Sevika’s usual gambling den spot.

The closer you got, the better you could hear the classic sounds of fighting. However when you heard Sevika say “Vi.” you froze. It couldn’t be, could it? Now very curious, you rounded the corner to see inside the den just as Vi - or at least a very grown up Vi - slam Sevika’s full body into the wall as she panted from their ongoing brawl.

You stayed quiet and hidden as you watched Vi pummel into Sevika, trying to wrap your head around seeing the girl in person again. You tried to decide when to step in or whether to at all - both were very good fighters and you didn’t want to take the chance at first of getting Vi injured worse by randomly appearing after years apart.

“Where’s my sister? Where’s he keeping her?”

“Keeping her? You mean Jinx? She works for him.”

From the shock of her words, you see Vi loosen her grip on Sevika’s throat - ultimately allowing her to stab Vi with her blades for fingers. When Sevika lets go of Vi, you throw two knives into the shimmer tank and main joint of Sevika’s metal arm - disabling her - as you appear from the shadows. With her arm now fucked up, she runs away with a curse.

“Vi.” You run over to her, noticing the blood staring to pool on her shirt. “Shit, this’ll need patched up quickly.” Glancing up, you see Vi look at you confused with tears starting to pool at the corner of her eyes. “Silver?”

You nod and smile, cupping her cheek as she rushes forward and kisses you, holding you tightly against her body despite her injuries - like she didn’t want to lose you, not again.

Gently breaking away, she buries her head in the crook of your neck, as you cup her head and wrap an arm around her back - being careful of injuries. “I thought I lost you, you were under all that rubble and you weren’t moving - I thought you had, I thought...” you shushed her quietly, running your hand through her hair.

“Remember what I said that night, all those years ago? I’m not breaking it even if the fucking devil himself tried taking me away.”

You sighed, letting yourself melt into her embrace - finally seeing her after all these years made it seem surreal. Before this all you had was the memory of her voice urging you on, to keep fighting but now...now she was actually back home, back home to you.

Pulling back, you stand up and bring her with you - wrapping her arm around your neck as you turned and saw another woman standing there awkwardly.

“Sweet-cheeks meet Caitlyn, Caitlyn meet Sweet-cheeks.” “Ignore her, it’s Silver. Lovely to meet you Caitlyn.”

You send a smile to Caitlyn, before whispering to Vi. “Be grateful you’re already injured or I’d be smacking that pretty face of yours.”

She laughed then winced in pain, stumbling with you as you led them towards an old tower that held some history for you both as you motioned Caitlyn to follow you.

“So Caitly, new round here?” You were mainly joking, her posture and nervousness could be sensed a mile away - showing she definitely wasn’t from Zaun.

Caitlyn went to respond before Vi answered for her. “She’s an enforcer from Piltover, got me out of Stillwater. She’s trying to get dirt on Silco.”

“Wait a minute, you were in prison for all these years?” You had no idea that’s where she was this whole time - after the explosion, it was like she didn’t exist. There wasn’t a trace of where she went. That makes a lot more sense.

