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[dutchessofcaladan]

Snippet of a possible one shot, featuring an OC of mine, that I'm thinking of writing now that I'm back into Line of Duty (still can't watch S6 here in the states but I've done research and heard the finale was shit so I'm fixing it, sorta)

Jordan (OC): No you're not getting it, Ted!

Hastings: Then explain it to me!

Jordan: *slams fist on table* IAN BUCKLES ISN'T H!

*the officers stationed outside the room hold their guns a bit more steadily at the commotion, Hastings waves them off*

Hastings: *furrows his brow* What d'ya mean?

Jordan: *takes a deep breath* Dot said there were 4 Caddys: Himself, Derek Hilton, Gill Biggeloe, Ian Buckles. However, H is a separate entity from those 4 Caddys. They're still a mystery. H is still out there somewhere.

*officers enter the room and place cuffs on Jordan*

Hastings: What're you doing?

Officer: *hauling Jordan out of her chair* We've gotten the order from Brentiss to transfer her.

Hastings: *stopping them from leaving* Now hang on just a minute-

Jordan: *looks him in the eye* You've found the 4 horseman, now look for the person who's playing God.

*officers pull her out the door and towards the exit*

[cloudywithachanceofjam]

Steve Arnott - Smut Alphabet

Ok so I started this earlier but tumblr deleted from my drafts.  I know it’s an old trend but I had fun.

Basically I had a couple of requests for Steve smut, but wasn’t sure how to approach it since our boy is still suffering from series 4 and I haven’t done the research to cover that yet (if anyone has any advice please drop me a message/ask). So this is all pre-series 4.

Obviously, NSFW under the cut. Enjoy ;)

A = aftercare

He’s surprisingly sweet and cuddly, nothing like the grumpy man you first met. He has slept around enough to have learnt to be attentive, he almost seems to read your mind but always checks with you anyway. Tries his hardest not to fall asleep until you’re settled, bless him.

B= body part

He’s an arse guy. An arse and thighs guy. So you can imagine his delight when you wear tiny little pyjama shorts around the flat. It usually results in him hauling you off to bed, not that he needs much encouragement to do that anyway.

As for himself, he’s pleased with his shoulders. He likes the way you brush specks of imaginary fluff off of them when you greet him, he likes the way you run your hands over them as you kiss him, he likes the way you dig your nails into them when you’re underneath him. 

C= cum

He’s not messy. Usually uses condoms.

Unless you ask him not to, in that case he’s happy to help clean you up afterwards, especially if it means he gets to shower with you.

D= dirty secret

Steven Arnott has fucked you at work before, and Steven Arnott will fuck you at work again. AC-12 just has too many quiet little office rooms to enjoy.

Hastings nearly caught the pair of you last time, however.

E= experience

Lots. He is a known ladies man, after all. You were a little intimidated by his extensive experience at first, but he knows just how to make you comfortable.

In fact, he knows exactly what to do, and he does it very well.

F= favourite position

Steve adores variety, but he does have a few favourites.

First of all, he likes you on top. He’s obsessed with the way you look when you ride him, he can admire all of you, touch all of you at once. It’s intoxicating.

Then again, he loves doggy. He is an arse and thighs guy, after all.

He also had you up against the wall once, you bracing yourself with his shoulders, him gripping your thighs. It was exhausting, but he thinks about it often.

G= goofy

It depends. He seems to alternate between keeping things serious and being more than a little cheeky. Have you seen that grin?

Some nights he’ll huff out a laugh as he gets his feet tangled in his trousers, both of you messy and amused. Other nights he’s serious, intense, and entirely wrapped up in you.

H= hair

He’s neat. Keeps things tidy down there. Bit vain, really.

I= intimacy

At first, he struggled with it. Perfectly attentive, really passionate, but still just a bit distant. As you both got more comfortable with each other, he let you in, and you let him in too. He’s quite the hopeless romantic under all the arrogance, and he displays his adoration through every touch, every caress.

J= jack off

If you’re away from him, or if he’s working on a case at all hours, then he can’t help himself. It’s stress relief, especially if he imagines you whilst he does it.

Usually doesn’t feel the need, however, you’re almost always eager to help him out.

K= kink

He’s curious and willing to get busy with you in almost any way you desire.

But he knows you like his dirty talk, and he enjoys the way he can make you squirm with just his voice. Some of the filth he murmurs into your ear, in between pressing kisses to your neck, your jaw - it makes you flush scarlet just to recall it the next day. He loves knowing that you’re thinking about it.

He also likes leaving marks. Nothing too much, just several lovebites, wherever he can, thighs, collarbone etc. Seeing you come into the office wearing a turtleneck and being the only one who knows what you’re hiding just does it for him.

L= location

Anywhere.

No, seriously. He is a shameless bastard.

He’s told you that he’s not into voyeurism but you hardly believe him with some of the stunts he’s pulled.

