#macgyver au

[dinosaurswant2rule]

A story I left ages ago! I’ve updated it! :) I feel very bad 

Mac arrives in a foundation where no one recognises him 

In this chapter he encounters his father 

Oversight looked at the man, the young man asleep or rather unconscious in the chair opposite him. He wasn’t that surprised, the amount of interrogation this guy had gone through, an experienced agent would have passed out from the pain. And this man, this person, this boy, no not a boy. He would not call him a boy as Dalton had. This enemy alien was nothing to him, he was an enemy to be broken and potentially exploited. Clearly, he was smart, he already gotten through Dalton’s armour, a trick in of itself and Oversight was determined not be so easily used. His eyes went over him again. A mass of long blonde hair, he looked foolish, but it made him look more ordinary perhaps? A young face, now heavily bruised by two black eyes. 

[lailuhhh]

Episode that’s not talked about enough is 2x23 Macgyver+Macgyver and how when James wasn’t giving Mac any answers to anything, Mac’s immediate thought was to stop and back up into their pursuer and ask him instead

AND THEN Jack pulling his hand away as Mac introduces them

[anguishmacgyver]

[improvidus]

Cairo Day | "In Flight"

(@macgyvercairo)

[h0ur-glass]

The brothers au might be set in the present but the Motorola brick phone stays.

[wesleysniperking]

Straw Hat real world Fighting Styles/Martial Arts (TL;DR)

I was on Reddit a while back and someone asked what Martial Arts each Straw Hat would practice in real life, here’s a person’s take (it’s posted below—at the very end).

For the most part I was okay with it. EXCEPT for Usopp’s!

It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo half-a**ed. I understand the person may have been joking or completely serious, but guess what? As an Usopp fan that sh*t hit like whiplash. Therefore, I want to explain what Usopp’s fighting style/martial arts would be (especially if Usopp didn’t have a weapon like everyone is so focused on when determining his style). And I’m going to say it would consist of:

Model Mugging, MacGyver-ing, and a little bit of Krav Maga. Any normal everyday average person can do each one. It’s relatable (Usopp is the normal guy) given people want to learn an easy or the most effortless self defense. Especially if that person has a butt load of intelligence, street smarts, an avoidance problem, and high self preservation.

Model Mugging

Why? Because Model Mugging was made for normal everyday people who want to prevent assault and to fight off the person who is attempting the assault.

This is what Wikipedia says:

“Model Mugging attempts to turn the adrenaline reaction to an active response rather than a fear response through simulated attacks and group talk sessions.”

Usopp works well under pressure, is intelligent, and all about self perseverance. He often tries to fight against his fear and anxiety. The origin of the fighting style is an unfortunate tale but if you read the origin you’d understand how Model Mugging is made for the every-day person. It’s very convenient and easy to learn (if we’re talking strictly fighting).

(It’s literally a basic self-defense course you’d take at a community center or your nearest YMCA).

MacGuyver-ing

This is reference to a TV show and character named MacGyver who used his surroundings and cleverness to fight off culprits and the bad guys. He’s a very good engineer (sound familiar?) and is very intelligent. Ironically, he didn’t believe in guns (😉). Regardless, it’s not like Oda ever uses Usopp’s weaponry skills to his advantage.

I was reading an article and the author put it the best way possible:

“To MacGyver from a martial arts sense is to find a way to work around whatever problem or situation that we have which is confronting us. In MacGyver-ing there is no blueprint, so it is really a mindset.”

Usopp works well under pressure, is good at mind games, and telling from the Chew fight, Miss Merry Christmas and Mr. 4 fight, and Perona fight, that’s as McGyver-ing as you can get. This article really brings it home the best. (Please read!).

Overall, McGyver-ing fits Usopp because the fighting style is all about preservation, improvisation, and using unorthodox/unlikely weapons (all about the environment).

Krav Maga

Basically Usopp’s overall fighting style would consist of defensive (on defense). Let’s just get that out the way.

The redditor didn’t think of that it seems.

