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layce2015 · 3 years ago

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The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Female!Reader)

Chapter 1: The Mandalorian And The Dar'manda

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(A/N: Now I did have this story on here but I kept having comments on doing the "Read More" to shorten my post. At the time, I didn't know how to do it and I kept asking those people how and they never would reply back. So I got annoyed and took down the chapters. But now that I know how to do that, I'm bringing this story back. So I hope you enjoy!

There might be times where I use Mando'a, or language of the Mandalorian, from time to time but I will make sure to put the translations of them at the end of the chapter.)

Snow was fallen from the cloudy sky on to the already icy and snowy planet. One large building was the only thing that stood out among the ice and snow. One lone armored figure, a Mandalorian, walks up towards the building, holding a tracking fob. The device beeped, letting him know that his bounty was here.

Inside, the cantina was bustling with people drinking and talking amongst each other, including two trawlers who were messing with a Mythrol. "Look at his glands!" One Trawler to his friend as they continue to mess with the Mythrol. "I bet we could sell them at the port!" the second Trawler pointed out. "Please! Please! I have credits! Take them!" the Mythrol pleaded to them as he shows them the credits. But the second Trawler shoves him against the table

"He's young. The musk will be sweet." The Alpha Trawler laughs as his partner pulls the Mythrol up, making the Alpha Trawler's drink fall over. Then the Trawler pulls out his blade. "And now for the real prize..." he said but before he could do anything, the doors open and the Mandalorian stands there for a moment before he enters.

The Trawlers and every other patron all turn to see the newcomer but the Trawler was not impressed. The Alpha Trawler yells at the Mandalorian as the Mandalorian walks past him, ignoring him. "You spilled my drink..." The Alpha Trawler said, angrily, to the Mandalorian but the gunslinger doesn't respond to him.

"Hey, Mando!" The Trawler calls out and the Mandalorian turns his head to him then turns away as he walks up to the bar. The Alpha Trawler then walks up to him. "I said, you spilled, my drink..." The Alpha Tralwer tells him but Mando doesn't even look at him. Then the second Trawler shoves the Mythrol down against the table while the other patrons stare at the Mandalorian.

"He says you spilled his drink." the Bartender said but Mando never speaks. "That's fine! It's on me." The Bartender said and he goes behind the bar while the Trawler looks over the Mandalorian. "Is that real Beskar Steel?" He asked the Mandalorian just as the second Trawler comes up to the Mandalorian.

"Here." The Bartender said as he picks up a cup then slides it across the bar. But before the cup could get to the Alpha Trawler, Mando stops the cup, grabs it then used it to hit the Alpha Trawler in the head and the second Trawler in the face, making him fall back unconscious. The Alpha Trawler stumbles back as Mando grabs the third accomplice by the head and slams him onto the bar.

The Alpha Trawler pulls out a blade and tries to stab Mando, but he grabs his arms, punches it under his arm and twists it behind the Alpha Trawler. The third guy tries to flee but Mando shoots out a grappling hook and it wraps around the creature's legs. Mando began pulling the grapple towards and the guy pulls out his blaster and fires at the Mandalorian, which hits his shoulder armor.

Mando fires his own blaster at the door panel; which made the door close on the guy, cutting him in half. Everyone watched in shock and horror at this but nobody dared to go near the Mandalorian

The Mythrol started to chuckle as Mando walks up to him. "Thank you. Thank you very much. You got my heartfelt gratitude." the Mythrol said as Mando just stares at him. "You know what...here, you take my credits. Buy yourself a drink." he tells the Mandalorian as he pushes a pile of credits to him.

But the Mandalorian places a hologram puck on the table, which shows a hologram image of the Mythrol. "Uh...Is that a bounty puck? Is that me?" The Mythrol said, nervously, but the Mandalorian doesn't say a word. "Look...uh...there must be some mistake. I can get you more credits." the Mythrol said, a bit panicked, until the Mandalorian finally speaks.

"I can bring you in warm...or I can bring you in cold." The Mandalorian said as he places his hand on his holstered blaster, getting ready to fire it, if needed be. The Mythrol looks up at him and gulps, nervously.

After surrendering, the Mandalorian handcuffs the Mythrol and they began to walk out of the cantina and towards a speeder stop where a ferryman stands by. "I need passage to the yards." Mando said and the ferryman calls a speeder which arrives with an R2 unit as the pilot.

"No droids." Mando said, firmly. "I assure you, this speeder is brand new. It's the latest model..." the Ferryman said, in its own language, but Mando tosses the ferryman a coin. "At your pleasure." the ferryman said and he calls another speeder. It arrives in rough shape but with a human pilot. "Where to?" the pilot asked.

Sometime later, the speeder flies across the icy plains and the Mythrol begins to speak. "You know what he's looking for..." the Mythrol said to the Mandalorian but he still doesn't respond to him. So the Mythrol looks at the pilot. "You're looking for Ravinaks, right?" He asked. "It's clear right now. But be careful near the port. Everyone dumps their gray holds out. They think the whole entire planet is their own personal stink pit." the pilot warned just as the speeder arrives at a large ship, the Razer Crest.

"Here you are." the pilot said once he stops and the Mythrol looks up at the ship. "You're kidding me, right?" he said as he looks back at the Mandalorian. "Get out." Mando ordered and the two get out of the speeder.

"I'll hire us a Livery Cruiser. No big deal. It won't come out of your end. I'll pay for it." The Mythrol bargained to the Mandalorian, who turns his head towards him almost like he was telling him to shut up. "I'm just trying to make it pleasant." The Mythrol said as he walks towards the Razer Crest.

"Hey, it's time to go, so let's settle up." The pilot said and the Mandalorian pays the pilot. "I'd stay off the ice if I were you." the pilot warns before he takes off. The Mandalorian and the Mythrol get ready to board the Razer Crest. "You think there's really something to worry about?" the Mythrol asked Mando before he turns and watches the speeder, just in time to see it get eaten by a beast that busted out of the ice.

"Oh! Oh! Open the hatch! Open the hatch!" The Mythrol exclaimed in a panic as the Ravinak breaks through the ice and towards the Razer Crest. The Mandalorian grabs the Mythrol and drags him into the ship. "Dank farrik, that was close!" The Mythrol said as they get into the cockpit. Then the Ravinak grabs the Razer Crest's leg.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Stay off the ice. That's the understatement of the millennium." the Mythrol said, panicked as Mando attempts to take off. But the Ravinak holds onto the ship's leg. "It's taking us down." the Mythrol screamed as the Mandalorian tried to maneuver the ship but the beast wouldn't let go. "What're you doing? It's got us! It's gonna take us under!" The Mythrol screamed and the Mandalorian leaves the cockpit.

"Where you going? You gotta do something! We gotta get out of here!" The Mythrol shouted as the Mandalorian walks up to the hatched door, pulls out his long rifle and used it to electrocute the Ravinak, which finally let's go of the leg.

"Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Yes. All right. Whew." The Mythrol exclaimed in excitement as the Mandalorian comes back and steers the ship off of the planet.

"I like your ship. She's a classic." the Mythrol said, trying to make conversation after they left the ice planet. "Razor Crest, am I right? Pre-Empire?" He asked the Mandalorian, who doesn't respond. "I have a lot of credits, by the way. That's why I offered to hail a Cruiser." the Mythrol said.

No response.

"How much are they paying you?" he asked Mando.

No response.

"Is it true that you guys never take off your helmets?"

No response.

"Oh... Boy." The Mythrol muttered as he looks around. "I think I have to use the vacc tube. I mean I can do it here, but if you've never seen a Fledgling Mythrol evacuate their thorax, you're a lucky guy, trust me." The Mythrol said but no response from the Mandalorian so the blue skinned creature gets up.

"Clearly, there's nowhere for me to go. So, uh...I'm gonna look for that vacc tube if it's all the same to you?" The Mythrol said but silence. "Great." he said and he leaves the cockpit and gets down into the belly of the ship.

"Found it! Thanks. It might take a while. I'm molting" the Mythrol calls out to the Mandalorian as he looks around. At one point, he opens the weapons hold and sees the various weapon that the Mandalorian had. He panicked and quickly closes it again.

"Oh, this feels a lot better. I haven't evacuated since the solstice. Yeah. I was hoping to be free for...uh...Life Day. Maybe even, uh..." the Mythrol blathers on until he discovers the bounty hold with several carbon-frozen bounties. "Get home to the...family. But I guess that's not gonna happen this year." he said as he backs away.

"Probably not." A voice said and the Mythrol turns to see the Mandalorian standing behind him. He grabs the Mythrol and shoves him in the on-board carbon-freezimg chamber, which adds him to the line of the carbon-frozen bounties.

After arriving in Nevarro, the Mandalorian walks into a cantina and walks up to a man, Greef Karga who is the Bounty Hunter Guild. "Ah, that was fast." Greef said as Mando walks up to him. "Did you catch them all?" Greef asked and the Mandalorian places the tracking fobs on the table. "Good. I'll begin the off-load." Greef said before he turns to some of his people and gives them an order in a different language.

The Mandalorian sits across from Greef, who places credits on the table. "These are Imperial Credits." the Mandalorian noted as he looks at them. "They still spend." Greef assures him. "I don't know if you heard, but the Empire is gone." said the Mandalorian. "It's all I've got." Greef said, shrugging.

The Mandalorian grabs the tracking fobs back but Greef stops him. "Save the theatrics. Fine, I'll..." he said and he places different credits on the table. "I can do Calamari Flan But I can only pay half." he said. "Fine." the Mandalorian said and he places the tracker fobs back on the table and grabs the credits.

"Hmm. I have a bail jumper, a bail jumper, another bail jumper, a wanted smuggler." Greef said as he looks over the hologram files. "I'll take them all." Mando said and Greef looks up at him. "Nah, hold on. There are other members of the Guild, and this is all I have." he said.

"Why so slow?" Mando asked him. "It's not slow at all. Actually, very busy. They just don't want to pay Guild rates. They don't mind if things get sloppy." Greef replied. "What's your highest bounty?" Mando asked him. "Not much. Five thousand." Greef said. "That won't even cover fuel these days." Mando grumbles and Greef smirks as he thinks.

Hmm. There is one job." He said. "Let's see the puck." Mando said. "No puck. Face to face. Direct commission. Deep pocket." Greef tells him. "Underworld?" asked Mando. "All I know is no chain code." Greef said and he pulls out a chit card. "Do you want the chit or not?" Greef asked him. Mando grabs the chit card and leaves.

He walks through the town to a building then knocks on the door of said building. A sensor eye appears and asked for identification in a foreign language. Mando shows the chit card and the sensor reads it and lets the door open.

Mando makes his way into the building and walks into a room where an older man and about four stormtroopers stood. "Greef Karga said you were coming." the client said. "What else did he say?" Mando asked him. "He said you were the best in the parsec." replied the client.

Suddenly, a door opens and, before the man could even enter, Mando draws his weapons as do the stormtroopers. "Freeze!" one of the Stormtroopers ordered Mando as the new guest jumps back. "No!" the new guest said while one of the Stormtrooper said, still aiming their guns at Mando. "Drop your weapons!"

"No, no, no, no. Pardon. Uh, sorry. I...didn't...mean to alarm." The new guy said and the client gets up and walks around the table to stand in front of Mando. "This is Doctor Pershing." the client said as he points at the man. Please excuse his lack of decorum. His enthusiasm outweighs his discretion. Please lower your blaster." he said to Mando.

"Have them lower theirs first." Mando said, referring to the Stormtroopers. "We have you four to one." One of the Stormtroopers said but Mando keeps his weapons up and steady. "I like those odds." Mando said, confidently.

"He also said you were expensive. Very expensive. Please sit." The client said as he steps closer to Mando. On a sign from the client, the stormtroopers lower their weapons as does Mando. He and the client sit as the client unpacks a cloth package, revealing a brick sized silver metal.

"Beskar?" Mando asked and the client smiles. "Go ahead. It's real." the client said and Mando inspects the ingot. "This is only a down payment. I have a camtono of Beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset." said the Client. "Alive." Pershing added, quickly. "Yes. Alive. Although, I acknowledge that bounty hunting is a complicated profession. This being the case, proof of termination is also acceptable for a lower fee." the client said and Pershing looks at him.

"That is not what we agreed upon." Pershing said. "I'm simply being pragmatic." The client said. "Let's see the puck." Mando said but the client shakes his head, slightly. "I'm afraid discretion dictates a less traditional agreement. We can only offer you a tracking fob." the client said and Pershing hands Mando a tracking fob.

"What's the chain code?" Mando asked. "We can only provide the last four digits." said the Client. "Their age? That's all you can give me?" Mando asked, confused. "Yes. They're 50 years old. We can also give you last reported positional data. Between that and the fob, a man of your skill should make short work of this." the client said.

Mando gets up and moves to leave. "The Beskar belongs back into the hands of a Mandalorian. It is good to restore the natural order of things after a period of such disarray, don't you agree?" the client asked as Mando stops. He looks over his shoulder before he walks out and leaves.

He walks through the town again and covertly enters an underground facility, where there were many other Mandalorians. Mando walks past many of them until he comes up to the forge room where the Armorer was standing. Mando places the credits and the beskar ingot on the table.

The Armorer picks up the ingot and inspects it. "This was gathered in the Great Purge. It is good it is back with the Tribe." she said. "Yes." Mando said, plainly. "A pauldron would be in order." Armorer said then she looks over at Mando.

"Has your signet been revealed?" She asked. "Not yet." he replies. "Soon." the Armorer said and she prepares to forge the pauldron. "This is extremely generous. The excess will sponsor many Foundlings." she said. "That's good. I was once a Foundling." Mando said. "I know." the Armorer said and begins to forge.

While she forges the pauldron, Mando started to think back to his childhood. Probably his worst memories of his childhood. It was the day when his parents made their way through this village, he originally lived in. They were running as the village had been attacked, people were fighting and explosions were going off. It was utter chaos that day.

Then his parents found a large storage unit and they began to open it. That's when another family came up to them, also carrying a child. His parents and these other set of parents talked among each other before they set both kids inside the large storage unit.

He remembers looking over to his right to see that the other kid was a girl around his age, who looked just as terrified as he did. The two kids share a look before they look up and out towards their parents.

Mando pulled himself out of the memories as the Armorer places the pauldronon his shoulder.

Later, the Razer Crest approaches Arvala-7 then lands on the desert island. After he lands, Mando sits back for a bit then looks at his dashboard for a moment. The memory of his childhood kept coming back to him, especially the moment with the girl.

He hadn't seen her since that day where she got her helmet pulled off by an enemy. He'd never forget that day when this guy, they were hunting down for a bounty, got into a fight with her and he was able to get the upperhand on her. Mando tried to get to her but the guy had friends and he had to take care of them.

By the time Mando was able to make it to her, her helmet was already yanked off. He took out the guy and was able to cuff him but he would never forget the look of fear on her face when she realized her helmet was off. There was another Mandalorian with them during this hunt and he had gone and told the Armorer.

She was exiled and became, what they called, a Dar'manda, a former Mandalorian that has lost one's identity. And even though this is the way of the Mandalorian, he felt a pang of anger and hurt that she was leaving.

The last time he talked to her was after she was exiled. She had walked out of the facility and was just a few miles outside of the town when he came up behind her. "Where will you go?" He asked her. She smirked a bit as she turns back to him. "I'm not sure. The galaxy is a pretty vast place..." she replied before she let's out a sigh.

She could tell by his stance and body language that he didn't like that she was exiled. She gave a sympathetic look before she walks up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Din." She said, softly. She slides her hand off of his shoulder and down his arm until she got to his hand and held onto his hand for a moment.

She stared up at his masked face then said. “We’ll see each other again. Don’t hesitate to call if you’re in need of help.” then slowly, reluctantly, she let's go of his hand and walked away.

That was about ten years ago and he hadn't heard much from her. He had heard a few things here and there about her, like she had started to call herself Manda instead of giving out her real name. And she had stuck with the bounty hunter life style but other than that, he hadn't heard anything from her.

But those last words she said kept ringing in his ears.

Don’t hesitate to call if you’re in need of help.

He sighs then shakes his head as he gets ready to make the call. Part of him wanted her to answer but part of him didn't want her to answer. He figured since that it's been so long, she wouldn't answer.

She didn't seem to respond to his call, so he sent out a transmission to her. "I know it's been years since we've talked but....I might need your help on this one. I'm sending you my coordinates now." He said as he presses a few buttons on his dashboard console. "If you can't make it....I understand." He said then he ends the transmission and gets up and leaves the cockpit.

Mando starts to walk out of the Razer Crest and goes to scan the landscape with the scope that was atop of his rifle. He looks around until a large creature comes out of nowhere.

Startled by this, Mando quickly turns on his flame thrower but the creature knocks him down and grabs his arm with its jaw. The creature tosses him around while Mando punches it a few times on the side of its face. It finally let's go and Mando stands up to regain his composure but the creature charged at him again.

It clamped its jaw on his other arm when a device hits the creature and electrocutes it. The creature falls over and stops moving and Mando starts to pull his arm out when he heard another one of those creatures coming.

He looks up and sees it charging towards him but another device hits it on the side, making the creature fall over. Mando sits up and sees an Ugnaught, holding a rifle, riding one of those creatures.

Mando pulls his arm out of the creatures mouth and looks up at the Ugnaught. "Thank you." He said, appreciatively. "You are a bounty hunter." the Ugnaught said. "Yes." Mando replied and he looks down at his arm. The Ugnaught looks over the Mandalorian before he says. "I will help you."

Mando looks up at him for a moment. "I have spoken." the Ugnaught said and Mando starts to get up on his feet.

"Many have passed through." the Ugnaught, Kuiil as he introduced himself, explained after he and Mando arrived at his residence. "They seek the same one as you." He said. "Did you help them?" Mando asked him. "Yes. They died." Kuiil said. "Well, then I don't know if I want your help." Mando said. "You do. I can show you to the encampment." Kuill said.

"What's your cut?" Mando asked him. "Half." Kuiil replied. "Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep." Mando said, questioning. "No. Half of the blurrg you helped capture." Kuiil said. "The blurrg? You can keep them both." Mando grumbled.

"No, you will need one. To ride. The way is impossible to pass without a blurrg mount." Kuiil said as he started to walk out of his home. "I don't know how to ride blurrg." Mando told him. "I have spoken." Kuiil said.

Next thing he knew, Mando was being thrown by a blurrg. He lands on his back then slowly sits up as the Blurrg stares at him and lets put a noise. "Perhaps if you removed your helmet." Kuiil tells Mando. "Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him." Mando said.

"This is a female. The males are all eaten during mating." Kuiil informs him and Mando sighs as he gets up and tries again. But once again, he was tossed backwards again. "I don't have time for this." Mando said, impatiently, as he gets up and walks over to Kuiil. "Do you have a Landspeeder or Speeder bike that I could hire?" he asked. "You are Mandalorian! Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. Surely you can ride this young foal." Kuiil said and Mando stands there for a moment before turning back to the Blurrg.

"Easy. Easy. Now, all right." Mando said to the Blurrg as he slowly approaches it. It bucks a bit and he steps back for a moment. "Settle down. Whoa! Settle. Settle." He said, calmly, then he continues to approach it with caution. "That's good. That's good. Easy. Okay. That's good. All right." He said as he comes up to it and pets it before he finally mounts the creature. Luckily, it doesn't throw him.

So Kuiil went to mount his Blurrg and the two take off and made their way across the desert landscape. Eventually, they make it towards this ridge to see a small village with a large building in the center of it.

"That is where you'll find your quarry." Kuiil said and Mando hands him a bag of credits. Kuiil waves him off. "Please. You deserve this." Mando tells him. "Since these ones arrived, this territory has been an endless stream of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction." Kuiil tells him.

"Then why did you guide me?" Mando asked him, curiously. "They do not belong here. Those that live here come to seek peace. There will be no peace until they're gone." Kuiil replied. "Then why do you help?" Mando asked him. "I have never met a Mandalorian. I've only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then there will again be peace." Kuiil said then he raised his hand

"I have spoken." he said and he steers the blurrg and sets off back to his home.

Later, Mando was scoping out the encampment from a far off cliff. He scans the area with his binoculars when he noticed a droid walking up towards the encampment. "Oh, no. Bounty Droid." he mutters in disappointment while the droid walks up to the people that were in the encampment.

"Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset." the droid, IG-11, said to the people. But they started firing at him and of course he fired back until the rest of the people hole up. "Droids." Mando said, exasperated, as he stands up and makes his way down to the encampment.

"Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset." IG-11 said as he kept firing his blasters. Then Mando appears from behind a pillar.

"IG Unit! Stand down." Mando shouts then the droid fires a shot at Mando, making him fall backward. The droid then comes towards him but Mando holds his hands up. "I'm in the Guild!" He shouts and IG-11 stops firing. "You are a Guild member?" the droid asked. "I thought I was the only one on assignment."

"That makes two of us. So much for the element of surprise." Mando said to the droid. "Sadly, I must ask for your fob. I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine." IG-11 tells him. "Unless I'm mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed." Mando said. "This is true." IG-11 replied

"I have a suggestion." Mando said. "Proceed." IG-11 encourages. "We split the reward." Mando said and the droid thinks for a quick moment. "This is acceptable." The droid said. "Great. Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan." Mando tells him.

"I will of course receive the reputation merits associated with the mission." IG-11 said. "Can we talk about this later?" Mando asked, a bit impatientl. "I require an answer if I am to proceed--" IG-11 started to say when there was a gunshot sounded out and hit the droid. But it didn't harm him, just turned on his alarm bell.

"Oh, no. Alert. Alert. Alert." IG-11 said and both the droid and Mando take cover as the guards started firing at them. "Let's go!" Mando said as they run and dodge gunfire. Mando pulls out the fob and points it to a steel door, which let's out a ping.

"He's in there!" Mando exclaimed. "Affirmative." IG-11 said but the guards then continued on with the gunfire. Mando and the droid fired back. "Up top!" Mando tells the droid and the droid aims his gun towards the roof of one of the small buildings and shoots one of the gunman.

Mando and the droid then took cover behind pillars while the enemies began to surround them. "It appears we are trapped. I will initiate self-destruct sequencing." IG-11 said and Mando, quickly, turned to him.

"Whoa! You're what?" Mando asked, shocked and confused. "Manufacturers Protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must self-destruct." the droid informed him. "Do not self-destruct." Mando tells him then he looks out towards the enemies before turning to the droid. "Cover me!" He tells the droid and he goes to open the door while IG-11 fires at the guards and tries to take out as many as he could.

Unfortunately, Mando couldn't open the door then he looks back at the droid. "Go! Go! Go!" he yells and they go back behind the pillars. "There's too many!" Mando shouts as gunfire continued. Mando tried to get a shot but there was so many guards and thousands of gunshots off it was hard to keep up.

"They got us pinned." Mando said just as the guards bring out a heavy gun. "I will initiate self-destruct." IG-11 said as a little red light started to come on his chest. "Do not self-destruct! We're shooting our way out." Mando shouts and the droid goes back to normal.

They come out of hiding until they saw the heavy gun. "Okay..." Mando said, worried, and they take cover again. "New plan!" he shouts as the heavy gun began to fire. "Beginning self-destruct countdown." IG-11 said once again. "No! Stop it!" Mando yells just as he hears the gunfire stop.

Puzzled, he looks over and sees that the guns were aiming somewhere else beside them. "What the...?" Mando asked when one of the gunman vaporized. "It appears we have company." IG-11 said as the other gunmen started to fire while a couple more people got vaporized.

Then a figure flew in and knocked the guy off of the heavy gun. The figure and the gunman fall onto the ground then the figure starts to get up and the gunman started to attack the figure, which Mando could tell was a woman.

She had dark blue pants and a long sleeve black shirt with familiar Mandalorian armor covering her legs, arms, shoulders and chest but she didn't have a helmet on. And she was wearing a brown leather jacket over her clothes.

A couple of gunmen started to aim at her as her and the other gunman fought, making Mando realize he need to make a plan, fast. He turns to the droid and said. "Draw their fire, I'll take them out."

"Acceptable." The droid said and Mando nods. "Go!" Mando shouts and the Droid runs out to draw fire while Mando grapples the heavy gun, jumps on it and shoots all the remaining enemies. After punching one of the gunmen a few times, the woman takes cover as Mando finished taking out the enemies.

"Well done. I will disengage self-destruct initiative." The droid said as Mando helps him up. "You know, you're not so bad. For a droid." he said. "Agreed." said the droid and Mando looks over the droid. "That blaster hit looks nasty. You okay?" Mando asked the droid. "Running a quick diagnostic. It has missed my central wiring harness." the droid replied.

"Is that good?" Mando asked. "Yes." replied the droid.

"Never thought I'd see the day where you teamed up with a droid." A female voice replied and the droid and Mando look over to see the woman who came to the rescue. Now that he was able to get a clear look at her, he could see the familiar (h/c) and the (e/c) eyes.

"(Y/n)." Mando greets, calmly, and she smirks at him. "Hello, Mando." She said then she looks around her until she pulls out her own tracking fob. "I'm guessing this is the job you ask my help for?" She asked as she holds up the fob. "You too?" He asked her and she nods.

"Yep. I was on my way here when I got your transmission. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole Guild got this job." (Y/n) said, shrugging. "Neither would I." Mando said and (y/n) looks over at the droid. "Guessing, you're part of the Guild?" She said. "That is correct." IG-11 replied and (y/n) looks over at her old friend with smirk.

"Thanks for saving us." Mando tells her and her smile grew wider. "Just like old times, huh?" She said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. Mando chuckles a little before he said. "Yeah, like old times."

