#peter sutherland x cisco jenkins

[misscongeniality18]

I’d love to read a fic about Peter and Rose having the Zoe conversation and how that ended. Whatever interpretation or head canon you have for what that relationship was like, I’d love to read it!

Okay, wow, I honestly didn't expect to be stumped on my first request! I'll give it a shot though. I won't dwell too much on the character or personality of Zoe because we really don't know much about her other than what we heard from the few conversations of how the relationship ended, so I'll write a little scene about that?

Go Ahead and Watch My Heart Burn - The Night Agent

Synopsis ! Peter comes home expecting to find his fiancee there but discovers something else. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x Zoe, Peter Sutherland x Cisco Jenkins, Peter Sutherland x Rose Larkin (just briefly) Warnings ! heartbreak, some language, angst maybe? let me know if I missed anything Word Count - 957

" I'll sit and watch your car burn With the fire that you started in me But you never came back to ask it out So go ahead and watch my heart burn With the fire that you started in me But I'll never let you back to put it out " - watch, Billie Eilish

I'm still taking requests, so give me what you got! I'll try pretty much anything!

Masterlist Request Guide

The first light of dawn was peeking over the horizon when Peter entered his apartment, illuminating the dark hardwood floors with streaks of orange and gold. He was just settling into the routine of his new job in Night Action, but the new hours were still taking a toll. All he wanted to do after a night shift answering a phone that never rang was to climb into bed next to Zoe.

He'd slide between the covers gently so he wouldn't wake her and press a soft kiss to her temple. Zoe would smile in her sleep, and Peter would wrap his arms around her, burying his face in her hair--carefully, because he still had a few tender scratches from the night of the metro bombing--for the precious few hours they'd be in bed together. It was one of his favorite places to be in the world.

He couldn't wait until the day they said I do.

After the metro bombing, Peter knew that he'd grown distant, and he wanted to change that. The Rome Tome brought up everything with his father and blamed him for the incident, and Peter threw himself into his work. He'd accepted Diane Farr's offer because it was a way to lay low and keep his head down while trying to clear his name and his father's, but that was difficult without any proof.

Something Zoe said during their few passing hours together yesterday struck a chord deep within him. "You're never here, Peter, what do you want me to do?"

All he had asked was if she wanted to get breakfast as a way to spend time together.

Hopefully, she'd thought about that moment as much as he did and was willing to make this work.

Peter loosened his tie and stripped off his jacket as he turned the corner to enter the bedroom, and when he did, he froze in the doorway.

Zoe wasn't there.

No matter, Peter thought as he continued to undress, maybe she had gotten up early to surprise him with breakfast tacos from their favorite spot down the street like he'd suggested yesterday.

Then he saw the note on his dresser.

Peter,

I am so sorry but...

That was all he was able to read as the engagement ring he'd bought for her slid from between the folded piece of paper. Peter caught it with one hand, and the ethereal way the light caught the diamond made his heart clench.

He knew what the note would say, but he still read it anyway, and he was right. Zoe couldn't handle the distance Peter had subconsciously put between them, so she went back to her family in Texas.

They were over.

Peter sunk onto the edge of the bed, staring at the words on the page. It was so brief, but it said so much. Zoe no longer loved him the way she used to. If she still did, there would be so much more to say.

The page began to blur, and Peter's throat tightened as a tear escaped the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped it away, clearing the ache from his throat with a cough. He didn't know why he bothered; no one was there to see him cry.

How could Zoe have left him with only a short note, or without calling or saying goodbye? Had he really driven her away?

Of course he had. He was too focused on his father's past and how it affected his own present and future. He was too focused on clearing both their names. He was too focused on anything but his fiancee.

His ex-fiancee.

Peter opened the drawer of his bedside table and slammed it shut after throwing in the note and ring. He'd deal with it later.

He stalked to the closet to hang up his suit jacket, but some of Zoe's clothes were still in there. Peter closed the door and let the jacket fall to the floor instead, followed by the rest of his clothes.

The shower he'd taken had lasted for well over an hour, and that was when he let the tears fall. The last time he cried was when his father died, over ten years ago, but somehow, this hurt even more.

The one person he'd chosen to spend the rest of his life with had left him, and Peter felt utterly alone.

He dragged himself out of the shower and flopped onto the bed, his eyes sore and puffy, his throat raw and achy. Peter cursed himself. Why was he crying? It was his fault that Zoe left, he should have expected this.

Peter grabbed his cellphone and dialed the number of the first person he could go to to lift his mood.

"Petey, what's up? Why are you up past your bedtime?"

Peter swallowed. "Um, Zoe left me, Cisco."

"Shit, man. That's fucked up." Peter could hear Cisco sigh. "Are you working later?"

"Uh, no. I'm off."

