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the envoy -- takeshi kovacs fic part one

Okay, so. I told myself I wasn’t going to write another fic because I don’t have the time. But here we are. 

I watched episode 3 earlier today (“In A Lonely Place”) and this fic just decided to pour out of me. Yes, there will be multiple parts. It’s following a similar storyline, but a few details will be altered (no pun intended).

That being said, welcome to yet another fic of mine. Altered Carbon style.

Don’t forget to let me know what you think! I love feedback especially on a world as new as AC <3

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Words: 1,599

Summary: Set in episode 3. Replace the dealer with Nym and there you go. She has a lot of secrets to be found out later.

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Nym Rolark is a longtime friend to Vernon Elliot. She’s who he goes to when he needs any…well, “hardware” as Kovacs put it.

           But what Elliot fails to mention to Kovacs is just how feisty this Nym is.

           “What the fuck are you doing here, Elliot?” Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. Kovacs’s smirk doesn’t go unnoticed, but she doesn’t verbally acknowledge him just yet. “I told you to call before you come over.”

           “I know,” Elliot admits, a hint of apology in his tone. “But this is kind of last minute.”

           “My least favorite phrase,” Nym comments, turning around to cross her arms over her chest. “And I don’t do favors for anyone, so who the hell is this guy?”

           “Takeshi Kovacs,” the man in question answers, still smirking. It’s annoying. It makes Nym want to slap it right off his face.

           “The Envoy?” She replies with disinterest, then looking to Elliot. “Why did you bring him here?”

           “I need some hardware,” Kovacs answers for himself. “Lethal kind.”

           “I don’t own anything that’s not lethal,” she deadpans, turning back to Elliot. “Who’s paying?”

           “I am,” Kovacs answers again, getting a little irritated himself that she won’t speak directly to him.

           “Of course you are,” Nym rolls her eyes. “What’s your price?”

           He shrugs his shoulders, but not in the nonchalant way. In the arrogant way. “Whatever it takes.”

           Christ, she thinks, the quicker we get this over with, the better. “Fine. Right this way.”

           She leads the two men – one friend, one…enemy, or what she isn’t sure just yet – down the hallway to her basement door. She knocks twice, mostly out of habit, before shoving the door open, flicking the light on. She doesn’t bother looking back to see if they’re following, trusting that Elliot is either leading the way or Kovacs is fast enough to keep up with her.

           She hears two sets of footsteps, though, so the former must be true.

           When she reaches the hardware room, she bends down to lift the garage door up, flicking these lights on as well.

           “These are the classics,” she announces, a little annoyed that she has to, but since the Envoy is new, she does. She moves over to a locked vault, scanning her hand before saying, “These are the new additions – they’re expensive.”

           “I’ll take your best.”

           “That’s subjective,” Nym fires back, gesturing to the classics. “Those are my favorite, therefore my best.”

           Kovacs smirks. “What’ll do the most damage?”

           “That depends on the person.”

           Elliot glances between them tiredly. “Listen, you said you need this stuff now. Can you stop picking a fight for five goddamn seconds so we can get your shit?”

           Kovacs gives the man a look, wondering where in the hell that came from – and why Elliot thinks he can speak to Kovacs like that all of the sudden – but all it takes is one look at Nym to see.

           The Elliot family have been more of a family to Nym than her own family has. And that’s all Kovacs can tell. But that alone, in combination with Nym’s attitude, is enough to make him back off.

           “Ingram 40 flechette,” Nym holds up what, despite her previous comments, is arguably her favorite of the more advanced weapons.

           “There we go.”

           “Prototype?” Kovacs asks.

           Nym doesn’t hear any malicious intent behind his words, but her comment comes before she can register that. “Who do you think I am?”

           And Kovacs’s reply is just as quick. “Someone who really has an issue with people like me.”

           “With strangers,” she corrects him, then nodding and muttering, “You’re one to talk.”

           “Seriously?” Elliot nearly groans.

           “CTAC R and D,” Nym continues, picking back up on the real conversation at hand. “Uses flanged armor-piercing rounds. Ten-round clip. Homing tech onboard.” She watches as Kovacs – the dumbass, she thinks – places his hand at the bottom, causing her to offer a warning. “Don’t put your hand there.”

           He almost looks offended. “Why?” And when she reaches to grab the gun, he pulls it back.

           She sighs. “Do you want me to show you or would you rather me let you learn the hard way?”