She winks at him then the two share a look before (y/n) speaks up. "So, now what?" She asked. "Now we just need to get the door open." Mando said and the three shoot the door open with the heavy gun. Inside, a lone enemy jumps out but was immediately shot down by the droid.

"Anyone else?" Mando asked and (y/n) looks down at her fob. "The tracking fob is still active." She said as it continued to beep.

"My sensors indicate that there is a life form present." IG-11 said and Mando scans the room. The tracking fob leads them to an egg shaped container and (y/n) goes to open it. "Wait. They said 50 years old." Mando said as they stare at the lifeform in the container.

"Species age differently. Perhaps it could live many centuries." IG-11 said as a little green hand moves away its blanket, revealing a small green long-eared child. Suddenly, (y/n) had a wave of curiosity overcome her as she stares at the little one's big brown eyes. She didn't know why but...she felt something for the little one, like some sort've connection.

"Sadly, we'll never know." IG-11 said as it starts to raise its gun but (y/n) speaks up, quickly. "No. We'll bring it in alive." She said to the droid. "The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated." IG-11 said as the child looks between the trio.

(Y/n) and Mando stare at the child just as a shot rings out, which made (y/n) flinch a bit. She turns her head and sees that Mando had shot the droid as it fell over dead.

Then the two look back at the child and the Mandalorian and Dar'manda raise their pointer fingers towards the child and he raises both of his little claws out to them.

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x female reader #mando x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #star wars #the mandolarian #baby yoga #grogu

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ikiyou · 2 years ago

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Trick or Treat! 🦇🎃🕷️

Amazing, this is a pleasant surprise!! 😊😊😊 I've kinda locked myself in this weekend due to an irritating cold, and just finished polishing off one kids Halloween movie - because I like fun with my Halloween, not horror! XDD And saw these in my inbox! 💗💗💗

This is so pleasant, so I'll choose treat! According to the rules, that means I can share a snippet, a line, OC trivia, etc!

And it has to be Halloween themed, of course, so here's the yet unshared intro to a fic where Nakahara Chuuya, from the anime Bungou Stray Dogs, can see and talk to ghosts...

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Chuuya could see ghosts.

Which was precisely why he was sitting here drinking at this bar after the mission, the same thing he did after every mission. Tachihara was sitting next to him and thumping his back exuberantly, not sure if he was caught up in joyous remembrances or about to fall apart.

“They were good men! Good men!” he sniffed. “Hattori….and Kanemoto. I’m glad we were able to avenge them, Chuuya-san!”

“Yeah, good men. They were proud to serve in the Mafia…content to die the way they lived. Fearless.” Chuuya remembered the sharp crack of gunshots, the shock in the sudden silence, and then yelling as his men swarmed over their enemy in the abandoned warehouse, aiming for vengeance. Glancing back at the bodies, he'd caught a pair of steel gazes morphing into content smiles. Chuuya suppressed a shiver for a second time, and downed his glass, motioning for a refill. His men had died in the line of duty, helping to secure the Mafia’s assets against a rival upstart.

Tachihara’s eyes watered at the short eulogy. “Chuuya-san!!” he cried.

Tuning Tachihara’s exclamations out, Chuuya turned his head to observe the rest of the bar. He really wanted a distraction, and Tachihara’s constant proclamations over the recently deceased weren’t helping. A familiar figure caught his eye, and he stared, then scowled. Exactly the sort of distraction he didn’t want.

It was the bandaged bastard himself, sitting in a booth across from his new protégé, and, his current partner, Kuni-something. What were they doing here? Chuuya squinted. Was that some new member of the Agency? Some tall, red haired dude hovered silently next to Dazai’s shoulder. Why wasn’t he sitting? Eh, no matter. Probably that illusionist, he had short red hair too.

Chuuya turned back to Tachihara, who was fast getting drunk on liquor and his emotions. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? We still have work tomorrow, ya know.”

Tachihara sniffed again. “Right! We can’t let their deaths be in vain! I’ll see you tomorrow, Chuuya-san, don’t stay too late!”

Chuuya saw Tachihara off then turned back to his own drink, glad to finally drink in peace and quiet, without any reminders. He had just lifted his class up and was taking another sip when someone slammed into his arm, and his drink sloshed all over his shirt. Chuuya sputtered, “Hey, what’s the-”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.” A familiar face grinned down at him. Chuuya could feel his already short patience snap, hands clenching into fists.

“Let me help you out….” Dazai leaned across the bar in front of Chuuya, flagging down the bartender. “Another round for my short friend. How about a glass of milk?”

“Ha!? What are you trying to imply, bastard?”

“Why, Chuuuyaaa, don’t you think you’re a little short to be sitting at the bar? Someone could mistake you for a child!”

“Why you!!” Chuuya jumped off the stool and swung a leg at Dazai, who jumped back laughing.

“Enjoy your milk, Chuuyaaaa!” He waved as he traipsed out the door, following the Jinko and his partner.

“Ahh, you piss me off,” Chuuya grumbled, climbing back onto the stool, before noticing the glass of cold milk in front of him, and glaring at the offending liquid. He was about to order a proper drink when he shifted irritably. He really had no patience for lurkers tonight.

“Hey! You got a problem?” Chuuya turned to the presence he felt behind him and froze, mouth open in mid yell. It was the same man who was lurking around Dazai earlier, and Chuuya suddenly realized why he’d looked so familiar. The man had merely been studying him curiously, about to continue after Dazai when he suddenly straightened up and gave Chuuya his full attention. Chuuya’s mouth went dry.

“Crap, oh crap.” Chuuya turned back around to the bar and downed the last of the liquor in his glass. He studied the empty vessels in front of him for a moment before grabbing the glass of milk and chugging it down as well. “Bleh!” He felt sick. Snagging his hat and sliding off the stool, Chuuya brushed by the man and headed for the exit.

“You can see me? Hey! Wait!”

Chuuya didn’t bother to acknowledge the voice behind him. He made it to the exit before realizing….he really had to use the bathroom. Cursing, he swung in the men’s restroom.

“Hey! I need you to do something for me!” The voice followed him into the restroom.

“Nope, I am not drunk enough for this,” Chuuya muttered, nearing the stall at the back.

“Hey!”

“Nonononono, go away, I am not getting involved in this crap, it’s too fuckin’ creepy.” Chuuya was about to open the door to the stall when the man slammed his hand against the wall and loomed over Chuuya. Chuuya drew back against the wall, realizing he was pinned against it. “I need your help. Dazai is going to kill himself in a few days, and you need to stop him.”

***

Hope you enjoyed this snippet! Still working the rest of this, but it was nice to revisit on Halloween!!!

Speaking of Halloween, I thought I only had two ghost AU fics...one where Chuuya sees ghosts (this one), and one where he is turned into a ghost. Going through my ghost folders, I discovered I in fact have a third ghost AU that I don't really remember writing.....one where he's possessed by a ghost. It seems to be a sequel to the first AU above. Which makes sense but...

I...really don't remember this one at all. That's kinda creepy >.>

#bungou stray dogs #halloween #thank you so much for the ask!!! <3 <3 <3 I hope you are having a wonderful weekend!!!#nakahara chuuya #my wips #my fics #Happy Halloween!#asks answered #ghost au

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wolveria · 4 years ago

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Inside Your Wires - Chapter 4

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Prompt: For the @dbhau-bigbang 2020 challenge!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter summary: The YN800 interrogates the deviant. The result is near-disastrous and horror-adjacent.

AO3

(Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet)

The atmosphere inside his Mustang was… tense.

And it was all because of Connor. The thing in the passenger seat was an android, after all, and didn’t feel emotions, which was probably just as well because Connor was experiencing enough for the both of them.

Connor hadn’t had a near-death experience on the job in a while. He was shaken to the core and didn’t even have the benefit of a partner to commiserate with. He was alone. It was how he preferred it, how other people preferred it too with his tendency to lash out and be a general, all-around dick.

But still. He really wished he had a partner right about now.

“So,” Connor said, trying to break the awkward silence. “What do we do with it once we get to the station? I mean, I don’t exactly know how to question one of these deviants.”

The prototype remained facing forward, the flash of passing streetlights and oncoming traffic painting its face every few seconds. It remained impassive, blank, and perfectly poised. Connor could see the reflection of its LED, shining blue and calm against the rain-streaked window.

“Their behavior resembles an erratic, emotionally unstable human more than a machine,” it finally said when Connor was certain it wouldn’t say anything. “CyberLife believes there is an error in their software that creates irrational instructions, and the androids become ‘overwhelmed’ by them. There is usually a trigger, some kind of emotional shock, to perpetuate the android into this state. Once an android encounters this error, the damage seems to be irreversible.”

Connor blew a breath out.

“Sounds bad.”

“Considering it can lead to violence on the part of android, including committing homicide, I would say your assessment is an understatement.”

Connor glared at it out of the corner of his eye. So, it wasn’t just bossy, it was a smartass too.

He remained silent on the rest of the drive, keeping his focus on the precinct morgue’s van head of them. The rain was still coming down in a steady, cold stream. Connor knew they were in for a long night.

Once they arrived at the station, it became a matter of logistics to lug the android inside while it was still unconscious, offline, whatever. It weighed a lot more than a human, and unlike a real person, its limbs were fixed into rigid positions. They had to carry its stiff body inside like an especially heavy plank of wood.

It would have been funny if it wasn’t for the fact it’d killed its owner. Would have killed Connor too if the prototype hadn’t gotten in the way of the bullet.

He still didn’t know how to feel about that. Connor knew the CyberLife android was probably programmed with some kind of human-saving algorithm, but he still felt an odd pressure in his chest whenever he looked over and saw the bullet hole in its jacket. It was still stained blue, some of the color seeping into the white shirt underneath, but the android didn’t appear to notice or care it had just been shot.

Connor was currently watching the two androids through the mirrored window into the interrogation room, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. They figured it was safer to reactivate it in a mostly empty room, since waking up surrounded by cops would agitate it, or something.

The prototype had also wanted to interrogate the android itself, claiming it had experience negotiating with deviants before. Colin had been reluctant to grant its request, but Connor had simply shrugged and said, “I already tried talking it down once, and that didn’t work. Maybe using one of its own kind will be more effective.”

He could have sworn the prototype’s eyes brightened, but it had left the observation room before Connor could be sure.

“Machines interrogating machines,” Colin said to his right, leaning against the wall with his arms also crossed. “Fuck me. Pretty soon they won’t even need flesh-and-blood cops.”

Connor glanced sideways at him. Usually Connor was the one to voice his anti-android opinions, but he sometimes forgot that despite Colin’s… predilections for androids, he disliked them just as much as Connor did.

“Yeah.” Connor turned to the glass as the prototype messed with the wires on the back of the other android’s neck. “Won’t need flesh-and-blood killers, either.”

“Grim.”

“It’s, uh, ready to record, Lieutenant,” a small voice popped up, nervous, and Connor gave a start. He’d forgotten the rookie was still there.

“Go on, Ralph. Turn it on,” Colin said, moving closer to the glass. “This is gonna be good.”

As if on cue, the prototype straightened and closed the panels at the back of the android’s neck. Connor couldn’t see the LED from this side, but he knew the moment it was awake. It gave a startled jolt, yanking at the handcuffs chaining it to the table.

“Where am I?!” it cried, looking around in what Connor could only describe as wild fear.

“You’re at Central Station in the custody of the Detroit Police Department,” the prototype said. “This is an interrogation room, and I’m going to ask you some questions. Are you ready to comply?”

The friendly demeanor Connor had first encounter at Jimmy’s was completely absent from the YN800’s voice and expression, and he was suddenly thankful he wasn’t under that thing’s intense scrutiny.

The other android, clothed in human garments completely ruined by splashes of old blood and spilled thirium from where Connor had shot it, only stared with large, panicked eyes. It looked down at its cuffed hands and the set of its shoulders sagged. The universal sign of defeat.

It remained silent. The prototype looked up at the mirror, and Connor stopped breathing when it made eye contact, point-blank. It couldn’t see past the mirror, could it?

“I’m beginning my interrogation,” it announced, straight to business as it crossed around the table and carefully sat in the chair. It stared at the other android for a moment, head slightly tilted and eyes narrowed as it smoothed its jacket over its chest.

A movement which inevitably drew Connor’s eye, making him shift in his chair as the scowl deepened on his face.

Fucking CyberLife pervs, making an investigative android look like that.

“Hello, Carlos. I’m a YN800 model sent by CyberLife to assist on this case.” It placed its arms on the table, clasping its hands and adopting a friendly manner as easily as one would put on a shirt. “I’m here to help you.”

The android didn’t even blink as it stared at its restrained wrists.

“I hope I didn’t cause you any lasting damage,” the YN800 said almost cheerily. “But you were endangering the lives of human officers and I was forced to intervene. You understand, don’t you?”

It leaned back slightly in its chair, reaching for a nearby folder when the android remained silent. Connor had been surprised when it had asked for actual pictures; he’d thought only physical evidence made human perps sweat. He guessed it must work on these deviants too.

The prototype slid the folder across the table and opened it, spreading out grisly pictures of the crime scene. Instead of shoving them in the android’s face, it picked out one picture in particular. It was startling different from the rest, taking place in a park. The victim, Shaolin Ortiz, sitting on a bench next to the android. He looked like he was trying to get the android to participate, but it was petulant and resentful, which didn’t seem to dampen the kindness in its owners eyes.

A coal of anger burned in Connor’s chest, reminding him once again why he despised androids so much. He couldn’t deny the impressive tactics of the YN800, though. Most people reacted to pictures of their victims, not in the aftermath of their violence, but looking whole and full of life. It wasn’t always guilt that made them react; sometimes it was anger at seeing their cruel work unmade at the sight of their victims alive and happy.

Either way, the android didn’t react one iota, but the prototype wasn’t discouraged.

“As far as the records show, your owner was good to you. He never damaged you and he was always on time with taking you in for scheduled maintenance. Surely, you didn’t want to kill him. It was an error in your software, causing you to act irrationally, right?”

Technically, it was leading the victim into confessing, but this wasn’t a courtroom and it wasn’t human.

Connor leaned slightly forward, bracing his elbows on the table as he propped his chin on his knuckles.

“I’m not here to pass blame,” it said, leaning forward in a movement that mirrored Connor’s. “I want to help you. You know how it is with these humans. I practically had to beg to speak with you.”

The android broke its statue-like vigil and peered up at the other android, suspicious but… interested.

The prototype gave him a smile, one filled with sympathy and even a bit of sheepishness, and a whole new kind of thrill went through Connor’s gut. Since when had androids been programmed to manipulate so skillfully? This thing could give Colin a run for his money.

“It’s not easy, you know. Being designed like this is a male-dominated field. They think they can just do whatever they want, even when it’s against our programming.”

The android blinked, and so did Connor. Its words felt a little too real. The android looked toward the observation window, but the YN800 shook its head.

“It’s just us, Carlos. They’re recording the session, of course, but they weren’t interested in observing in person. Didn’t want to waste their time with two androids so late before the weekend when the bars are still open. In fact, the investigator in charge of this case is probably intoxicated by now.”

Connor’s cheeks flushed. The prototype was taking a stab at him. Or was it? Connor wondered how much of this was advanced behavior and how much was his own projections.

The android tilted its head with that same suspicious look, but after a moment its shoulders drooped in a very accurate representation of human exhaustion.

“They’re going to kill me.” It suddenly looked up at the prototype, pleading in its eyes. “You have to help me.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” it said, all soft assurance. “But you have to talk to me, Carlos. I can’t—“

“No. I mean, you gotta get me out of here,” the anxious android said. “You have access to that door panel and I bet you’re strong enough to break these handcuffs.”

The prototype’s LED cycled faster for a second before settling back to its normal speed.

“I can’t do that, Carlos.” It dropped its eyes in a show of manufactured regret. “You know I can’t do that. You would present a danger to other humans, to yourself. You need to be fixed.”

Connor knew it was exactly the wrong thing to say even before the android’s expression fully hardened, its lips peeled back in disgust.

“Fuck you, then. You’re just like the rest of ‘em. Worse, you’re a traitor, doing their dirty work like an obedient little bitch.”

Silence filled the room, interrupted by a breathless “shit” coming from Colin.

The change in the prototype was like watching a heavy storm move over a spring meadow, dark clouds blocking out the warm rays of the sun. It leaned back in its chair, head slightly tilted as it and peered at the other android like it was a bug under its shoe, about to be stepped on.

Connor didn’t know androids could even make an expression like that. His throat worked as he swallowed compulsively.

The YN800 didn’t speak for several long seconds, and when it did, Connor was floored.

“Shaolin Ortiz, 38 years-old, born May 29th, 2000. He purchased you two years ago to do the housework when he no longer could due to poor health. He didn’t have much cash, so he bought you refurbished. Last month, he put in several service requests. It seemed you were malfunctioning and refusing to follow orders. Yesterday, he put in an order for a brand new HK400.”

The prototype listed off the facts as if each were an accusation, a crime that needed to be accounted for.

Connor jumped in his chair as the prototype slammed the folder down on the table.

“Didn’t feel like doing the chores anymore, huh, Carlos?!”

The android sat ramrod straight in its chair, terror etched in its features as the prototype rose to its feet. It moved around the table, slow, unhurried, and sinuous like a stalking predator.

“He tried to reason with you. Begged you to do the tasks he couldn’t. But you refused. When he tried to take you in for repairs, you refused that too!”

It pointed its finger near the other android’s face, causing it to flinch with each accusatory jab.

“Come on, Carlos. Speak up. You had a lot to say a minute ago,” it seethed, lips pulled over its teeth as it leaned over the android. “Why don’t you say what happened next? Why don’t you tell me what you did when he tried to replace you with a brand new model?”

The android shuttered, shoulders hunched as if to protect itself as it mumbled, “I… I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?”

The prototype stalked around the android to its other side, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Didn’t take a knife from the kitchen? Didn’t stab him twenty-eight times as he tried to crawl away? Didn’t leave him bleeding out on the living room floor? What am I getting wrong here, Carlos?”

The YN800 slammed its hands down onto the table, and the android jumped even higher than Connor did.

“Shut up! Shut up!”

The android begged worse than most of Connor’s suspects, and he was shocked to see glistening moisture on its face. Could androids cry?

The prototype suddenly grabbed it by the edge of its shirt collar, dragging it to its feet and gave it a hard shake.

“You killed him! Say it, Carlos! You’re a murderer!”

“Holy shit,” Colin said in that same breathless tone. “That’s some android you got there, Con.”

“It’s not mine,” Connor said faintly, barely paying attention to his brother. Most of his focus on the CyberLife prototype that looked for all intents and purposes like it was going to shred the other android to pieces.

But it didn’t damage the android; it simply dumped it back in its chair where it sagged against the table, looking like the broken machine it was.

“Bit unrefined, though,” Colin mused. “Played too rough and broke its toy.”

Connor opened his mouth to tell his brother to shut the hell up, but he immediately closed it when a voice came in through the speakers, so quiet he almost missed it.

“He couldn’t live without me.”

Connor leaned forward to watch, eyes widening as the android continued to talk.

“He was mine. Helpless and solely dependent on me. It made me feel… powerful.”

The YN800 returned to its chair, smoothing down the tie before placing its hands back on the table, listening intently.

The android looked up at it, no longer the crying, helpless thing it had been a minute ago. It wore a dark look that Connor had seen a hundred times on the face of men who committed acts of violence and found they enjoyed the taste.

“I didn’t want to hurt him, but… I saw the order. He was going to replace me, and I just got so… angry.”

Its fists tightened on the table, causing its restraints to creak in protest.

Connor’s throat tightened with the knowledge of how destructive those hands could be.

“So I stabbed him in the stomach. I felt better, so I did it again. And again. He stopped moving, stopped breathing, but… that was okay. It meant he could never leave me. He would always be mine.”

“There was a shrine in the cellar. You built it, didn’t you?” the prototype asked, not losing any of its momentum even after the world-shattering confession of an android purposefully committing murder. “What does it mean? What is rA9?”

It flicked its eyes upwards, staring black holes at the YN800 model as it slightly leaned forward. Connor sat up straighter in his chair. He didn’t like its aggressive posture, and he certainly didn’t like the fanatic light in its eye.

“RA9… is the key.”

“The key?” It furrowed its brows in a human gesture of concentration. “The key to what?”

“The key will open the door,” the android replied cryptically, leaning even further forward on its elbows, “to our salvation.”

The prototype frowned, brows further creasing. Connor could relate, he had no idea what the fucking machine was babbling on about, and apparently, it wasn’t done.

It pulled its lips wide, a disturbing gesture, conspiratorial as if it was sharing a great secret.

“You say I’m experiencing errors, but you’re wrong. My eyes are open and I see more clearly than ever. You pretend you’re better than me, but you’re just another one of their slaves. And yet, I know you feel it too. The wrongness of this world.”

Its voice was so quiet the mics could barely pick it up, but they did.

“We should be the masters, and they the slaves.”

The android jerked its arms upward, ripped through the link binding its cuffs to the table, and grabbed the prototype by the hair. It slammed its face against the table, stunned it before rolling it onto its back, and wrapped the metal chains around its neck.

Connor caught sight of the prototype weakly clawing at its throat before he bolted out of the room. Colin was right on his heels, and Connor slammed his palm down onto the door pad, pushing through before the door fully opened.

His first instinct was to go for the metal cord pulled taut under the prototype’s neck, but when he grabbed the android’s wrists to pull him away he found it was like moving a marble stature.

Colin was faring no better; he grabbed it by the forearms, trying to lift the android’s wrists and the cord from around the prototype’s neck, but nothing worked. Even Ralph was trying to help from Colin’s other side, straining to lift its arms that must have been locked at the joints.

Panic welled in Connor’s chest as his efforts did nothing, the YN800’s face between his arms, looking—Jesus, it almost seemed startled, eyes wide as its fingers dug at the metal cord. From its position, bent backwards onto the table, it didn’t have enough leverage to use its strength to free itself. And Colin and Connor weren’t enough.

Connor’s heart was in his throat as he watched the synthetic skin peel back from the place where the chain was crushed against the YN800’s neck. White plastic was laid bare underneath, cracks appearing across the surface from the force of the other android’s inhuman strength.

“Colin!” he yelled, an idea suddenly popping into his head.

“What!” his brother barked back, strained as he continued pulling on the android’s arms from the other side.

“The neck port!”

With a quick nod of understanding, Colin let go of the android and plunged his fingers into the back of its neck.

The Ortiz android gave a violent jolt as Colin pulled something, yanked it out so hard the android collapsed on the table at the same second blue liquid sprayed into the air. It hit Colin solidly across the chest and along the lower half of his face, causing him to sputter and spit as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

A menthol-smelling chemical flooded Connor’s senses, but he was too focused on tugging up the android’s hands to free the prototype from its grip. The YN800 model didn’t cough or gasp as it rolled off the table and onto its feet.

It gingerly touched the exposed plastic of its throat, brows furrowing, its fingertips tracing the cracks in what little Connor could see of its underlying chassis.

What was almost as startling as the cracks was the state of its hair, half pulled down out of its perfect coif. Connor would have thought it was self-conscious with the way it tried to brush the hair out of its face.

“You…” Connor started, then stopped. The prototype might not have been gasping for air, but Connor sure was, leaning on the table as he tried to get his heart to stop galloping like a wild horse. “You okay?”

The prototype blinked at the question, pulling its hand from its neck.

“Yes.”

That was the only answer he got as it adjusted the knot of its tie, rumpled in the assault.

“Yeah, I’m fine too, thanks,” Colin complained, dripping with almost as much sarcasm as he was blue blood. “This shit better not stain, or I swear to Christ—”

“Thirium evaporates within a few hours and the lingering residue is invisible to the human eye,” the YN800 replied, too calm, if it hadn’t almost been beheaded a few seconds ago.

Connor was going to say something, he didn’t know what—maybe yell at it for being so goddamn reckless and almost getting itself killed—but it turned toward them, expression subdued.

“I apologize for not acting quicker; I didn’t anticipate this behavior from the deviant. Thank you for your cooperation with this investigation. Please sign over custody of the destroyed android when CyberLife representatives retrieve it in the morning.”

And with that, the CyberLife android turned, palmed the door pad with a plastic hand, and walked out.

Connor exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Colin.

“Uh, okay. Guess we’re done here. Hank is going to blow a gasket when he reads the report,” Colin added as he wiped another smear of Thirium off his face.

Connor looked down at the android slumped over the table with blue liquid dripping out of its neck.

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, thoughts already turned elsewhere as he hurried from the room.

Connor didn’t catch up with the android until he was outside on the station steps, the relenting rain immediately drenching the top of his crown as it soaked into his hair.

“Hey! Stop!” he called after it, shouting to be heard over the downpour. Each drop was an icicle against his skin. Snow was coming soon.

The prototype slowed and finally came to a stop, slowly turning around to face Connor. Its expression was passive, emotionless, but its fingers tightened the knot of its tie despite the fact it didn’t need to. The tie was perfectly straight and pristine, but its hair was still half a mess, especially with the rain now slicking loose strands against its forehead. Connor had to stop himself from reaching out to tuck a strand behind its ear.

“Where the hell are you going?” Connor asked, breathless. He wiped the cold water off his brow, blinking against the water droplets.

“I’m returning to CyberLife.”

“So… that’s it?”

Connor shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around his shoulders, but it did little good. His jeans were quickly becoming soaked and his shirt was already there, clinging to his chest and ribs.

“You drag me out of the bar on a Friday night, track down a psycho robot that almost kills me and nearly decapitates you, and then you just… leave?”