So, Krav Maga is something that Usopp would have to will himself to learn based on whatever purpose. They say Krav Maga is easy to learn but hard to master. But anyone (of any shape, size, and form) can learn Krav Maga. It focuses solely on real world situations. Usopp doesn’t need anything flashy, he wouldn’t feel the need to do anything more besides to use it to fight off people who are trying to harm him (so he can run the heck away), and this Wikipedia article puts it best:

“Like most martial arts, Krav Maga encourages students to avoid physical confrontation.[5] If this is impossible or unsafe, it promotes finishing a fight as quickly and aggressively as possible. Attacks are aimed at the most vulnerable parts of the body, and training is not limited to techniques that avoid severe injury; some even permanently injure or cause death to the opponent.”

So, alkair20 could’ve taken more time to consider Usopp’s martial art/fighting style. Sure, Usopp’s all about weaponry (that’s where MacGyver comes in), but he’s also about improvisation and using the environment to his advantage. He’s always on the defense and finding the easiest way out (Model Mugging and Krav Maga). So he can still use his Usopp hammer, Usopp dash, etc etc because it’s his defense.

(Heck, if you want to go for fictional martial arts, Ninjitsu isn’t entirely as legit as people make it out to be, unlike Naruto, people back then in ancient times considered it cowardly. You ambush people, hide in the shadows, and use shurikens and rope darts)

🥷🏽🥷🏽🥷🏽

Alas, extremely disappointed in the lack of effort. What the heck is Nanto Bakusatsu Ken? What an insult.

Seriously, a fictional fighting style that requires one move is all you’ve got? alkair20.

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[puckiety]

this was supposed to be a much bigger canvas but i Gave Up on rendering the background so. idk man self-indulgent murdoc x oc redraw of a silence of the lambs screenshot 👍 i just think murdoc in a hannibal-esque "helping solve the case" situation would be fun!!!

[bonefall]

Smartness

Just curious about your comment on giving the smartest character a northern English accent (presumably not literally since they speak a different language, but in a theoretical "English dub"); who would you say are the smartest cats in the BB au?

@halogenwarrior

Jessy! Definitely! That girl's a total genius! She's got this amazing way of thinking in 3D and considering long-term consequences. I consider her as a proper prodigy of cat engineering, more than just being intelligent like a lot of my other characters.

Lizardstripe and Barley Sr. are both also very intelligent, though Lizardstripe's intelligence is in a more interpersonal sense where Barley Sr's is in a more engineering sense.

I try to think of intelligence not as a singular Thing, but as a bunch of separate 'types' of intelligence that individuals can have. Some people are great at understanding 3D space, others are amazing at remembering basically everything, others have outstanding social intelligence. So on. Most people have at least one, unless you're Billystorm <3

Other random 'smart dudes' in BB,

Runningnose: Just as intelligent as his mother, Lizardstripe.

Brushburn: Great engineer, photographic memory

Dappletail and Ferncloud: All educators need to have really good memories.

Ravenpaw: Excellent memory, would have made a great Cleric

Spottedleaf: Insightful, catches people off guard with how much she's able to gleam about you just from a few sentences

Daisy: Very rational and insightful, able to clear her mind and see things objectively.

Poppyfrost: Inquisitive, excellent at logical processes

MacGyver: That name... it HAS to be something.

List is obviously not comprehensive, but these are characters I think are particularly intelligent.

Anyway, yeah, in-universe the cats are all speaking Clanmew. But I got a request from a loved one to very specifically make "the smartest character" ferociously Northern for them (in the hypothetical "dub").

Logically since the cats are in an amalgam of Clwyd/Cheshire/Manchester/Merseyside/Lancashire they'd ALL get accents from those areas. But "the smartest character" has to be even further up. Cumbria, maybe.

[appalachianapologies]

Remittent Distress

Chapter One

Fic Summary: After years of being on the run and keeping his head down, Mac finally receives the opportunity to end this screwed up game of hide-and-seek for good. With the help of two unlikely friends, some unconventional skill sets, and plenty of all-nighters, Mac attempts to track down his father before James gets to him first. It's been six months since an ordinary mission turned to hell, leaving its permanent marks on Jack Dalton—both physically and emotionally. But when information about a wild kid he came across four months ago gets dropped into his lap, he has to push it all down in order to find not just the kid, but the truth behind him as well.