AC-12 office, twice. His service vehicle. Every single acceptable location in your flat (kitchen counter, wall, the bath, the shower, the couch). Kate’s flat (you pair crashed there after a night out).

He does like being comfortable though, he has no aversion to the bed.

M= motivation

It doesn’t take much. 

If he sees you in anything that isn’t your usual office-wear (though he thinks you look great in that too), it gets him going. Whether that’s a formal floor-length dress for an event, or just some cute pyjamas, he doesn’t mind. Just seeing you confident, comfortable, and happy is so sexy.

Equally, if he catches you when you’re really focused on something, head deep into your work, he finds it a challenge not to bother you since you just look so intense and dedicated and oh no....

Also, he can’t help himself if you’re flirty with him at work, or if you get sassy mid-conversation, especially if it’s in front of other people. Kate has called him “hopeless” after witnessing such an incident before.

N= NO

Whilst he is more of a classic man, there’s not much he wouldn’t try. However, he draws the line at anything too dangerous. He always requires a very enthusiastic “yes” and a discussion (however awkward he can be in such conversations) before the pair of you try anything new.

He also doesn’t like being tied up/chained down, it brings up bad memories. He’ll do it to you if you ask, and even enjoy it, but it isn’t something he wants for himself.

Finally, he would never share, but that feeling is mutual.

O= oral

Loves to receive, but always, always returns the favour. And does so with enthusiasm. He’s sweet with you when you suck him off, fingers threaded into your hair, never rough with you. The coy looks you give him, the flush on your face, its a wonder he ever manages to last long.

P= pace

Once again, it depends. 

If he’s stressed from a case, he tends to be fast and rough, pounding into you hard as he murmurs filthy praise into your ear. Leaves you sore and a little bit dazed.

Other nights he’s slow, setting a languid pace. The sheer adoration with which he looks at you, the depth in those dark eyes, it’s enough to leave you breathless. And it does, frequently.

Q= quickie

Oh yes. He’d much rather take his time with you, but he will never decline a cheeky quick one. 

This is how the service vehicle incident happened, all you said was that you couldn't wait to fuck him later. It’s not your fault that he decided that later meant now.

Despite his dedication to his job, he doesn’t mind being five minutes late to work if he spent those five minutes in you.

R= risk

He already has so much risk in his job that he likes to keep you safe. He’s not adverse to being rough with you, but he knows his/your limits.

He likes risky locations, though, and takes absolute delight in having you wherever he can manage to.

S= stamina

When working on a hard case, he keeps things short and intense. It’ll still be raw and passionate, often dizzyingly so, but it won’t last hours and hours.

However, when times at AC-12 are easier, he can come home from work and give you a night that never seems to end. The way he’s able to go on and on and on is overwhelming. Taking you in every position you can think of, having you pressed up against the furniture in every room of the flat until you’re exhausted. And then treating you to a bath so the pair of you can recover, only for his hands to slide under the water...

T= toy

As said, he’s a classic man, but he’d be up for trying out any toys if you ask him nicely.

U= unfair

His wonderfully filthy dirty talk often expands into shameless teasing. If he knows that you’re already desperate for him, especially if he’s been teasing you gently all day, he’ll go the extra mile just to make you beg.

He’ll see what he can get away with if you end up visiting the office, a sweet compliment accompanied with a long, slow look up and down your body, a casual shoulder touch that lingers just a little too long, tucking a strand of your hair out of your face but tugging it gently first. 

He knows it drives you mad.

V= volume

Initially, he was reserved and distant, just. As the pair of you have gotten closer (and he’s sorted out some of his intimacy issues) he’s become far more vocal. Sometimes its hushed praise and dirty words, other times it is the most divine growls.

W= wild card

He likes having his neck and shoulders kissed. You only found this out when you decided to turn the tables on him constantly peppering your collar with kisses. He’s so sensitive, and so responsive to your touch when you suck at the hollow of his throat. 

He may be the more dominant one in the bedroom, but having you nibbling at his shoulder leaves him shaking.

X= X-ray

Steve Arnott is a short king.

(Guys, he’s 5′8″, that’s not even that short).

But height is absolutely no reliable indicator, clearly. Not far past average length, but definitely larger than average girth. Surprising.

Y= yearning

Horny. Just like... feral uni student levels of horny. How does this man function when he can barely keep it in his pants? 

He’s worked on his self-control, he is disciplined, but his sex drive is just... high. Thank god you’re around to help him out, huh?

Z= Zzz

Unpredictable. 

Either falls asleep immediately after making sure you’re alright and comfortable, all cuddled up to you.

Or stays up for hours talking, saying all the things he’d never say outside the bedroom, holding you so close that you can’t imagine him not being by your side.

He tries to stay awake, always eager for another round or just some time spent with you, but he’s usually exhausted.