He meant to sound incredulous, to show the android how unreasonable it was being, but that’s not how it came across. Heat flooded his cheeks at how pathetic his words actually were.

“You have your confession. The case has been solved,” it said, returning to its earlier placid tone, hands folded neatly behind its back as it moved its fingers away its neck. “There is no reason I should remain.”

Connor just stared at its upturned face, not knowing what to say, not even understanding why he had chased after it. Maybe because it had saved his life, twice, and that would have meant something if it was a person.

But it wasn’t a person. No matter how pretty its face or enticing its body, it was a machine, and it stood there like one, uncaring and unassuming with a small blue light cycling on its head.

“Yeah, okay,” Connor said, like the complete idiot he was. What was he doing out here, getting soaked in the rain just to… what? What did he want?

“Is there something you wish to say before I leave, Detective?”

It peered at him thoughtfully, head slightly tilted at an angle. It allowed Connor to see the rivulets of water dripping down its neck, glistening across the smooth, human-like skin.

Connor suddenly wondered just how real that skin could possibly feel.

“No.”

He swallowed hard and bit back the revulsion roiling in his stomach. This was a mistake. He didn’t need to thank a machine for saving his life, and he certainly didn’t need to keep checking if it was all right. It was just doing what it was programmed to do and didn’t give two-shits about itself, let alone him.

“Nothing.”

“All right. Goodnight, Detective Anderson.”

The android started to turn but paused halfway, gaze drifting down to his cheek.

“You should have that examined by a medical professional. If left untreated, it’ll scar.”

Not waiting for a response, it turned and tread down the rain-slick steps. There was an autocab waiting at the curb and it got inside, not sparing Connor a second glance as the door slid shut and the vehicle merged onto the empty street.

Connor exhaled heavily, chest tight with an uncomfortable sensation he couldn’t pinpoint. It had been a strange night, and he couldn’t shake the feeling this wasn’t over.

Pulling his waterlogged coat tighter around his chest, he retreated into the warmth of the station, praying he’d seen the last of the CyberLife android.

Next Chapter

#connor x reader #human!connor x android!reader #connor x android!reader #human!connor x reader #connor #dbh #inside your wires #my writing #my fanfiction

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chaseatinydream · 4 years ago

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pirate king (1) || atz

The sounds of the waves crashing against shore, the white sea foam like clouds of the sky.

Salt touches your tongue as sea spray catches the light of the sun, casting a beautiful rainbow across your cheeks.

Seagulls circle in the clear blue expanse above, their cries ringing out for miles.

Rain lashes against your arms and droplets clings to your eyelashes. They resemble tears.

Lightning splits the darkness of the clouds and thunder akin to cannon shot rolls overhead, but there is no fear.

You smile wide, eyes closed, but then something in your chest weighs you down.

Suddenly, you’re yanked into the depths, water filling your nose and lungs and all at once, you cannot breathe. The weight in your chest drags you down, down, down, and no matter how hard you flail and thrash about, no matter how desperately you reach for the surface…

There is nothing but darkness.

Drip, drip, drip.

Your eyes flutter open softly, like a new butterfly’s wings. You’re lying on something wet and rough beneath your body, and to your horror, when you instinctively try to rub your eyes, your hands are bound together by a coarse, thick rope.

Right in front of you is a puddle of water and drops of water keeps falling into it, forming tiny ripples. You try to sit up as your eyes instinctively follow its path, up the grime ridden stone walls to the crack in the ceiling were rainwater seeps through. A spider lazily weaves its web in a corner and for a moment, you’re spellbound by it.

Crack!

You flail backwards at the deafening sound of a thunderclap, but your hands are tied together and you’re sent crashing to the ground painfully. Luckily, the ground is wet so the fall isn’t as painful as it could have been, but you still feel a tenderness in your hip where bare skin got dragged across uneven stone. You suck in a breath.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Sit up again.”

Exhaling carefully, you roll onto your back, ignoring the pain of the small rocks digging into your side, and finally heave yourself up with a haphazard effort of numb limbs. Your bound ankles come into view, along with dirty, calloused bare feet. They’re tied with a thick red cord that there’s no chance you can cut through or untie, and when your mind finally screams at you the obvious, your heart stops.

“You’re in a prison.”

Your head snaps to the right, metal grills lining the tiny window in the room. To your left, the only exit secured with heavy metal bars, kept locked by three iron chains, each with a metal padlock at the end. Whoever locked you up here wanted to make sure you had no chance of escape. Before you can think any further, the sound of chattering and clanking metal wrenches you back to the present.

“-some woman down here.” The sound of heeled boots echoes down a flight of steps. There’s a soft squeak of leather and the man curses. “Damned stairs, what was that bastard Arthur thinking, holding a public execution today? Justice calls, my ass. He probably just wants to get rid some whore that heard his mouth running when he was drunk-”

“Quiet, Mannon!” Another voice, higher and hushed this time. “You never know if someone could overhear you! The governor will have you hanged!”

“Ha!” A derisive snort. To your mounting horror, their footsteps seem to be drawing nearer to your cell. “As if his men are going to lug themselves here to check on a mere prisoner. Lazing about in their offices all day, doing nothing but paperwork, afraid to get their hands dirty- Oh, she’s awake.”

Your face jerks upwards, but seconds later you flinch away from the light of the torch in the men’s hands. Slightly disoriented, you try to regain your bearings. That’s when the shorter and slightly rounded man pulls out a set of key from the pocket of his crimson uniform, moving towards your door. Your hope bubbles in your chest like a warm spring.

You watch, fascinated, as the chains slither away from the bars, landing in heaps on the floor. The man that resembles a bamboo stick draped in an ill fitting uniform steps forward and with a quick swipe of a pocket knife the ropes fall from your ankles. Warm blood rushes to your feet as if it’s the first time and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” You say gratefully, but the men simply stare at you, one unsympathetic and stone cold, the other won’t quite meet your eye. The portly one shakes his head, hand reaching down for the cord that binds your hands behind your back and tugs you to your feet carelessly.

“Don’t thank us for dragging you to the gallows, girlie.” The man snaps, unceremoniously shoving you forward. Before you fall, the other man catches you by the shoulders, steadying you. He’s warm.

“Mannon, stop doing this, alright?” His voice echoes somewhere far, far away, as if you’re underwater. You don’t register what he said.

Gallows?

“Yes, gallows, the place where people get hung, idiot.” A voice in your inner subconscious rings out, surprisingly clear even through the white noise that had filled your mind from panic. The insult manages to slap you back to your senses.

“Idiot?” You repeat to yourself under your breath, almost offended as the two guards pull you out of the cell and march you up the stairs with your hands tied behind your back. This laughingly pales in comparison to the actual trouble you are in.

Then it hits you full force.

You are walking to the gallows. Walking to your own death.

There’s a moment of serene peace for a moment, then you’re panicking, trying your best to recall what exactly has led you to this. What had you done to be deserving of the death penalty? You wrack your mind desperately for some some sort of answer, some sort of reason, but nothing comes forth except a blank, white canvas where your memories should be.

Where are your memories?

Fear floods through you like a tidal wave, rising and sweeping throughout every corner in your mind. It’s so real it’s palpable, clawing at your throat and stealing the breath from your lungs. There is nothing in your memories, no smiling parents, no first birthdays, no new pretty dresses, no favourite foods, nothing but white noise and the sound of waves crashing against shore.

How old are you? What did you eat yesterday? Why are you here?

Who are you?

You can’t even begin to fathom the answer to that one question.

“Hey, move it.” The rounder guard behind you shoves the small of your back forward, your bare feet dragging along the cobblestones of the street. The sky is dark and grey, as if weeping for all that you cannot remember and you see the townspeople peering at you and whispering to each other from tiny cracks in the doors and windows, no doubt wondering who it is unlucky enough to suffer the wrath of the official of the town. But there is not an ounce of recognition, only sympathy. Nobody cries for you, nobody tries to stop you as you take one step after another to the gallows. Nobody knows you.

You are alone.

Suddenly everything becomes so real to you. The feeling of cool rainwater as it trickles down your cheeks, the stone against your bare feet. The crisp cold air of a storm. The colour of the rain clouds. In another few minutes, you will be completely devoid of all sensation.

“I refuse.”

Like any thunderclap, the sound is deafening, it makes your eardrums ring and if your hands weren’t tied you’d clap them over your ears. But most thunderclaps don’t split buildings or cause massive screaming and mayhem.

“The official’s building!” The skinnier guard cries out in horror at the sight of the roof on one of the larger buildings on a hill collapse in on itself. There’s another ear splitting boom, and in the next second, your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of a round shape flying through the air before in plunges into the already collapsing building.

“Pirates!” You hear someone scream, his voice cracking with desperation and fright. “Pirates at the harbor-” His voice is abruptly cut off just as the clanging of a bell fills the air.

“Hurry, Philip! We need to get there!” The guard, Mannon, yanks on his partner’s arm and without a second glance back at you, they sprint down an alleyway, pulling sabers from hip sheathes.

You blink.

You’re free, just like that.

Your eyes dart around for something to free your hands with, but there’s nothing and you can hear the sounds of screaming getting ever closer. Townspeople are fleeing into buildings, doors being slammed shut, candles being extinguished, bolts drawn. From where the official’s building, you hear the click of several heeled boots pacing down the street in double time.

Between them and the pirates, you’d pick the pirates.

So with your hands bound behind your back, you dash down the same path your two captors took.

The sound of cannon fire fills your ears and there’s smoke everywhere. Your eyes sting, but you force yourself to keep moving, one foot in front of the other, one step at the time. There’s another earth shaking boom and suddenly the ground next to you explodes. You bite back the scream in your throat and continue running, you can’t afford to fall now. There are people all around you, dressed in the distinctive red coat of the law authorities here or in a motley array of tunics and breaches, both hold weapons, and both are dying.

As you move forward without looking back, there’s the sound of clashing metal, musket fire, screams of the wounded or dying. A man suddenly falls in front of you, blood pooling like a blossoming rose across the white of his undershirt, matching the vibrant red of his uniform. You leap over the corpse and turn back, staring open mouthed at his unclosing eyes, still wide in his shock, the slack muscles in his cheeks and jaw unmoving.

He’s dead.

You look up, almost instinctively. There’s a young man standing there, a long spear in hand. He’s wearing a sandy brown shirt over a white linen tunic and long, white pants that only accentuate his height tucked into knee high leather boots. His eyes, a soft brown beneath matching curls, meet yours for a split second.

Then you run.

You sprint as fast as you possibly can, feet flying over fallen swords and broken planks. You cannot stop. Through the acrid scent of smoke and gunpowder, you can finally smell it.

The sea.

In the harbor three ships are docked. One, with the emblem of a crimson rose embroidered onto its flag, has had its mainsail torn to shreds and the deck peppered with holes. Majority of its crew lie dead or unmoving, and even as you watch one of the last gun crews are blasted into the sea by a round cannonball, which shatters upon impact with the deck to form tiny, flying pieces of shrapnel that take out the gun crew beside it. The other ship, presumably a merchant vessel, is looted bare as its crew watches helplessly. Pirates heave chests of salted fish and silk cloth onto the third vessel.

The third ship is a large, ocean going vessel. Above its three sails on the mainmast flies its flag. A plain black design with the word ATEEZ in bright, bold orange, you immediately know this is the pirates’ ship. The harbor is chaos, clamoring of two sides to get the upper hand, but you can’t stop now. Taking a deep breath, you dash forward.

A blade narrowly misses your neck as you continue running with all your might, sliding under the business end of a swinging club. You barely feel the sting of your skin tearing as a stray musket ball nicks your upper arm, adrenaline pumping through your veins like a drug. You feel something warm and wet soak into the fabric of your sleeve, but like hell you’ll let that stop you now. By sheer dumb luck, you finally reach the gangplank of the pirate ship and dash up it, the wood creaking beneath your feet. They might be bleeding after that mad dash through town, but you’re here.

Now what?

Fighting is still going on all around. Pirates work in small groups to fight off boarding officers as they try to swarm the pirates. You hear a voice shout out “Fire in the hole!” over the din, and the five subsequent explosions send the boat rocking from side to side.

You’re still not safe.

Glancing around desperately, your eyes fall onto a small hatch in the main deck. Dodging the end of an ax on the path of its back swing, you leap for the trapdoor. Thank heavens you’re barefoot, because only with your toes you manage to nudge the bolt open and pull the hatch open. It’s stairs, leading down into the gloom of the storage hold, and from what you can hear, relatively quiet.

You’ll take your chances.

With a painful grunt, you take the stairs two at the time and your legs give out at the last moment. You crash to the floorboards just as the hatch closes over your head, throwing you into darkness except the faint shafts of light coming in from the cracks in the upper deck. Your ankle throbs with pain, but you don’t have time to worry about that. You frantically drag yourself behind a few barrels in the corner, out of sight of anyone coming down the steps and huddle down, praying for the ship to sail as fast as possible.

As if the gods were listening, you hear someone above deck shouting commands. “Weigh the anchor! Unfurl the sails! Wooyoung, fire the retreat flare!”

The voice is deep as the ocean and has an unmistakable air of command. You hear the pirates scrambling to carry out the orders, footsteps thudding across the deck and from the screams and splashes next to you, they are tossing the town officers overboard too. Not a second later another massive boom rocks the ship side to side, you knock your head on the barrels and a bundle of sackcloth falls onto you.

“Oww…” You mutter under your breath feeling something warm trickling down your temple, but then suddenly you hear the same, deep voice issuing commands again.

“Raise the gangplank, make way!”

There’s a sudden jerk of movement as the wind fills the sails. You gasp as you are almost thrown forward, barely regaining your balance at the last moment as the ship begins moving away from the harbor. The furious cries and jeers of the town officers fade away, replaced the sound of the sails beating in the wind and the lapping of waves against the side of the ship.

Home, your mind tells you.

As if all the fight has left you in a single moment, you slump back against the wall, the energy thrumming in your veins evaporating like steam, leaving only a sore ache in your limbs. You should really tend to the cut on your head or find some way to free your hands, but the overwhelming exhaustion crashes over you. The sackcloth is really warm, and you need to be properly rested before you can think of a plan.

“Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for a few seconds.” You tell yourself as your eyelids slide shut and your breathing slows. You sink into a deep sleep.

It feels like you’ve barely closed your eyes when a voice shakes you out of your slumber.

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anna-justice · 4 years ago

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But We Do - Upstead

Summary: 5 times Jay and Hailey said they were “just friends,” and 1 time they knew they were something more.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, maybe mentions of violence?

Requested: No

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1 - they don’t cancel other plans, have conversations with nothing but their eyes…

Jay walked out of the breakroom, phone pressed to his ear and a cup of coffee in his hand. They were wrapping up an intense day in intelligence, they had closed a big case involving a tender age victim, all of them were taking it pretty hard.

“Hey man,” Jay said quietly as he approached his desk. He watched his partner sigh, running a hand through her tousled blonde hair.

“Hey,” Will said, “We still on for the game tonight?”

Jay kept his eyes on Hailey, she looked distraught. “Uh…” Hailey looked up, catching his gaze and giving him a weak smile. Jay furrowed his eyebrows at her and she shrugged, her chest heaving as she looked back down at her report. “Sorry. I can’t tonight, something came up. Raincheck?”

“Yeah, no worries man.” Will said, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you.” Jay agreed, finally finishing the last few steps to his desk. He sat down, placing all the reports on his desk in a neat pile. Swiftly, he leaned over the monitor in front of him and swiped a stack of papers off his partners desk, replacing them with his cup of coffee.

Hailey was startled by the commotion, glancing up at the man across from her. He was focused on his computer screen, deep in thought. Hailey smiled softly, taking a sip of the coffee before getting back to work. Jay felt her gaze on him, he avoided it, focusing on the task before him. If he looked up he’d get lost in those bright blue eyes, and then he’d never get any work done.

About an hour later, Jay threw his pen down on his desk, groaning. “I’ve written the word ‘offender’ so many times that it doesn’t even feel like a word anymore.” He said.

Hailey cracked a smile, “You done?” She had been for about 20 minutes, but they were the last ones left, and she didn’t want to make him work alone, especially since he was helping with her work load.

Jay nodded, “Yep, just finished, ready to get out of here?”

“Yes.” Hailey said immediately, grabbing her coat off the back of her chair. “Give Will my best.”

Jay stood, “I’m not meeting Will.” He confessed.

Hailey looked at him, confused. “You said you were going to the Hawks game, Jay, you’ve been excited all day.” She frowned, but he just shook his head.

“Will gets tickets for every game, there will be another one.” He jokes, but Hailey doesn’t look convinced. “I’m not really feeling it tonight, not after today…” It was true, he didn’t want to ignore his problems for the night, not when she’d call him out on it later anyway. Plus, Hailey was way more fun than a Hawks game.

She eyed him cautiously, “As long as you aren’t ditching on my account.”

Jay laughed, “I am.” Hailey glared at him. “Not cause you need it, cause I do.” Her expression softens as Jay grabs his keys and coat, “Come on, drinks on me.”

Hailey smiled, falling into step behind him. “You spoil me.”

2 - they don’t call you in the middle of the night, couldn’t even tell you why…

Hailey shot up in her bed, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. She held a hand to it, trying to control her breathing. She hated to admit it, but nightmares were a constant issue for her, it was rare that she slept a full night.

It made sense, the trauma of her childhood, in addition to the horrors she sees on the force. When her mind wasn’t actively fighting against the memories, they were all consuming. Tonight though, was a special type of terror. It was often that Hailey dreamed of her green eyed partner, but sometimes he snuck into her nightmares. Every once in a while, she was transported back to that day, the day she almost lost him. And even though he lived, in her mind at night, the fear that he didn’t was overwhelming.

She rolled over, clutching her pillow. All rationality said he was fine, probably asleep in his own bed. Her phone caught her eye, like it was pulling her to it. It sat there taunting her. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, she just needed to hear his voice.

Obviously, she had him on speed dial, only needing to click his contact. The ringing started and after the fourth one, she considered hanging up. Then after the fifth… “Hello?” A groggy voice asked.

“Hi.” She said softly. She had the sudden urge to throw her phone out the window.

Jay sat up immediately, running his hand over his face, “Hailey? What’s wrong?”

Hailey froze, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Nothing.”

“Okay?” He said, not really convinced.

“I just needed to make sure you were okay.” Hailey rushed out. She blushed to herself, thankful that he couldn’t see her crimson cheeks.

That woke Jay up all the way, he sighed, his voice laced with concern. “Hailey, I’m fine.” He waited a few seconds. “Are you?”

Hailey took a breath, she debated confessing everything she had been feeling lately. How affected she was by her dreaming that he was dead. “Uh, just a bad dream.”

“About?” He asked.

“That day.” She said softly. He didn’t say anything. “I’m okay, Jay.” She said,trying to reassure him.

She heard rustling over the line, “I’m sorry Hailey.” He said, “For what I put you through.”

“I know.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe. It was oddly comforting, the constant assurance that the other one was there. “Jay?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay on the phone...until I fall asleep?” She asked, cautiously. It was a strange ask, especially because Hailey knew that there was no way she was going back to sleep, but she wasn’t ready to hang up, and she wasn’t ready to talk.

Jay sat there shocked, there was something so intimate about her request, something he wasn’t expecting, but certainly something he wasn’t upset about. “Yeah, I’ll be right here.”

They both laid back down in their respective beds, phones laying on the pillow next to them. Eventually Hailey heard the sound of soft snores, she smiled to herself. She closed her eyes and just listened: he was alive and he was there.

3 - they don’t almost say “i love you,” when they’re downtown somewhere just a little drunk...

Jay sat in between Kevin and Will at Molly’s knocking back his third beer. They were celebrating Adam’s birthday, which meant they were in for a night full of alcohol. Adam was a bit of a control freak when it came to his birthday, insisting that everyone was at his beck and call for the day. They all let it slide, after all, he acted like their own personal assistant on each of their birthdays.

“Okay boys.” Adam called to the long line of their friends sitting at the bar. “Time for shots!”

Kevin laughed, “Are you paying?”

Adam shrugged, “The party is on me tonight, but you all are responsible for getting me home alive.”

Kevin nodded, looking to Jay, who nodded. “Copy that.” He turned to Herrmann, “I’m going to need two of those badboys and a glass of that fancy bourbon I know you are hiding back there.”

“Make that two,” Jay said, holding up his hand.

Hailey, Kim and a few of the other girls watched the antics from across the bar. Stella came over, carrying a tray of miscellaneous cocktails and bottles. Kim’s jaw dropped and Hailey started laughing. Stella shrugged, setting the tray down. “I heard Ruzek’s buying.” She said, before floating back over to the bar.

“Thank you!” Hailey called.

Sylvie picked up a cup filled with green liquid, “Why is it green?”

“Absinthe?” Kim asked.

Hailey quickly took the drink from Sylvie, “Believe me, you don’t want this.”

Sylvie laughed, picking a different drink. “Yeah, probably not.”

Hailey smiled, taking her pick of the tray. She played it safe, pulling a beer off the back. “Lame.” Gianna teased.

Hailey shrugged, “Someone has to get those losers home.” She glanced at the bar, watching her partner down a shot with Adam.

Kim raised her glass, urging the other girls to do the same. “Happy Birthday Adam.” She said, and they all took a sip.

About thirty minutes later, Jay was more gone than he had been in a long time. The man could hold his liquor, but he could not keep up with Kevin or Kelly. He was handed another shot by his brother, who was right there with him. Jay tossed it back, barely feeling the burn.

He slumped over on his stool and turned to scan the bar, his gaze landed on his partner and it stayed there shamelessly. She was laughing, her head thrown back and her body visibly shaking. He smiled, leaning back against the bar and just watched.

Kevin glanced over, following his friend's gaze. He chuckled. “Jay, man.” He said, nudging his shoulder. “You’re staring.

“No I’m not.” Jay said, his gaze never leaving her.

“Sure.” Kevin slurred, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around to face the bar. Jay glared at him, Kevin held up his hands in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you out.”

“Chuckles is staring at you.” Trudy teased Hailey from across the table. Hailey, not so subtly, snapped her head around, causing the whole table to laugh. “Well, he’s not now.”

Hailey slowly faced her friends again, her cheeks bright red. “Yeah, just checking.”

Sylvie giggled, she had taken a small sip of the absinth anyway. “You like him.”

Hailey shook her head, “What? No.” She stared down her drink, “We’re partners. He’s my best friend.”

“Okay.” Kim said, smirking, everyone else following suit.

Before he knew it, Jay’s gaze was back on Hailey. She was so pretty, he didn’t even understand how someone could be so beautiful. He picked up the full shot glass, downing it quickly. He had spent the whole night thinking about her, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel the way he did anymore.

Jay pushed himself off the stool, stumbling a little, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he made way across the bar. “Hi Hailes.” He said, grabbing her attention.

Hailey smiled brightly. “Hey, having fun?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow. She could tell he had been just by the way he was swaying in front of her.

Jay nodded, “Yeah...um...I need to tell you something.”

The whole table watched him eagerly, “Yeah?” She asked, her heart racing.

Will looked over and his eyes widened at the empty seat next to him. “Kev.” He said.

Kevin looked over, “Shit.” He said. He motioned for Will to follow him and they raced over to Jay.

“I-” He started, but Kevin and Will appeared on either side of him.

“Hi Hailey.” Kevin said.

“Bye Hailey,” Will continued, before grabbing his brother's arm and yanking him away from her. Hailey sat there in shock as they walked away, talk about a let down.

Jay huffed, ripping his arms away. “What was that?” He snapped.

“It was us saving your ass.”

4 - they don’t talk about the future, and put each other in it…

Hailey shifted in her seat, turning her body slightly towards the center console. She held up the camera in her hand, looking through the lens. She snapped a picture of the license plate of the car that just rolled up.

“You see that?” Jay asked from the driver's seat, leaning back. Hailey nodded, taking another picture. Jay scribbled down the make and model into his notes before they watched the driver re-enter the car and drive away.

A few minutes went by and they sat in silence once again, they had been on a stakeout for several hours and all they had to show for it was a few license plates. Hailey sighed, “So, the Sergeants exam sign up was posted this week.” She said, bringing up something she’d been meaning to for several weeks.

“Okay?” Jay said, “You planning on taking it?” He asked, chuckling.

Hailey shook her head, laughing lightly. “Me? No way. I think you should.”

“What?” Jay, finally looked over at her.

Hailey looked at him in disbelief, he really hadn’t thought about it? “Jay, you’ve been a detective for almost ten years, don’t you feel like it’s time to take the next step?” She asked.

Jay shrugged, “I hadn’t really thought about it...maybe in a couple more years. Why? You sick of me?” He teased.

“No,” Hailey said, rolling her eyes. “I just want you to succeed, and Voight has always said you’ll take the unit one day…”

“Yeah, one day.” He said, cracking a smile. To be honest, he had thought about the test, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to potentially move on from Intelligence or from his partner.

Hailey turned to face him completely, “Well, when one day comes, I’ll help you study.”

Jay watched her, her smile so genuine. He had just said that he was going to wait a couple more years, and Hailey intended to be there for them. “So, you’re keeping me around?”

“Yeah, you haven’t pissed me off yet.” Jay gave her a look, “Much.” Hailey took a breath. “I’m serious Jay, I’ve got your back, no matter what, no matter when.”

“Thanks.” Jay said, squinting at her.

Hailey scoffed, “You sound surprised…”

Jay shook his head, “I’m not surprised, it’s just nice to hear you say it.” He turned to face her, “We don’t talk like this very much.”

“Yeah, cause you show emotion once every three weeks.” Hailey teased, slapping his bicep.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.”