(The big ol' fic in Smoking Room Universe)

[dinosaurswant2rule]

I've added another bit to this pirates AU fanfic originally discussed / developed with @refinedbuffoonery and @thecarrieonokay

Mac is an officer in the English Royal Navy and ends up with a notorious pirate/merchant by the name of Davis (coughs)

@impossiblepluto - I recall you are a member of the WE HATE JAMES MACGYVER FANCLUB, so might appreciate chapter 3

Happy reading !

There was a cutlass on the floor and a heavy brown belt. Next to it was a black shirt, slightly torn and some well-worn leather boots. Next door was an abandoned coat from the dress uniform of an English naval captain. It was navy with various bits of golden trim on the shoulders and sparkling buttons each with a tiny pattern on it. Not far away were a set of dark blue trousers and a white shirt all crumpled and tossed across the floor. There was also an old pistol tangled up amongst the fancy clothes not befitting a member of her majesty’s, navy however it was in good working order. One black boot was half under the bed, another had been pushed into a corner, they were both scuffed as if somehow someone had taken them off in a desperate tearing hurry.

[lailuhhh]

Mac - Father + Dad

His father had left when he was a child, and Mac had thought that would’ve been the end of it. When he got notified of a funeral, it should’ve been the end of it. Mac’s life was anything but linear

Or

James fakes his death

Read it here!

[anguishmacgyver]

[violetshine-appreciation]

thinkin abt an au where violetshine actually kills raven and sleekwhisker during the battle against them in river of fire.....like as theyre fighting something in her just snaps and she lets all of her rage out without realizing

she kills raven first, since they were already fighting during that scene. violet is just overcome with emotion - grief from needletails death, reminders of what darktail and his rogues did, outrage at the whole situation - that she doesnt even realize raven is already weakened and just keeps attacking her until she stops moving.

but its not ravens death that gets her to turn away from her - its the rogues sudden retreat. she turns and watches them run away, and then she sees sleekwhisker. sleekwhisker running - no, limping away, after all that shes done. memories flash through violetshines mind. sleekwhisker was darktails most loyal follower, and violetshines bully since kithood. she helped kill needletail. she insulted violets heritage and kin. and now she thinks she can just run away? just like that? like a coward??

violet lunges without thinking. she catches the already-injured sleekwhisker off guard and starts tearing into her viciously, all her fury coming out in rapid slashes of her already-bloodstained claws. she thinks of needletail, struggling underwater; thinks of dawnpelt, lured off into the night and drowned without any cat knowing; thinks of pinenose, killed in the thick of battle with riverclan. darktail is dead, but sleekwhisker is here, she's here and it's all her fault, her fault, she'll pay for this, for taking everything from her-

when violetshine feels a soft tap on her side she whips around, claws still bared, and swipes at macgyver. thankfully, he dodges out of the way just in time, and violetshine finally snaps out of her blind rage and realizes what she almost did - what shes already done - and she freezes in shock. shes not even listening as macgyver (shakily, uncertainly) tells her that its ok, the rogues are gone, but rowanclaw is in trouble, he might not make it. violetshine remembers now, remembers everything she just did more clearly than ever, and she feels like throwing up. she flinches as her eyes drift over to raven's body, then sleekwhisker's - she was running away, she thinks. i killed her while she was running away.

when they return home, every cat is too focused on rowanclaws death to celebrate the rogues being driven out; but violetshine cant look any of her clanmates in the eye, especially not when her father tells her how proud he is of her for being so courageous, especially not when tree looks at her and says nothing because he can tell somethings wrong and she can't tell him, she can't look at him, she can't look at anyone. she's a monster, she's a monster and every cat is praising her like she's a hero.

she's not tired the morning after rowanclaw's vigil. she can't sleep at all. closing her eyes only brings memories of sleekwhiskers body, bloodied and beaten on the ground like the corpses darktail left to rot in riverclans camp.

[h0ur-glass]

MacGyver: Brothers AU

Hey here's just a little world-building for my AU where the original and reboot MacGyvers are brothers.