[whataloadofmalarkey]

OSCAR KILO (O.K.): steve arnott x oc

who here loves line of duty?

who loves our idiot son steve arnott?

who loves a slow burn romance?

who loves colleagues to friends to best friends to lovers fics?

exactly. we all do. so get reading!

just uploaded my latest chapter of this fic yesterday! thank you to everyone who has read and supported this work so far, I love you all so much!

warnings: some language, some descriptive detail of violence (as in the show) and a very, VERY slow burn

read here on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25980916/chapters/63188119

or fanfiction.net:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13677602/1/Oscar-Kilo-OK

[northern-writer]

Solid Ground ~ One

A/N: Afternoon all! Here’s the start of Diana and Steve’s journey. As stated before, these won’t be in order - just this one and the last, which are set in Season Six.

“So, you saw her then? Is she alright?”

It was a typical Friday night - for Steve and I, anyway. 

After a gruelling day of doing practically nothing, Steve and I found ourselves back at my house. Consuming copious amounts of takeaway. I was slightly tipsy from a bottle of red, whilst Steve was two bottles deep into a pack of six Peroni’s. Both of us curled up on the sofa. Steve always took the left, I the right.

Taking a rather elongated sip, Steve just seemed to huff in response, “She’s fine. Who wouldn’t be? Over at Polk, away from the likes of us.”

“Don’t be bitter Steven.”

“Believe me, I’ve tried not to be but-“ Steve couldn’t finish. Instead, taking another drink of beer. He focused his attention back on the television, where a crappy, and rather uninteresting talk show played.

But I wasn’t done, “Kate wanted a change. There’s nothing wrong with that. We should be thankful that for once, she’s happy.”

It took him a moment, then Steve shifted, his gaze meeting mine. I raised a brow, causing him to chuckle softly and return to watching the television. 

On the other hand, I found myself just staring at Steve, unable to tear my eyes away. There were a number of things occurring in my brain. Maybe it was the wine? Surely that wasn’t causing the flutterings. No, that had been there for quite some time. 

He’s my best friend. There’s not much more to it than that. Steve Arnott was the waist coated light of my life, and when I say that I couldn’t live without him, that wouldn’t be an exaggeration. He liked beer and football. A hot curry after work. I hated beer, had zero interest in football and couldn’t stand curry. But that didn’t matter. Not to us. That’s what made our friendship so special. If Steve could handle the odd episode of Married at First Sight (the Australian version, not the British,) then I could withstand attending a football match or two. We’re different, but so alike. That’s what made us. I knew that, regardless of if he had a relationship, I was his rock - his one constant, as he had been mine for so long. 

But now he wanted to transfer, leaving AC-12 behind, just as Kate had done eighteen months before.

The thought of Steve relocating made my chest hurt. It was selfish of me, but I didn’t want him to go. There was still time. He hadn’t made up his mind just yet. Work had been kicking his arse recently. This was due to unsolved murder of journalist, Gail Vella. It was an incredibly tragic murder and naturally, the handling by DCI. Davidson was starting to botch. Over the last two years, I’d had a few dealings with the DCI in question, majority of them ending with the biting of tongues and keeping my mouth shut. I wasn’t Steve. I couldn’t get myself in trouble, not again. Rather than get caught up in my thoughts, I found myself reaching for my glass of Merlot and settling into Steve’s side. He was warm and luckily, didn’t mind the intrusion; his arm going around me like it was supposed to be there. After all these years he was used to it. 

//

Steve tried to focus on the tv. He tried his hardest, his very hardest, but no matter what - he couldn’t. Not with Diana nestled to close to his side. After six years, he’d grown accustomed to seeing her, at AC-12, socially on the weekends and one thing was for certain, that without her, he’d be lost. Unable to properly function. It never mattered what he did - Almost ruined the cases; ended up in hospital after being thrown down stairs (he still hadn’t lived that one down, physically and with Diana); the many failed relationships and after all that happened with Dot, she was there. Still by his side. 

Then there was the medication. Diana wasn’t aware of that, Steve had made certain that his friend wouldn’t find out. There would be hell to pay if she did, and would only fuss him, then maybe tell on him to his mother. Not the ideal situation, if he was being honest with himself. No, secrets were better for now. 

Things weren’t looking good at AC-12 either. Everybody was consumed with the suspicious murder of Gail Vella. Hastings, Bishop, even Diana, who’s role at AC-12 had been elevated to be the only Forensic Consultant. Seeing Diana everyday made Steve feel warm. To see her smile whenever he managed to crack a stupid joke, or when Hastings quipped something incredibly Irish. It seemed to brighten the room and for that, Steve was glad. As the television grew less interesting, Steve found his mind going to other places, to the secret meeting he’d had with Kate. What a failure that had subsequently been… 

—

Steve hated Polk Avenue. He could never quite place why, but he did. Kate leaving had affected him more than he cared to admit. She was his ‘mate.’ Aside from Diana, she was the only other person who he could trust. They both knew everything about him. An unnerving thought indeed. As he parked up and flashed the lights - four times, just to be sure - Steve waited patiently for Kate to approach the car. He spotted her as she began to walk away from the building and near his car, hidden subtly by the front gates. Once she was inside, it was clear Kate wasn’t all that pleased to see him.