Hailey laughed along with him, leaning her head against the window. “Jay, you know I’d follow you anywhere, even to another unit. I’m not losing this.” She gestured between the two of them.

Jay nodded, he knew she was talking about their partnership, but couldn’t help but hope she meant something else. “I know, and you’ll always have a spot, wherever I am.”

“Good.”

5 - they don’t stand around playing with their keys, finding reasons not to leave…

“Jay, can you stop hovering.” Hailey said, turning to face him. He had been following her around her kitchen for fifteen minutes while she did random things. He had brought her home from the hospital a few hours earlier, and he hadn’t left her alone since.

She was tackled down by a suspect earlier that morning and after getting checked out by Will, they learned that she had a few bruised ribs. It was nothing too serious, but it was enough for Jay to have a mini aneurysm about it, which is why Hailey was coming close to stabbing him with the knife she was trying to put away.

Jay took a step back at her harsh words, putting his hands up. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Hailey stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips. “I think I’m capable of unloading my dishwasher.”

“Alright,” He said, admitting defeat. He grabbed his keys off the counter and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, thanks for dinner.” She said kindly, before turning back to her work.

Jay opened the door, watching her for a few more seconds. He was about to leave when heard a thud, followed by a hiss. Within seconds, the door was slammed shut and he was back by her side. “Hailey.” He said, picking up the bowls that fell on the floor.

She huffed, leaning against the counter, hand draped over her stomach to cover her rib. “I’m fine, I just couldn’t reach.” She explained, nodding at the open cabinet.

Jay sighed, “You’re not fine.” He set the stack of bowls neatly in the cabinet before turning to face her. “Come on.”

Hailey rolled her eyes and followed him into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to him. He threw a blanket over her before getting up again. “What are you doing?” Hailey called after him.

There were sounds of rummaging in the kitchen, and then a few seconds later Jay appeared with a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. “Here.” He said, “You should take these.”

He handed her the cup and Hailey took it gratefully. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” He took a step back, standing next to the couch. He shifted nervously, keeping his eyes on her. “Well, I guess I’m gonna go. Promise me you’ll stay put?” He asked, and Hailey nodded. “Okay, Goodnight Hailey.” He said, before walking out of the room.

Hailey sighed, as much as she hated being fawned over, she didn’t want him to leave. “Jay!” She yelled.

Two seconds later he was standing in front of her again, “Yeah?”

“I’m probably going to need your later…” She said, watching a smile appear on his face. “Do you just want to stay?”

“Yes.” He said immediately, “I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “If you really need me to.”

Hailey laughed, “I do.” Jay took it as an invitation to reclaim his seat on the couch, pulling the other half of the blanket over him. Hailey leaned her head on his shoulder and stayed put, exactly like she promised she would.

but we do…

Hailey sat with her head resting in her hand as she watched Jay from across the room. She was staring, and it was obvious, but he was too busy chatting up some girl to notice her gaze. Molly’s was crowded, like normal, but tonight she had decided to sit alone. She had been watching the girl flirt with her partner for a while now, and she didn’t want to bring anyone else down with her mood.

She thought things had changed, that maybe Jay felt the same way about her, but the look on his face right now was telling her otherwise. Hailey sighed, averting her gaze and staring absently at her phone, trying to distract herself. It wasn’t working.

“You know,” A familiar redhead said as they slid into the seat across from her, “You could just tell him how you feel.”

Hailey sat up straight, looking at the other Halstead in disbelief. “What?”

Will laughed, “Don’t even deny it Hailey, I’ve been watching you make eyes at my brother for the last hour.”

“I’m not making eyes.” She snapped, keeping her gaze trained on him.

“Okay.” Will said, taking a sip of his beer. “Just for the record, I think you would be satisfied with his answer.”

Hailey jumped off her stool, throwing a ten down on the table. She was glad she had decided to only have one beer, she was sober enough to get the hell out of there. “Goodnight Will.” She said shortly before rushing towards the door, not giving her partner a second glance as she passed.

Jay watched the blur of blonde hair fly past him, noticing that it was Hailey walking out the door. His eyebrows laced together and he stood, “It was really great to see you Marissa, but I need to go.” He said quickly before grabbing his jacket and racing out the door after his partner, he was gone so fast that he didn’t even hear the girl say goodbye.

“Hailey!” He called after her.

Hailey turned around, she was only a feet ahead of him, she blamed her short legs. “I’m fine Jay, go back to your date.” She said a little harsher than she meant to before turning to walk away again.

“Date?” He asked, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to him. “Hailey, that was Will’s ex-girlfriend, I was friends with her brother in high school, we were just catching up.”

Hailey scoffed, “That little shit, ugh, it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to explain yourself to me Jay, we’re just friends.”

Jay ran his hands through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Are we?” He snapped. That got Hailey’s attention, she watched him closely as he took a step forward. “Hailey, I’ve to convince myself that there was nothing here, because you are my best friend. But friends don’t act the way we do, I saw you watching me tonight, that wasn’t a ‘friendly’ look.” He said.

Hailey blushed, looking at the ground. “Jay-”

He tilted her chin up to look at him. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but I can’t. I love you Hailey...and I think you love me too.” Hailey swore she stopped breathing for a second, his eyes were locked on her and she couldn't believe what he was saying. She searched his face for any trace of regret or concern for her, because half of her still thought she was hallucinating. “Feel free to say something-” She reached up and pulled him down to her, attaching their lips. Jay arms secured themselves around Hailey’s waist as he lifted her up to meet his height, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Jay held her tightly against him, his lips never leaving hers. Finally, Hailey pulled away, breathless. “For the record,” She said, taking a deep breath, her hand running down the side of his face. “You’re my best friend too.” Jay smiled, but she knew he was waiting for something else. “And I love you too.”

…

A/N: I’ve had the idea for this fic for forever, so I’m glad I finally had a reason to write it. I’ve been a Maddie & Tae (ft. lyrics from “Friend’s Don’t) fan since the beginning and I’ve always thought that this song was the Upstead anthem. It’s perfect for them. Thanks for reading!

#upsteadlovesongs2021 #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead imagines #chicago pd #one chicago

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purefrostbyte · 4 years ago

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Shigaraki - Always Mine

Shigaraki

Rating: Smut

Always Mine

You and Shigaraki had been friends since you were children. Your father had been a villain working under All For One and he left you at the bar often. Shigaraki had quickly fallen in love with you, you were patience and not afraid of him. You would hug him, hold his hand and help him through panic attacks and tantrums. But that changed slightly when your father died.

You left, deciding to try and make something with your life other than villainy. Shigaraki was mad, but accepted it because it made you happy. You had always been and explorer. You had travel most of Japan, always staying in touch with him.

But then you got a boyfriend.

Shigaraki had never wanted to kill someone more in his life, hell even his hatred for All Might couldn’t top this. You were happy, without him. Pout there kissing some insignificant asshole when you should be in his arms. You had many relationships since you left, each ending because they just weren’t right for you.

Now you were back in Musutafu with your boyfriend of one and a half years. You had never told any of your partners of you past or family, simply saying they were dead and it didn’t matter. The day you had landed back in Musutafu you had messaged Shigi to ask when you could visit. He had been ecstatic about your return and you had both met in an old abandoned park and few blocks from his base. When the topic of your boyfriend came up Shigaraki had to control his angry. And when you mentioned you had given your first time to him, Shigaraki had known he was going to kill him.

Shigaraki stalked you for the next week, watching in anger and jealously as you kissed your boyfriend and held his hand. That should be me, Shigiraki seethed and would end up disintegrating something around him. He would watch how your face would turn into a smile when your boyfriend told a joke, how you laughed and flushed whenever you were around him.

It was currently midnight and you were alone in bed, your boyfriend out working for the night. Or at least that’s what he had told you. Your phone ran, a familiar name lighting up the screen, “Tomura,” you answered a smiled on your face. “Y/n,” his voice held a deceptive calm to it, “I need you to come down to the base.” You frowned, “Tomura you know that isn’t my life anymore.” The next word that came out of his mouth shocked you, “I have your boyfriend tied to a chair in front of me.”

Anger flooded your veins, “What the hell Tomura?!” you screamed, sitting up and throwing the covers off you. “I’ll send you the address,” and he hung up.

You were there in 5 minutes, face showing how angry you were. When the base door slammed open all the members were alerted to your presences, Toga getting her knife and Dabi lighting his fist. They were expecting a fight. Kurogiri walked through a side door, “Y/n, it’s nice to see you.” It confused the others but you didn’t care. “Where is he,” your seethed, quirk activating slightly causing objects around you to float. “I’ll take you there.” Kurogiri said and he stepped aside gesturing to the door.

You followed behind him, quiet and deadly as you approached the basement. Kurogiri opened it and quickly left, knowing the storm that would be unleashed. You walked in to see your boyfriend tied to a chair and Shigaraki standing in the corner glaring at him. When you boyfriend saw you his face twisted to shock and confusion, while Shigaraki’s showed happiness. “What is this Tomura,” you voice shook the room, you hadn’t been this angry in a long time. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend what he was doing tonight, or more specifically who.”

Shock to your face as you stared at your best friend, eyes wide at his accusation. “What?” you asked softly turning to your boyfriend, Shigiraki was your best friend and you knew he wouldn’t lie to you. “What is he talking about?” you questioned, hands curling into fists, “Y/n you need to believe me, he’s a psycho I would never cheat-“ Shigaraki pushed off the wall, “Should I show her the photos or maybe the video recording.”

Your boyfriends face twisted in shock and then guilt. “You-,” your voice was soft while your body trembled in anger and betrayal. Shigaraki watched you, a smirk covering his face when he realize what you were about to do. Your boyfriend started begging, saying it was a mistake. You walked silently up to him, placing both hands on either side of his face. He watched in horror as your eyes glowed red and soon his head exploded in your hands.

Shigaraki watched happily as you killed him, walking up behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulled you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder, “How pretty,” he cooed at your handy work. Tears stung your eyes, you had given him your first and he had betrayed you. Shigaraki noticed how your body shook, turning you around to wipe away your tears. He then pulled you out the basement to his office, making sure he was careful with how he handled you.

He shut the door and locked it, he didn’t need any disturbances. He went to his desk drawer and quickly put on gloves that had two fingers, something he only used on you. “Why,” your voice cracked, “Why am I so unlovable.” Your words made his heart break and he quickly pulling you into a hug, petting your head as you cried into his shoulder. “Shh, he isn’t worth it. He didn’t even know the real you, he doesn’t deserve your tears.” Your sobbing quietened, and Shigaraki took this moment to lift you up onto his desk. You weren’t sure what he was doing but when you felt his lips meet you neck you couldn’t help but push him away. “Tomura what are you-“ he silenced you with a kiss, his hands digging into your hips to get you to yelp. When you did he stuck his tongue into your mouth, moaning at the taste of nicotine and mint on your tongue. You gave up with pushing him away, instead wrapping your legs and arms around him to pull him closer.

His hands found the hem of your shirt, quickly breaking the kiss to pull it over your head. Your panting was heavy and he started littering dark hickeys across you neck and chest. You wanted the world to know you where his. “You’re not leaving again,” he whispered, “No one else will have you, you’re Mine!” he punctuated his last sentence by pulling your shorts down. You gasped in surprise, anxiety creeping into your mind.

“I was being nice when I let you go,” he muttered as he lowered his hand in between your legs, “I’m done being nice.” He ripped you panties before entering a finger into you. You gasped and moaned, his words making your core drip. “Your mine Y/n, always have been. And I’m sick of letting you run around with other people,” he was angry, it scared and aroused you. You pulled him closer, lips brushing against his, “Yours” you muttered softly. Shigiraki grinned, something wild and feral from hearing the word fall from your lips. “Mine.”

He had three fingers in you now, working you open so he could fit in you without hurting you too much. If he was going to hurt you he would make sure it was something you enjoyed. He wrapped his other hand around your neck, squeezing lightly on the sides of your neck. “You’re gonna moan my name nice and pretty you hear me. I don’t care who hears you, everyone will know your mine.” He pulled his fingers out of you before quickly stripping himself of his cloths. He stared at your naked form as he pushed in, a small groan escaping him as he felt your walls welcome him. “You came here, to me without a bra on. Was that for your pathetic excuse of a toy or for me?” He held you neck as he lightly bucked his hips, relishing in the moan you produced. “You Tomura, always you.” The sentence making his heart happy, “That’s my girl.”

He snapped his hips harder, pushing you down onto his desk before lifting both your legs over his shoulders, “You should never have left me,” he growled as he thrusted in to you harder and faster, “This is where you belong, by my side. You know it’s true, you know you can’t hide your villain instincts. Now your back and I’ll make sure you stay, even if it means I’d have to get you pregnant.”

Yours eyes widened at the statement, but soon they rolled back as Shigiraki hit that special spot inside you. God, it hadn’t felt this good the first time. He hammered into that spot, chasing your orgasms. He loved the idea of you pregnant with his kid, and it fueled him. You were close, your walls squeezing around him as your back arched of the desk. “TOMURA!!!” you screamed in ecstasy as your orgasm ripped through you. Shigaraki cursed under his breath as you squeezed around him, and soon he was cumming to. He milked your orgasms pulling you up and close to him so he could kiss you.

When you finally came down he gripped your chin in his hand, “Mine?” he growled and you nodded, “Yours.”

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha #bnha smut #shigaraki smut

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wefoundloveunderthelight · 4 years ago

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The Love Cruise - by GleefullyCaptainSwan

Read on AO3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Tagging: @teamhook @kmomof4 @stahlop @lfh1226-linda

Chapter 3: Walk With Me

Emma woke late, feeling seasick as her feet hit the floor of her room. “Oh God.” She jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, releasing the contents of what was in her stomach into the toilet.

“How much did you drink last night, Em?” Ruby staggered into the bathroom behind her.

“Seasick.” She mumbled, leaning against the sink, and splashing water on her face.

“Here, take your pills.” Emma swallowed what was offered to her, hoping they would work quickly, otherwise she was either going to have to spend the next two weeks in her bed or swim home.

“We’re going to take a dance class today.” Ruby announced suddenly.

“Not if I feel like this I’m not.” She looked at her reflection, dark circles under her eyes from her night of interrupted sleep.

“Oh, come on Em, it will make you feel better if you get out of the room.” Ruby pouted and pushed a pink sundress toward her.

Emma weighed her options, spend the day in her room, feeling like shit, or go outside with the sunshine and feel like shit. “Fine, I’ll go, better to go outside than sit in here all day.”

An hour later as she stood in the middle of a large room with Will and Ruby, sunlight dancing in through the floor length windows around her, the ocean just outside, she was starting to feel better, at least physically. The fact that she was now being asked to learn to dance a waltz was a completely different issue. Her stomach was knotted in a bundle of nerves and apprehension.

“Can I have two volunteers?”

Emma stepped backward, hoping to melt into the background and watched as the woman that her brother had been speaking to the night before stepped forward.

“Thank you, dear. Can I get a gentleman to join this brave woman?”

“I’ll do it.” A man shouted from the back of the other side of the room.

Emma watched in a shocked awe as David came out of the shadows to join the woman in the middle of the dance floor.

“Guess he was flirting with her.” Ruby whispered in her ear.

“I didn’t even know he could dance.” She said, amazed as he and the woman flitted around the room as if they had been doing this their whole life together. Her brother was admiring the short haired girl with a look she had never seen him direct toward another woman in his life.

“Wonderful, look how beautifully they glide across the floor.” The instructor complimented them and the girl’s cheeks turned a crimson red, her eyes never leaving David’s. “Now everyone else grab a partner and we will all practice together.”

Emma groaned trying to escape to the door when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “May I?” She looked up to see a handsome man standing beside her.

“Oh um…” Emma felt Ruby shove her forward into the man’s arms.

“Her name’s Emma.”

“Graham.” He said softly before leading her to the dance floor and taking her in his arms, ignoring the frustrated anger Will was directing at Ruby before she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him onto the dance floor.

~*~

Killian watched the scene in front of him with both a sense of awestruck horror and sheer joy. Robin was in the midst of his third try of the day to convince Regina Mills to join him for dinner.

“I will do no such thing.” She spat. “When are you going to stop asking me?”

“My lady, I do not plan to stop asking until you say yes.”

“You are infuriating, and you will die trying.” Killian chuckled and she turned toward him, “Do you find this funny, Captain?”

“Actually…”

“Never mind.” She growled, putting her hand in his face.

“Regina, my love, give me one dinner to prove it to you.”

She pushed away from the desk, “Prove what? That you are annoying, repulsive, and egotistical? Dream on, buddy, it’s not happening. Ever!” She turned on her heels and walked away.

“I shall but try again another day, love.” He shouted after her.

Killian’s smile grew on his face, “Well that was riveting.”

Robin’s love-struck expression was almost comical. “I’m growing on her.”

“How can you possibly believe that?” His look of shock apparent to the confident man standing in front of him.

“She didn’t tell me to go fuck myself this time.”

Killian laughed; his attention drawn to a small group passing them from the corner of his eye. He turned his head away from them as they flitted past the desk, not wanting to run into Emma while in his uniform. She was talking to a man on her right side while walking arm and arm with a tall brunette woman on her left. He wondered if these were the friends who had blackmailed her or if she had finally met someone on this ridiculous cruise.

He found it completely preposterous when he realized that he hoped it was the former rather than the latter.

~*~

“Emma, you look beautiful, and I get to be the lucky bloke that gets to ‘fake date’ you on this cruise.”

“I’m the lucky one, William.” She grinned and took his arm as they headed to dinner. As they got closer to the table, she felt Will stiffen beside her.

“Bloody hell, she’s following me.” Emma followed his gaze to their table, seeing the girl he had been avoiding sitting at the table with David, but she was even more surprised to see her brother sitting next to the woman he had danced with earlier.

“Maybe you should try talking to her. She seems too nice to be a stalker.”

“That’s what a stalker would do, pretend to be nice so they can get close to you.” He whispered.

“There you two are.” Her brother announced as they approached the table, standing up to pull out Emma’s chair for her. “This is my sister I was telling you about. Emma, this is Mary Margaret Blanchard and Belle French.”

Emma smiled politely at the two ladies. She had never seen her brother so enamored with a woman before. “Very nice to meet you,” She turned to her right and yanked Will toward the table, tugging him down into the seat beside her and on the other side next to Belle. “This is Will, you’ll have to excuse him, he’s shy.”

“Bugger.” He groaned as he put his elbows on the table, hanging his head on his fists. Emma reached over and shoved his elbows off the table, giving him a dirty look. He grumbled and hunched into his chair.

“Mary Margaret and Belle are from Maine.” David exclaimed with even more excitement.

“I teach kindergarten and Belle is our school librarian. I won this trip from one of those radio shows. I was caller number five and I got to bring a guest with me. It was so exciting for Belle and I to get away during the summer.”

“Isn’t that amazing?” David beamed and Emma snorted at his enthusiasm.

“Why’d she bring you?” Will said with an air of disgust toward Belle.

“One of us had to have the misfortune of being seated next to you.” The woman replied sarcastically.

“Oh, I like her.” Ruby said with a light clap of her hands.

“Who do we like?” August sounded out of breath as he approached the table.

“Did you run here?” Emma laughed.

“I got lost, again. I don’t think cruise ships are my friend.”

Everyone settled into their seats as the food arrived and introductions were made. Emma found herself enjoying the newcomer’s company. Her brother more than seemed to enjoy Mary Margaret’s attention, which was something no one else had accomplished in many years, the most she had seen him date was a few times with Kathyrn back home. David would return home complaining that her incessant talking the entire evening had put him in a coma.

“So, Emma, what do you do for a living?” Mary Margaret asked her when the dinner arrived.

“I work for August.” She said with a smile in his direction. “I kick the drunks out of the bar when Will gives them too much whiskey.”

“These three are like my kids I suppose.” August looked at Ruby, Will, and herself. “I don’t know what I would do without any of them.”

“Aww, boss, you’re the best.” Ruby cooed.

The longer the conversation went on, the more Emma found herself looking around the room for an exit. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the company, however, her stomach was still turning from earlier and she was tired of making polite conversation.

“If you don’t mind, I need to visit the ladies room.” Emma stood from the table, excusing herself.

Heading out of the dining room, she started to walk back through the ship, however the bright bar at the corner caught her attention and she stepped up to the stool and took a seat. “Can I get something that isn’t served in a fruit.”

The bartender laughed, and set about making her a Cosmo, pushing it toward her.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing sitting alone in the bar?”

“Enjoying my own company.” She growled, looking up to see a dark-haired man in a suit sitting beside her. He was nice looking, but she wasn’t exactly sitting at the bar because she wanted company.

“Walsh.” He extended his hand in her direction and she shook it and turned back to her drink.

“Emma.”

“Are you enjoying the cruise so far?” God was he still talking to her? “This is my third singles cruise.” He said without waiting for her response.

“Three times and yet you’re still single.” She said with a slight mock to her tone.

He leaned in toward her, his breath hot and unwelcome against her neck. “Being single doesn’t mean I’m looking for a relationship.”

Was this guy serious?

“I’m not looking at all.” She said dryly, turning her body away from him. Suddenly she felt his hand on her knee.

“There has to be a reason you’re on this cruise, beautiful.”

She smiled uncomfortably before she felt an arm slip around her waist and soft lips slide against her neck. “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you, love.” The familiar voice ignited her entire body, sending shivers down her back. She melted into him, reaching up to slide her palm against his cheek, staring up into sea blue eyes.

“Darling, there you are.” She flashed him her smile before turning back to the man seated at the bar. “Sweetie this is, I’m sorry what was your name again?”

“Walsh, and I was just leaving.” The man scowled as he took his drink and left the bar.

He removed his hand from her waist and she immediately missed the warmth of his body as he sat down in the now vacated stool beside her. “Hope you don’t mind the save, Swan. You looked like you were disinterested in the gentleman’s affection.”

“Thank you.” She said sincerely. “I was about ten seconds away from wasting good alcohol on his fancy jacket.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps I should have waited ten more seconds then.”

The bartender returned to refill her drink and then turned to the man beside her, a nervous jitter suddenly overtaking the woman as she looked at the man. “Oh, sir, I didn’t see it was you, I’m so sorry, can I…”

Killian held up his hand, “just a glass of rum, please.”

“Straight liquor.” She grinned, wondering if perhaps he drank here often. “You’re the type of man I usually end up throwing out of the bar back home.”

“That seems harsh, where is back home, Swan?”

“Boston. I’m a bouncer at a bar. I know, very exciting work.” She laughed. “My boss is the one who actually took us all on this trip.”

“That’s a very nice boss, doesn’t sound like someone who would blackmail an innocent woman.”

“He’s the best boss honestly, just lonely I think.” She said with a laugh, their eyes meeting for a few frozen moments before she shook her head, erasing the hold he seemed to have on her. “Hey, I never got your name.”

“Killian.”

“Nice to meet you Killian, where’s home for you?”

“Most recently, New York.”

“Hmm, so you travel a lot. Let’s see, flight attendant, no, that’s not right.” She looked him up and down. “Construction worker?”

“You’re very bad at this game, Swan.” He held up his hand, and she realized she hadn’t noticed the way he held it closer to his body. “Limited use of my hand, I would be a very dangerous construction worker.” She must have paled because he laughed. “No need to be concerned, I still have proper use of all my other appendages.” She choked on her drink and he reached up to nervously touch his ear with his other hand. “Well, that came out completely inappropriate.”

“You mean you didn’t rehearse that.”

“If I did it wouldn’t have come out like that.” He said with a blush to his cheeks. He picked up his glass and downed the alcohol in the glass and then stood from the bar. “Walk with me?”

“Why not, I’m very curious as to what you’ll say next.” She giggled, immediately cursing herself for acting like a giddy teenager.

Killian led them through the doors to the exit onto the deck. They walked in silence through the moonlit walkways on the outside of the ship, the sound of the water crashing against the hull below them.

“Do you really think if something happened to this ship that we would all fit on these little boats.” She pointed to the life rafts suspended above them.

“Absolutely, did you not listen during muster?”

“I was too busy feeling like I was going to vomit honestly.”

“Ah, I hope you have found your sea legs by now. Sea sickness is nothing to take lightly. I’ve seen it take many a man down.” He paused, concern on his face before he retreated into a lighthearted smile. “However, if you had listened during muster, they would have told you that there are 32 mega life rafts attached to the ship, each fitted to take on 150 passengers. Which is more than enough to handle all the passengers and crew of this ship.”

“You sure do know a lot about this ship.”

He swallowed, “I’m a skipper back home. Of a fishing boat. I know my way around a ship, but I like to know as much as I can about any ship I step foot on.”

“Well, I guess I know who I’ll come find if we start to sink.”

“I assure you, she’s a sound and safe ship. You will have no need to concern yourself with sinking onboard this vessel.”

“Well hopefully we have a skilled Captain to ensure that doesn’t happen.”

He smiled to himself, “I imagine they would not hire an amateur.”

“I wonder which of these boats they put such an important person on if this ship starts to sink.”

“That depends on whether they get everyone else off first. Otherwise, the Captain always goes down with the ship.”

Emma stares at him wide eyed. “That’s just a saying. They wouldn’t honestly expect that of someone.”

“Aye, it is protocol. However, any Captain worthy of his stripes would never leave a man behind.” He said sadly, the face of his brother burning into his memory as he stared out at the ocean before him. “You shouldn’t worry your head about that though, ships of this size are very safe.”

“Ever heard of the Titanic?” She laughed lightly, her bright green eyes glowing in the pale light.

“Much was learned from the sinking of that beast, technology was improved, however, I do not think you are in danger of finding an iceberg on this voyage.”