           That arrogant smirk crosses his lips again before he gives in, handing the gun over. Nym doesn’t miss a single beat before saying, “Watch your head,” to which Elliot ducks as she fires the gun at the wall. Kovacs raises his eyebrows at the bullet lodged a few inches into the solid concrete. “Stay down,” she instructs when she sees Elliot beginning to stand. She presses the second button, the bullet flinging itself back to the gun.

           “That’s why,” Nym explains, wanting to add dumbass at the end, but deciding against it. “Reverse the field generator, the flechette homes through a plasma chamber, autoloads right into the mag.”

           “Is that new?” Elliot asks, his fingers grazing the bullet hole in a daze.

           “New to me,” Nym smirks. “Got a pair of them last week.”

           “I’ll take one,” Kovacs speaks up, bringing the attention back to him – he has a habit of that, she thinks.

           “Alright,” she nods, handing him the gun while eyeing what he already has in his hand. “Is that custom?”

           Kovacs glances at the weapon in his hand before shrugging, this time in the I don’t know way.

           “You mind?”

           He hands it over without a fight, or a sarcastic comment, surprisingly. “Modified second series Nemex?” Nym asks in shock. “Where did you get this?” She doesn’t even have one here.

           “From a guy who doesn’t need it anymore.”

           “Fair enough,” she nods, handing it back. “That’s where half my inventory comes from.”

           “And the other half?”

           “You don’t need to know.”

           Kovacs smirks again. “You got any blades?”

           “Do I got any blades?” She replies, rolling her eyes. “Come this way.”

           She tips the box lid, revealing her vast array of knives. She’s collected these the longest, so she has a larger selection.

“Tebbit knife. Tantalum steel alloy blade. Flint in the pommel for weighting.”

Nym smiles proudly at Elliot.

“Bioweapon coating?” Is Kovacs’s only question.

“Runnel’s coated with Reaper,” Nym answers easily, handing him the knife. It’s her favorite of the blades. Her personal choice in combat. “Betathanatine.”

“Shit scientists cooked up to study near-death experience,” Elliot adds.

“Deeper you stab, the more dose you get.”

“Ring it up. Plus whatever he wants,” Kovacs nods toward Elliot.

“I already know what he wants,” Nym rolls her eyes, heading back to the main room. “Sunjet 2320?”

           “You already know,” Elliot calls after her. “Classics never go out of style.”

           “You know it,” Nym agrees, placing the Sunjet on the counter. “Is that all?”

           Kovacs nods. “I think so.”

           She holds out the DNA scanner with a tired look. And when Kovacs makes no move to walk over, she sighs. “Either you pay or I keep the stuff. Your choice.”

           He smirks again, the arrogant kind as he practically waltzes over, taking his sweet ass time before placing his thumb on the scanner. The screen goes from orange to green, bringing a smile to Nym’s face.

           “Pleasure doing business with you.”

           That smirk stays on his face as he gathers the weapons and stuffs them inside a…pink Hello Unicorn back pack.

           “Seriously?”

           “What?” Kovacs raises his eyebrows, teasing before bringing the bag up and kissing it.

           “Nothing,” Nym shakes her head, accepting Elliot’s side hug. “Can I ask why you need all this shit?”

           Elliot furrows his eyebrows. “You never do.”

           “Well, you’re not normally bringing strangers in here,” she reminds him, shooting Kovacs a glance. “Let alone an Envoy looking into Bancroft’s death.”

           “Well, Bancroft’s only been murdered once.”

           The glance Nym sends Kovacs turns heated. “You don’t believe he killed himself, huh?” Everyone seems to think the ass was murdered. Everyone except Nym. And the police, apparently, because they couldn’t find any evidence of a murder. Just of a suicide.

           He shrugs. And doesn’t say another word.

           “Seriously, Elliot, why are you friends with him?”

           “Not friends,” Elliot clarifies quickly, sensing Kovacs is almost on the way to commenting about it, too. He looks to Nym, squeezing her in the hug a little tighter. “He’s helping Lizzie.”

           Immediately, Nym’s expression changes. “How?”

           Elliot explains everything, and explains his original reluctance to let any of it happen, but Nym understands. She knows he’ll do anything for Lizzie. Because Nym would too.

           “How much is it costing? I can help, you know I—”

           “Actually, Kovacs is covering it.”

           “Oh,” Nym nods, giving Kovacs a more respectful nod this time. “Well thank you.”

           “Technically, Bancroft is covering it,” Kovacs clarifies. “It’s just on the tab.”