MacGyver:

They both go by their last name. 1985 hates his first name more because that's how it was in the shows.

2016 can have the first name Angus because he actually gets called that in the show. 1985's first name is Stacey because that's what it was in the pilot episode script.

1985 is the older brother, of course. They have an age gap of about 5-8 years.

Modern setting but OG MacGyver dresses like it's the 80s and also just has a bunch of 80s stuff.

Murdoc:

Pretty much everything that happened in the first reboot episode with Helman is canon in this AU, except Helman is named Murdoc, he's the age he was in the original, and it was his sister, Ashton, who was killed not his wife.

Dennis took Murdoc's favorite alter ego name and also goes by Murdoc now just to piss him off.

Jack Dalton:

Also brothers.

Their father didn't know 1985 Jack was born. Both of them were named after their father and unknowingly given the same name.

They didn't know each other existed until later in life.

Reboot Jack doesn't really like original Jack.

The other characters:

I'm not adding original Bozer or reboot Penny because they were both barely in the shows. I think reboot Bozer and original Penny would be friends though, because they are both interested in show business.

I'm not adding Patricia Thornton because I'm still mad that they rebooted Pete to be a villain while making Matt Webber into a hero.

Matty and Pete are friends and sometimes share tips on how to keep their respective MacGyvers from getting hurt or dying (they are both struggling).

Other stuff:

It is set in the modern setting. I'm definitely more of an OG MacGyver fan but I wasn't around in the 80s so modern setting is just easier for me.

Phoenix is both a think tank and also a secret government agency. Both the MacGyvers work in different buildings but sometimes are called in to help each other out.

I don't really know reboot MacGyver that well so if any of this seems way out of character feel free to let me know and I'll change it. Also, feel free to add any ideas! If anyone wants to use this AU feel free! You don't need to follow this list at all!

[refinedbuffoonery]

Looking Through A Window (22)

macriley married undercover au

masterlist.

*****

Mac can’t wait to go home.

He falters a step when he realizes in this instance home means the safe-house apartment, not his house back in L.A. After more than a month of living there, it has begun to feel sort of home-y, in a way, although he chalks it up to Riley’s presence more than anything else. She feels like home. And after the day he’s had, he wants nothing more than to see just how close to home he can get. Preferably naked and in their bed.

Although he did promise her a date first.

But before that happens, he needs to rescue Riley from the Patriots’ warehouse. In what might be the dumbest idea she’s ever had, Riley suggested they divide and conquer—Mac buddy up with Conrad in an attempt to get closer to Cody, Riley with Ethan to plan the current governor’s (fake) assassination. So today while Riley was stuck with a man who loathes her very existence, Mac played golf with one of the biggest pieces of shit he’s ever met. And also Conrad.

(If Conrad hated her less, they would’ve switched roles. She’s actually decent at golf. Mac is terrible.)

Lengthening his stride as he navigates the nondescript hallways toward Ethan’s office, Mac finds himself driven less by the need to rescue Riley and more by genuine excitement to see her after a day apart. Call him co-dependent, but he missed her.

The route to Ethan’s office is one of the cleanest parts of the warehouse. The concrete floors have been swept, and there aren’t crates of ammo blocking the way like there are by the closet Conrad calls his office. But “out of sight, out of mind” doesn’t apply here, and the sheer number of guns in the building makes Mac’s skin crawl with desperation to get out of there as soon as possible. At least he himself isn’t armed today. Small mercies do exist.

Hopefully the universe will have mercy on him, and Riley will be ready to leave in the next thirty seconds. Mac slides his hands into his pockets to hide his crossed fingers—a gesture he learned from Jack but only became habit after the man was gone.

Voices echo down the hall; Mac can’t yet make out what they’re saying, but an insistent tone that makes him pause just out of sight.

“You’re an exciting woman, Genevieve. I’ve never been with a woman like you,” Ethan croons. “Your husband seems like a nice guy, but I see you. I see your ambition, your drive. I’m sure you wear the pants in your relationship.”

Riley says nothing.

“I thought so.” There’s another pause, and then— “Let me show you the big leagues.”