Turning to face him, her face incredulous, “What kind of knobby signal was that?”

Typical Kate, he thought.

“First thing that came to mind.”

“Go round the block in case anyone’s watching.” Kate instructed. Pulling her seatbelt over and on, settling into the passenger seat.

Inhaling sharply, Steve simply nodded, putting the car into drive, “No worries.” 

Together, they pulled away from the station, turning onto the street and driving away. For a moment, an awkward, unfamiliar silence filled the vehicle. It was Kate who spoke up first. Breaking the peace.

“There’s a nice little balti up the road. But, I’m guessing that’s not why you’re here, though.” She was calm about it all, but Steve could sense the tension in her voice.

“I wish,” He sighed, “Sorry mate.”

Again, Kate fell silent and chewed on her lip, letting out a quiet, “Right.”

“I can’t share any details, but we might be looking into Vella.” Steve started carefully.

Kate couldn’t believe it. 

Closing her eyes and sighing deeply, “Oh shit,” Opening them again, she found herself getting angry with the man sat beside her, “Great, so when Buckells and Davidson find out, they’re going to think-“

“They’ll think either you’re our CHIS or you’ve been embedded as a UCO.” He intercepted. Turning, he tried to smile at his friend, “That’s why I’m giving you a heads-up, Kate.”

Kate still wasn’t having it, “Steve, you know what it’s like being ex-anti corruption. I’ve had to work my bollocks off with them lot.”

Of course Steve knew this. Kate was one of the hardest workers in the force, and yet, it all boiled down to loyalty - as it always seemed to do these days. 

“Is this the gaffer’s way of getting his own back?” She continued. 

Frowning, Steve simply shook his head, “No, of course not.” 

“Why am I still calling him “gaffer?” 

Steve tried to think of something in kind. He knew why she’d moved, as did Hastings. There was no doubt about that. Sighing, Kate moved onto other subjects, ready to stop talking about her new Bosses.

“How’s Di?” She asked softly, her voice lowering for the first time since getting in. 

Kate missed her friends, even though she wouldn’t admit to that out loud. Seeing them both everyday was something she’d missed. The laughter in those off moments. A coffee when it was calm. Her weekly glass of wine with Diana - that was what she missed the most. Sure, they messaged from time to time, but now Diana was a consultant, rather than just an investigator, and with her position at Polk Avenue, time was scarce. Kate observed Steve closely. Noting how the tops of his ears turned a little pink, or how his cheeks had blushed. Internally, she smirked.

Steve let out a harsh cough and nodded, “She’s good, yeah, she’s- Alright.” 

“I do miss her,” Then, “You’re so obvious you know.” 

“What?” He was confused. 

Kate let out a snort, shaking her head amusedly, “Never mind. Forget I said anything about it.”

Steve wanted to enquire about her statement, but left it alone. Not wanting to upset the moment between them. Their conversation about Vella and Hastings continued until they reached Polk Avenue again. Then, as Steve was left alone, his thoughts returned back to Kate and her statement. What was he so obvious about?

Shaking his head, he tried to push the thoughts back and started to make his way back into the city. 

—

Collectively, the pair were silent, watching the television. Steve’s fingers brushed over Diana’s shoulder, whilst Diana made his shoulder her pillow. Separately however, their thoughts were racing. 

Both recalling the moments that had led them to this. 

[lunacatriona]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Line of Duty Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Ted Hastings, Steve Arnott, Kate Fleming (Line of Duty), Original Characters Additional Tags: Backstory, dark themes Summary:

"You have in mind to keep me quiet and although you can try, better men have hit their knees and bigger men have died." ('Raise Hell', Brandi Carlile).

A young Detective Sergeant is murdered while trying to get to the bottom of a crime committed long before she was born. A DI's Bible brings the case to AC-12's door. She knew everything. She knew more about Ted Hastings than Ted Hastings does. Now it's up to AC-12 to do what she never got the chance to do: raise hell.

[kino-rogers]

Chapter 3 is up now! Read it here!!

It’s basically a long ass interview but I had so much fun writing it, hope you guys like it! And I hope I have the characters down alright as well aha

[alex-writes-things]

Line of Duty fanfiction

I straighten my tie, wiggling it to loosen its hold around my neck as I step out into the night, Steve following nervously, clicking his pen in time with our footsteps.

It only takes a few minutes of this for me to lose patience. "What's wrong, mate?"

"Nothing," he says.

Click. Click. Click.

This time I turn around to face him. "Steve, I know when something's bothering you. Besides, that clicking is doing my head in."

"Sorry, Kate."

"Well? Something wrong?"