           Nym nearly rolls her eyes. He’s got Meth money and suddenly he doesn’t know how to handle himself. That’s what normally happens when you get your hands on that amount of money. Nym saw it firsthand in her own family.

           “Well,” she sighs, patting Elliot’s back. “I’ve got somewhere to be, so, not to be rude—” She pauses to glare at the Envoy when she hears him snicker. “—but get the hell outta here.”

           “Us too,” Elliot chuckles. “You have fun.”

           “And you be careful,” she punches Elliot’s shoulder. “I mean it.”

           “I will.”

           “What about me?” Kovacs speaks up, completely ruining the moment.

           “Don’t take this personally,” Nym smirks, “but I think you can handle yourself, Envoy.”

           He smirks in return, and Nym swears she hears a chuckle come from his chest, but she isn’t sure.

           She’s only spent half an hour with him, but Nym can’t figure out Takeshi Kovacs.

[babblydrabbly]

Could I request “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” with Takeshi Kovacs please? 💕

Takeshi Kovacs x f!reader - smut - warnings: drinking. frottage. 800 words.

in addition to this, imagine takeshi taking on reader as an apprentice of sorts. lessons in envoy intuition :)

You stand nervously in the middle of the dance floor, doing your best to sway with the fast rhythm pumping through the club. The man you need to keep your eyes on is still at the bar, through the throng of people obscuring your view.

“You look like a cop.” Takeshi drawls suddenly from over your shoulder. You jump.

He surprises you again when his hands reach out and grasp your hips from behind, keeping you from pulling away.

You maintain your meek movements as best you can. But now, with the envoy's warm hands pinning you to him, you suddenly find it difficult to concentrate on your own stiff dancing.

“You're a regular. You come here all the time.” He instructs. His deep voice cuts through the din like a sharp blade, sending your stomach into somersaults.

“But I don’t come here all the time. A real regular would know that.” You counter nervously.

Takeshi tuts. Your overthinking was good for figuring out solutions and seeing the bigger picture. Not so much for blending in.

You find yourself being turned around. You spin in your spot, now face to face with the man. Well, nearly face to face. Your nose brushes his chest as he crowds your space further.

The lilt to his smirk isn't accompanied by his usual disdain tonight. You keenly note the close scent of alcohol. He must have ordered a shot over by the bar when getting a closer read on the man you were both tailing.

You glance over your shoulder, remembering why you're both there again. But Takeshi reaches up in anticipation. He catches your jaw in his hand. He guides your face back gently but firmly to stare up at him.

“Don’t be so obvious.” He chides you again. And that uptick at the corner of his mouth remains.

You swallow thickly. Takeshi's eyes flicker down at your lips before locking with yours again.

He continues leading you by the waist. It's hypnotic, the way he's taken over you.

"What did I say about building a lie? Forget clocking the target every ten seconds and just move with me." He says. You do as you're told, keeping your focus on Takeshi now. "We came here together. You don't do this often."

"I really don't." You mutter. His smirk broadens at the sight of your exasperation.

Still, you reach up and splay your palms across his chest tentatively. Moving closer, you dare to press yourself up against the man, and move with him to the music.

You will yourself to believe the lie, to ignore the truths the kept distracting you and instead focusing only on the ones that benefit your situation; Tak's touch makes your heart race. Makes you want to press against him until there's no space left between the two of you. You both belong here, because there's a conversation to be had and words just won't cut it tonight.

It isn't until a few songs later, that you realize you've been dancing- really dancing- with him. You pull away, startled by your own actions. You're a little breathless, your skin glistening now from the exertion.

There's an electric charge in the tips of your fingers and a warmth in your belly you can't bring yourself to name. Takeshi is already looking down at you with a knowing gaze.

“There. Anyone watching us can assume we're here for each other. To seduce each other. This dance is your way of telling me what you want. Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He leans down to say the last part into your ear.

You shiver, gripping his arms to balance yourself. You can feel him. A flush creeps up your face as you recognize the growing arousal pressed into your lower abdomen.

Tak slides his grasp around your hips to bring you in, to close the space between the two of you. Your hands fly up around his neck, bracing yourself as you continued moving against the man chest to chest. He leans into you, and you arch your back into him until you're certain he can feel your fluttering heartbeat.

"The... the target..." You gasp out distractedly. A thigh nudges between your legs and you gasp again.