“If you want dirt on Silco, go after that lovely boss of yours. Marcus, was his name? He’s the reason we get surprise visits from enforcers all the time. Bastard’s working with him.”

~~~TimeSkip~~~

Your conversation continued as you led them to the neon tower, going closer to the edge and then stopping. Vi unhooked her arm from around you and before you could do anything, jumped down onto the closest wooden beam. “Vi!”

After the first beam, it went downhill - just like Vi’s body as she took the second beam to the gut and a few extra thwacks on the way down before landing with a roll on the slightly dipped ground.

Cursing to yourself, you followed down after her - far more graceful however. Lifting Vi back up to standing and using your body as support, you led her towards the door leading inside as Caitlyn landed behind you both - surveying the place.

“What is this place?”

“It’s where the people you topsiders don’t want to think about end up.”

As Caitlyn looks around at the people most affected by Shimmer, you lead Vi inside the tower - Caitlyn following close behind as you set Vi to rest on the wooden bench in the corner.

You take the cloth offered to you by Caitlyn, going to lift the edge of Vi’s top and check her wound - however her wrapped hand comes up to block yours. “Don’t. I did not just get you back for you to go and get yourself stabbed and die on me, alright? Now, keep those hands of yours down for the now.”

You lift her top up and place the cloth against her bleeding wound, putting pressure on it to slow the bleeding. She hisses and lets her head fall back against the wall. “I suppose topsiders are to blame for all your misfortunes.”

“No, not all of them.” She glanced at you when she said that, something passing through her eyes. Before more salt can be added to the metaphorical wound, you take Caitlyn to the side after making sure Vi was stable. “She’s going to need something if we want her to be able to even leave this tower.”

After a quick discussion, Caitlyn leaves to try and find some sort of medicine for Vi and you go back to the wounded brawler’s side, checking her injury again.

“How you holding up, sugar?” You started talking to her, tilting her chin up when you notice her head starting to droop. “Never better, sweet-cheeks.”

You lightly chuckle, shaking your head at her response. “Can never be defeated, huh? C’mon stay awake for me sugar, no slipping away while I’m here.”

“I’m not, slipping away...” Her voice was lighter as she spoke, Caitlyn really needed to hurry up.

Within a minute or two, Caitlyn had returned with the medicine. Tilting Vi’s mouth open, you pour the liquid in her mouth and move back slightly after making sure she swallowed it. Within a few seconds, she jolted forward with a strangled noise as her eyes turned a vibrant, glowing purple from the Shimmer. “Breathe, Vi. Just breathe.”

holding her against you, you slowly lower her to rest back again, watching her breathing slow to a normal pace and her eyes return to their usual blue-grey - your faces inches apart.

“There we go, sugar. easy, easy.”

after waiting a few seconds to make sure she was okay, you peck her nose and move back, checking her wound to see it all healed up. Stepping away, her eyes followed your movements. “Ready to beat some ass, sugar?”

She smirked, standing up as well. “Always, sweet-cheeks.”

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blisschi · 4 years ago

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🍃🌸Longing in the Language of Flowers.🍂🌺

Pairing: Ajax/Childe/Tartaglia x Hanahaki! GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Reader dies🥀

Notes: This is my first one shot so please spare me! I hope Childe isn't too ooc, thought I wanted to concentrate more on his 'Ajax' side. I'll appreciate any constructive critism in dms!

You never wanted to forget.

Even though you had a choice, you didn't want to forget the moment you met this man.

Tiny snowflakes fell outside the window, painting the entire landscape white. You kept telling yourself that Snezhnaya is such a beautiful region.

Even though you thought snow is the most beautiful in the world, you really had no idea what other regions looked like. You were unfamiliar with seeing flowers, seeing plants, feeling warmth.

Countless times you have thought of a trip to Liyue where the warm atmosphere was endless. You would definitely enjoy exploring new sights, getting to know new architecture and tasting new dishes.

However, you could not leave the family to which you became attached. Not now, when they needed you the most.

You have been in Snezhnaya from the beginning, but due to unfair environmental conditions, you had to leave your home.

On your way to finding a new shelter, you have encountered people who greeted you extremely warmly and joyfully, with smiles on their faces and with open arms.

They invited you in and offered you a warm meal, seeing how chilled you are. It was a large family, the siblings quickly started liking you. Moments later you found out that the eldest son is currently traveling, but he comes back in two weeks from now and they are slowly preparing for his return. You were a bit confused at first, but couldn't refuse when the kids almost begged you to stay and spend time with them.

You were an only child, you were unfamiliar with the feeling of family warmth they offered you back then.

Over time, you learned more about the eldest sibling. He's called Ajax. An ever-praised, exemplary big brother. It was obvious that all those compliments made you want to get to know him more and more with each day passing.

They told you that he was a toy seller, selling goods in other parts of Tayvat. It was evident that others missed him very much. When the day of his return came, they were all in a great mood. Youngest siblings ran to the door to greet their brother.

You were standing aside then, not knowing what to do with yourself. Should you come over and introduce yourself? You were afraid of rejection.

You stood in the corner of the room, nervously squeezing the end of your sleeve. You kept repeating the same formula in your head that You wanted to introduce to the man.

A sudden slight tug at the tip of your coat caught your attention, forcing you to look down. It was one of the siblings, looking up at yku with a broad smile, one hand gripping the fabric of the cloak and the other pointing towards his brother, Ajax.

Of course the little ones wanted you to meet their brother. You could say that after only a few weeks have passed, the kids have gotten really attached to you. You were a hardworking person, and when you wasn't busy helping their parents, you played with them in the snow.

Nobody forced you to work, but you did it of your own free will. This is how you wanted to return their kindness.

You smiled slightly and nodded, gently taking the child's hand in yours.

“Okay, Teucer. Hopefully your brother likes me.~” You giggled softly, loosening the atmosphere. Both of you slowly walked over to Ajax and introduced yourself to the new housemate with an innocent smile.

For a moment, the gaze of the blue irises chilled the blood in your veins. The man was staring at you as if searching for any evil intentions. You feared that the one they all loved would not accept you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the ginger was quicker, speaking with a very charming smile.

"So you are the one who helped in the house during my absence? My sister wrote me a lot about you. Thank you for being here for them while I was gone."

•

You widened your eyes, feeling as if all the stress had left your body. You sighed out loud with relief, quiet "Thank You God.." left your mouth, making Teucer chuckle. You were sure that all of the siblings knew how much you feared this meeting.

Even though everyone told you it would be okay, You couldn't help but stress over rejection.

"Ah right! I found out about you the last few days, so I didn't have time to get a better gift to repay for your help." Ajax laughed, grabbing the bag from which he had previously took the exotic toys he had bought for his siblings.