"I'm fine," he says roughly. Something in his voice makes me think of a stubborn kid, and I smile. "Just-"

"Yes?" I attempt to urge him on, but he only falls silent. I spoke too soon. "Is it about Sam?"

He sighs and turns his head so that I can see his jawline shining bright red and yellow under the neon lights of the city. This beard looks good on him, I think to myself, then quickly push the idea away.

"No. Listen, mate, you and I both know I'm not getting back with Sam. To be honest, I lost any feelings for her after we broke up the first time. I was pissed off, and that broke something between us."

Click. Click.

I rub my temple, trying to digest the new information, and try to keep myself from snatching the pen from his hand entirely.

"Come back to mine," I suggest. "I think you owe me some kind of explanation."

"Mine would be better. Sorry."

"No, it's fine. Whatever works best for you," I find myself saying. "Mind if I spend the night? Traffic's a bitch at this time of night."

He frowns. Click. Click. "All right. I'll fix up some blankets on the sofa or something, yeah?"

*

Steve fumbles with the key as we stand outside his apartment. "Sorry, this normally works first time," he mumbles. I put my hand over his to guide it in the lock, and I hear his breath hitch as I squeeze his hand in mine. The door swings open before I can think about it any further.

"Tea? Coffee? Something stronger? I've got a bottle of red in here somewhere," he says, his back seemingly deliberately turned from me as he fiddles about in the kitchen.

"I'm fine, mate."

His shoulders sag a little. I guess it's because he now has no excuse but to sit and talk to me. I watch, smiling gently, as he folds his jacket over the back of the sofa and begins to unbutton his waistcoat. He finally turns to me as he lays his waistcoat down and fiddles with the top button on his shirt. "Listen, Kate-"

"What happened between you and Sam last week?" I find that my hands are shaking, perhaps from the cold, and fold them between my drawn-up legs.

The detective sergeant catches my eye, but immediately averts his gaze. He swallows. "We- we almost-"

I hold up a hand to stop him. They almost had sex. Something in my stomach twists. There is a long pause. "Why didn't you?"

"I was having problems with my back," he says bluntly. I watch him bite his lower lip a little and notice the way the dim lighting reflects off his dark eyes.

"Steve." He doesn't say anything. "Steve, come here," I say and hold out my arms for a hug, tucking my legs back out. He falls gratefully into my embrace, his head resting gently on my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my ear, and I try to suppress the thrill that rushes through me at his touch.

"I didn't want to."

"What?" I pull back to take a look at his face, and he keeps his gaze away from mine. I can see tears in his eyes but neither of us acknowledge them.

He takes a deep breath. "I didn't want to sleep with Sam. I don't have feelings for her. It felt... wrong. A betrayal."

"A betrayal? Steve, are you with someone else?" My stomach sinks.

He chuckles sadly. "No."

I don't get it. "Who are you betraying? Steve, I just don't get why you would feel like that if you're not with someone."

Gently peeling himself away from me, he stands, wringing his hands. I watch as he begins to pace up and down the apartment. My heart swoops as he tilts his head up to the ceiling, exposing his beautiful neck and the perfect angle of his jawline. I've had these strange feelings for Steve for weeks, fragments of something stronger than what we had before, broken dreams and wanderings of my imagination, an ideal playing at the back of my mind always.

If only he felt the same. Sometimes I can almost convince myself that there's something more than friendship in the way he addresses me, hints of longing in the way he calls out his goodbyes from the office at night. But really, I know that he doesn't feel the same way I do.

"I don't know. I don't know. It's just- It felt so bloody wrong, kissing Sam like that, knowing I have my sights on someone else."

Someone else. I wonder who it could be, whether it's a waitress at his favourite bar or a close friend, or... me. It couldn't be. I have to stop imagining these things, because I have a responsibility as the DI, and...

But he looks so soft, so heartbroken, standing at the window. I get up and cross the rug to him. "Who?" He doesn't say anything. "You know I won't tell anyone, mate. Who is there to tell? Look, I get it. It's hard. Please," I fold his hand between mine, and then drop it hastily back to his side. "Talk to me."

He opens his mouth, but no words come out. I try not to focus on the shape of his lips or the intelligence behind his eyes, or the way he's staring at me like he hardly knows me at all. "I can't," he says finally.

Something inside me snaps. "You can't? Steve, we've caught criminals together, we've killed together, we're partners. Hate it or not, you're my best mate. Just talk to me. I hate seeing you like this!"

"Like what?" he says feebly.

I fight to keep the tears from my voice. "Heartbroken. Lost. Withdrawn! Do I need to go on?"

A single tear slides down his cheek.

"You're bloody stubborn, DS Arnott," I shout. There's nothing left but thin cord unwinding rapidly between us, silence roaring with secrets and anger and heartbreak. "Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because I'm in love with you!"

I stumble back. "What?"