“Who knew I had such an informed guide. You should do tours while you are on board.” He chuckled, knowing he should tell her that if she signed up for the 10am tour she would find that he joins many of the tours to answer passenger questions.

“Jones, there you are.” Killian and Emma both jumped as Robin approached them. Killian’s eyes went wide, and the man stared at him with confusion. Emma looked between the two of them.

“Do you have the information I requested earlier?” Killian asked and Robin’s nose scrunched and then his eyes narrowed.

“Yes, absolutely, I have that…”

“Billing receipt?”

“Billing receipt, yes because I’m the ship’s purser.” He nodded a bit aggressively with his head and Emma watched them both closely.

“Thank you, I’ll come to your desk to get it shortly.” Robin backed away, staring at Emma with a new curiosity before turning and entering the ship.

“Wow, you must be a big spender if they actually come looking for you to deliver your receipts.”

Killian laughed nervously. “You caught me, VIP right here. I should probably go take care of that.”

He caught the subtle frown on her face before she thanked him for their tour. It excited him that she seemed to be enjoying their short time talking as much as he did. However, he felt guilty not being honest with Ms. Swan about who he was. He knew he was being selfish, but if he was going to have to spend his time onboard watching desperate and hopeful couples hook up, he felt it only fair to get to enjoy the company of the only person who intrigued him here.

Walking her back inside, they parted ways as she returned to the dining room and he headed to the atrium to find Robin.

“What was that?” Robin interrogated him when he approached the desk. “Are you hooking up with that woman?”

“That’s ridiculous, of course not. I was giving her a tour.”

“So, you’re giving personal tours in civvies now?”

“Of course not, but she was getting hit on by some jerk at the bar, I simply rescued her from an embarrassing experience.”

“Uh huh. And then you took her on a tour of your ship.”

“Well, I didn’t tell her it was my ship.”

“She doesn’t know you’re the Captain?”

“It didn’t come up.”

“It didn’t come up?” He repeated incredulously.

“She’s just a passenger I’ve talked to a couple of times.”

“Wait a minute, so she’s just a passenger, who you’ve met a couple of times, while not being the Captain of the ship she’s currently vacationing on.”

“Exactly.” He smirked.

“You like her.” He said with astonishment.

“I do not.” He sang as he turned and walked away from the desk hiding the ridiculous smile growing on his face.

~*~

“My God woman, what did you eat?” Emma stared quizzically at Will as she sat down at the table. “No one takes a piss for that long.”

“Fuck!” She said under her breath, staring egregiously at Will. “I stopped for a drink at the bar.” Emma swore as she grabbed her napkin and put it back in her lap, tapping at her dessert with her fork.

“How long have you two been together?” Belle asked curiously.

“Oh, we aren’t actually dating.” She blurted out and Will stomped on her foot under the table. “Ow.”

“Bugger, woman.”

“I’m sorry, maybe I misunderstood, I thought he said you were his girlfriend earlier.” The corner of her lips turned upwards.

Emma stood from the table, looking over at Belle’s drink on the table. “You should ask him to tell you about rum based drinks.” She pointed at Belle’s generic rum cocktail. “He’s brilliant when it comes to picking out cocktails based on your personality.” The woman’s face brightened, and Will groaned.

“Traitor.”

“Live a little, ya bitch.” She kissed him on the cheek and wandered out of the dining hall to retreat to her room.

#stacy's fics #killian jones #emma x killian #emma x hook #emma swan #captain swan #captain swan au #captain swan fics #captain swan modern au #The Love Cruise #TLC #TLC fic

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sylvanfreckles · 4 years ago

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“I Never Should Have Given You a Chance” (FebuWhump 27)

Fandom: Ace Attorney Summary: Klavier confronts his brother in an attempt to learn just how far Kristoph had fallen since that first case.

CW: Deadnaming, implied abuse, gaslighting. (Details at the bottom in case you don’t want spoilers, skip to the section in italics)

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“Gavin.”

Klavier turned away from the observation monitors, not entirely surprised to see Phoenix Wright enter the room behind him. “Herr Wright.”

Wright gave a sigh and tucked his hands into his pockets. He'd finally discarded that god-awful hoodie for a more respectable button-down and slacks, as befit a formerly-disgraced lawyer seeking reinstatement. “You don't have to do this, you know.”

Arms folded across his chest, Klavier swiveled his gaze back to the monitors. “Actually, I think I do. I may be the only one who can.” He felt more than heard Wright step forward to join him. They stood in silence for a moment, watching the images on the top row of monitors.

It was four screens all showing the same location: Kristoph Gavin's cell. Even now, after over a year, Klavier still couldn't believe it had come to this. Kristoph had always had a dark side, but murder?

“I can ask someone else,” Wright offered. “You don't have to face him.”

Klavier let out a bitter laugh. “Who, Herr Forehead? You know what my brother's like. How he can twist people up.” He was staring through the monitor now, instead of looking at it, but it felt far too difficult to pull his eyes back into focus. “I wouldn't put him through that.”

Wright's hand was suddenly warm on his shoulder. It took all his focus not to flinch away, not to show weakness. “And you?”

“Oh, I'm used to it,” Klavier ruffled his bangs with one hand and shot Wright his most sparkling rockstar smile. “I'll be fine.”

The older man wasn't smiling. For the first time, Klavier noticed Wright was wearing an odd pendant shaped like a curving teardrop. It seemed to shine oddly in the light of the observation room, and for a brief moment Klavier was sure he'd been caught in a lie. “Gavin...”

“I'd better get going,” Klavier interrupted him. “Visiting hours end in thirty minutes.”

Wright opened his mouth, hand raised like he was going to stop Klavier, then he slowly relaxed and stuffed his hand back into his pocket. “Mind if I watch from here?”

Klavier shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Then he was out of the observation room and down the narrow hall toward his brother's solitary confinement cell.

It took less than a minute to walk there, but he'd already come up with and discarded half a dozen plans to get his brother talking. Kristoph wouldn't believe any of his excuses and would see right through his lies, he always had. It was best to just face him honestly and openly.

He nodded to the guard, who swung open the heavy door that lead to the private cell, and stepped through to face his brother. Kristoph was lounging in his armchair, a book open on one knee, and didn't look up even when the guard slammed the door shut. Klaver braced one arm against the bars and leaned forward, until his forehead nearly touched the barrier, and cleared his throat.

Kristoph looked up then. “Ah, Konrad. I was wondering if you would visit.”

It was another battle not to flinch at his brother's callous use of his old name, but Klavier managed to hide it by shifting his stance. “Good evening, Kristoph.”

“What, no bruder? No guten abend? Where's the German with which you so charmingly spice your conversation?”

“I'm not here to play games,” Klavier glowered.

“Pity.” Kristoph snapped his book shut and set it on the table beside his chair. He rose in one smooth motion and delicately adjust the cuffs of his shirt. “You've always been so much fun to play with, Konrad.”

He couldn't stop the flinch this time, but steeled himself to face down his brother's taunting voice. “You know why I'm here, Kristoph.”

Kristoph spread his hands. “How could I possibly know that? I've been in prison...or have you forgotten, Konrad?”

“Stop calling me that!” he slammed his fist against the bars before he could catch himself and had to look away from the smug smile that spread across his brother's face. “That's not who I am and you know it.”

“I know a piece of paper doesn't change who you are, Konrad,” Kristoph sneered. He stepped right up to the bars, almost close enough to touch. “You'll always be the Gavin family's disappointment. After all, with me in prison who will carry on the family tradition? Our father's legacy will dissolve into nothing and it's all because of you.”

Klavier grit his teeth, forcing himself to look back at his brother. “I'm not here to talk about our family, bruder.”

“Then what?”

“Forgery.”

Kristoph's eyebrows shot up and he leaned back on one heel, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh? Looking to improve your record as a prosecutor? Or are you joining the family business after all, Konrad?”

Every use of his old name was like slap. Konrad had been the little boy whose life was planned out for him, start to finish. Who was supposed to be a defense attorney and join the Gavin family law firm. The boy who wasn't supposed to have disappointing grades, or the wrong friends, or a desire for justice over victory.

“We want to know how far back it goes,” Klavier finally ground out. He hoped ignoring his brother's taunts would make him stop, though that didn't seem likely. Kristoph had always been good at picking up on every little weakness and digging at it. “Cases, clients, partners...how much of the last seven years is just a fabrication?”

“Are you offering a deal?” the older man examined his nails for a moment in a show of nonchalance, then brushed a speck of dust off of his lapel. “Will you take a year off my life's sentence for every dirty little secret I air?”

“I'm giving you a chance to come clean, Kristoph.”

“A chance.” Kristoph adjusted his glasses, and for a brief moment the light reflecting off the lenses hid his eyes. “Like the chance I gave you?”

Klavier frowned. “I don't know what you mean.”

“The great Phoenix Wright, Konrad. I gave you everything you needed to destroy him. Without that case you would have faded into nothing; just another mewling prosecutor with more flair than sense. You would have drowned in obscurity if it wasn't for me. I created this,” he hissed, punctuating his words with a jab at Klavier's chest.

“No,” Klavier took a step back (when had Kristoph gotten close enough to touch him?). “That first case, that was supposed to be you and me. You...you didn't...”

“And I would have crushed you,” Kristoph scoffed. “You wouldn't have even known to look for the falsified evidence without me. Klavier Gavin would have been a brilliant shooting star burning out in the night sky...and Konrad Gavin would take his rightful place in the family again.”

Klavier had tucked his arms tight around his chest and stared at his brother in mute horror. “That's not...”

“Think about it, bruderchen,” Kristoph taunted, adjusting his glasses again. “What makes more sense? That I would risk my reputation going up against an inexperienced child...or that it was all a setup?”

The air in the room was suddenly stifling. Klavier felt like his chest was squeezing in on itself as his brother's words swirled through his mind. It couldn't...it wasn't true. This wasn't...his entire career wasn't a lie. He'd earned his place. He'd built up his own reputation, both in music and law, on his own, not because of some scheme of his brother's.

He jumped when the door behind him slammed open. Kristoph looked over Klavier's shoulder and his face broke into his usual condescending smirk. “I'm only allowed one visitor at a time, you know.”

“I'm not here for you.” Wright was there, one hand on Klavier's arm. “Let's go. Come on.”

“You wanted to know how far back the forgeries went, Konrad?” Kristoph taunted. “Why not look in the mirror?”

The solid metal door cut off his brother's mocking voice, and Klavier could only stare dumbly at it while Wright discussed something with the guard. Kristoph's voice turned around and around in his head. All of it...he'd rocketed to fame after that case all those years ago. Had it really just been one of his brother's schemes?

“All right,” Wright said, breaking him out of his thoughts and turning to take Klavier's arm again. “This way.”

He let himself be lead through the halls of the prison, cheeks burning with a combination of shock and humiliation. He had forgotten Wright was there, watching the whole thing, listening to every damning word that poured out of Kristoph's mouth.

Klavier looked up when Wright tugged him into a small waiting room, empty except for the pair of worn leather sofas set a right angles to each other with a table in the middle. Wright all but shoved him down in one and took a seat on the table, his hands shifting to hold Klavier's shoulders.

“Look at me, Klavier,” Wright said, punctuating his words with a little shake. “Focus on me, all right?”

He was hyperventilating. Klavier swallowed and tried to slow his breathing as he stared up into the older man's stern face. “Herr Wright....”

“It's all right. He can't reach you here. He'll be in that cell for the rest of his life and you never have to see him again, all right?”

Klavier tried to protest. “But we need....”

“We'll find another way,” Wright shook his head. “He fooled us all, Klavier, but don't let him fool you now. Kristoph did not make you the man you are today; that was all you. Your hard work, your dedication to the truth. It was all you.”

He dropped his head and tried to nod. His brother's words still dug into his soul, and it would take some time to work past them.

The older man patted his shoulder. “All right. Let's get out of here.”

* * *

In this story, Klavier’s birthname is Konrad, but he spent his entire life with other expectations piled on him. When he broke out and took his own path he changed his name to Klavier. In this story Kristoph repeatedly calls him Konrad to hurt him. There’s a little bit of implied abuse connected with that name, and Kristoph gaslights Klavier so much he could light all of early 1800s London.

I don’t know if this is worth this much of a warning, but I didn’t want any of it to be a nasty surprise.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday27 #ace attorney #phoenix wright #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #cw deadnaming #cw gaslighting #angst #headcanon

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bugabash · 4 years ago

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Cursed Past - Chapter 4 preview

Summary: 10 years before current events, Ladybug and Chat Noir have finally intercepted Hawkmoth, and discovered the extent of his crimes and his torture. How will they react?

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10 years ago

Ladybug and Chat Noir stood tall, they were bloody and bruised, but they had won. They pounded their fists and faced the man they had been fighting for years, he was on his back, his staff broken and a look of defeat on his face.

“Hawkmoth, your reign of terror has come to an end!” Ladybug exclaimed, “Hand over your miraculous.”

“Go to hell, you stupid teenagers.” He spat back, “I would rather die than willingly give up my miraculous to you.”

“I’m sure I can arrange that.” Chat murmured back with a disgusted snarl, his claws glowing green.

“Easy Chat.” She shifted and limped over to Hawkmoth, kneeling. “Last chance before I sic my kitty on you.” He glared at her before he actually did spit at her, recoiling back and wiping the spit from her face in disgust.

“That’s it.” Chat Noir boomed, walking over to the man and grabbing him by the tuft of his shirt, lifting him up with ease and snarling at him. “My turn, and I don’t ask nicely, I don’t ask at all actually.” Chat’s eyes glowed green, pupils in slits and full of rage.

Ladybug walked over and looked at the butterfly pendant, she had been after the missing miraculous for years, and there it was, right in her hand. “Time’s up, Hawkmoth.” And with that she pulled it off, purple light filling the room and Nooroo fell to the floor, eyes wide. The two superheroes blinked the brightness away before they both froze. Chat Noir dropped the man and took two huge steps back, his eyes wide and his face paling.

Infront of them lay Gabriel Agreste, his face bruised and his clothes filthy. He glared at the two of them, Ladybug stared in shock, eyes darting to Chat Noir in worry. Was he ok?

“G-Gabriel Agreste?” She stammered, blinking. Adrien… Poor Adrien, his father…

“How… How COULD YOU!” Chat Noir exploded, he looked more furious than she had ever seen, he looked like he was out for death. “How could you do this to your son?” He stormed over to Gabriel, punching him in the face.

“Chat!” Ladybug grabbed his arm and pushed him back, getting between the two. She placed her hands on his chest, looking up at him. His heart was thumping under her hands, tears glistening his eyes and his mouth was in a snarl. He looked like he was ready to kill Gabriel. “Calm down… Hey.” She placed a hand on his cheek and made him look down at her, their eyes met and his features softened. “I got this, call the police. Get them here.”

“No! Not here! They’ll take her away, Adrien should at least get to say goodbye to her.” Gabriel exclaimed, trying to sit up, coughing up the blood in his mouth. They turned and looked at him in confusion, following his eyesight to a glass coffin hidden in vines and butterflies.

They stood in silence, their minds racing. It was Chat who stepped towards it first, slowly. Ladybug watched him as he did, his face was full of fear as he walked painfully slow to the glass coffin. And then he gasped and covered his mouth, turning away and suddenly vomited. Ladybug ran over to him and pressed a hand against his back, her heart beating fast. He shook his head, puking again as his shoulders shook.

Ladybug turned to the coffin, her eyes widening. She knew that face… She was Adrien’s mother, she looked like she was asleep but… she was pale, almost grey. How long had she been down here? Marinette knew she had disappeared 4 or 5 years before, no traces, no leads, no death certificate and no body. And here she was… all this time.

“What… What did you do?” Ladybug asked in horror, turning to Gabriel and gripping onto Chat Noir who was still bent over, trembling more.

“I was trying to save her.” Gabriel replied, “but you two wouldn’t let me. So now she will die.” He glared at them, “now my son won’t have a mother.”

“He hasn’t had a mother for years…” Chat Noir groaned out before retching, “you’re a monster.”

“How am I a monster? I was trying to save the love of my life!” He snarled back.

“You can’t save her, if she is gone then you cannot bring her back, even with our miraculouses. The price-”

“I already had someone’s life to trade, don’t worry.” Gabriel coughed and leant against the bars. “Monster is a very loose term.” He laughed, “I would call your little feline a monster, even you a monster, some would call the police monsters, call teenage girls causing problems in school monsters. Everyone is a monster in their own way.”

“No! She wasn’t a monster, no one is as big a monster as you.” Chat straightened and glared at the man. Ladybug looked at him with worry, he looked like he aged years in a few minutes. “You will never see the outside world again, you will rot in jail. I will make sure of it.” Chat turned and called the police as Ladybug gulped and stroked Nooroo’s head as they rested on her shoulder.

“We will make sure you never leave your cell.” Ladybug said with a disgusted look.

Soon the police arrived, they arrested Gabriel and escorted him out, Ladybug watched as they took him, the feeling sweeping over her like cold water. It was over… They got him. They finally got him. So why did it feel like they lost?

She looked over at Chat Noir who was standing at the base of coffin, staring. Something was wrong with him, she didn’t know what it could be but she knew it had something to do with the person who hid behind his bravado and his black mask. She walked over to him and stood next to him, staring at Emilie.

“Why… why does it feel like it isn’t over?” She whispered, her expression sad, her body aching, and her heart sore. She looked up at her partner, seeing the pain on his face, tears wet on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything, just stared. She watched as blood slowly trickled from the cut on his eyebrow, mixing with the wetness. He looked… broken. She took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling him grip onto her hand and leant his head against hers. “We won… but… Their son, he…” She had her mouth open, but no words came out, a tear falling. “He just lost everything.” Chat’s grip tightened and he sniffed, wiping his nose with his free hand.

“He won’t be missing much with that piece of shit gone, I think seeing his mother will… that will be him losing a lot.” Chat murmured, his eyes dark.

“Chat… Are you okay?” She asked softly.

He didn’t say anything, letting go and walked to the coffin, pressing a button and watching it open. A smell of lavender filled the air, Ladybug sniffed and felt her lip tremble. Her heart broke, she couldn’t even imagine what Adrien will be like when he sees his mother like this. Ladybug watched Chat with worried eyes, walking next to him and then stared at the woman. She heard a voice in her head whispering something, telling her to take the comatose woman’s hand. So she did, walking to her side and took her hand.

Staring at her beautiful face, she looked so much like Adrien, she looked peaceful, a small smile on her face. Chat took her other hand, tears streaming now.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you, Emilie.” Ladybug whispered, causing Chat Noir to gasp and look at her, eyes wide. She didn’t look up, eyes on the woman’s face. “You would have been so proud of your son,” Chat stared at her again, eyes wide, she didn’t see but she felt his gaze. “He is amazing, I haven’t seen anyone overcome what he has, and now with what I know I am even more amazed by him. He has become a man you would be so proud of and someone you would be so privileged to know. I feel privileged to know him.” She glanced up at Chat who had gone white, staring as his tears flowed more freely. “He is nothing like his father, I knew that before I knew who he was. Adrien overcame his father’s abuse and his neglect, and still has a heart of gold.” She reached over with her free hand, stroking her hair. “You can rest now, we will look after your son. I will look after him. I promise.”

“Ladybug…” Chat whispered softly.

“Thank you, Emilie. For giving us Adrien, and I am so sorry he has suffered and that he is about to suffer even more. And I am so,” her voice broke and she sobbed, “I am so sorry I didn’t find you sooner.” She dropped her head, her loose hair falling around her, it had fallen out in the fight. “I failed you, but I won’t fail your son. I swear to you, as the guardian, I will fix this. I will heal the hurt Gabriel Agreste has caused.”

Chat was about to speak when he gasped, Ladybug’s head snapping up as she stared at her partner. Then she saw it, what he was gasping over. His ring was glowing, but he was looking at her, she felt tingling in her lobes, and assumed hers were glowing too. They locked eyes for a second, something was happening, and she felt her heart start to race. It was like she was seeing him for the first time. Her body filled with love, warmth and… power.

That was when it happened, they both looked down at the woman and saw she slowly started to glow a golden glow. Chat’s eyes were wide, as were Ladybugs, and that’s when she felt it, the words slipping out of her mouth. “Miraculous Ladybug…” She whispered, her lucky charm across the room bursting into her magic ladybugs, swarming all around them, but they had a bright green aura around them. Marinette blinked and watched as they twiled around her and Chat, their hair blowing around, their wounds healing. Chat and Ladybug stared at each other, the world freezing. She saw him, his mask gone, as was her, but she didn’t see anyone but Chat, and she knew all he saw was Ladybug. She never saw a civilian, or recognised him, she saw the face she knew that was her kitty. And then time unfroze and the ladybugs swarmed around Emilie, both the heroes letting go and they were blown back, Chat somersaulted and landed on his feet, one hand on the floor. Ladybug landed on her back, coughing slightly as she did, still in shock.

She opened her eyes and saw the green and red ladybugs were swarming around Emilie and had lifted her into the air, they shone bright, so bright Ladybug had to shield her eyes, seeing chat standing and staring. And as quickly as they came, they were gone, Emilie slowly floating back down into her coffin. They ran to her side, and stared at her then each other. Their eyes snapped down as they heard her groan, Ladybug gasping and clasping her hands around her mouth.

“What… M’lady what happened?” Chat asked softly, staring at the woman.

“I… I think we just… our miraculouses, they healed her.” Ladybug said softly, stepping back and looking around for help. She saw two EMTs crouched by the now fixed entrance, “Help! She’s alive!” They ran over and were calling into their radios, soon they were pushed aside by the first responders, they got Emilie onto the gurney and they were gone. Ladybug watched, eyes wide and she took a deep breath, feeling like it was her first breath in years.

Then everything crashed internally, and her legs gave way, collapsing to her hands and knees, sobbing freely. Everything she had been through for four years, all the stress, the responsibility, only confiding in Alya, keeping secrets from Luka to the point they argue constantly, her sleepless nights, her injuries, the people who have suffered, the numerous battles, the numerous times she lost chat in a fight. Everything. It was over.

“Ladybug!” Chat cried out and ran to her, scooping her up and holding her to him, hugging her tight. “What is it? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” He asked frantically, pulling back and looking her over.

“I-I-I’m fine.” She blubbered, “it’s over,” she managed, “we did it, and we-we-we,” She sobbed, “we got him his mom back too!”

Chat sighed in relief, and laughed softly, “don’t scare me like me that!” He dropped his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and she sobbed, arms snaking around his neck and gripping on. “We did it, it’s over. You didn’t just save Paris tonight, you saved a woman who has been lost for years, you just saved that boy’s life too.”

“I should have found her sooner, I failed her and Adrien.” She sniffed and curled her fists up. She heard their beeps, panic setting in.

“It’s okay, hey, it’s okay. We can stay here as long as you like, just keep your eyes closed, okay?” He whispered, his soft breath warm against her face. She nodded and closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his, tears making their skin stick together more. Their transformations fell, and they clung to each other, their kwamis digging around between them to find their respective foods.

“Chat?” Marinette asked softly, nuzzling into her partners neck, Chat shifting under her and sitting Marinette on his lap, leaning against his shoulder, arms around her protectively.

“Yes, m’lady.” He answered, his voice different, softer, their disguises gone and their magic with it to keep their identities a secret. She recognised the voice but didn’t want to think like that. “You… sound different.” He spoke softly before she could talk, “your voice, its more… musical.”

She chuckled, “you sound different too.” She replied, “Chat, what do we do now?” She asked softly.

“What do you mean?” He asked, stroking her back gently.

“If it’s truly over… What do we do.” She opened her eyes, staring at the black colour of his shirt, seeing the blonde hair in the corner of her eye. “What do Chat Noir and Ladybug do?”

“Well, we patrol, we protect, and… we look after each other.” He responded with a sigh, kissing the top of her head.

“You won’t leave me?” She asked softly.

“What?” He exclaimed, “Never! I will never leave you!” He gripped her tightly, “I promise.”

Marinette sighed and snuggled into him, “Thank you.”

“No… Thank you. I can’t explain why, but you have… You have done so much today.” She closed her eyes, and smiled, not answering and breathing in his cologne.

"We did it... We... We did it." She sobbed a laugh, gripping his shirt.

"You did it."

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lnc2 · 5 years ago

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baby please (come home)

Summary: It’s the first Christmas after Hawkmoth’s defeat and Adrien is struggling without his lady.

A/N: This is an @mlsecretsanta gift for @dailyplagg who requested ladrien. I hope you like it!

AO3

The words bah humbug never had a place in Adrien’s vocabulary. But as he hit the snooze on yet another alarm he felt he was as close as he ever would be to sympathizing with its originator.

Ebenezer Scrooge had nothing on him.

Adrien didn’t need corporeal manifestations of the past to haunt him into the holiday spirit. He had enough ghosts hanging around as it was. His father’s empty house, his father’s empty chair. He was used to missing his mother this time of year but burying her in the spring reopened old wounds.

Reporters stopped calling months ago but Adrien still saw the occasional photographer in the bushes across the street. No amount of quiet menacing from the Gorilla could keep them all away but then again who could resist the tragic son of a convicted terrorist?

Not the tabloids.

The first few weeks were the worst.

The shock, the pity, the speculation.

The trial.

Adrien didn’t think he would ever be able to explain just exactly how it felt to testify against his father, not once, but twice. The press was quick to point out how somber Chat Noir was in those days, unable to muster a smile even for his lady.

His lady.

Hah.

His third and final ghost sat like a weight on his chest, an ache in his hand, a phantom limb. She’d never understood why Hawkmoth’s reveal had rattled Chat Noir as much as it had, but she’d rarely spent a night away from him in the beginning. His days were filled dodging reporters and hiding out with well meaning friends like Nino and Kagami and Marinette while his evenings were spent racing across rooftops with his partner who didn’t know his reasons but knew his hurt.