You froze in place, and there was a gleam of excitement in your eyes. "I didn't know what kind of things you liked anyway, so-"

"Thank you.. It's beautiful.." You interrupted him, carefully taking a bouquet of flowers in your hands. It was a bouquet of white flowers, reminding you of snow outside the window. Ajax explained that his sister wrote in a letter that you never left the snowy region. You often talked about the desire to get to know foreign nature, so he thought giving you flowers would be a good idea. "I will take care of them."

•

It's been a few months since you met the ginger, and the two of you got along very well. Ajax explained that he had been given a break to spend time with his family, so you two spent most of the day doing chores and playing with the younger ones.

You couldn't complain. His presence really cheered up the surroundings. He treated you like a family member, everyone treated you like a family member. You were immensely grateful to them for that. However, you couldn't hide that you saw something intriguing every time you looked at those blue eyes.

You had the same desire to know what was behind this sight as you had the same desire to know travel around the Tayvat.

You took care of the flowers given to you on a daily basis. You made sure they got enough water and sun, even though it was sometimes hard to do.

"You'll take care of the kids when I have to leave again, right?" You were disturbed by the same cheerful voice you loved to hear. Ajax was drawing with his finger in the snow. The two of you went for a walk to see the aurora. One of the most beautiful views you have ever seen in your life.

You tilted your head towards him and with a small smile on your face, cheeks red from the cold, you replied.

"Yeah.. We are family after all."

•

Family... You kept telling that to yourself.

The ginger has already left the home several times, but it didn't stop you from contacting each other. You waited impatiently for the letters, which you have always read with great excitement.

Every time he returned, he handed you new species of flowers. You treated each of them as a treasure, carefully keeping them in your room.

One day, Ajax returned from one of his long journeys. He was greeted by every member of the family with a smile on his face and as always, when giving out gifts you were given the most beautiful flowers you have seen so far.

He explained that their name was Glaze Lillies. The unusual blue color reminded you of icicles glistening in the light of the morning sun. You could have sworn you were speechless at the moment, and your only reaction was flushed cheeks and widened eyes reflecting the glow of the flowers.

The whole family sat down at the table to celebrate his return. As always, Ajax talked about what had happened to him while he was away. He talked about the flora, architecture and literature of the region from which he returned. He talked about the people he met and the extraordinary things that happened to him.

He sometimes made you laugh softly at how he stretched out some of the stories to arouse the curiosity of his younger siblings.

"I met one girl.. she's a traveler." He stated suddenly, smiling to himself slightly. You froze as you looked at him with the corner of your eyes. You could have sworn your breath stopped for a moment. You felt a little sting in your chest that made you grimace in pain. What was that? At that moment, you didn't want to think too much about it, so you chose to ignore it. After all, Ajax must have met many people on his journey... many girls. However, the smile you saw on his face worried you.

You couldn't sleep that night, you felt like something was holding your breath away. The feeling was accompanied by a slight, stabbing pain in your chest.

It must be a common cold, you thought.

The next day, Ajax invited you for a walk. One of the most anticipated moments related to his return. Even though it was cold outside, you always felt warm by his side.

However, that day, he kept telling you about the girl he met. Each sentence felt as if one of the coolest icicles pierced your heart right through.

With a slight smile on your face, you nodded at the ginger's every word, suffering with every moment as you saw his excitement grow. What did he like about this girl so much? Is it because she was a traveler?

After all, you also wanted to get to know the world..

After all, you also wanted to travel..

"Everything's fine?" Your came back to reality hearing the sound of his voice, and his hand on your shoulder. You felt the tears slowly appear in the corners of your eyes. You nodded slightly and forced a smile as you chased away all his worries.

Why does it hurt so much?

We are just a family..

•

You began to avoid contact with others. You spent more and more time in your room. You felt lack of breath bothering you with every passing day, until one day, during a coughing attack, you spat out a flower petal. Its color reminded you of the flowers Ajax gave you after returning from Liyue.

At first you thought it was interesting, but you didn't end up realizing the seriousness of the situation.

It wasn't long before this problem began to bother you. With each cough, the pain in your chest deepened, sending chills down your body and temporarily taking the air out of your lungs.

You hid it from others, not wanting to worry the family members, especially Ajax. You were convinced that you could deal with the problem yourself. You were sure of it.

"A-agh--" You let out a soft groan of defeat, leaning in front of the sink to cough out more petals. One of your hands was pressed against your chest, unable to bear the pain that accompanied you at that moment.

Your other hand was clenched at the end of the sink, trying to somehow stay standing. You squeezed your eyes shut and, with a painful whine, spat out more petals, stained with blood.

You sighed with relief and fell to the floor with no strength left, hiding your face in your hands.

•

Ajax has returned from another trip. The surprise on his face was quite big when he found out that you did not come to greet him along with the others. He's been informed that you haven't been feeling well lately.

The only time you decide to leave the room is late in the evening. It worried him, you weren't in that shape the last time he saw you.

You made sure, you closed the door quietly behind your back as you left the room. You went to the kitchen to drink some water. You had trouble eating, every time you tried to swallow something, your throat responded with a stabbing pain.

"[Y / N]"

You heard that voice, the voice that rang in your head every night. The voice that, despite the pain, made you smile.

You turned to the ginger who you guessed, was already waiting for you. He froze as he saw you, clenching his hand into a fist.

Bags under your eyes, weakened figure.

"Would you like to go on a walk with me..?" He asked uncertainly, looking straight into your eyes.

Despite your exhaustion, you smiled and nodded, quietly pleading for the constant coughing to leave you for at least this evening.

•

"There is something I'd like to tell you." He started, staring at the light of the aurora borealis, the glow of the stars reflected in the surface of the frozen lake.

You looked at him, expecting him to continue.

He told you the whole truth by the end of the night. The whole truth behind his job and his travels. Even though you were extremely grateful to him for trusting you enough to tell you all this informations, your heart was slowly sinking in regret, realizing that someone like you had no chance to be with him. You understood why he preferred someone else, more valiant than you. He wouldn't be able to spend his life peacefully at home, without any adrenaline rush.

"A..jax" You whispered, drawing his attention to yourself. He stared at your tired face, flustered by the chilly weather cheeks. "Please.. Don't leave anymore.."

You forced that one sentence out of yourself, looking the ginger straight in the eyes, begging him with your gaze to stay with you in Snezhnaya.

He sighed softly and put his hand to your cheek, smiling apologetically.

•