Something changes in the air. He begins to sob. "I can request a transfer. I'm so sorry- I didn't think it would affect anything at work but now, I- I'm so sorry, Kate, I'm a twat. This is ridiculous-"

I silence him with a kiss. After a moment of stunned unresponsiveness, he presses into my with his whole body and we deepen the kiss. We make out like teenagers, sloppily and with little care for technicalities. His lips feel right locked on mine, and I run my fingers through his hair, marvelling at the passion, the strength, behind his movements. The butterflies in my stomach intensify, fluttering and dancing inside me, out of control.

"Steve," I say breathlessly. He pulls back and instead rests his forehead against mine.

"Kate." His voice is full of warmth. It sounds like home, and I want to close the distance between us but instead I satisfy myself staring into those beautiful, perfect eyes. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why?"

"Because- because I think I'm in love with you," he says simply.

I kiss him deeply. "I think I'm in love with you, too. Does that make it any better?"

And suddenly he's pushing me backwards and onto the sofa, kissing me again and again, pressing into me like he can't get enough. I brush my lips against his neck and he lets out a moan, but he gently takes my chin in his hand and guides my mouth back up to his. It feels crazy for this to be happening, to be kissing so hard and so desperately, to be in his arms. This is what I've dreamt of for so long and now it's a reality. I fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, undoing two before he freezes, and catches my eye. "Are you sure?' he asks.

I don't say anything, just pull the rest of the buttons free and tug the shirt from him, marvelling at how simply breath-taking he is topless.

It suddenly hits me how unreal this all is, and I start to giggle. His hand at my waist relaxes and he frowns down at me. "You alright?" he asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed." I laugh quietly and bury my face in his chest, pleased to hear that his heart is hammering just the same as mine is.

"I think it's best if we leave it there for tonight, Kate."

For tonight. ‘For tonight’ suggests that there are many more nights ahead of us. I like it. "At least stay with me," I say, running my hand over his back. "Keep me company through the night."

"You're so beautiful," he smiles. "Come with me." He takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom, furnished simply with a double bed, wardrobe and desk in the corner. I sit on the edge of the bed as he roots around in his wardrobe and shiver, longing for the weight of his body against mine.

"Here," he suggests as he surfaces, holding up a large, oversized t-shirt. "It's not going to be a perfect fit, but I'm quite small-"

It's funny seeing him so flustered. "It's perfect. Thanks." I pull it on over my shirt and manoeuvre it all so that my shirt and bra can be taken off without exposing my body. Steve is still my best friend, and I'm scared.

He doesn't bother to retreat into his bathroom to get changed, but I look away, only now hit with humility. Steve has been my partner at work for seven years and nothing like this has happened before. I slump back so that I'm lying on the bed, staring out at the ceiling.

Work is going to be more awkward than ever.

"I usually just sleep in my pants," he says sheepishly. "I don't have anything else."

"Shit," I laugh. "It's fine, I don't mind sleeping on the sofa."

Instead, he comes and lays beside me on the bed, just in a pair of black boxers and a t-shirt. It takes so much for me to resist the urge to kiss him again, which feels stupid.

"Are you okay with this?" he whispers. My heart hammers in my chest.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Thanks, mate," I say, and kiss him again. He pulls me closer to him so that our bodies are almost touching, but doesn't demand any more, so we just lay there kissing for a while, our hearts racing and our hands entwined between us, the only thing keeping us apart. "I love you."

"This took far too long." He buries his cheek in my shoulder.

"I know," I tell him. "I know."

*

“All right?”

“All right.” The dim light of the subway reflects on Steve's dark eyes as he dips his head, rooting around in the pocket of his slightly too-large coat for his black notebook.

“This is weird,” I say, and laugh shallowly. He’s still avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know what to do,” he mutters. “About us.”

“We don’t need to do anything.”

“Kate, you’re my boss.”

I laugh again. “Don’t be ridiculous. I was your friend long before I was your boss. And there’s only two months between us. We can keep it under the radar for a bit, though, if you want.”

There’s a moment of silence between us. He hangs his head, but not before I see a small smile on his lips. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Sorry about last night. We moved too fast, I shouldn’t have stayed the night, that was stupid. Let’s go slow from now on.”

Steve barks out a short laugh. “I love you, Kate. It was fine. I’m just so overwhelmed, and I can’t seem to process the idea of us being more than friends, even though I want that.” He pauses. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod, and he steps closer. I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him back, gently and without the desperation of last night; it feels nice, this way. “We were scared, then. That’s all. Now we can go slow,” I reassure him.

“You’re so great,” he laughs. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Make it quick though, we’ve got to go back to catching bent coppers at some point.”

“Okay, um. Can I call you my girlfriend? Now I know that makes it sound like we’re stupid teenagers again and all. But saying that DI Kate Fleming is my girlfriend sounds- sounds great. We can still keep it quiet, though. I don't want to risk anything-”

“Yeah. Of course.” I grin.

“Now- back to bent coppers.”

"Back to bent coppers."