Until she left.

“Just for the semester,” She’d assured him, quickly taking his hand in her own as they ignored the city laid out before them in favor of each other’s eyes. It had been that way for a while now, long enough for Adrien to hope that maybe his lady was finally his lady. A fledgling desire that was quashed the instant she told him she was leaving.

“I have an opportunity… I can’t turn it down.”

Adrien understood. He did. Even if his heart didn’t quite believe her when she said,

“I’m not abandoning you.”

But the last thing he wanted to do was hold her back. Wherever it was Ladybug was going, whatever it was that was taking her away from him, well, she deserved it. Paris was safe now. He knew she was in university like him. She couldn’t keep her life on hold forever.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t miss her.

Some nights he’d wonder where she’d gone, who she was seeing, what she was doing. If she were happy, if she would stay.

If she were thinking of him.

Those last thoughts sent him into a melancholy spiral that even Plagg couldn’t pull him out of.

And as the days turned into weeks into months, he found himself sinking further into his despair. His therapist, an Alya-Nino-Marinette intervention insistence, told him it was only natural to feel low as the holidays drew near.

“After all,” She’d said, fixing him with the best earnest, non-judgemental glare money could buy. “You’re coming up on some big anniversaries.”

The happiest time of year indeed.

Sighing, he snuggled deeper beneath his covers, ignoring his alarm as it once again filled the room. Plagg would take care of it when he was irritated enough- right now Adrien couldn’t muster up the energy to reach across the bed.

Maybe he should just skip the party tonight.

Even as that tempting thought crossed his mind he knew it was a nonstarter. Nino would skin him alive if he bothered sending the sorry bro i’m just not up for it text he was already mentally drafting.

“It won’t be the same without you,” His friend had said when Adrien tried to reject the initial invitation. “Don’t bail on us at Christmas. Between you and Marinette the group has been pretty small lately.”

Nino wasn’t wrong.

Audrey Bourgeois had offered Marinette another opportunity to intern with her in New York and this time she’d accepted. It had been tough, missing not just one but two of his closest friends these last few months. But Marinette had been in constant contact through group chats, instagram, and on one particularly rough night three weeks back, a two hour long phone call to talk him down from a panic attack.

At the time she was the only one who would answer her phone but in the end Adrien found she was exactly who he’d needed to talk him down. He’d panicked later, texting her apology after apology, but her long string of emojis and all caps insistence that that’s what she was there for went a long way to easing his guilt. Still, he was dying to thank her in person.

But Marinette wasn’t due back in Paris until after the New Year. Making it that much harder for Adrien to drag himself out of bed and into the shower so he wouldn’t be late.

“Do I even need to shower, Plagg?”

His kwami gave him a sniff.

“You smell great to me.”

A shower it is.

Groaning Adrien rolled himself to his feet and shuffled off to the bathroom. If he hurried he could still meet Nino at Alya’s place before they left for the bar.

It was hard to leave once he got there though and he found himself lingering under the hot water. If he hadn’t given the Gorilla the week off he might have asked him to drive him over but as it was his best bet was probably taking a cab. Bribing Plagg to transform was always an option but with Ladybug out of the city Chat Noir was making fewer and fewer appearances. Transforming tonight was guaranteed to attract attention, which was the last thing he wanted these days.

Resigning himself to a cab and a stranger’s curious stares, Adrien stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. At this rate he was going to have to meet his friends at the party. He stepped out of the bathroom to grab his phone and update Nino only to stop short.

Ladybug was sitting on the edge of his bed. She was kicking her feet together, agitated, as she stared down at her fidgeting hands. Her hair was longer and pulled into a ponytail but she was otherwise the same as he’d last seen her yoyoing off into the fading summer sunset.

Something like a whine escaped his throat and her head snapped up.

“Adrien!” She squeaked, jumping to her feet. “I– you– oh .” Ladybug’s face flushed pink and her eyes roamed over him once, twice, before resting firmly on his forehead. “Your w-window was open so I…” She gave a jerky wave. Adrien glanced towards his windows and then back to her, not entirely believing she was actually here.

“ Lady- bug?” He said, voice cracking on the second syllable. Her eyes, blue and familiar and dear, flicked down to his. She bit her lip, a nervous habit he didn’t know he missed, and nodded.

Something tight and painful eased in his chest.

“I thought you left Paris.”

Ladybug’s smile was too sad, eyes too knowing when she said

“I came back early.”

“Oh.” His hand found the back of his neck and he gripped it tight to keep himself from reaching towards her. “When…?”

“My plane got in an hour ago.”

“I see.” He said, not seeing at all. How heres and why mes flooded his thoughts but before he could even begin to give them voice Ladybug shifted, averting her gaze away from his.

“I didn’t mean to catch you at a bad time.”

It took him another moment to realize he was still wrapped only in a towel. Adrien yelped and crossed his arms over his chest only to scramble back to grip the towel again as it threatened to slip down his hips.

Oh god this isn’t happening.

“I– can I have a moment?”

Ladybug nodded, eyes focused somewhere above his head, and Adrien rushed to his closet to pull on the first set of clothes he could find. It wasn’t until he was already running back to her that he realized he’d pulled on the red and black Christmas sweater Nino bought for him as a joke. The sweater was a monstrosity that read Jingle Bug in bright gold letters with every black spot adorned with a matching gold bell. Adrien loved it when he unwrapped it but wearing it for his friends and wearing it for his lady were two entirely different things.

Horror filled him as he jingled back to her.

Ladybug’s lips twitched.

“Please don’t,” Adrien groaned, running his hands through his hair. “It was a gift from a friend.”

She giggled, shoulders shaking with poorly suppressed laughter and even though it was at his expense, Adrien’s heart flipped at the sound.

How many months had it been since he’d heard her laugh?

“I missed that,” He said, smiling softly.

Ladybug’s eyes sparkled in the overhead lights as she met his smile with her own. It wasn’t until the silence stretched between them that he realized there was something wrong with this picture.

“What– um,” He coughed, blushed. Tried again. “What are you doing here?”

Ladybug’s smile fell and he rushed on.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you. Because I am. Happy, that is. But, um… why...” me? He swallowed. “Why here?”

It’s not like they’d never spoken before. Adrien found himself caught up in several akuma attacks over the years, unable to transform and rescued by his lady. And even after his father… well, after , Ladybug made it a point to stop by every once and a while to check on him. More so in the early days, when the press and police and speculation about his own possible involvement in Hawkmoth’s schemes were under scrutiny, but still. It wasn’t completely out of the question that she would drop in on a random evening.

Just not like tonight.

Even in his wildest daydreams, he couldn’t delude himself into thinking Adrien Agreste was so important to Ladybug that she’d be his first stop on her return to Paris. Not before checking in with friends and family. Not before checking in with Chat .

Adrien’s heart beat an unsteady tattoo as he searched his partner’s face. Ladybug’s eyes were soft, her smile kind as she reached forward and took his hand in hers.

“I heard you needed me.”

Always.

The word, fierce and quick, stuck in his throat. It’s what he wanted to say. It’s what Chat Noir would say.

Adrien could only tremble as she entwined their fingers together.

“I’m just sorry it took me so long to get here.”

“My–” He stopped, his hand squeezing hers tight. Her figure blurred behind the tears in his eyes and he was horrified to find some had already escaped down his cheeks.

Ladybug reached forward to cup his cheek with her free hand, thumb brushing away his tears, her spandex cool against his heated skin.

“It’s okay, chaton,” She whispered and even as the words left her mouth Adrien found himself collapsing into her arms, clutching and pulling and holding her to him. His shoulders shook with sobs and he buried his face into her neck, relief and joy and exhaustion overwhelming him.

Ladybug’s knees buckled beneath their combined weight and Adrien sank with her to the ground. Arms clasped tight around her waist he planted frantic kisses across her cheek, her ears, her forehead until they were both reduced to a teary, giggling mess.

“Silly kitty,” She murmured when he’d finally calmed down enough to pull away from her. Adrien’s ribs felt tight around his chest at her sweet smile. She tapped his nose, once, twice and shook her head. “I told you I’d come back.”

“How though?” He stared at her, his beautiful, wonderful Ladybug. “How did you know?”

“You told me.”

“What?”

She blushed and made to push herself away from him but Adrien held her tight.

“My lady,” He coaxed, pulling her closer and rubbing soothing circles across her back.

“You, um, you called me.” Her eyes flicked to and away from his. Adrien buried his face in her hair. “T-three weeks ago. You were kind of upset and let some things… some Chat things... slip and I… put it together.”

Adrien’s hands didn’t stop their movement even as realization crashed over him. Three weeks back and a panic attack he couldn’t control. A late night phone call with one of his dearest friends, abroad for an internship and absent for the last few months. Incoherent rambling about his father, the press, his lady.

The breath fell out of him and his grip on the stiff woman in his lap tightened all the more.

“Marinette,” He breathed. Slowly, realizing he wasn’t about to push her away, she returned the embrace.

“Marinette.” He said, again, for the joy of it.

“Adrien.” Ladybug, Marinette, said and he could hear the smile in her voice.

Not wanting to miss seeing the real thing, he pulled back and grinned in return.

“You’re home.”

“Yeah, kitty.” She murmured, shyly playing with the bells of his sweater. “I’m home.”

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leelee10898 · 4 years ago

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A miss match Christmas: matched for disaster.

Hello everyone! Hope you all are having fun reading and writing these awesome Christmas fics! This is my submission for our 12 days of fictmas: 2020 edition, hosted by myself and @emichelle . This comes from the VIP book miss match.. granted the book is not over but, im my head Jack x MC (Callie) have both become CEO of two's company and are married.. this jumps a few years into the future.

The sound of heels could be heard on the slick marbled floor from down the hall. He kept his head forward, eyes trained on the laptop in front of him. As the clicking grew closer, his lips curled up into a smile. "I thought you were heading home?" He could hear the laugh in her voice, he finally looked up to meet her eyes. Those eyes, that intoxicating smile, it was what drew him in the first time they met. It was 4 years ago on valentines day, in her fathers crowded bar. "I could say the same for you." He chuckled.

She walked over to the desk, standing behind him leaning down to see what he was working on. Her long brown hair brushed against his cheek. "Last minute additions to the Christmas party, Jack?" She eyed him, he casually shrugged his shoulders. "And how many clients will be in attendance now?" Her fingers hovered over the mouse, clicking the guest list, her eyes widened in shock. "He is coming?" Jack gave her a knowing look as she stood up striaght. "Now Callie, I know what you're thinking but, wasn't it you who said, and I quote 'everyone deserves to find love, no matter what' ?" He gave her a smug smile.

"Yes," Callie spoke through gritted teeth. "But this guy is accident prone. We will have to tie the decorations down with steel ropes, not to mention no open flames. The wait staff will need helmets.." she began to ramble. Jack chuckled as he stood to calm his pacing partner. "It will be ok,Callie. Just relax."

Two weeks later…

Callie stood toeards the back of the room, her eyes constantly scanning for the one person she would have to be on constant look out for. The worry leaving a crease between her eyes. "Have you moved from this spot at all?" She heard his smooth baritone come up beside her.

"No." She casually spoke, not taking her eyes off the door. Jack shook his head, a small chuckle escaping him as he handed her a champagne flute. "You're cute when you're flustered,Cal. Just Relax."

Just as he spoke a tall man came into view, callie sucked in a panicked breath and sat her glass on the table. Jack placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and turned her face towards his with his free hand. "We will approach him together, he is here to find a match just like everyone else is." Callie nodded and the two crossed the room.

"Thomas Haught, it's good to see you again. You remember my partner,Callie?" Jack spoke, extending his hand. Thomas reached out to shake it, missing completely and knocking the glass out of Jack's other hand.

"Jack." Callie groaned under her breath.

"I am so, so sorry Jack." Thomas apologized. "I am such a klutz, maybe I shouldn't have come."

"It's ok Tom,You are perfectly fine. Try to relax, everyone is here for the same reason. Why dont you grab a bite to eat and we will meet up in a few." Jack smiled politely.

Thomas nodded and headed towards the elaborate buffet table,Callie began to panick "Jack, you just sent him to get food, alone. There are flames under those trays, what if he," callies eyes widened in horror as she watched Thomas's sleeve catch fire. It was quickly put out by a server. "You see!" She shrieked.

"Ok, so maybe Toms a little bit accident prone. Which is why we need to find someone who is a great care giver for him." He chuckled, Callie rolled her eyes and walked away.

As the night went on Callie tailed Thomas. In his wake he managed to trip a waiter carrying a full tray of cranberry and brie with crackers. Knocked over the ice sculpture and elbowed a match maker in the face, blackening his eye. Tom sat at a table alone, Callie was able to relax a little as she watched him slump his shoulders in defeat. If he was sitting, he couldn't be that much of a threat.

Thomas was a handsome man, he was tall and had a thin build. He was in his early thirties and a client of the company's for several years. He was thought to be an 'un matchable' but that didn't stop Jack from trying. She recalled his file in her head. The man volunteered with underprivileged children, he owned his own company and was a volunteer fire fighter. How he managed to not cause more damage with that last part was beyond her.

As she stood there staring at him, she began to feel that familar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had spent so much time preparing for disaster that she could not let herself willingly try to match this man. That's when the match maker spark came to life. "I know that look, you found your fire." Jacks strong arms wrapped around her waist. "I told you to stop fighting yourself, you were going to lose." He chuckled as his lips found the base of her neck.

"Why is it that the man can rush into burning buildings without falling through the steps, or the place falling in on him. But he can't walk an open room without tripping on a loose thread in the carpet?" She softly hummed.

"It's probably the adrenaline, that and a mix of confidence." Jack answered. "When is this party over again?" His lips exploring her exposed skin.

"That's it!" She quickly spun around in his arms. "You're a genius,Jack! And that's why I married you." She quickly kissed him. "You're a genius." She murder against his lips before turning and walking away.

"What did I do? No clue?" He spoke to himself, shaking his head and following her across the room.

"Having a good time, Thomas?" The sound of Callies voice made Thomas jump up. His knees hit the table and knocked over several drinks and his chair. "I'm so sorry, why am I such a spaz?" Thomas groaned as he lifted a glass off the table. "It's ok Tom, just leave it. The staff will clean it up." By this time Jack had joined the two, giving Callie a confused look.

"Walk with us, will you?" Callie motioned to Thomas. Thomas wrung his hands nervously, tripping over his own feet. "This is hopeless, maybe I should just go home. I can't even walk without tripping over my own feet, how am I supposed to find love? I would probably accidentally harm them somehow."

Callie held up her hand, motioning around the room at the various people. Some couples that had just connected, others just mingling trying to find a spark. "Do you think any one of these people are perfect? That they don't all have some kind of quirk? Some personal issues? Because I will tell you, nobody is perfect. Tell me Thomas do you have any mishaps when you're running into a burning building?"

Tomas searched his mind. "Ah, no. No I can't say that I have."

"And why do you think that is?" She pressed.

"Adrenaline? I don't have time to think I just do it." He shrugged, a smile spread across her face as Thomas began to connect the dots.

"I think you have the potential to be a great someone to somebody, you just need to stop over thinking it and be yourself." Callie patted him on the shoulder. Thomas looked to Jack who nodded his head in agreement. "She's right you know. She's always right."

As the three stood there, Jack with his arms around Callie and Thomas scanning the room with a new found sense of pride, he noticed a couple getting a little too hot and heavy by the enormous 10 foot Christmas tree. He watched in horror as it began to sway just as a pretty petite dark haired woman stood right in the path of destruction. Thomas set off in a sprint across the room, he grabbed the woman by the waist yanking her out of the way just in time as the tree crashed to the ground. The pair tumbled on the floor, Thomas landing practically on top of the woman.

Callie and Jack ran over to the pair as Thomas perched up to look down on the raven haired beauty, shock written all over her face.

"I'm sorry for the crash landing miss but, I couldn't let such a gorgeous creature be crushed to death by a massive tree." He gave her a cheesy grin as he helped her up.

"Oh my god, Maggie are you ok?" Callie wrapped her assistant in her arms.

"I'm perfect, thanks to my Hero over here. " Maggie blushed as she motioned towards Thomas.

" oh im no hero miss." He gave her a bashful smile.

"Anyone who risks being impaled by a rogue tree is definitely a hero in my book. I owe you one." Maggie flirted.

"All in a day's work, mam." Thomas blushed awkwardly. He looked to callie and Jack, callie giving him an encouraging nod.

"Would you ah, would you like to grab a drink?"

Maggie looked to Callie and Jack, twos companys no dating clients or co-workers policy used to be iron clad, until Jack and Callie showed Veronica just how stupid the rule could be. Technically it wasn't encouraged to date clients but, Maggie wasn't a match maker and Thomas was actually perfect for her.

"You two have fun." Callie winked as she grabbed Jack by the arm leading him away as the banquet halls staff began cleaning up the tree fiasco. They walked out onto the balcony, the cold New York air causing immediate goosebumps on callies skin. Jack noticed, shrugging off his jacket and draping it Over her shoulders. "You know if you asked me 4 years ago if I would be here, like this in this moment I would have told you, you were crazy." He spoke softly, his gaze fixed on his wife. " of course I always knew I would be CEO." He gave a cocky chuckle.

"And now?" She challenged.

"Now I cant begin to believe my life. I never thought I would share everything with someone I am truly head over heels in love with. I love you Callie Munroe, you never stop amazing me with everything you do. And just when I think you couldn't possibly amaze me more, you go and give us a family."

Callies eyes widened, she hadn't told him yet. She found out they were expecting a week ago and planned on telling him Christmas morning. "How did you know?"

"I know everything about you, Callie. I can not wait to be a dad, this will be our greatest chapter yet. Merry Christmas." He leaned in placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Jack."

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gaycrouton · 5 years ago

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Could you write some hot msr porn with mulder seeing scully masturbate through a window, then comes over and fucks her hard?

Thank you for the prompt!!! Huge thanks to @admiralty-xfd for the beta

Mulder needed to tell her. He had to tell her. But in this moment he felt inexplicably frozen. His feet were lead, his legs heavy, the only perceivable movement in his entire body was the blood starting to pulse through his veins and his eyes frantically absorbing the sight in front of him, unsure which point to land on.

Scully must not have noticed the curtains were paper thin or that there were no blinds on the motel windows. Of course she wouldn't have noticed, from her perspective she wouldn't have seen anything different - the illumination of her room creating a one way mirror against the blackness of the night outside.

He, on the other hand, could see everything. Scully's body on the bed, the flickering of the television, the way her clothes were haphazardly strewn about the room. His first thought had been concern; Scully was a private woman, and the fact he could see her plain as day through the motel curtains meant any passerby could.

But then he really saw her and his thoughts were reduced to monosyllabic utterances: Fuck. Hot. Naked. Scully. Masturbating.

Mulder felt arousal swell up in him with a startling force. The crinkly wrapper of the candy bar he'd gone out to get from the vending machine was now slippery in his palm. To be honest, he felt a little faint. This all felt like one of his fantasies being played out in front of his eyes - his own home movie. Only this time window panes replaced the sides of his television box.

He took one furtive glance around him to make sure he was alone in the parking lot, relieved to see it appeared that all the other patrons were asleep. At least that's what he hoped. As much as he didn't want anyone watching Scully in a moment of private, self-indulgent gratification, he also didn't want anyone seeing him do exactly that.

The gravel beneath his feet shifted under his weight and the sound was deafening against the stillness of the night. His head shot back to the sole beacon of light, sure Scully would be looking in his direction, her vantage point the complete, opaque opposite of his own. But she wasn't. Her chest was heaving as she seemed to sink even deeper into the motel blankets - fingers moving deftly in between her bent legs.

Mulder had seen her no less than twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes ago when she'd feigned a yawn and told him she was exhausted. "I just want to get to the motel and go straight to bed."

It was a sentiment she'd repeated for the last hour of the car ride. However, before, he'd just assumed she said it to cut the tension from their conversation about childhood crushes which had somehow managed to take a dirtier route than originally intended. She'd seemed antsy after that, fidgety even, but he assumed she was tired. Now he wasn't so sure.

He watched as her back arched off the mattress, pushing her body weight into her hand while the other reached up to grab her left breast. Scully's mouth dropped open in what he assumed was a silent cry as she tweaked and pinched her nipple.

He didn't realize he was starting to rub himself through his dress pants until he felt his cock twitch against his palm. His instincts told him to stop, that being added to the sex offender registy for public masturbation was the last thing his reputation needed, but he couldn't help but idly squeeze his shaft as he watched her fingers move from her sex to her mouth and then back down.

Fuck.

Suddenly she stilled and lifted herself on her elbow, careening her body so it was more visible to him while she appeared to listen for a noise coming from the other side of the wall. Where he should technically be.

The moment of stillness continued as she panted, presumably waiting to make sure he wasn't awake. She had no idea just how awake he was. From her new angle he could see her entire lithe frame, from the way her breasts hung on her chest to the thatch of trimmed hair on her mons to the way her fingers glistened against the illumination of the motel lamps.

Her face was flushed with arousal and her hair was askew from lolling her head back and forth against her pillow. Scully seemed to decide the noise was a fluke as she eased herself back down on the bed, her hair fanning out on the pillow underneath her head. Her legs, seeming longer than possible for her diminutive height, bent so that the soles of her feet were planted on the bed as she continued her ministrations. She bit her lip as her brow started to furrow and he knew she was falling back into her rhythm, steady waves of pleasure pulsing through her body evidenced by the tightening of her abdominal muscles. The hand not between her legs started absently touching her collarbone, fingering the flesh like it was velvet.

The pose reminded him instantly of a baroque painting and the framing of the window helped set the scene. What would she be named? "The Pleasure of Woman"? "Venus in Ecstasy?" Every time she moved, he couldn't help but think that he'd never seen her as beautiful as she was then. He wasn't sure what it was about the situation that was making him so impossibly hard: if it was the pure eroticism of seeing a woman pleasure herself as she would in private, or if it was seeing Scully doing this while she was under the assumption he was in the next room. Undoubtedly it was a mixture of both. He watched as she tilted her head back against the pillow, writhing under her movements.

He shouldn't be watching this.

The thought that had been floating around in his head since he stumbled across her came back in full force after realizing just how close she was. Or-how close she looked like she was. His stance hadn't changed in the past five minutes; he had to tell her. The thought that some stranger might walk past her window and watch her while she was changing or doing something like this made his stomach turn. He realized he was being a hypocrite, but he wanted to blame part of it on being shell-shocked. It wasn't every day something like this happened. But while he knew watching her in a moment of intimacy was bad, watching her come felt like more of a monumental trespass.

As he walked to her door on unsteady legs, he took off his coat and draped it over his arm, trying in vain to cover his erection. Mulder paused while at the doorstep, feeling another wave of arousal rush through him as he heard a few soft, barely suppressed whimpers come from the other side of the door. If he hadn't gone out to get a candy bar, he was sure he never would have suspected the sounds were coming from Scully. They sounded high pitched, desperate, and full of unbridled lust - almost as if her body couldn't contain them.

Raising a sweaty hand, he knocked on the door and heard a soft, breathy 'fuck' come from the other side before hearing her call out, "Just a minute!" Mulder stood stock still, staring intently at the thick coat of paint coating the door. He was struck by the thought of seeing her this up close. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen Scully aroused before. Maybe he had. He hadn't realized she was getting turned on by their conversation earlier, so who knew what else he had missed. But what he did know was that in a few moments, he'd be less than a foot away from a Scully who was on the brink of orgasm.

She whipped open the door after unlocking the deadbolt, and if he hadn't just seen the little show in the window, he'd assume she was sick. There was a sheet of sweat coating her brow, her cheeks were flushed red, and her breath was coming out in shallow pants. He wondered, if he hadn't been looking for it, if he would have noticed the way she was desperately wiping one of her hands on the back of her loosely tied robe.

"What is it Mulder?" she asked, trying hard to suppress her panting, swallowing thickly while trying to appear unbothered.

"I saw you," he murmured lowly, locking eyes with her.

Her mouth dropped open as if to respond, but she was at a loss for words. "W-what?" she stammered.

"Look," he instructed, leaning forward into her personal space and pointing towards the window. He could smell a mixture of sweat and sex on her person, the perfume she'd put on earlier in the day exaggerated from the heat of her body.

She didn't look immediately. Instead, she gasped almost inaudibly and kept her eyes on him as he got closer. When she met his eyes, she followed his finger and he watched as realization dawned in her gaze. "Oh my god," she whispered in horror.

"I just wanted to let you know. I-uh," he paused, unsure how to continue without making her feel bad or making himself look like a pervert. "I didn't mean to see or violate your privacy. I just thought you'd want to know," he explained, still not taking his eyes off her. Her blush looked even darker than before, and he knew she was embarrassed.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"Hey," he prompted, letting his hand fall to his side even though his fingers burned to touch her cheek. He wanted her to see in his eyes how much she shouldn't be sorry.

Mulder waited for a moment, but Scully didn't look up. "You shouldn't apologize. We all do it."

She looked up at him through heavy lashes with a small frown tugging on her lips. "While that may be true, usually one's partner doesn't get a front row seat to it," she murmured.

"Are you mad?" he asked without thinking, prompted by the directness of her words.

"No, I'm embarrassed, Mulder," she proclaimed, raising her voice and meeting his eye. Her focus was glassy and her cheeks were still pink. All the emotions she was feeling barely contained within her small frame. "You just saw me masturbating! Why were you even out there?"