Mac grits his teeth, hands curling into fists at his sides. He’s ready to barge in there, show Ethan just what league he belongs in, but Riley says, “I like the league I’m in, and I love my husband. And if you want my help, you’ll respect that. Goodnight, Ethan.”

She walks out of his office, eyes widening when she sees Mac, but she signals for him to follow her down the hallway without so much as a hitch in her step.

When they’re clear, Mac mutters, “Unbelievable.”

“So you heard that.”

“I heard that you love me.”

Riley slips her hand into his, interlacing their fingers. Kisses him entirely too deeply considering where they are. “That I do.” She tugs him after her.

“I can’t believe he hit on you.” Mac would love to turn around and punch that asshole, but he has no business stepping in when Riley already handled it herself.

Riley scoffs, “That’s not even the worst thing he said today.”

Mac raises his brow. “Tell me.”

“Some racist shit I’m not going to repeat.”

There’s a weight on her shoulders, in her eyes, that Mac hasn’t seen since they confessed their feelings to one another. He’ll be the first to admit he’s been hiding behind those feelings and their shiny new relationship in order to avoid the reality of the Patriots. What they’re doing. What they believe in. Because the reality is that this is a group of white men who have turned their racism into a political agenda, backed by the kind of artillery no civilian has any business having. Artillery they have no issue using in order to get their way.

It’s not lost on Mac that this assignment is far worse for Riley than for him.

“I know we talked about going out tonight,” Riley says, “but can we just go home?”

Mac is learning the best thing he can do for her is create and maintain spaces she feels safe. So that’s what he’s going to do.

Outside, he opens the car door for her. “I’ll drive,” he offers, not because it’s the man’s job to drive but because she’s been on high alert all day and deserves a chance to zone out. The least he can do is get them home safe.

Let me carry this weight with you.

She lets him.

*****

When Desi arrives on their doorstep, Mac is struck with such a wave of homesickness that he pays little mind to the smug expression on her face. Or her goading, “I see once again nothing gets done around here without my help.”

And then their overwatch waltzes in like she owns the place.

Harley comes barrelling out of the bedroom, barking at the intruder in her space. Unfazed, Desi crosses her arms and tilts her head and says to the dog, “Honestly I’m offended you forgot me.” Harley quiets almost instantly and mirrors Desi’s head tilt as she decides whether Desi should be allowed to stay. Only after giving Desi’s shoes and pants a thorough sniff does Harley return to her usual observation spot on the end of the couch. She’s allowed, then.

Riley yanks her in for a tight hug, which Desi happily returns, leaving Mac to awkwardly watch. He and Desi don’t really do hugs anymore due to the whole ex thing. Even if he missed her.

“So,” Desi says, eyes sweeping the whole apartment before fixating on Mac and Riley. How close they’re standing. The wedding rings they’ve gotten in the habit of wearing even when alone. She definitely smelled that they used the same soap when showering (unfortunately separately) this morning; Riley isn’t wearing any perfume to cover it up. He sees the gears in Desi’s mind turning and wishes he couldn’t. The grin dawning on her face is downright diabolical. “Are you two fucking yet?”

Nevermind. She is a terror, and he didn’t miss her at all.

Riley chokes. “Excuse me, I have to go change my tampon.” After she all but runs from the room, Desi turns that smug expression on Mac. “Last I checked, a little blood doesn’t faze you.”

“Last I checked, you were all about keeping things professional.”

She shrugs and proceeds to give herself a tour of the apartment. Desi eyes the plants Mac keeps forgetting to water and lets loose a surprised huh at the lack of clothes (specifically Mac’s) on the floor before turning her focus on the bed. Pillows for two, sheets pulled back on both sides. In hindsight, they probably should have made it less obvious. “You’re not fucking,” she says slowly, “but you are sleeping together.” Not a question.

“We’ve been here for over a month. No one’s back can handle that long on a couch. Besides, it’s not like Riley and I haven’t slept together a hundred times before.”

Desi smirks.

He walked right into that one.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Desi doesn’t need to know about the condoms in the nightstand drawer. Although there’s a definite possibility she’ll go through all their stuff the moment he and Riley leave her alone in the apartment.