That feeling takes over you once more. Takeshi's breath is a heady combination of whiskey and smoke. It intoxicates you til your rhythm starts to falter again; Your body move not in time with the music anymore, but with every roll of Takeshi's hips.

"He's halfway through a bottle of vodka." Takeshi provides for you, though his eyes remain on your face- your lips. His mouth brushes faintly against yours as he speaks, and you can hardly remember what he's talking about. "Plenty of time til he finishes the other half."

You take that as permission to let your mind go and your body take over just as the envoy seems to be doing. For now.

Smut Prompts 💕

[babblydrabbly]

As Poe disappeared, Tak slammed his fist into the door, shaking the entire wall. Then he continued to smash his fist into the wood over and over until he left a bloody smear. Finally, he collapsed into the door, his forehead resting heavily against it.

This reaction feels so in character it hurts in every sense of the word ; ; I had no idea what to expect from this request and you took it in an amazing direction. Reader comforting Tak is everything.

“Oh, Tak… I wish we had had more time. I wish we had met sooner. But then again, I could have spent eternity with you, and I would have still wanted more.”

That last fucking line. I'll kill you @a-reader-and-a-writer

Don't Hide From Me

Febuwhump 2022: #12. Spiked Drink

Fandom: Altered Carbon, Takeshi Kovacs

Word Count: 1347

TW: Poison, Drugged, Death

Thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading and the support!

Based on a request "You don't have to hide your tears from me." w/ Takeshi Kovacs from @babblydrabbly 😘

@febuwhump, @lacontroller1991, @fairchildflag, @heresathreebee

Takeshi didn’t notice it until it was too late. That small red splash of color drifting, swirling in his drink wasn’t visible until you stole the glass from his hand and raised it to your lips. He knocked it from your grasp, but then watched in horror as you swallowed the mouthful you had already taken. Most of the time, ingesting even a few small particles of the substance was enough, yet there was still a slim chance it hadn’t spread through the drink yet to infect your single sip.

However, in less than an hour, you started showing symptoms. Your skin grew warm to the touch, your head began pounding, you began feeling dizzy, and a small shiver began traveling up and down your body. Tak had been furiously combing every inch of the bar, cigarette in his hand, questioning every employee or patron trying to get some answers to how this could have happened, but it was useless. Whoever had spiked the drink had managed to get away without a trace.

For the past two months, you, Tak, and the Elliots had been trying to track down a gang of terrorists who created a poison that not only attacked the body but simultaneously corrupted the victim’s stack, making future backups impossible. There was no cure and no way to slow it down once a person had been infected.

Tak fumed through the bar, tossing chairs, and flipping tables as he passed. But when you finally called out to him from the booth in the corner that you had curled up in, his entire focus snapped to you.

“Tak, can we go home?” you whispered.

He could tell you were trying to hide the fear and discomfort in your voice, but his Envoy skills picked up the edge immediately. He could see the flush in your face and the slight sheen of sweat across your brow and he felt terrible that he had let his anger distract him from what was really important. Instantly at your side, he helped ease you to your feet and out of the bar.

You made it back to The Raven on unsteady legs and with Tak’s arm around you for support. But after only taking a few steps into the lobby, you collapsed in a heap to the floor. As Poe, Elliot, and Ava looked on in concern and confusion from the bar area, Tak silently picked you up and carried you up to your shared room.

A few hours later, a constant shiver was running across your clammy skin despite the five blankets wrapped around your body and the sweltering heat of the room. Poe had raised the temperature as high as the room would allow, yet it seemed to be doing little to break the fever or alleviate your shakes. Tak had tried to get you to eat some hot soup when you had first returned to The Raven, but your stomach could only handle a few small bites.

Poe had just finished examining you to assess the progress of your illness. He and Tak walked over to the door so the AI could fill him in on your quickly deteriorating condition. This specific form of poison must have been much stronger than the ones they had encountered before because your health was failing at a vastly accelerated rate compared to other victims they had seen thus far. And unfortunately, there was nothing they could do but keep you as comfortable as possible.

As Poe disappeared, Tak slammed his fist into the door, shaking the entire wall. Then he continued to smash his fist into the wood over and over until he left a bloody smear. Finally, he collapsed into the door, his forehead resting heavily against it. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he turned back to the couch where you were bundled up in front of the fire.

As he returned to your side, you asked weakly, “That bad, huh?”

“Your temperature’s at 106˚F and it’s still rising.”

You nodded. “How long does he think?”

Tak took your hand in his as he mumbled, “He doesn’t know for sure.”