"H-haah!-" You fell to the floor in front of the sink, choking out a fully bloomed flower. Your condition has worsened considerably since Ajax went on another journey.

Other family members began to worry more about you. You have hardly eaten anymore, you have not let anyone into your room. You even had a problem with drinking.

You wanted it to be over. It was much more pleasant to go outside and freeze in the company of dancing snowflakes and the beautiful light of the aurora.

But you had to hold on a little longer. Ajax was coming home in a few days. You wanted to see him again.

You yelped softly and tried to catch your breath, clenching your hands on your throat.

You couldn't breathe.

With the last of your strength you pushed your index and middle fingers into your throat, forcing yourself to gag, which forced you to spit out another flower.

You gasped for air, fainting from exhaustion.

•

The ginger opened the door, a smile on his face. He was happy, he had good news. In the end, he managed to get more than a month off to spend some time with his family. With you. He was more than excited to let you know.

However, he was not greeted by the joyful siblings he had expected. Everyone was in a gloomy mood.

Ajax immediately spotted that something's wrong, slowly putting down the bag, which he would normally pull the gifts from. His siblings sat at the table, silently staring ahead.

Ajax shot his parents a questioning glance as they handed him a piece of paper torn from some notebook, stained with blood.

"They left it for You.. Yesterday.. We buried-"

Ajax widened his eyes and without thinking, clutching the paper in his hand, he headed to your room. The door lock was broken, as if someone had tried to get in before.

He pushed the door open and froze in place, staring at the bloodstained floor. Flower petals were scattered all over the room. The bouquet of Cecilia and Glaze Lillies he gave you months ago is long withered.

Ajax looked down, unable to stop his hand from shaking.

He knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth, bitter tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You made flowers bloom inside me, and althrough they are beautiful, I can't breathe."

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bestiepetedavidson · 4 years ago

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Can I request hcs what Pete would do when you're standing in the middle of the night at his door, after a break up with your now ex boyfriend? Thankss ❣

yes! this game me inspo and i’m going to try to do a written-out story if that’s ok! :)

a/n: y’all this is the first story ish thing i’ve ever written so i apologize if it’s really bad/cringey! i feel like it’s extremely choppy but idrk how to fix it. constructive critism/suggestions/etc is ALWAYS appreciated! thank u! <3

song to listen to: i’m thinking adore you by bestie harry? idk it just fits hehe

tw: angst? i think? idk this is my first time writing this much lol. some strong language. ending with fluff :)

it was almost 3 am on a saturday night, pouring rain and thundering, and you were left crying on your now ex’s doorstep. you ran into your car, soaking wet. your boyfriend/girlfriend of 3 years, the person you were gonna marry- had just dumped you. they cheated on you with your best friend.

you had no one to talk to and nowhere to go. you’re pretty introverted, and the only people you really had were your ex-best friend, your ex, and your friend pete. and pete’s friends too, technically. they were mainly his friends but you would all hang out together, none of which you felt comfortable enough to go to.

you called pete- no answer. he probably still hasn’t left 30 Rock. but anyways, he had a lot on his plate. you continued to bawl as tears rolled down your cheeks and your mascara smudged underneath your eyes. you broke down and you couldn’t stop. he/she broke your heart into a million pieces in the matter of seconds. the past 3 years of your life had gone to waste.

you decided to just drive. you didn’t have anywhere to go because you were staying with him/her. you just drove around aimlessly for 20 minutes, still crying the whole time. then, you got a phone call. “pete”, your phone read. thank god. quickly, you pulled into a random grocery store’s parking lot. you picked the phone up and your bluetooth connected to your car.

“y/n” pete said. he sounded tired.

“yeah?” you responded, still crying.

“what happened? is everything okay?”

you tried to explain what had just happened, but you were too much of a crying mess for him to make out anything you were saying.

pete, confused, told you “y/n, i’m sorry, i can’t understand what you’re saying”. he took a deep breath, and continued. “do you want to come over? i just got home from work. we can talk it out”. his voice sounded worried

you agreed and hung up, and set your google maps to his apartment address. you started to blast a random spotify breakup playlist and drove.

a little later, at around 3:40, you finally made it. still soaking wet from the rain, you took the elevator up to his floor. you had somewhat calmed down, but you looked like you’ve been through a trainwreck. you knocked on pete’s door and he opened it to see you in your current state. the moment you saw him you just broke down, and he pulled you into a hug without saying anything.

so there you two were. just standing in the middle of the building’s hallway, hugging. in the middle of the night. he didn’t care that you were getting him and his clothes wet, and he didn’t care that he couldn’t go to sleep. he was simply focused on you and what was going on. he softly rubbed your back, and every time you would start shake uncontrollably again, he’d just hug you harder.

eventually, he suggested going back in. “y/n, let’s go inside and sit. you can tell me what’s going on and i’ll do my best to help.”

he held the door for you to go in, and you walked in and sat on his couch. he sat right next to you and there was a moment of silence before he decided to speak up. “hey.. y/n look at me. please.”

his words only made you cry more. he place his hand on your chin and slowly lifted it, giving you a slight “please tell me what’s going on” smile.

you took his hand off of your face and held on to his thumb. you were luckily able to get a hold of yourself and explained to him what had just happened, crying in between sentences. he didn’t take his eyes off of you for a second. he stayed there and listened to absolutely everything you had to stay, his thumb still in your hand. by the time you were done, any trace of makeup that was still on your eyes was a done deal, and it was all smeared on your cheeks. he took a deep breath and gave his opinions.

“wow.. y/ex/n is a fucking scumbag. no like seriously, what the actual fuck. who would do that? and especially to someone like you.. y/n you deserve so much better than that piece of shit. fuck him/her.”

you cried, and responded with “no, he/she’s right. i wasn’t worth it and y/bsf/n is so much better fit for him/her. she’s so much prettier and smarter and just better”

pete took a second. “y/n that is so fucking wrong. you can’t say that about yourself. you are beautiful and smart and amazing in every single way. anybody would be lucky as fuck to date you.”

you simply shrugged, he knew that he couldn’t technically change your mind and that you weren’t in a state to really believe that, so you just let it be. he took both of his hands and cupped your face.

“you are perfect.” he tried to wipe your cheeks with his thumbs but it only made things worse, spreading it all across your face. you looked across the room at that large mirror he had hanging on the wall and went “ah”, making fun of the way he made it look.

“hey, at least we have matching raccoon eyes now” pete said, smiling. to that you giggled, and he responded with “gahhh, there’s that smile i love”, as he hugged you again.

still sniffling but now with a smile on your face, you whispered “thank you” in his ear.

“anytime. and listen, you don’t get to talk about my best friend like that.” he responded

sending him another smile, you went to his bathroom to wash your face.

best friend, he said. nothing more.