Or maybe not, considering Desi’s reaction after Harley sniffs through her bag and pulls out the small bottle of pain meds she has stashed. Harley brings Mac the bottle, and Desi frowns and says, “Your dog’s a narc.”

Out of habit, Mac quickly glances at the label, noticing that she’s taking the strong stuff again. He needs to keep an eye on that. When Desi isn’t looking, he gives Harley a treat.

They get straight to work planning the governor’s fake assassination once Desi settles in, mostly to prevent her from asking any more nosy questions.

Desi is much better at this than they are. In fact, one of the first things she does is tell them their plan leaves way too much room for error. That they need to account for every route the governor might take so that the sniper (her) won’t end up out of position. Sharing a look behind her back, Mac and Riley sigh as Desi proceeds to redo most of their work.

As the day passes, Harley becomes instant BFFs with Desi and, that night, even sleeps on the couch with her. Mac thinks their dog is a traitor. Especially when he catches her as the little spoon tucked snugly into Desi’s chest. He supposes they get along so well because they’re both so stubborn and bossy.

On the bright side, with Harley sleeping on the couch instead of her usual spot—in the middle of the bed, head on Riley’s stomach, ass in Mac’s face—he and Riley can actually have some alone time for the first time in, well, ever.

Of course, Riley wants to waste it by talking.

Talking.

“Do you think she knows?” Riley asks quietly, not wanting Desi to overhear. They’re both lying on their backs, not touching, which Mac thinks is ridiculous despite not being brave enough to grab her and pull her close.

“I don’t think we were that obvious, no.”

“She’s not stupid.”

“No she is not.” Believe me, Mac wants to say. I know.

“I know we agreed not to tell anyone until after this is all over, but now that Desi is here. . .” Riley trails off. “Should we tell her? It feels wrong to lie to her, of all people.”

It does feel wrong. They should be upfront about it. But no matter that the three of them are in a great place now, telling Desi will still be awkward. Mac isn’t wild about having to tell his ex that the thing she once confronted him about, years ago, did come to fruition after all. After Mac swore on his life that it wouldn’t.

Not to mention. . .

“Bozer’s feelings will be hurt if he’s not the first to know.”

Riley swears. “I don’t want to tell him over the phone. This is—” she reaches across the bed, grabs his chest— “too big for that.” Mac’s pulse skyrockets under her touch, even with his shirt between them.

“I agree.”

He needs more; her hand on his chest isn’t enough. He wants her under his skin. But since that isn’t physically possible, he settles for the next best thing: nestling her against his chest.

Her breath warm against his neck, Riley says, “If we don’t tell her, then we can’t do any PDA or anything else couple-y in front of her. Even if she figures it out, we still shouldn’t do it. It’s not fair to make her watch all that. Not when she’s stuck with us, not when she can’t leave.”

Mac recalls the time when their roles were reversed and Riley was the third-wheel roommate watching him and Desi be a gross couple. A time during which he now knows Riley harbored feelings for him. He kisses her forehead. “Are you thinking about when you were in her shoes?”

He almost misses her quiet, “Yeah.”

He holds her tighter. “I’m sorry I put you through that. If I had known. . . I wouldn’t’ve.”

“I didn’t want you to know.”

“And now?”

“Now,” Riley interrupts herself by kissing him. “I’m going to tell you I love you every day for the rest of our lives.” She checks to make sure the bedroom door is shut before straddling him, and he grips the backs of her thighs.

Good thing Desi sleeps like the dead.

*****

Electric heat runs through his veins. Her back is to his chest like it so often is, but they aren’t sleeping.

Far from it.

It’s the best dream he’s had in a long time.

His hand slips under her shirt, teasingly brushing his thumb across the underside of her breast. Only when she whimpers does he touch her with more purpose. Intent. The heady scent of her fills his nose. He can’t usually smell things in a dream, but Mac certainly isn’t complaining about it. Wanting her for so long has made him desperate to have her in any way he can. He nips at the sensitive skin below her ear, and her hips rock back into his.