-alexis (i actually don't ship these two, but certain things must be compromised for the sake of fanfiction)

Edit: omg no I ship flemson, this existing feels homophobic. But anyways I made this before flemson!!! I am sorry

[f-ro-g]

and if I pass this way again, you can rest assured

If Kate had a pence for every time her heart nearly stopped because of Steven Arnott, she’d be able to move to Kensington. As it is, all she seems to get is an ulcer that grows with every Steve-related incident Kate’s involved in (which is all of them, because Steve just so happens to be her best friend. Shit luck.)

Steve not showing up to work is one thing. Steve not showing up to work and not telling anyone? That's a whole other issue.

(Steve's sick. It's Kate's bloody lucky day, apparently.)

Post Season 3, Pre Season 4.

Fandom: Line of Duty

Relationships: Steve Armott & Kate Fleming

Tags:  The obligatory sickfic, Male-Female Friendship, Platonic Relationships, Making Food Is My Love Language No One Can Stop Me, this is exactly what i'm like when i'm sick so don't @ me i know what I'm doing, Post-Season/Series 03, Pre-Season/Series 04, kate whump is coming but for now it's STEVE paying for my sins

[coldgreydawn]

Oooh yes, do post that one shot! It would make my day, it really would, there’s basically nothing with them on AO3. I guess most people think they’re brother & sister but that’s never been the vibe I’ve got from Steve in particular. Right now in S6 he’s missing his bezzie work mate so badly he’s orchestrating unnecessary meetings and basically forgiving her every betrayal she’s (apparently?) inflicting thirty seconds after it happens

I just posted it!!

Had to clean it up a little. My writing style has evolved a bit in the last two years.

I’ve thought that, since he first set his eyes on her, he’s been a bit smitten with Kate.

And since Dot’s death, he has been 100% in love with her. Ever since she won that award and he stood to clap for her. Yeah. He’s a goner. So yeah I can imagine this hitting him hard.

And Kate is holding back, though I’m not sure if it’s due to her newfound job and relationship w Kelly MacDonald or something else going on deep undercover 👀 I need to watch! And I might just do that today because I’ve got a sore throat 😔

But again thank you! I’d been holding off on posting the fic but that’s dumb! I have so much I don’t post anymore because it’s not as perfect as I want it to be but I gotta stop that! Thank for your praise. It keeps me going. 😘

[totallynotn3rdy95]

Not Just A Mistake But A Regret - Line Of Duty Fan Fiction - Part Two

This is part two of my fan fiction, based off of Series 4 of the BBC drama: Line of Duty. PART ONE HERE.

Steve wheeled himself into work. It had been just over two months, since that fateful night. Two months since he had sat with Sam and she had apologized for leaving him. Two months since Sam had asked for Steve’s forgiveness. Two months since…Steve had decided to give her another chance. As Steve went up in the lift, he reminisced about the conversation that had took place between him and Sam…two months ago.

‘Please Steve’ repeated Sam. ‘I’m sorry’. Steve pulled his face away from her hands.

‘But, how can I?’ said Steve. No, really. How can I? Steve shook his head. ‘No, no. I can’t’.

‘Yes, you can’ said Sam. Maybe there is a chance after all?

‘You’ll just hurt me again’ said Steve. Sam moved closer to Steve and grabbed his hands.

‘I swear to you Steve, I will never hurt you again’ said Sam. Steve pulled his hands away and wheeled his chair away from Sam.

‘I…just…no’ said Steve.

‘Okay’ said Sam. She got up from her chair and began to put on her coat.

‘What are you…?’ said Steve. Sam placed her bag onto her shoulder.

‘If you really don’t think you can give me another chance, then there is no point in me being here’ said Sam. She tucked her chair under the table. ‘So, I’m gonna go’. Sam walked up to Steve and bent down, so she was able to maintain eye-contact. ‘I will spend the rest of life, regretting ever leaving you’. Sam kissed Steve on the cheek and headed to the lift. Steve furrowed his brow as multiple thoughts entered his head.

‘Wait’. Sam stopped walking.

‘Pardon?’ said Sam. Steve turned his chair and began to wheel towards Sam.

‘Wait, don’t get in the lift’ said Steve.

‘Why not?’ said Sam, pressing the button. ‘You don’t want me, I see that now’. Sam stepped into the lift when Steve grabbed her coat and pulled her back.

‘You’re wrong’ said Steve. Sam turned to face Steve. What did he just say? ‘You’re wrong’ repeated Steve.

‘What?’ said Sam. She walked away from the lift and headed back over to the table. Steve wheeled over to her.

‘You’re wrong’ said Steve for a third time. ‘I do want you’. Sam jumped out of her chair and rushed over to Steve. She grabbed hold of him and began to give Steve a huge hug. ‘Wait, wait, wait’. Sam backed away.

‘What’s wrong?’ said Sam. Steve took a deep breath and looked up at Sam.