while you still loved your ex boyfriend/girlfriend, you always secretly had a crush on pete. it was ever anything you would’ve acted on though. first of all, because of your friendship. you wouldn’t want to ruin the way things were. second, because you were dating someone. you loved them and you wouldn’t just cheat... but apparently they would. and did. third, you had just had your heart broken. you were in no state of mind to just go and admit your crush. but god, was it tempting. and it’s not like if you were to, you would want to start dating him. he most likely wouldn’t like you back, and even if he did, you wouldn’t want to date. you learned that you needed to take things slow, and pete knew that about himself too.

you walked back out, and you noticed that pete was in the kitchen, making tea. he knows that you love it. he saw you glaring and smiled, going “what? you love it.” you started to giggle because pete is absolutely not a tea person, but the gesture is just so cute. “shut up,” pete jokingly went, “we’re watching spongebob to help calm you and you’re sleeping here tonight”

“oh petey! how you’re just the sweetest!” you mocked him, smiling at each other.

you went to his closet to get a bunch of blankets, and soon enough, y’all were sitting & cuddling on his couch, watching spongebob on his couch, drinking tea, and cuddled up in a multitude of blankets. you were still worn out from sobbing and very tired, but. it was the perfect comfort spot. he always knew what to do. he was your comfort person.

he started smoking a blunt, (that’s pete for you) and he offered if you wanted a hit, but you declined. smirking, he decided to put it out. after an episode, it was already 4 am. you knew he was tired and so were you, so you suggested going to sleep, but pete insisted that y’all finish the episode. neither of you were really paying attention but it was kind of just playing in the background.

pete starts talking about random stuff going on, life stuff, making little jokes, the SNL show that he just did, etc etc. he’s sitting back on the couch and you’re on his side, head on his chest. you’ve cuddled platonically before so it’s nothing new. you’re both watching the screen and going in and out of conversation. at some point, you lift your head up off his chest, and you just stare at him while he’s continuing his story. he doesn’t really notice you getting up, and continues to talk about a recent standup he did.

watching his face, his jaw moving, talking, the way he speaks and the way his voice sounds, something changes in you and you feel the urgent need to kiss him. he notices that you’re looking at him. he turns his head and looks down at you. the second he notices that you’re staring at him, his words slowly fade out and he just looks into your eyes, forgetting what he as saying before. you’re still in his arms, but your head is up and you’re just staring at each other. there’s about 5 inches between your faces, and your heart starts racing. his does too.

“pete” you quietly whisper.

he softly presses his lips into yours and you kiss him back. his hand runs through your hair. his lips are perfect and it’s like you two were made for each other. the kiss lasts for like 10 seconds, and he slowly pulls away. you’re both at a loss for words, and you’re still staring into each other’s eyes. pete, breathless, quickly glances that the digital clock underneath his tv.

“wow,” pete says. “i’ve been waiting for as long as i can remember for this to happen and it happens at 4:20,” slowly creeping up a smile.

“i kno-” you start to respond, when you fully realize what he just said. you cackle out and can’t stop laughing, neither can he.

you pull him back into you as you’re both still giggling and you softly make out for a little longer. eventually you fall asleep in his arms, right on his couch. with spongebob still playing in the background :)

i hope u enjoyed my very first mess of a story <3 requests are open!

🤍🤍🤍

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soupbabe · 4 years ago

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if it’s ok can I request a melone, prosciutto, & risotto with a male s/o who likes to wear skirts and dresses? And I’m talking like some met gala kind dresses super pretty and he makes them himself? Do you think they’d be bothered by it or not care? Honestly any hc’s with thoughts you have would be very appreciated <3 ( also your art is really cute and I adore it sm 💞💞 )

Melone, Prosciutto, and Risotto w a Male! S/O That Wears Skirts/Dresses

I'm so happy that you enjoy my art!! 💕💕 Also I've been wanting to write some La Squadra boys so I'm so happy you requested some!

Melone

Oh he's so supportive of your style and admires your work

Constantly praises you on your sewing and how you look

He's not a man to judge in any aspect, clothing included

You wouldn't even have to ask to get him in a skirt tbh

Sometimes he wears his own skirts on his day offs

He will bother you 24/7 to make him a matching dress

He loves seeing you work, sometimes peering over your shoulder to get a closer look at his "pretty boy's masterpieces"

Never go to him for constructive criticism though

1. He isn't exactly a fashion expert

2. Your most common complaint from him is that your skirts/dresses aren't showing off enough

Prosciutto

He's not too bothered by you wearing your dresses/skirts at all surprisingly

I think he might have dismissed it at first, but when he saw the confidence you radiated when you wore the elaborate gowns he warmed up to seeing you like that

The confidence really attracts him tbh-

He's so glad that he found another man who has a taste for high class and designer fashion

He feels more understood in that regard. If you two are going to be a power couple, he wants you two to look the part

He's so impressed that you make your own clothes, even offering to pay you to also be his personal tailor

You two are most often sent on missions where you have to be undercover at formal events

Don't get me wrong, Prosciutto is serious when it comes to any mission, but that won't stop him from lightly bragging about how talented his wonderful boyfriend is

Also something just tells me he would be a sucker for seeing you in more vintage styles

He often shows you old fashion magazines, suggesting you recreate iconic pieces worn by the celebrities of the 50s

Risotto Nero

He was a bit skeptical of your appearance at first

Not because you're a man in a dress, but he was more concerned with how well you could perform your job as a hitman

He was accepting of it once you proved to him that you were more than capable of your job

Also very impressed to learn that you took your job in consideration when making your garments, creating secret pockets for any extra weapons, etc

Again, I do think your self assurance and pride in your work is what attracted him in the first place

He's actually really sweet when you show him your designs, giving a small "You'll look handsome in anything" instead of any actual critism

He's very protective of you and will not hesitate to threaten any of the team members who make unwarranted comments about your appearance

If it was anyone else in passione, especially those of a lower rank, he would leave them with a nasty scar instead of a firm verbal warning

He gets flattered if you tell him that you want to create various outfits inspired by his style

I think he'd be kind of open to wearing a dress if you made him one, they just have to pander to his style

Would he wear it all the time? Absolutely not. But he would appreciate it deeply and wear it out for very special occasions with you

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procrastinatorimagines · 5 years ago

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Family

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Character/s: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warning/s: kidnapping

Word Count: 4,407