He feels every inch of her against him, that tantalizing mix of soft curves and hard muscle. God, what a dream.

Fingers circle his wrist, and then she’s moving his hand down, down the smooth plane of her stomach, down to the elastic waistband of her shorts. She’s not wearing any underwear. Only the shorts.

He hears her breathless cry, then feels the very real pain of her nails digging into his forearm.

Mac’s not dreaming anymore.

He’s wide awake now, and when he opens his eyes Mac realizes his dream was not, in fact, a dream. Riley has a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries as she guides his fingers over her body. Her hips grind into his, harder now. Encouraging him.

He has never in his entire life wanted something more than he wants her right now.

In the back of his consciousness, he registers nails clicking on the floor, followed by the soft sound of the front door shutting. Desi is awake and letting out the dog. They have just minutes before she'll barge in to use the apartment’s sole bathroom. Shit.

“Riles,” he murmurs, lips brushing her ear. He kisses her neck. “We can’t.”

“Just get a towel and it’ll be fine. There won’t be that much blood.”

“No, not because of that.” He removes his hands from beneath her clothes, resigning himself to finish this in the shower, alone. “I’m not fucking you when we have an audience.”

The front door again. Harley barks, demanding to be fed. Faintly, he hears Desi telling the dog to have some damn patience.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riley groans into her pillow, and Mac strokes his fingers down her back in apology.

He scrambles to find something to say to make this better, ultimately landing on, “I could wake up every day like this.” She shivers, and he continues, “Do you know how badly I want you? Want this?”

Riley’s fist clenches around the sheets.

There’s a swift knock at the bedroom door, but before either of them have a chance to respond, it opens and Desi pokes her head in. Mac rolls away from Riley too late; there’s no way Desi didn’t see how close they were. And Riley—damn her—pretends to be asleep, leaving Mac to deal with their nosy overwatch on his own.

Desi walks in dressed for a run. She doesn’t say a word, although the look on her face says plenty, as she quickly uses the bathroom. When she emerges, she announces, “I’m going on a run and will be gone for exactly one hour. While I am cool with this—” she gestures between them, and her approval is odd to come to terms with— “I do not want to see either of your naked asses when I return. Got it?”

In translation: Do not waste this opportunity because if I catch you I swear to god I will kill you myself.

Mac bites his tongue to hold in an irreverent Yes, ma’am, fearing he’d get punched if it slips.

Something softens in Desi’s eyes as she observes the way the pillows are only squished in the middle of the bed, proof that Mac and Riley slept mere inches apart. She asks, “Do you love her?”

She asked him that question once before, but where that time was spiteful, this time is in earnest.

“I do,” he replies. “Please don’t. . . We haven’t told anyone yet.”

Desi smiles sadly. “Your secret is safe with me. That’s never changed.”

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WIP Wednesday

I saw a prompt on Tumblr which reminded me of the vampire AU I started a few months ago. I'd also forgotten that I'd written 5600 words on it and folks, those words are gooood. So good that I've now added 1465 words to it and I'm buzzing to share something.

Jack knew exactly what their plan was the moment they shoved him in the room. He could smell it, even before they got there. The blood. He hadn’t eaten any food in days, hadn’t fed in longer. The hunger was a gnawing presence that had gotten harder and harder to ignore as the hours had slipped into days. He’d thought it was a pressure tactic, he’d thought it was to keep him weak, controllable. He’d been so very wrong. “Hey!” He turned immediately slamming his fist into the door. “Let me out! You can’t leave me in here!” The odds of them changing their minds were non-existent, they hadn’t shown any capacity for mercy so far and Jack couldn’t help but land a solid kick to the door in frustration. “Bastards.” He muttered, turning to lean against the door. His new prison was much the same as his previous one, empty except for a single chair in the middle. A man, a young man, was slumped forward, blond hair falling in front of his face and his hands tied behind the chair. He seemed to be unconscious, at least he hadn’t reacted to Jack’s violence against the door and he’d practically bellowed his feelings about being locked in here. Jack clenched his fist. “Hey.” He called out. “Hey, kid. You awake?”

(I'm thinking this will be two chapters, might even get the first one out by the weekend.)