"Right, get some sleep, and I'll be over later. I got you, brother."

Peter felt his heart lighten just a fraction, but then his chest tightened again. "Thanks, brother."

The call ended, and Peter rolled over, turning away from Zoe's empty side of the bed.

He knew he would get over Zoe, but it would take time. He'd loved her too much and far too long to let her go as fast she did him.

Peter would be okay.

Eventually.

Someday.

He would still be in this mood for a long time, but all he could do now was go to work and answer a phone that never rang.

Until the day that it does, and he would meet the person who would make everything right again.

Not sure how I did for my first post since I wrote this at work, but hopefully I did Peter justice! This honestly broke me a little.

[lovelytsunoda]

take one down // francisco jenkins (the night agent)

summary: its been six months since cisco was shot, and if he didn't have her by his side, he's not sure he ever would have made it out alive

pairing: francisco jenkins x female! reader

SPOILERS FOR THE NIGHT AGENT SEASON ONE!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FULL SEASON!!

author's note: justice for francisco!! all he wanted was to make a nice dinner for his tinder date, and now he's dead because he has a big heart and decided to help peter save the president.

he woke again, feeling the phantom pains of the bullet ripping through his skin, the disorientation of the airbag that had just been pressed up against his face.

francisco sat up slowly, listening to the hammering of his heart against his ribcage, trying to slow his breathing.

he was safe. president travers was safe. peter was safe.

the doctors had told him that if the bullet had been three millimeters to the left, he would have been laying on a cold metal slab in the morgue instead of the uncomfortable hospital bed, with ivs in his arms.

"cisco?" she mumbled quietly, the bed rustling next to him as she rolled over, rubbing at her eyes. "baby, did you have another panic attack?"

"it's nothing, y/n. just go back to sleep."

he wouldn't have made it through without her. they had been supposed to have dinner together that night. he had made a three course meal using a recipe he found on the food network, and he had shelled out more than fifty dollars on wine, because he didn't know what she liked.

and then peter fucking sutherland had knocked at his door, with rose larkin in tow. and because he was such a good person with a big heart, francisco rescheduled the date.

and then he got shot in a car chase, by a woman who looked like she let a toddler cut her hair. all because peter cried conspiracy.

peter had been right and now they were both national heroes, but that's semantics.

he had been so disoriented from the crash that happened just before, that he had moved too slowly, too sluggishly, pain ripping through his muscle and tissue as the bullet made a home in his shoulder.

it was by sheer luck that y/n had heard a radio report half an hour later about state trooper francisco jenkins, who had been shot in a car chase mid-911 call. and when he didn't pick up the phone, she jumped in an uber and tried four different hospitals before she finally found him, and they had spent their first date eating mary browns chicken in a hospital room after a surgeon dug a hunk of metal out of his skin.

"ssh, shh, baby, i'm right here." she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "you're safe, okay. nobody is going to shoot you. hold my hand, hon." she spoke calmly, kissing him on the cheek, paying close attention to the rise and fall of her lover's chest.

still breathing heavily, cisco reached out a shaky hand and pulled her into his side. he kissed the crown of her head, running his fingers along her skin to ground himself, trying not to let her see just how rattled the shooting had made him.

she was his rock. he hadn't asked her to stay by his side during the recovery process, she had made that choice for herself. she had been patient, caring and supportive, through the rehab and the media shitshow and the investigation.

he didn't know what he would have done without her.

he'd only just started going back to work, and the panic attacks had grown in frequency since he'd returned to the state trooper's office. there was always that fear that next time, he wasn't going to be so lucky.

"thank you for staying with me." he didn't recognize his own voice, the way that it wavered as he buried his face in her tangled hair. "i couldn't do this without you."

her heart swelled at her lover's admission. thought it had been painful to watch francisco recover from the shooting, it had been a labour of love. she had been sure she was in love with him before they even met, just from their conversations over tinder.

she smiled sadly, moving to straddle him, the hem of her oversized t-shirt riding up. "lay back down, baby."

"while you're on top of me?"

"francisco." she scolded. "lay. down."

rolling his eyes, the state trooper lay back down against the egyptian cotton sheets, the st. christopher pendant on his neck sliding across his skin from the movement, coming to rest just over the scar where the bullet had entered his shoulder.

y/n hummed contentedly, lowering her body so that she was resting against his bare chest, head nestled into ciscos neck as she pulled the comforter over their bodies. her shirt had ridden up over her calvins, cisco's hand moving to gently run along the expanse of her soft, warm skin

"i love you, francisco jenkins." she said gently, kissing the side of his neck. "and i'm always going to be here, yeah?"

cisco gripped her hand gently, craning his head to kiss her softly on the lips. "i love you more, y/n. i'm so glad that you've been with me through this."