Request: Hi there, can I get an Antonio Dawson x reader, please? Along the lines of Antonio and reader work together and started dating a while after his divorce and his kids love you (more than their own mum who has been mistreating them esp. since she started dating some guy). Laura's bf is in some shady stuff and Diego gets kidnapped (or hurt) and when they find him, he screams for him mummy and daddy and Laura moves forward but he pushes past her and runs for reader & Antonio. TQ x

Note: this got away from me a little but I never liked Laura, not after the way she treated Sylvie, and I just really miss Antonio, so here you go!

“You can’t move it like that,” Diego told you, watching as you picked up your knight tentatively, glancing up at him before you played each move to see his reaction, usually he just laughed.

“Can’t I?” You replied, looking back at the board and the piece in your hand, hovering over the square you thought you could put it on. No matter how many times you played against Diego, you never even got close to winning.

“No, you definitely can’t,” he informed you with a smile, shifting in his seat so that he could lean over the chess board and take a better look at what you were doing.

“Huh,” you clicked your tongue, thinking, “well, what if I do this?” You moved your piece back to where it had been, moving it one space to the side and two up. He nodded and you grinned triumphantly, a look which only lasted a few seconds.

“I mean you can, but then I can do this,” he took your piece with ease and added it to his growing pile as you glanced back at the measly two pawns you’d managed to take from him, or, more accurately, that he had sacrificed. “See?” He made a show of it when he plucked the piece from the board and you heard Eva laughing behind you.

“Funny homework?” You asked, looking back to where she sat at the dining table, chewing her pen with books spread around her.

“Oh yeah, it’s my homework that I’m laughing at,” she joked, earning a small cushion tossed in her general direction. “Hey!” She yelled as it hit her shoulder, throwing it straight back as she laughed, “I’m just saying, how many games has it been now? I’d say quit while you’re ahead, but maybe you should quit before you’re too far behind?”

“Y/N’s already too far behind,” Diego added and you look between the two of them with fake shock and hurt.

“Antonio!” You called, putting on a whiny voice as you leaned back to look through the kitchen door at your boyfriend who was facing away from you tooking dinner, “Antonio your kids are bullying me!”

“Constructive critism!” Diego yelled back as his dad headed into the main room, wooden spoon in hand as he pointed it at the both of them.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he started and Diego and Eva tried to suppress their smiles, but instead of even pretending to come to your defense he said, “does she deserve it?” You blinked at him as the siblings burst out laughing and Antonio winked at you.

“Traitor,” you gasped, but soon all of you were laughing as Antonio told you dinner was about to be ready. You and Diego paused your game and you helped the kids set the table.

You and Antonio had been dating since soon after his divorce, but it had been a while before he introduced you properly to his children. Technically, you’d already met both of them, having been brought into Intelligence around the same time as Adam. After you’d started seeing each other you’d kept it on the down-low, and you’d never dreamed of pushing Antonio about it, he was going through a messy divorce and he had to put his kids first.

It was a rocky start, but when Antonio had found out that Laura had not only already introduced her new boyfriend to Eva and Diego, but had left them with him on multiple occasions, he didn’t see the point in keeping your relationship a secret anymore.

They’d warmed up to you pretty quickly, even if Laura never had, and setting the table with them now, as you did whenever you came over for dinner with them, you fell in sync like it’d always been that way. Previously, you’d have left after dinner, but you’d started spending the night with the kids around more and more, often going so far as to spend the weekend with them.

The kids were happy about, much to yours and Antonio’s delight, especially when you’d started making pancakes for them Saturday mornings, it’d become tradition. When Diego had first mentioned it to Laura, however, it hadn’t gone down well. Apparently, she didn’t like a woman she barely knew watching her kids, and she definitely didn’t like Antonio pointing out that her boyfriend, Todd, had been doing the same thing, and at least he’d introduced you to her first.

It had put a bit of a strain on your relationship for a while, you remembered as Antonio brought out dinner, but sat here now, you couldn’t have been more glad that you’d both decided to stick it out.

“It looks amazing,” you told him as he took his seat, the smell of rice and chicken in the air as you all filled up your plates.

“Yeah, thanks dad,” both children chorused their thanks as they tucked in, Diego bulldozing food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten all day. Eva rolled her eyes at her younger brother, but you just smiled, appreciating the normalcy of a family dinner like this, with the man you loved. You weren’t their mother, you knew that, but these kinds of nights made you realise just how much you loved them.

“Oh dad after this-” Diego started through a mouth full of food, stopping and swallowing it with a pointed look from Antonio, “sorry, but after this you should watch me finish beating Y/N at chess yet again.”

Antonio chuckled and you shook your head. “I’d love to, but don’t you have homework to finish first?” Diego shook his head, mouth full of food again.

“Finished it,” he said at last, Antonio glancing at you quickly to check if he was telling the truth, you gave him a slight nod. “Yeah we had less today because it’s the science fair on Monday,” he explained and Antonio did his best to hide the look on his face that showed he’d forgotten.

“Right of course, that came by quickly,” he said, “what time was that again?” Chances were, he’d be stuck on at work. You knew how much Antonio loved his job, but it was things like this that made him miss the steady hours of the State’s Attourney’s office.

“It’s okay, I know you have to work, mom and Todd said they could make it,” Diego tried to reassure him but you could tell he was disappointed.

“I’ll try,” Antonio promised anyway, most likely remembering the parent teacher night that Laura had brought Todd to without telling him, causing several of the teachers to think he was, in fact, Diego’s actual dad.

“Are you going to come Y/N?” Diego turned to you hopefully, “if you can, of course.” God you could never say no to that face, not that you’d want to right now, it warmed your heart that Diego was including you in this, that he actually wanted you there.

“I’ll try my best, wouldn’t want to miss it,” you replied, patting his shoulder as he smiled at you. Eva looked at you with a look of appreciation; no matter what she said, she was protective of her brother, and she’d been at the age where she actually knew what was going on throughout the divorce.

It had taken her much longer to warm up to you than her younger brother, mostly because of how attached to you he’d seemed to get, and she’d always worried you’d leave and hurt him, and her dad.

You finished the rest of dinner with relatively unimportant chatter, Eva explained her homework for the night and you offered to help her with it while Antonio asked for Diego’s help tidying up after dinner. You weren’t spending the entire weekend with them, you had to be back at your apartment for some maintenance work on Sunday, but you promised you’d still be making pancakes for them in the morning. Even though Eva protested that she was getting too grown up for funny shaped pancakes, that turned around very quickly when Antonio suggested she not eat them then.

The rest of the night went by happily, Diego beat you at chess, obviously, and by the time you’d helped Eva with her homework the kids had gone up to their respective rooms.

“I’m glad he wants you there,” Antonio said, unprompted as you snuggled up to him on the sofa to watch some mindless television before bed. You moved your head so that your chin was resting on his shoulder as you looked up at his face. He smiled as he looked back at you.