“Tak.”

He sighed. “He says any time now, but at the very most, a few hours. However, Poe, Elliot, and Ava are working on a cure. They could still find it in time.”

You ran your thumb gently, tenderly over his split, bloody knuckles. “We’ve all been working on a cure for over a month with no luck. Just because it’s me who needs it now doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes everything. I am not losing you.” He growled as he stared down at your intertwined hands. Then, softly, he muttered, “It should have been me. It was meant for me.”

“Tak, this wasn’t your fault. I took your drink, you didn’t offer it up. You couldn’t have known.”

Just then, a particularly intense shiver quaked through your frame. Tak’s grip tightened on your hand, and you watched him blink a few times in quick succession before turning his back to you.

“Hey, Tak, look at me. Please.” He reluctantly turned back to face you and you cupped his face in your palm. “You don't have to hide your tears from me. I want them. I want your tears, I want your smile, I want your laugh, I want your fears. I want every part of you I can get for however long I have left. So just please, don’t hide anything from me.”

He nodded before burying his face in your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. You ran your hand through the hair on the back of his head, trying to comfort him as much as you could given the circumstances. “Oh, Tak… I wish we had had more time. I wish we had met sooner. But then again, I could have spent eternity with you, and I would have still wanted more.”

Muffled by your shirt, you heard his whisper, “We could have had an amazing life together.”

“Oh, but Tak, we did.” You lifted his face up so he was staring into your eyes. You could see the shimmering trails that had run down his face. “The time I spent with you, however long, was the best time of my life. And I would rather die here, right now, than live forever never knowing you.”

You placed a gentle, lingering kiss on his forehead. When you pulled away, you looked him straight in the eyes once more. “But I need you to promise me something, okay? Promise me you’ll stop whoever’s behind this before they hurt anyone else we care about. Don’t let them take anyone else away. Please.”

Tak nodded. “I swear, I will find who did this. And I will make them pay.”

You smiled softly, “I guess I shouldn’t expect anything else from you. But for now just…be with me.”

You slid over and Tak crawled onto the couch, facing you. He pressed his forehead into yours as he drew your shivering form further into him, savoring what he knew would be his last memories of the warmth of your skin, the smell of your hair, and the beat of your heart. And in your last moments, he gave you what you wanted. He gave you every part of himself.

Poe had been constantly monitoring your vitals from downstairs, so he knew the moment that it happened. Putting down the equipment he was holding, he silently walked over to the check-in desk. Elliot and Ava exchanged a worried glance over the antidote they had been working on, but deep down, they knew. They had all been too late.

Poe waited for precisely five minutes before he appeared in your room. As he walked around to the front of the couch, he found Tak clinging to your limp body, his tears silently falling onto your face. And there was nothing the AI could do except just stand there and watch as Takeshi Kovacs held the latest in the long line of people he had loved and lost.

[loverhymeswith]

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Wondering if any of my fellow Joel Kinnaman & Rick Flag fans would be interested in reading any of the following character fics... (and if so would you prefer to see character x OC or character x reader) 🤔

- Stephen Holder (The Killing)

- Takeshi Kovacs (Altered Carbon)

- Erik Heller (Hanna)

- Ed Baldwin (For All Mankind)

I'm still very much committed to my Rick Flag x OFC fic at the moment, but I'm thinking of branching out.

Would love to know what you think and I would be more than happy to take any requests!

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Loverhymeswith | WIP Update

I'm trying to get organised before Christmas, so here's a little update on what I'm currently working on...

✧What a Wicked Game (Rick Flag x OFC)✧

The final four chapters of this story will be posted weekly between now and Christmas.

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I was going to wrap this up in one last chapter, but after some help from the wonderful @a-reader-and-a-writer I have decided to carry on with this story, so there will be at least two more chapters to come, although these might not be out for a while.

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The third installment of this will be out before Christmas and thanks to @yespolkadotkitty and her brilliant prompts there will be at least a fourth part. I am in love with writing Holder so who knows where this will go!

✧Christmas One Shots✧

Between now and Christmas I will also be working on the following festive one shots: ✧ Home for the Holidays (Rick Flag x Reader) - thank you @romanticgumchewer-reactivated for the awesome prompt! I'm so excited to get started on this! ✧ Office Christmas Party (Stephen Holder x Detective!Reader) - this will be set in the Enough universe.

Let me know if you would like to be tagged in anything!

And if there is anything else you would like to see, please feel free to send me prompts or requests!