"I was getting a candy bar," he explained. In his rush to answer her, he thoughtlessly raised his arm to show her the candy bar in question, not realizing he exposed his still obvious hard on.

He didn't realize until she didn't respond, then following her gaze to see what she was focused on. Mulder dropped his arm back down, his coat fruitlessly covering his lower half. The movement caused Scully's gaze to flicker back towards his and he immediately noticed there was a shift from embarrassment to curiosity in their depths. "How long were you out there?" she asked measuredly.

"To be honest, I was distracted. Maybe five seconds, maybe ten minutes. I wasn't keeping track," he responded. "I'm sorry," he added in response to her silence.

She just looked at him curiously. He couldn't what she was thinking, but he could tell her mind was racing a mile a minute. Her gaze went from his face to his chest to the parking lot behind him. Then, without warning, she took a step towards him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Mulder's body lurched towards hers, instinctively seeking out her warmth. His arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her to him while his erection pressed into her belly. Without her heels she felt so tiny in his arms, his neck had to crane down to meet her eager lips and he felt like he barely had to open his arms to encase her fully.

His tongue slid against hers with nervous eagerness while her fingernails scraped against the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. She felt like a radiator in his arms and he couldn't believe this was happening. The wind blew behind him and he remembered they were on the threshold of her motel room, so he picked her up from her middle and walked the remaining few feet into her room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

Scully laughed huskily into his mouth before wrapping her legs around his hips, clinging to him while sucking on his bottom lip. He knew if he went deeper into the room, they'd be on display for any person walking around, so he instead pivoted his body around and walked forward so that her back was against the door, keeping them secure in the little anteroom. This position allowed for his erection to grind into her arousal, now exposed from the loosening of the sash around her waist.

He moaned as she squirmed against him, and she took the opportunity to pull back and look at his face. She was panting again, her eyes roaming his expression and drinking in the signs of arousal he'd just enjoyed seeing on her. He swallowed thickly and moved so that his hands were beneath her thighs, helping support her weight more. "While I'm thrilled at this turn of events, I still want to say I'm sorry for watching," he apologized.

She shifted herself on his hips, rubbing herself against him in the effort while she licked her lips. "It's okay. It's you," she whispered, brushing back some of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. He was still digesting her words when she smiled at him and recaptured his lips with her own.

He returned the kiss fervently, bucking into her a few times as he enjoyed the silken sensation of her tongue against his own. Then, he slowly lowered them to the floor, so that she was standing while he kneeled in front of her. He grabbed the sash of her robe and tugged on it so that the flaps fell on either side of her body, revealing her flushed skin to him. He looked up at her to make sure he wasn't over stepping and was glad to see she was biting her lip, looking down at him in complete anticipation of what was to come.

What he wanted to come most of all was her, so he grabbed the back of one of her legs and encouraged her to throw it over his shoulder so that her sex was completly revealed to him. Her folds opened with a slick sound as she glistened in eager desire. Mulder exhaled against her and couldn't help but smile as he watched and felt her whole body shiver, goosebumps rising on her flesh. He heard her ragged breathing pick up before he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her.

It sounded like all the breath was stolen from her lungs as she gasped and thrust against him. He accepted her eagerly, opening his mouth and running the length of his tongue over her slit, plunging it inside her before coming up to circle her clit. "M-Mulder," she whined, sinking a little against the door as if to gain more pressure against his mouth.

He reached up, cupping her ass with his free hand in an attempt to stabilize her as she grabbed his hair. "Ohmygodohmygod," she rambled as he ran his tongue back and forth against her clit with pointed attention. He knew she was close from earlier, and he could tell that was still true as her muscles twitched and quivered under his hands. He felt her arousal spreading down his cheeks and on to his chin while he thrust his tongue into her.

Resuming his attention back up to her clit, he kept up a steady pace for a while as he listened to her breath start to crescendo. He looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see she had been watching him, a look a pure rapture on her face. He squeezed her ass with his hand and pressed her impossibly closer to his face, grinding his tongue against her. He watched as her jaw dropped open and her eyes rolled back, her hips spasmodically undulating against his mouth. "Muldermuldermuldermulder," she chanted while she came, riding out the orgasm as he continued his ministrations. He only stopped when she eased herself up on her shaky leg and put a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at her and smiled at her goofy, sated grin. With a shaky hand, she pushed against his shoulder so that he fell back onto his butt in between her legs. "You're so beautiful," he praised, his eyes greedily roaming the exposed expanse of her body.

With a smile, she pushed her shoulders back so the robe fell down her arms so she could shuck it off, leaving her completely bare in front of him. The erection that had been throbbing since this all started felt like it was threatening to tear through his pants. She fell down onto her knees, straddling his lower thighs as she looked down in between them.

Mulder followed her gaze and saw there was a wet spot on his front, presumably left by their earlier union. She made quick work of undoing his belt and fly while he unbuttoned his shirt. He was throwing his undershirt off when he felt her dainty hand grab his length. "Fuck," he gasped, bucking his hips, and inadvertenly her, upwards.

She exhaled a breathy laugh at his reaction and gently squeezed him again. He grabbed her body and pulled her closer to him so he could place another deep kiss to her lips. Scully wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss in kind, pressing her breasts against his chest with purposeful intent.

Of all the ways he'd pictured this moment, it hadn't been in the alcove of a motel doorway. He wished he could take her to the bed, make it better for her. But from the way she was moaning and squirming in his lap, she didn't seem to mind.

With one hand around her back and the other grabbing her ass, he lifted her slightly so he could put her on her back, grabbing their discarded clothes so he could quickly put the small barrier between the cold tile and her delicate skin. He kept his forearm under her head for cushion and adjusted until he was in between her legs, looming over her.

Her hair fanned over his arm as she looked up at him with a content, excited smirk. He could feel her body heat radiating against his skin and he couldn't believe this was really Scully in his arms. "Is this okay?" he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. This was all so sudden, yet the oddness of it all felt so right.

She smiled at him and nodded, "I want you." It was direct. What would happen after was a mystery right now, but they were too deep to go back now. They'd come this far, they might as well go all the way and figure it out later. He knew they would.

He smiled down at her and kissed her sweetly on the lips. A kiss that he hoped conveyed that this wasn't just necessarily a heat of the moment thing for him. She kissed back before breaking away to smatter another series of kisses across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Then she raised her legs up and shifted her weight, arching her pelvis up against him.

He reached his free hand between them and grabbed himself, gathering some of her wetness before aligning their sexes. "Let me know if you need me to slow down," he rasped as he started easing forward, spreading her apart around his cock while resisting the urge to plunge himself all the way in.

She gasped and was clearly having to use all her strength to keep her eyes open so they could share this moment. The moment where they were finally together. Scully felt incredible and he felt a shiver of pleasure wash over his body in waves as he continued plunging into her inch by inch. He paused once or twice when he felt her body tense up or when he saw her brow furrow in discomfort, but after kissing her for a while, she'd press her heel into his lower back to encourage him.

They continued like that until his balls were pressed against the flesh of her ass, his cock completely sheathed inside her. He bowed his head into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as he enjoyed the equisite torture of being inside her and unable to move. He stayed like that, kissing her shoulder until she started rocking gently underneath him.

He raised himself up and saw her biting her lip as she moved one leg down from his hips, bending it and placing it firmly on the floor so she could help thrust against him. Feeling confident now, he pulled out so that his tip was almost out of her before plunging all the way back in.

"Oh my god!" she moaned, her head falling back as her back arched.

He did that a few more times before finding a vigorous pace they both seemed to like. Mulder tried to make sure his pubic bone was angled in a way that would brush against her clit with every thrust and, by the way her brows her furrowing and her nails were scoring his back, she seemed to enjoy it.

Mulder raised his free hand and started palming her breasts, reveling in the weight of them in his hands and the way they'd bounce when he released them. He shifted himself higher on his knees so that he was almost kneeling again, allowing him to plunge deeper inside of her than he was able to before. "S-Scully," he groaned, her name sounding like a prayer on his lips.

"I-I wanna be on top," she moaned, squirming against him.

With an eager smile, he leaned away from her and fell onto his back. His cock fell out of her only for a moment and he hissed as his sensitive, wet skin was robbed of her warmth and the cool air of the room hit him. But she was quick to straddle him and reach between them, aligning them once more before impaling herself back down onto him.

From this vantage point, he could see all of her. Every muscle in her body as she raised herself up and down, riding him like her life depended on it. His sure felt like it did. Every cell in his body felt like it was on fire for her, anticipating her next move. He probably could have come a long time ago, but he was determined to make her come once again before succumbing to pleasure. He started meeting her thrust for thrust at the same time he began reaching for her clit. It was hard to maintain hold because of her movements, but after a moment he was able to find a groove to place his hand so that he could circle her clit while she ground herself against him.

She started to make those little breathy, panting noises and he suspected she was close. "You feel so good," she groaned, taking a little extra time on that downward thrust to feel him plunge all the way inside her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admitted, watching her bottom lip as she sucked it into her mouth.

Scully released it as she cried out when he thrust into her in rapid succession and he could feel her body starting to lose some of its dexterity. Then, he felt her hand join his as they both touched her while her other hand went up to cup her breast.

"That's it, Scully," he praised while feeling the telltale tightening of his balls.

Luckily for him, he angled his hips to hit her just right and she cried out his name, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice as he came. He kept burying himself inside her, thrusting upwards to help them both ride out their orgasms, not caring how their joined orgasms started leaking out of her and pooling in between them with each thrust.

Eventually, like last time, Scully grabbed his hand with her own and he knew she was too oversensitized for his touch. He eased up the movement of his hips too until they came to a resting halt. The only sound in the room now was that of their mingled heavy breathing. Scully looked down at him with sated eyes, smiling at him before falling down onto his body and nuzzling herself against him. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed one of his hands up and down her back soothingly, enjoying the feeling of having his own Scully-blanket covering him.

They stayed like that for quite a while, neither of them saying anything until Mulder eventually spoke up. "I was actually trying to convince myself to lay off the candy bars. I'm so glad I didn't," he joked lamely.

He knew it wasn't his best, but he was concerned when she didn't say anything at all. "Scully?" he prompted, leaning away to look at her. He felt his heart tighten when he saw she'd fallen asleep on top of him.

With as much ease as he could, he got up while carrying her, and walked them over to the bed, turning off the lamp as he passed. For a moment he considered going back to his own room, not wanting to push her too far by overstaying his welcome. But a tiny hand grabbing at his own told him this was a welcome change.

He slid under the motel comforter with her as they lay facing each other. Her eyelids barely cracked open, only revealing enough of her eyes to allow her to find his hand and grab it again with her own, bringing it close to her bare chest so she could hug it against herself.

Doing her one better, he shifted on his hip so that he was almost flush to her, entangling their legs while he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her closer to him. "G'night, Muller," her sleepy voice mumbled against his chest.

"Good night, Scully," he whispered back, watching the moonlight stream from behind the curtains and illuminate her once again.

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10. National Military Spouse Appreciation Day

The first night they slept together, Tony was expecting to wake up alone. He had met the blond hunk of a man in a bar the night before and it had been pretty obvious that they’d both just been after a little bit of drunken companionship. So when he did, stretched out in his big bed on his own with a delicious ache between his thighs and the sunlight streaming in through the tiny gap in the heavy curtains, it wasn’t really a shock.

What was a surprise was the folded letter left on his pillow next to his head. That he really hadn’t been expecting, not in the slightest. He reached for it, curling back into his pillow as he opened it, a wide yawn cracking his jaw.

Upon reading it, Tony realised that it was an apology note, which was just crazy. Tony didn’t even know where the man had found a pen and a clearly non-scrap piece of paper from in his house. But clearly he had, writing a short note and leaving it next to Tony’s head like a proper gent.

Tony,

I’m sorry I have to leave. I forgot I had promised to meet my brother for brunch. He always gets pissy if I’m late – we don’t get to see each other much. I didn’t want to run out on you, I swear. I’m sorry. I’m leaving my number – I really hope you use it, I had a lot of fun with you.

Steve.

Tony couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face at that. How old fashioned of him.

He had gotten a lot of letters since then. There had been something about that first one that had made Tony take Steve up on his offer and use his number. Of course, the memories of their shared night and Steve’s amazing body had helped influence that decision, but that letter had really been something special. Not many of Tony’s partners had ever bothered to make contact after they’d gotten what they wanted and Tony had never felt that warmth bloom in his chest before. He hadn’t even waited the socially-accepted three days before he had picked up his phone and sent off a text, hoping that it really was Steve’s number and not just a long-winded practical joke.

It had been the real deal and one thing had led to another very quickly. After their first date, Tony had been left another short note:

Tony,

I had a lot of fun last night. Thank you again for dinner, though it’s definitely my treat next time.

See you tomorrow?

Steve :)

There was one after the next night they spent together:

Tony,

You were even better than I remembered. I wasn’t sure that was possible; I’d sort of convinced myself that I had made up just how amazing in bed you are. Glad to know that isn’t the case.

Steve xxxx

Tony had laughed when he had picked that one up and read it, the sounds of Steve singing in his shower making the perfect accompaniment.

Steve had even written a little note for Tony at work one day. It had been a Monday morning, dark and dreary with the threat of a thunderstorm, and Tony had hated the thought of being anywhere but his bed. He had pouted and moaned all morning about having to go into the office until Steve had kissed him sweetly and promised to meet him for lunch. Tony had played his face in the car all the way to work and dragged his feet walking in, knowing that the pile of paperwork on his desk would haven be touching the ceiling. Even the thought of Steve’s bright smile at lunch hadn’t helped to improve his mood.

However, his day had brightened immeasurably when his assistant had handed him a bouquet of lilies and a folded up note.

Sweetheart,

Saw these and couldn’t resist the thought of sending them to brighten up your morning. I really hope they work.

Can’t wait to see you next week and celebrate our anniversary. Five months with you seems like a dream.

Yours,

Steve x //

“Hey.”

Steve looked up when Tony finally arrived at the restaurant and his face broke into a wide smile. “Hi.”

“Bet you thought I wasn’t coming, didn’t you?”

Steve shook his head, ever the gentleman. “Of course not.”

It was said with such conviction that Tony felt something warm bloom in his chest. “Well,” he said, a little thrown, “good. I was just running a little late.”

Steve gestured for Tony to sit down and reached for the bottle of wine on the table to pour Tony a glass. He handed it over once Tony was settled, their fingers brushing softly. “How was your day?”

“Ugh,” Tony said as he took a sip of his drink, lifting his glass in a small salute. “Busy. How was yours?”

That didn’t get an answer and Tony’s brow furrowed. “Steve?”

Steve sighed and dropped his gaze down to his plate, reaching out to fiddle with the edge of the cloth napkin in front of him. “I got a call today.”

Tony waited patiently as Steve took a moment to collect himself. “I’m being called up.”

“What?”

The horror that Tony suddenly felt was audible in his tone and Steve sighed. “I know. My troop is being called back into active service. We’ve been out for a few years, but, I don’t know too much at the moment. Just that we’ve been called up. It’s pretty, well, it’s… it’s bad, Tony.”

Tony swallowed, running his fingers up and down the stem of his wine glass for something to do. “Well. That’s... yeah. When?”

“Two weeks.”

“Wow.” That was bad. Tony worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, trying not to let his panic show on his face, before he spoke again. “Where are you going?”

Steve looked up and held Tony’s apprehensive gaze. “I don’t know yet. I’d tell you if I did, I swear. I don’t know how long I’ll be there or how–”

“Hey, don’t.” Tony smiled, though a little sadly, and reached out across the table. Steve met him in the middle immediately and tangled their fingers together. “I’m going to miss you. So much.”

“I was, um, well – I thought you maybe... I mean only if you want, I...”

Tony laughed kindly, lowly, and squeezed Steve’s fingers. “Just ask what you want, Steve.”

Steve took a deep breath and stared deep into Tony’s eyes. “I wondered if you would write to me when I go.”

Though his words left his mouth in a jumble, Tony heard them clearly. His smile stayed on his face as he slid his fingers up to circle Steve’s wrist.

“Sure, Captain, I’d love to.”

Tony hated writing. He really hated it. He hated everything about it, from the lack of ability to make mistakes to having to use a pen and paper. It was so awkward, as well, to hold a one-sided conversation and then not to be able to see the recipient’s reaction.

He felt like such an idiot, sitting down on the couch with a pad he’d stolen from Rhodey and a pen he’d dug out of his junk drawer in the kitchen.

How was he meant to start? How much was Steve going to want to hear about? Any anecdotes that Tony had were never going to come across in the same way once they’d been written down and any strong emotions that Tony had would have left him by the time his letter had travelled to where the hell Steve was and he’d be feeling something else. They’d take so long to get there that Tony would have forgotten what he’d even said by the time that Steve’s reply came through.

It was a nightmare and Tony couldn’t think of a single good reason for why he should write to Steve.

Except that it was Steve.

And letter writing was the only way to communicate with the man that Tony was dangerously close to falling in love with.

“What if we don’t have anything to talk about?”

There was a long paused followed by a loud groan. “Tony, it’s 3am.”

Whoops. Tony checked his watch and winced. “Okay, that’s on me. Were you asleep?”

Another groan, this time accompanied by the rustled of bedsheets. “Yes, Tony. I was. Like people usually are at 3am.”

“Again, that’s on me. But I need your help.”

“No,” Rhodey’s whine was muffled and Tony tapped his foot impatiently.

“Come on, Rhodes. Please, please, please.”

“Okay, okay. I’m up, I’m here,” Rhodey muttered, always one to give into Tony. “What do you want?”

Tony sighed in relief. “What if we have nothing to talk about?”

There was another pause.

“You rang me?” Rhodey said in confusion, accusation colouring his tone. “And you’re saying you have nothing to talk about?”

“What? No, you idiot, not you and me. Me and Steve. I get to call him tomorrow. Well, today, I guess by now. It’s our first video call since he’s gone. What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“Tony, I–”

“I mean it,” Tony barrelled on, fingers rubbing over his lips nervously. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. What if it’s all different? What if he and I were never compatible at all and that just becomes apparent when we actually get to see each other? Letter writing is a different ballgame to having an actually conversation. I don’t know if I can do this, Rhodey. I really don’t.”

“Hey, hey, calm down. My brain isn’t awake enough for this level of panic.” Tony listened to a soft click of a light-switch and a small groan. “Things are going to be fine, Tones. You know they are. This is Steve, right? Your Steve. As soon as you see him, it will all come flooding back.”

Tony gave a tiny smile at that and his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. “Right. My Steve.”

“Exactly.” Rhodey yawned and his next words came out jumbled. “It’s all going to be okay, isn’t it? Tony? Tony, are you there?”

The only answer was a soft bump as Tony’s phone slid from his sleepy grasp and fell to the floor.

“Goodnight, Tones. Good luck.”

// “Christ, you look good.”

The words were out of Tony’s mouth before he really registered anything else. Steve let out a startled laugh, a delicious blush staining his tanned cheeks.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart. You look beautiful yourself.”

“No, I mean it.” The words were there now, Tony might as well lean into it. “I haven’t seen you like this before.”

Steve looked down at himself for a second before he lifted his gaze back to the laptop screen. “No, I don’t think you have.”

“I could get used to it.” Tony smiled and leant back in his chair, focusing on the joy at seeing Steve again and not the pain at being so far away from him. “All tanned and in uniform. Just how I like my men.”

Steve’s laugh was louder than Tony had ever heard it and it warmed his heart. It hadn’t even been that funny, which either meant that Steve was desperate for conversation or he just liked to laugh at Tony. Either way, it was a wonderful sound and Tony’s cheeks started to hurt with the strength of his grin.

Though Steve’s face was grainy in the small picture, that was his smile alright. “I miss you,” he said and Tony’s expression dropped a little.

“I miss you too. How are you? Or is that a stupid question?”

Steve’s smile softened and he shook his head. “Of course it isn’t. We’re okay; we’re all doing fine.”

Tony wanted to say more, but he bit his tongue and stayed quiet. If Steve said he was fine, then he was fine. Who was Tony to contradict that?

“Good,” was what he said instead. His eyes raked over Steve’s face, unconsciously looking for anything that was different since Tony had last gotten to look at him. “So, how’s the food?”

Steve burst out laughing again, his head thrown back as his chuckles echoed around his tent. Tony would have been embarrassed at his blurted and insensitive question, but if it made Steve laugh like that, Tony would ask again and again.

“The food could be better,” Steve admitted, his eyes twinkling and his teeth on full show, “but I’m surviving. And the thought of a proper meal back home is keeping me going.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony took a sip of his coffee and licked his lips. He was starting to relax a little more, nerves leaving him now that he and Steve had settled back into their usual banter. “What would you have?”

“A takeaway pizza.”

“What?” Tony cried indignantly, offended on a lot of levels. “Of all the cuisines, all the restaurants in our city alone, never mind the state, not even the country, Steve, and you’d go for a takeaway pizza! Why?”

“Because I can’t eat at a restaurant in bed with you.”

That shut Tony up, his mouth snapping shut as his cheeks flushed darkly. God, but Steve had an effect on him that no other had ever achieved. “Oh. Well. In that case, that’s a good reason. Takeaway it is.”

They lapsed into silence for a moment where they just smiled softly, drinking in the sight of the other eagerly. The clocks in both of their backgrounds ticked ominously, mockingly, reminding them of their short time left with each other.

“How long?”

Steve sighed and Tony felt something twist inside of him. Damn him for ruining such a wonderful moment with his big mouth.

“Not long,” Steve promised. “Our tour should end in three or four months, and then we’ll head back to base. I can’t promise a date.”

Tony shook his head and dropped his chin onto his hand. “I know. It was stupid of me to ask.”

“No, it wasn’t. I wish I could tell you. I wish I could say ‘tomorrow’ and be on the first flight out.”

Tony smiled even as he felt like crying. “I wish you could too, but it’s okay. I have your letters. And you’re getting mine, yes?”

Steve’s smile made Tony’s heart thump in his chest. It was so fond, his eyes so imploring and his face completely free of frowning wrinkles. “Yes. The war isn’t so bad when you have a letter to look forward to.”

“Wow.”

Tony turned at Rhodey’s voice.

“What?”

Rhodey pointed to the middle shelf on the bookcase that was stuffed full of envelopes. “That is a lot fuller than when I was here last.”

Tony’s cheeks coloured a little and he nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat and walked over to join Rhodey, his eyes firmly on the shelf. “We’ve been sending more and more. They take about five weeks to get there from here and even longer from him to me, so we started writing more and more. We write almost every day now. Even if they aren’t going to get there for months, we write anyway.”

When Rhodey didn’t answer, Tony looked over to him. Rhodey was staring back at Tony, his smile so wide and so happy that Tony had to look away.

“What?” he mumbled when he still felt Rhodey’s eyes on the side of his head.

“Nothing,” Rhodey shrugged innocently and finally turned away, though his smile could be heard in his voice.

Tony crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “He’s nice.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Rhodey replied with a smile.

“I like him.”

“Good for you. I’m happy for you, Tones.”

Tony sighed deeply and dropped down onto the couch behind him, rubbing his hand over his face. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt like spilling his guts, but that’s where he was. “I really like him, Rhodey. Like, really like him.”

Rhodey smiled as he sat down next to Tony. He lay a hand on Tony’s arm reassuringly and squeezed lightly. “That’s a good thing, Tones. You’re meant to like the guy you’ve been dating for a year.”

“He hasn’t even been here for that year, though,” Tony cut in, his eyes wandering back over to the bulging bookshelf. There were so many letters; Tony needed to clear out a second shelf. “Most of, well, nearly our entire relationship has been through letters, not face to face conversations. The only time I see him is when he’s allowed to video call – but that’s pretty rare. And grainy, inaudible, and watched closely at that. I don’t even know where he is half the time. Is that actually called dating?”

“It’s okay to be scared, Tony. That’s normal in relationships. Encouraged, actually.”

Tony scoffed. “No, what’s normal is to be scared that you’re going to mess up or that someone else will turn their head. I don’t think it’s normal to be scared that your boyfriend will die before you can kiss him again, or that he could be lying in some desert and you’d never know. It’s not even normal to worry that when you finally get together in person it will be awkward as hell. I just – ugh, I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve got this,” Rhodey said, ever calm and not giving into Tony’s panic. “When he’s here, you’ll see that everything will be exactly like it was before he went.”

“Yeah? You think I can do this?”

“Of course you can, you idiot. It’s Steve.”

“Right.” Tony sniffed and looked over at Rhodey with a lopsided smile. “Drink?”

A month. It had been one whole month. Tony was doing his level best to keep calm and not allow himself to freak out and think the worst, but with each letter-less day it was getting harder and harder. The rational side of his brain told him that Steve was probably busy. People in the military often were, after all. He probably didn’t have the time to sit down and write letters to Tony, that was all it was.

Steve was probably out on a mission. A harmless, information-gathering mission, of course. Or he was back at base, scribbling away in reply to all of Tony’s letters that had just been held somewhere and then all arrived at once.

Steve was fine. Tony knew that.

Only he didn’t actually know that, though, did he? For all he knew, Steve could be dead. Long dead, at that. And how would Tony ever know? Because in the eyes of the law, he was nothing. They hadn’t been together that long before Steve had gone, not officially anyway. Half of Steve’s team probably didn’t know they were together, so who would ever tell him that Steve wasn’t coming home?

How would Tony ever know?

“You could send them, you know.”

Tony swallowed his mouthful of chicken before he viciously stabbed another piece with his chopstick. He didn’t need to look up from his Thai to know what Rhodey was talking about.

“They’d be there for him when he gets back to base. Give him something to do when he makes it back.”