“Yeah?” You were too, but your mind had kept wandering to the fact that Laura was going to be there, obviously, she was his mother afterall, but you knew she wasn’t going to be happy to see you. It was Diego’s night, and you didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“Of course,” he replied, kissing you sweetly, “you’re family now if you hadn’t realised.” The way he was looking at you made you melt, so full of love as he put his arm around you, drawing you closer.

“I love you,” you told him, the only response you thought worthy of his statement.

“I love you too,” he kissed you on the head as you snuggled back into his side, how had you gotten so lucky?

Monday came by quickly, and mercifully you and Antonio had managed to head out early, having done all you could do on the case you were working until the morning. You were still going to be late to the fair, but Laura and Todd would already be there, and you knew Diego wouldn’t be disappointed, he’d just be glad you’d both managed to show.

While you knew you’d have to deal with Laura tonight, you hadn’t expected her to be waiting in the parking lot, practically marching over to the car before Antonio had even finished putting it into park. She made it to you just as you were climbing out the car, sharing a look of confusion with one another.

“Where is he?” She demanded, no greeting or politeness as she looked in the car and then back at Antonio.

“Who?” Antonio asked, just as confused as you were.

“What do you mean who? Diego, your son,” Laura snapped, clearly exasperated, concern covering her face.

“He’s supposed to be inside,” you told her, earning a deadly glare as she focused her attention back on Antonio, clearly not wanting you to have any input in this.

“Well he isn’t,” she replied. What did she mean? You were both late, and he had volunteered to set up before the parents arrived so he never should have even left the school.

“Okay, Laura, you need to take a breath and explain what the hell is going on,” Antonio said, his calm starting to slip, “why would we know where Diego is? We came straight from the district and as far as we knew, Diego was supposed to be inside.”

Laura swallowed hard, concern turning to fear, but she didn’t reply. You headed around to the other side of the car. “Laura,” you said with force, putting a hand on her shoulder to try and snap her out of it, “from the beginning.”

Antonio ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath as Laura explained what she knew. “I got here a little late, about five minutes, but when I got in his stall hadn’t been set up, I asked the teachers and they told me that his dad had picked him up straight after school and he hadn’t come back.”

“What? Laura I swear that wasn’t me, I’ve been at the district all day,” Antonio swore, looking back to the entrance of the school. You reached into the inside coat pocket of your jacket for your badge, having a dreadful feeling you were going to need it before too long.

“Then who took him?!” Laura practically yelled, earning looks from the other parents as they headed in to the fair. “Not again...” she mumbled as Antonio checked his phone for any missed calls, you and Laura doing the same before you headed inside.

Laura pointed you both in the direction of the teacher she had spoken with. “Mr Wright,” Antonio got his attention, pulling out his badge when he tried to tell him that he was busy talking to other parents at the minute.

“Is everything okay?” The man asked, excusing himself from the conversation. He was a bit of a younger teacher, you remembered Diego telling you that it was his first year, the old physics teacher retiring before Summer.

“Antonio Dawson,” he introduced himself quickly, “I’m looking for my son,” he told him, Wright looking to you before his eyes went to Laura, apparently clocking something as he looked back at Antonio.

“Your son?” He questioned and Antonio nodded. “No, no, Diego?”

“Yes, Diego, Diego Dawson,” Antonio said impatiently and the teacher, at least, looked equal parts confused and guilty.

“But his father picked him up,” Mr Wright tried, “I mean- he said he was his father.”

“And you took his word for it?” Laura demanded and Mr Wright looked to her puzzled.

“Well, yes, I mean I’d seen him with Diego before, and you Ms. Dawson, he came to the parents evening just last month, I had no reason to...” he trailed off, clearly apologetic as Antonio practically whirled on Laura.

“Todd?” You had to put your hand on his arm, reminding him that you were in a very public place and you were already drawing attention to yourselves.

“Why would he?-” She wondered, “that doesn’t make any sense, Todd wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Isn’t he supposed to be here tonight?” You realised, cutting in to what was clearly about to turn into a heated argument, Antonio already getting angry, and rightfully so, at the whole situation.

“Yeah, he said something came up so he couldn’t make it,” Laura said finally, “but he wouldn’t do anything to Diego,” you knew she was saying that more to herself than anyone else as you let Mr. Wright get back to the fair.

“’Something’? What is ‘something’ Laura?” Antonio demanded, getting his phone out to try and call Diego, but it told him that the line was disconnected.

“I don’t- I don’t know, he didn’t say!” She fumbled, trying to call Todd too.

Both their phones had been disconnected.

“This can’t have been him, whatever this is,” she tried to reason but neither you or Antonio looked a little convinced.

“Then how do you explain all of this?” He snapped back, barging past her towards the entrace, you hot on his heels as you dialed the only number that could help you now, Hank Voight’s.

Laura followed quickly, still trying to wrap her head around the whole situation as Antonio made her get into the back of the car. Laura tried Eva, but she didn’t pick up, so you decided to head back to the house, where she was supposed to be studying.

“Hey Serg, yeah we have a situation,” you filled him in on what had just happened as Antonio peeled out of the car park, barely acknowledging Laura as he drove, anger and worry making him grip the steering wheel until his knuckles went white.

Voight said he’d call the rest of the team as you put it on speaker, and you’d all meet at Antonio’s ASAP, this had become top priority now.

Kim and Adam had arrived first, Eva had been plugged into her laptop and missed the call, but she was okay. Antonio breathed a sigh of relief as he ran up the steps to meet his daughter at the door. The tears she had clearly tried to clear from her face told you she’d been at least partially filled in as the rest of Intelligence arrived.

“Everyone, gather around,” Voight called everyone into the living room as you took Antonio’s hand, giving it a squeeze for support as Voight continued, “Diego Dawson is our priority right now, we need to find him, so far all we know is Todd Richards, Laura’s boyfriend, was seen taking him out of school at around 4 claiming to be his father, so, where would he take Diego?”

“Wait, Todd did this?” Eva interrupted, listening from the other room as she walking.

“We think so,” Antonio told her honestly, “but we’re going to find him sweetie,” Laura went to comfort her daughter but Eva pulled back, barely even looking at her as she leans into Antonio. Laura turns to where they are stood, clearly hurt but not entirely surprised, still looking guilt about the fact that her boyfriend was most likely responsible.

Antonio hugged his daughter as you filled the rest of the unit in about what you knew about Todd, which wasn’t much honestly. “Okay, well what does Todd do for a living? Who are his friends?” Jay asked, mostly looking to Antonio and Laura.

“Er, construction, he runs a construction company, his friends are mostly his workers,” Laura informed you all.

“He working on anything at the moment?” Kev asked and Laura shrugged a little.

“Sort of,” she replied vaguely.

“What does that mean?” Antonio asked, sending a reluctant Eva out the room with a uniform while you all worked.

“He had a project in the works, but something was up with it, I think an investor pulled out, that might have been where he was supposed to be today,” Laura explained the best she could.

“So he didn’t have enough money? Or any?” You guessed as a map was passed to the unit so Laura could point out the spot.

“They were going under,” she admitted, pulling at a thread of her shirt subconsciously. If they were going under... they’d need money.

“Random?” Hailey guessed, saying what you were all thinking.

“But why? Why take my son?” Laura sounded so lost, but you knew why, and it had nothing to do with her. No doubt she’d told Todd all about her divorce, Antonio, the unit, he must have seen an opportunity to make real cash, but it was hardly very premeditated.

“Look, this was all quick, and so far seems pretty unplanned to me, so he won’t be at some unknown location, he’ll do somewhere familiar, somewhere he feels safe,” you voiced your theory as you stared at the map.

“If construction was halted he’s probably holed up there, it’s his home ground, he’ll be comfortable there and his crew are probably in on it too,” Vanessa continued as Laura sobbed.

Antonio was trying to hold it together Diego, and Eva, but you could tell this who situation was getting to be too much, Diego being snatched by Pulpo was bad enough, but by someone who was supposed to be trustworthy? You didn’t know what he would do to Todd when you found him, so you were going to make sure you were by his side, just in case.

“Well, whatever he was thinking it wasn’t smart, he hasn’t called to make demands yet and he had to know that cops look out for their own, taking a detective’s son is a deadly game,” Voight said.

“He’s desperate,” Antonio added, “might even be hesitating now he’s actually past the point of no return, wondering what’s going to happen to him if he makes that call.” Nothing good, that much you knew.

“So we head to the site, stake it out, if he’s there, we move in carefully, grab Diego, he’s not going to want to hurt him, he’s his only security in this situation,” Voight decided and Laura pointed with a shaky finger to the spot on the map where the construction site was.

Hailey got a quick call from the district, confirming that both Todd and Diego’s phones had last pinged within a mile or so of that location, it had to be where they were.

Laura tried to apologise as you all suited up to leave but Antonio didn’t want to hear it right now, they could talk about Todd when their son was safe. You’d been pretty new to the unit when Diego had been taken by Pulpo, but you remembered the grief Laura had given him about it around the divorce, knew how Antonio had blamed himself. Diego had to be okay, you thought, strapping on your vest and double checking your gun, he had to be.

You didn’t say much to Antonio during the drive, but you kept your hand in his all the way, reminding him that you were there with him no matter what. Laura and Eva had insisted on coming, so they’d been positioned with some uniforms outside the perimeter what was now being set up.

“Ready?” Voight asked, more to Antonio and even you than anyone else. You were trying to be as there for Antonio as you could be, and that meant staying calm and steady, but damn it if you weren’t scared for Diego, you loved that kid, you loved the family you were making with them, and you were terrified that something might go wrong.

“Le’ts get my son back,” Antonio addressed the unit, you were more than ready to risk their lives for one of their own, as were you, as you double checked your weapon yet again.

Before long you were moving stealthily into positions along the site, keeping your eyes out for movement, careful not to attract attention to yourselves. You ad Antonio stopped by a window, carefully looking in to assess the situation, signaling to the others when you spotted movement inside. Heat sensors put about 5 men in this building, the offices for the site it seemed, and one of the figures was definitely smaller than the others, Diego.

Hank positioned himself with you and Antonio by the main door, Diego looked to be in the back, but the order was still as few bullets as possible. Hailey and Jay had taken the back entrace and the others were ready to get anyone who managed to get away, but the look on Antonio’s face told you that that wouldn’t be a problem.

Voight signaled a three second countdown on his fingers as you gripped your gun tighter, your heart thumping in your ears as you tried to steady your breathing. Nothing could go wrong.

Antonio was more than happy to kick the door in when Voight got down to zero, “hit it,” he told the others over comms, and you were in. They’d got speedy approval from a judge before the op, but extenuating circumstances would have to be a good enough explanation as the door came off the hinges in splinters. Either the door wasn’t very strong, Antonio was very angry, or a little of both.

Needless to say, the men, who had clearly not thought this all the way through, were startled by your sudden entrace, most dropping any weapons they had pretty quickly when they saw your guns and badges. They tried to run, but quickly saw this wasn’t a fight they were going to win.

Todd tried to keep his gun up the longest, and honestly you thought that Antonio was hoping he’d do as much. Antonio disarmed the panicking man with ease, knocking him onto the ground and jamming his gun in his face.

“You thought you could take my kid!” He yelled, practically spitting on the man in anger. You took a step forward to stop him but Voight grabbed your arm lightly, stopping you. But you the second hit into his face with the back of Antonio’s gun, you were shoving past Voight and grabbing your boyfriend.

When Antonio tried to resist you said into his ear: “Diego’s here, he’s all that matters, don’t let him see you like this,” you pulled his gun from his hand carefully and he let you, standing up as Jay and Hailey cuffed Todd and the others.

You and Antonio ran to the back room as Voight was signalling an all clear. Pulling open the door you saw Diego sat on the floor, hands, feet and mouth covered in ducktape. Carefully, Antonio freed his son, who immediately rushed into his arms, shaking as his tears wet his father’s shoulder.

“Oh my boy, oh I got you, I’m so sorry, you’re okay,” Antonio soothed as you breathed a sigh of relief, not realising how tense you yourself had been at the situation.

“We got him,” you said into your comms, not being able to take your eyes off father and son being reunited. You headed back to drag out the perps as Antonio lifted Diego still in his arms, and carried him outside.

“Diego!” Eva and Laura were already running to him, Laura not even acknowledging Todd as she ran to her son. Antonio puts Diego down so he can see his family as you hauled the last of the kidnappers into squad cars.

Just as you shut the door you felt something slam into your back, nearly toppling over as you turned to see Diego wrapping his arms around you. You bent down so that you were at his level, glancing back to see a shocked looking Laura, arms still out slightly to catch him as he’d run past her to you.

Pulling Diego into a hug he let out a sob, Antonio and Eva heading over to where you both were. “You’re okay, I got you,” you whispered to him, trying not to look at Laura as you did. You felt a little guilty, sure, but he’d come to you, and you weren’t about to send him away, not when you loved him this much.

“Hey,” Antonio ruffled Diego’s hair as you stood up, wiping his tears with your thumb.

The four of you together, after the day you’d just had, made you start to well up a little as you blinked away tears, glad everyone was back together.

“Can we go home?” Diego asked and Antonio agreed, “you’re coming too right?”

“Always,” you told him, putting your arm around Eva as you took Antonio’s hand. Antonio put his hand on Diego’s shoulder, keeping him close as he led you all back to the car.

“Let’s go home,” Antonio agreed and despite all the time you’d spend at that house, for the first time, it really was your home, your family.

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