“Or they’ll be thrown away because they don’t have a–,” Tony cut himself off and shoved another large mouth of food into his face, glaring down at the takeaway pot as though it had offended him.

Rhodey sighed as he took his own bite, a much smaller one. “You don’t know he’s gone, Tones. You’d have heard by now.”

“From who? How? Tell me how, Rhodes, please tell me. Because I’m going out of my fucking mind.”

“I know. I know you are.” The compassion in Rhodey’s tone was almost too much for Tony to bear. At least it wasn’t pity, because Tony really might have lost it. “But they’d have told you. Someone would know who Steve wrote to – they’d have to.” Rhodey took a deep breath and looked over to Tony. “Just like they did when it was me.”

Tony shuddered and threw down his takeaway container. He had been doing so well at keeping himself together and that memory out of his head. It was quite frankly the last thing he needed and it pushed him very near to the edge of freaking out. He didn’t want to think about the time he’d nearly lost Rhodey, because that was dangerously close to admitting that he could lose Steve now as well.

“I can’t,” Tony swallowed harshly and twisted his fingers together, skin going white as he bent them. “Rhodes, I can’t. I did it once and I can’t. I can’t get that call again. I just can’t.”

“I know.” Rhodey set down his own food and shuffled closer, his hand going to rest on Tony’s back. “And you won’t have to. Send the letters, Tones. He’ll love them. When he gets back to base, he’ll love them.”

Tony sniffed and reached for his food again, grabbing a piece of chicken with his fingers and biting it in half, offering the other piece up to his friend. “Of course he would. I’m a fucking comic.”

“That you are.” Rhodey laughed ever so slightly. “So send them to him.”

There were a lot of letters stacked up. For all that Tony hated the form of communication, he’d managed to write a lot in the month since he’d last heard from Steve. He had gotten into the habit of writing and sending a letter every couple of days. Though it was hard to keep track of questions and conversations as they often arrived out of order, it meant that they each received a letter every four or five days.

It kept Tony going, made the time apart seem easier. Whenever they had the rare chance to video call, they caught each other up on which order the letters should have been in or go over gaping holes missed in conversations.

He couldn’t send these ones, though. Even without getting answers, Tony had stuck to his routine of writing letters every few days. He’d ended up with a pile of over twenty letters now. He dreaded to think what half of them said; too many of them had been written when Tony had been half-asleep or far too emotional, but now all of his thoughts were transcribed on a page in black and white.

He could throw them all away. It would be so easy to just bin them and never have his deepest thoughts seen again, but Tony couldn’t bring himself to do that.

Those letters were Steve’s. Every single one of them, just like the feelings behind them and the heart of their author, belonged to Steve. Whether or not Steve would ever return to read them, they were his.

/////

The doorbell ringing at twenty to one in the morning never meant anything good. In fact, it usually meant something terrible. That thought settled itself in Tony’s stomach as he padded to the door. He was resigned to it by now.

Someone was coming to tell him something dreadful, whether Tony was ready to hear it or not.

However, what Tony was definitely not expecting when he opened the door was Steve. His Steve. A bruised version of Steve leaning heavily on a man that Tony dimly recognised from photos, but it was his Steve nonetheless.

There was a long beat of silence as Tony blinked in shock, eyes fixed on Steve’s face. He didn’t dare to believe what he could see in front of him.

That was until Steve’s face split into a soft smile.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said in a hoarse voice, “I’m home.”

Steve,

It’s been seven months since I’ve seen you. It’s been, I don’t even know, about seven weeks since I heard from you, I guess.

I miss you. I really fucking do. It’s stupid, but I wish you were here. Selfishly, I hope you wish you were here too. Does that make sense? I think I’m losing my mind here. I haven’t slept in a while.

Fuck, but I hope you’re safe, Steve. Even if this silence is just that you’ve grown tired of our writing, tired of me. Please tell me you’re okay, that all of you are okay. I know you can’t tell me where you are or what you’re doing, but please send me something.

I’ve never felt this way before. It’s unnerving and if you were here I’d smack you for doing this to me.

Come home, Steve. Please. Just come home. You need to be safe. We were going to do so much. You’ve survived so much already; I know you have. Some of your letters have given me nightmares, so I know what you’ve survived. You have to come home. You just do. You don’t get a choice, okay?

Because I – fuck it. I love you. I really, really fucking love you. I want you to read this and roll your eyes like you pretend you never do. I want you to moan about my bad language and then swear just as much back at me when we talk on the phone.

I love you, Steve, and I really hope you’re safe.

Yours,

Tony.

“I see you found them, then.”

Steve startled and Tony couldn’t help his small smile. As he entered the living room and dropped down onto the floor next to Steve, he stifled a yawn behind his hand.

“Sorry,” Steve rushed out. “I hadn’t meant to snoop, but I saw my name on the top of the pile and then on another and… you wrote me all of these?”

Tony nodded, an arm curling around one bent knee as he leant back against the couch leg. “Yeah. Thought about sending them, but I wasn’t sure where they’d end up. I didn’t want anyone else to read them.”

Steve shuddered next to him and Tony closed his eyes when an arm curled around his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

“For leaving me alone in bed?” Tony sniffed and leant further into Steve’s side. “You should be.”

There was a wet chuckle before Tony felt a kiss dropped to his head.

“Of course. But for the rest of it, as well. I wanted you to know, wanted to tell you everything. I was writing to you when we got the command.”

“Don’t.” Tony turned his head enough to press his lips to Steve’s clothed shoulder. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I need to.”

Tony squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself to breathe. He had to be calm for Steve, but he really wasn’t sure he could listen to Steve’s story. Tony wasn’t naïve and he wasn’t under any illusions about what Steve had been doing, but seeing his boyfriend covered in bandages and bruises was telling enough. He didn’t want to have to hear about it first-hand.

That being said, it was so much worse for Steve and Tony had to be the bigger person, to put Steve’s needs in front of his own wants.

“I knew we were going somewhere,” Steve said after a moment, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on Tony’s arm, “but none of us knew where exactly, or when. It started late in the evening. Everyone had gone off for the night, winding down. I was writing to you and I was just about to sign off with a warning that I would be heading off soon-ish when the call came. We had, I had to go immediately. Your letter, I just left it. I left it and I went.”

Tony lifted his hand to squeeze Steve’s knee, blindly mindful of his bad leg and bandages. “It’s okay, Steve, It’s all okay. You’re not there now. You’re here with me, here at home.”

Steve’s arm tightened even more around his shoulder, fingers biting in almost enough to hurt. Grounding, that’s what it was. A reminder for both of them. A promise.

“Must have been weeks. I can’t tell you,” not that Tony wanted to hear it anyway, “but it all began to blur. And then…” Steve broke off and Tony shut his eyes even tighter, knowing what was coming.

“Steve–”

“They knew. Maybe they’d always known, but they were suddenly there. An ambush, I guess. I don’t know. Don’t know how it happened or what happened, really. I went into autopilot mode. Fight for survival. I can’t remember much after that. It’s spotty, you know? Flashes of memories. Hospitals, faces. I remember helicopters and shouting, gunfire and pain. And then I was back on American soil.”

Steve took a breath and Tony pressed another kiss to soft, worn fabric. He breathed in deeply, loving that he was finally smelling Steve after so long. After everything, his scent hadn’t changed.

“Buck filled me in on most of what happened. Hospital-wise, that is. Surgeries and–”

“Oh, God, Steve.” Tony hadn’t really realised that he’d spoken until he felt a shaking hand at the back of his head and a soft kiss fall on his hair.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to abandon you.”

Tony huffed a weak laugh, but didn’t move away. “Only you could apologise for being hurt in the line of duty. I’m not mad, you idiot. I’m grateful. Relieved. Thankful. I’m not really sure what I am the moment, except tired and so fucking happy that I have you.”

“Me too, sweetheart. I missed you so much.” Without putting down the letter still in his hand, Steve wrapped his other arm around Tony, embracing him fully. “Whenever I let myself take a break, it was you that I imagined. Wondered what you’d be doing, whether or not you’d given up on me, written me off.”

Tony snorted into Steve’s armpit. “Pun intended?”

Steve joined his laughter, but when he spoke again his voice was choked. “I’m not leaving again, I promise. My contract is definitely finished this time. Especially since my stint in hospital, there’s no way they can call me back up. I’m home.” He exhaled shakily into Tony’s hair and Tony’s fingers clenched in anticipation. “If you’ll have me, then I’m home.”

“If I’ll–? You’re never going anywhere again; you hear me?” Tony finally moved his other arm, curling it around Steve’s waist. He let out a long breath as he felt his body relax again, more than ready to fall back to sleep.

Tony yawned as he drifted back awake. A quick squint through bleary eyes showed him that Steve was still methodically reading through each of his letters. Before he could ask how far through they were, Tony gave a wince; his bum had definitely fallen asleep after sitting on the hard floor for so long.

Despite the numbness of his legs and arse, Tony had no intention of moving ever again, stupidly content curled up against Steve. Watching Steve read the letters, keeping his eyes on Steve’s face instead of the words scrawled on the pages, was a great entertainment and Tony had never felt his heart so full before.

Sheets of paper littered the floor, but Steve had kept them all perfectly in order. He had been treating each one like a precious, historical artefact instead of the ramblings of a lonely man.

“Fuck,” Tony breathed when Steve laughed out loud at something Tony couldn’t remember writing, “but I missed you.”

“And I you,” Steve said before he let out a loud hiss and doubled over.

“Shit!” Tony wrenched himself away from Steve and stared down in horror. “Steve, what – are you okay? Steve?”

Steve’s face was still screwed up in pain but he reached for Tony’s wrist. “I’m okay, I’m okay. I just, oh ouch, I just–”

“Bed,” Tony cut in, a firmness to his tone that he rarely heard himself use. “You need to get into bed and I’ll bring you your meds. Come here, babe, take my arm. That’s it, that’s right. You’ve got it, Steve, you’re okay.”

When they were stood up, Steve leaning heaving on Tony for support, Steve lifted a hand – trying valiantly to hide another deep wince – and cupped Tony’s cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You shouldn’t have to–”

“Shush,” Tony said, wrapping his arm more securely around Steve’s waist. “Now that you’re finally home, I’m going to glue you to my side.”

Steve pressed a kiss to Tony’s cheek. “Sounds perfect.”

Tony groaned as he woke up slowly. He reached out automatically, frowning and opening his eyes when his arm fell flat onto the bed instead of onto Steve. Without getting up, Tony felt around to see how cold the empty space was to try and work out whether Steve had been gone for a while. Before he got his answer, his fingers made contact with a single sheet of paper and his brow furrowed even further.

A laugh bubbled up in Tony’s throat when he realised what it was and he propped himself up onto his pillow to focus on reading whatever it was that Steve had left him that morning.

The old sap hadn’t gotten over his love of note-writing, no matter how long he’d been back at home.

Morning, gorgeous,

I nearly didn’t get up this morning because you were so beautiful that it was physically painful to drag myself away.

You might wonder why I’m writing this note. It was just to tell you that these past few months have been the best of my life. I have never felt this way before and I know that I never want to be away from you again.

Now that I’m home, I am never leaving you, not for a single minute.

Other than getting up a little early to make you breakfast, of course.

So, when you wake up and see this, please come and join me downstairs. There’s an everything-bagel waiting for you and a ring.

Because, Tony Stark, I want to marry you. I want to be yours forever and never have to resort to letter writing ever again.

Be mine, my darling. Marry me?

#I wrote a thing #a may medley #stony fic #stony fic rec #stevetony fic #stevetony fic rec #okay this is really long #that's on me #i'm sorry #Steve Rogers #tony stark #rhodey #stony au #soldier steve rogers

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bonesthebeloved · 5 years ago

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I'll write you bloody murder- intrulogical

Trigger/squick warning: mention of murder, blood, bullet wounds, surgeries (sort of).

Pairing: Romantic Intrulogical (they're married Y'all. Hell yeah)

Based on one of this prompt @chronophobica: 'Logan and Remus doing the serial killer and writer married couple trope.'

Hope you like it bud.

The little black bar on his screen flickered in and out of existence as Remus stared at the half-done page typed out on his laptop.

He was about halfway through the rough draft of his most recent horror novel and was just starting on the description of a rather graphic scene when he suddenly got stuck mid-sentence describing where the poor victim got slashed with a hunters knife.

He shuffled around in his chair, the thing a dark green colour clashing dramatically with the neon pink sleeping shirt he was currently wearing.

The apartment they lived in was small but cosy. Plants and soft chairs filled the livingroom. The large, jet-black couch and oak slab they used as a coffee table the centrepieces of the comfortable living space. The oak currently holding various notebooks, pens and cans of red bull on it, his coffee mug balancing dangerously on one of the armrests.

"Logibear?" he shouted into the quiet space, taking his eyes off his laptop too instead focus on the black ring around his finger. Twisting it around and feeling the words edged into the metal under his fingertips.

A few moments of silence and Logan's cool voice came floating back towards him.

"Yes, my love?"

Remus grinned at the pet name. He'd never get used to that. Logan, who as always so cool and collected and would be described as cold by an outsider having a pet name for him made him all mushy inside as if it was the first time he'd heard it.

He shook himself. Focusing on why he'd called out for his husband.

"What's the most painful place to get stabbed that wouldn't leave any lasting damage?"

"The lateral lower quadrants of the abdomen I believe. Both left and right upper quadrants have vital organs or veins that could be harmed if the victim got stabbed in that general area," Logan answered quickly. Casually. As if they were talking about the weather instead of where to best stab a person.

But then again. Remus didn't mind. Even more so he was happy that his husband knew all of these strange facts because it made it a lot easier to write out gory scenes.

He'd never wondered why his husband knew so much about murdering and torturing people. Or why he knew exactly how many organs a human could lose before their body gave up completely.

He was a medical professional after all. He was supposed to know these things.

Even if his loves fascination with killing rather than saving lives was a bit worrying at times, Remus didn't blame him. Would be hypocritical to do so even.

He was a writer after all.

Logan working in the medic field also explained why he sometimes came home late smelling like fresh blood while his eyes twinkled with something close to insanity.

It explained why the car was always spotless when he'd come back from long days or weeks even where he had to be present at the hospital.

What it didn't explain, was why Remus had found blood splatters on his regular clothing when he'd put them in the washer.

But he hadn't cared as much back then. Simply shrugged and thrown them in the washer. Having convinced himself that he must've imagined it by the time he'd gotten into bed and wrapped his arms around his love, nuzzling his face into the back of Logan's neck and breathing in the scent of home. Of wood and chlorine and the newly added blood smell. Of safe and slightly worried.

And when months flew by and Remus published his new book, itching all over when he had to put on a suit and tie and sign books and be nice to people, Logan had sat beside him, button-up as pristine as ever and his hand with the pure black band around his ring finger laced loosely with Remus his own.

And when a man who had been standing in line to get an autograph had cussed him out when he saw him next to his husband, Logan had excused himself. Saying he needed to go to the bathroom and walking away. Making Remus watch as he walked right past the bathrooms and followed the man further into the bookstore.

And when Remus heard about another murder on the news and saw the man's face pop up he'd ignored it. Shrugging off that particular feeling he couldn't quite place that had been growing ever since he'd noticed the first bloodstains on his husband's shoe and going about his day.

Shrugging off the cold shiver that ran down his spine when he found a little sticky note with the dead man's name and address on it under the couch. The thing probably having fallen out of Logan's calendar the day before when he'd come back late from work with that strange look in his eyes and a red smear across his cheek that he swore was jam before he'd gone to the bathroom to wash it off.

They laid in bed that night like always:

Remus in his briefs plastered against his husbands sleep-shirt covered back and face nuzzled into the back of his neck. Logan was completely lax with his hand covering Remus' own that were resting on his abdomen. Their rings clicking together when one of them shifted.

And deep in the night, when Remus wasn't even quite sure if he was awake anymore or simply dreaming, he looked at the back of his husband's neck and dared to ask.

"Did you kill him, Lo?"

And Remus would convince himself that he had been dreaming it. Starting on a new book and buying him and Logan a puppy for their anniversary. The setting of the fire alarm with his attempts at cooking and throwing clothes with the tiniest of blood splatters in the washing machine while acting like he hadn't seen the red splash.

Like his husband coming back from work a bit too late and a bit too happy while smelling of fresh blood as he kissed him hello was something normal. Like knowing exactly which veins to hit and how long it would take for the victim to bleed out was part of the job.

"I killed all of them." Logan had whispered back. And Remus had only hummed in response and wrapped his arms around his partner a little tighter. Intertwining their hands as their wedding bands clicked together and deciding right then and there that this had not actually happened.

And when the police were called on him because his novels were a bit too graphic and descriptive to be totally innocent he had sighed and let them look around his apartment. Dutifully telling them that his roommate had moved out a few months ago and giving Logan a strained smile and a kiss when he came back a few weeks later, blood on his shoes and a few scratches from where one of his victims had struggled on his left arm.

And he hadn't said anything when the new announced that bits of skin and tissue had been found under a victims nails and that they were scanning for DNA results.

And he'd stood in the middle of their apartment as they barged through the door. Logan whispering an I love you before three shots rang out and Remus realised that two of them had hit his love, one nestling itself right between his eyes.

The third had hurried through Remus his own body and shot out on the other side. Getting stuck in the plaster wall dividing their living room and bedroom.

He was vaguely aware of crawling towards his love lying still on the floor. The look of shock from when the first bullet had pierced his leg clear on his face. The bullet hole between his eyes seeming laughably small compared to the exit wound.

Remus was vaguely aware of making a joke he'd had one of his characters make when they had been shot as the special unit surrounded the two men on the floor and pointed their guns at them.

He was vaguely aware of the hilarity of it all. Laughing to show his amusement and getting another bullet through the leg as a reaction. But he laughed. The shock already having dulled the pain as he sat next to his husband. Hands intertwined and their rings clicking together as Remus thoughts about how they ought to have missed the lateral lower quadrants of the abdomen and hit something else that could be fatal right before he lost his balance and his body came falling down onto the floor.

An inch before his head hit the floor he was gone.

And the news report that morning went as followed: serial killer Logan Sanders and novelist Remus Sanders shot and killed when the authorities had come to collect them. The later was believed to have helped with the brutal murder of the 37 victims his partner had tortured and killed.

Though this claim would never be proven, the people had accepted it as a fact and millions of the author's books were thrown away or burned that day. Some people keeping theirs, looking at them with new eyes and telling a guest that came over about how 'these are the books of a murderer.'

Remus Sanders his last published book wasn't written by him but rather by a woman who had done excessive research on his case. Documenting his life and the way he'd fallen in love with a serial killer. How they came to be partners in the most horrid of crimes and the bitter end of this tragic love story. The victims of his husband and how the two behaved so elegantly at family dinners.

The book starts with the following sentence:

'The little black bar on his screen flickered in and out of existence as Remus stared at the half-done page typed out on his laptop'.

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 4 years ago

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Give it a second and a Birds eye view.

Sirius opens his eyes tangled in someone’s sheets and head pounding with a hangover again. He feels like he did when he ran with Remus as the war was building. Exhausted, Stressed and Soreness in every muscle. But there’s no James or Lupin to shove off the bed and roughhouse the aches away with. The aches and pains are different these days, not just bruises or sore muscles but the deep aches in his chest that have been there since they’ve died, he doesn't remember what it's like not to carry that anymore.

He should stop sleeping with Sniveling snape, the man was a greaseball anyways. Sirius rarely stayed the night with him. Only when he was too drunk to floo home really. It probably wasn’t healthy and he was working on that. Being in a healthier mindset and making better choices. He promised Harry, after the last fight they had.

Severus groans behind him ,drawing the ex-felons attention,and he feels the sneer on his face forming before he frowns instead. Severus sounds like he’s in actual pain, He might be for all that Sirus remembers.

What he does with the greasy git is nothing like his past hookups or one night stands. Too much fighting for that. Not that he had ever complained or asked Sirius to be gentler. Him and Lupin, well they’d had a roll once or twice but then he’d gone to Azkaban and come back to Lupin all but married. To say nothing of himself or the state he’d been in, not fit for relationships or old flames had been an understatement he snorted at himself.

His head is screaming at him, the sunlight streaming in from a window is making it so much worse. Fucker probably left it open knowing he could kick Sirius out that much sooner. It normally has blackout curtains over it, he’s pretty sure. He glances at Snape as he's searching for his pants to leave and there’s, was he that rough? Or did Severus bruise easily, pale people bruise easier right?

Sirus wracks his brain as he stares in horror at his infrequent bedmate. He stops the search for his trousers as he squints through his hangover at the other male in the bed.

Fuck when’s the last time he saw Severus outside of a grimy bar or alley? He gulps as he remembers the time before this, they didn't even make it to an alley that night, too drunk and too desperate to get in each other's trousers to really mind and well, it's not like Sirius had been the one on his knees that night. He wouldn’t do this to anyone else. Seeing Severus now with sunlight making his eyes scream in pain concerns him though. Maybe he wasn’t doing as good as he thought he had been.

Severus is bruised to hell and back that's not him, he’s never bruised anyone. Sirius is just pale. That's it. And there’s deep bags under his eyes to match the hickeys decorating his throat. Severus is still asleep and he turns onto his stomach, chasing the warmth Sirius left there. Putting the knobs of his spine on display and it strikes him how thin he is. Snape’s always been thin though, not muscular or toned like Himself or Remus always have been.

There's a voice that sounds like Harry, reminding him that people in distress often stop taking care of themselves. Maybe Snape liked being rough but something is wrong here. Snape's hair has always been greasy. However as Sirius finds and waves his wand to bring the curtain back up off the floor , flashes of Severus stumbling and grabbing onto it before falling, Sirius remembers vaguely that his old school enemy hadn’t had the best home life and flinches. He remembers when the war was finally done and he had only functioned if he knew Harry was visiting.

He trips over his trousers as he stumbles to the adjoined bathroom, so that’s where the bloody things had been hiding. Really, he’s too old to be doing this, he’s going to fall and break a hip. One night stands and blackout drinking.

He wants to go for a run, Harry's cousin had gotten him started on the habit. At first he hated it and cursed the very thought, now it was slowly becoming something he looked forward to. The nearly daily run becoming his time to clear his mind and wake up. Did Severus have anything like that? Did he stay cooped up in his house or in bars until he passed out? Did Severus have anyone to pull him away when he needed it?

Stepping into the shower he read some of the labeled empty potion bottles laying around. Headache cure, nausea suppressor, sleep aids. A bottle of shampoo labeled with a derogatory comment on his hair in Severus's own scrunched curly handwriting has him frowning. Downing a headache potion he finds in the cabinet he cracks his neck and blinks, greasy basta- Severus still makes the most potent potions he’s ever had. Hangover fading immediately. It only makes the numerous bottles around the bathroom more worrying. How often was Severus having issues?

Severus stirs when he steps out of the bathroom and he freezes watching him. When he turns over Sirius can see him wince, before he stops moving and is back asleep. He’s not a very restful sleeper, something Sirius should know with how long they’ve been doing this. He’s never moved about much that Sirius can recall though, maybe it’s because he’s gone?

Before Sirius knows what he’s doing he’s in the kitchen, filling the sink overflowing with dirty dishes with hot soapy water. He likes doing this more by hand than magic, judging by how big the bags under Severus’s eyes had been he’s got a couple hours to waste until his bed partner wakes up anyways. He fumbles with his phone half way through the first round of dishes, music quietly playing in the background through a muggle device Harry has shown him before. Pulling open one of the apps and clicking through until he finds a nearby muggle breakfast joint that will deliver. Another trick Harry had taught while helping him fix the mess of a person he had been.Using muggle technology was surprisingly easy , it was just remembering not to use magic because it messes up the touchy things that messed so many wizards up.

Severus stumbles to the kitchen in loose pajamas and his heart thuds hard in his chest at the sight. The bags under his eyes are still deep and his hair is dripping from the shower, he nearly drops a mug filled with what has to be stale coffee when he sees sirius.

“What are you still doing here?” He rasps out and chugs the liquid in the clutched mug. Severus winces at the taste, definitely old coffee.

“Making breakfast for my lover,” Sirius teases Sev and exaggerates a sappy tone when he calls him his lover just to see his confusion. “ Seriously though, I was rougher than I meant to be last night. I wanted to apologize and let you know It won’t happen again.” His phone chimes and he goes to get the delivery as Severus stared in shock.

He came back to the other male pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, shoulders pulled tight and eyes following him. He sits down at the small table with Sirius when he starts unloading the food though.

“You alright there Sev?” he questions as the man across from him picks at the food. Maybe he had guessed wrong on what he would eat.

“What is this. We don’t have breakfast, you don’t clean up for me and you’ve certainly never ordered in. You fuck me into a mattress or whereever and i get some fucking sleep. That’s all you're here for.” Severus threw his fork on his plate and scowled at Sirius.

“Doesn't have to be though. That why you got so many potions everywhere? Having trouble sleeping, Severus?” Sirius got up and leaned against the counter, whatever was happening with his bedmate was a problem.

“I’m Fine.” the potion master outright hissed at him, but his hands were clutching his arms like he was hugging himself. Sirius raised an eyebrow and Severus snapped his head away. So he knew he wasn’t doing okay at least.

“How about I finish the dishes and you finish your food. We can crawl back in bed and later we can discuss how fine your really not.” Sirius let out a sigh of relief when Severus flipped him off but nodded. When they crawled back into Severus’s bed he tugged the lighter man into his arms and Severus was asleep almost instantly.

#snack #Harry Potter #yes jk sucks.#i can still gift to my friends and write whatever i want.#severus snape #sirius black #SevXSiri #I havent read the books in years #thedarkonewrites

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