‘I might never walk again’ said Steve. Sam crouched down so that she was the same level as Steve.

‘And?’ said Sam.

‘I don’t want you to be stuck with me’ said Steve, as a tear rolled down his cheek.

‘I want to be with you’ said Sam as she wiped Steve’s face. ‘No matter what’.

‘Are you sure…I mean…’ said Steve. However, he didn’t get to finish his sentence as Sam planted a big kiss upon his lips.

‘I left you once before, I’m not going to do it again’ said Sam as she went in for another kiss. Steve pulled his face away. ‘What?’.

‘If we’re going to do this, we need to take it slow’ said Steve. Sam moved back and smiled.

‘Okay, so…we?’ said Sam.

‘Yeah…we’. Sam started to wheel Steve over to the lift.

‘We…sounds good’ said Sam. Steve smiled. ‘I missed that’.

‘Missed what?’ said Steve as he entered the lift.

‘You…smiling’ said Sam as she pressed the button. Steve moved his and up and touched his lips. My god, I’m smiling.

‘Yeah…me too’ said Steve.

DING

‘Is everything okay?’ said a voice. Steve then released he had reached the needed floor. And, the voice he had heard was DS Kate Fleming’s. Steve wheeled himself out of the lift. He headed over to his desk. Kate walked over to Steve and sat on the edge. ‘Hey’ said Kate.

‘Hey Kate’ said Steve. ‘How are you?’.

‘I’m okay’ said Kate. ‘What about you, that was one hell of a smile you had on, coming out of the lift’?’.

‘I wasn’t smiling’ said Steve. Kate raised her eyebrows and gave Steve a ‘really’ look.

‘Steve. You looked like the Cheshire Cat’ said Kate.

‘Oh. I was thinking of something funny, that’s all’ said Steve. Kate put her hands up.

‘Okay, okay. Don’t tell me’ said Kate. She stood up and headed to her desk. ‘I just hope she’s worth it’.

She is.

‘Sarge, I have some files for you’ came a voice from next to Steve. Steve looked up and noticed it was Tanja. 

Oh yeah, in the past two months AC-12 had taken on some new recruits. There was DS Jamie Desford who had transferred from TO-2, PC Maneet Bindra who had transferred from SF-9, DS Tanja Jenkens from RC-24 and DS Sandra Willow from AC-3. 

‘Thanks…Tanja’ said Steve, almost forgetting her name. ‘How are you settling in?’.

‘Everyone is so shut away’ said Tanja. Steve opened the top file.

‘Yeah, trust is a big thing here’ said Steve. ‘But don’t worry, you’ll get there’.

‘Thank you, Sarge’ said Tanja. She went and sat back at her desk.

 DING DING

I miss you. Anything interesting happening? xxx

I miss you to. No, not atm. Just reading some files xxx

DING DING

Same here, how are you feeling today? xxx

Not too bad, you? xxx

DING DING

Yeah, I’m good xxx

Cool, look I love talking to you but I need to work. So, speak later xxx

DING DING

Okay babe. Have fun? LOL. Speak later xxx

‘Wow, someone’s popular’ said Kate, after listening to Steve’s text alert go off multiple times.

‘Huh…what?’ said Steve. Kate walked over to Steve.

‘You’ve got a little something on your face again’ said Kate. Steve looked at Kate, all confused. ‘You’re smiling’. Steve touched his face and sure enough, there it was. A big, fat cheesy grin. Well, another one.

[line-of-duty-gift-exchange]

This seems like a good opportunity to re-advertise the Line of Duty Fic exchange!!! I honour of this AMAZING news, I’m extending the deadline to sign up!

All details of how to sign up to the exchange are on this page, new deadline for entries is going to be 08.11.2024!!! 🎄🎄🎄

[cloudywithachanceofjam]

Ports in a Storm

SO I finally got round to writing some Steve Arnott fanfiction!

Here is the very first chapter of Ports in a Storm!

It’s a Steve x OFC fic, so check it out if you’re in the need for some Steve.

[northern-writer]

Solid Ground ~ Steve Arnott x OC

“She’s his solid ground, son.”

Summary: She’s a hardworking Forensic Consult. He’s the DS who rocks a waistcoat. Diana has known Steve since the very beginning. Through all of the trails, tribulations and slightly worrying behaviour. These are screenshots of their friendship, and eventually… Their romance.

Pairing: Steve Arnott x Diana Jackson (OC)

Warnings: None (So Far)

Part One Coming Soon.

[northern-writer]

Solid Ground: Playlist

Solid Ground ~ Michael Kiwanuka

Be My Baby ~ The Ronettes

Toxic ~ 2WEI

What a Man Gotta Do ~ Jonas Brothers

Man’s World ~ MARINA

Bad Guy ~ Billie Eilish

The Man ~ The Killers

All That She Wants ~ Ace of Base

IDGAF ~ Dua Lipa

Blue Monday ~ HEALTH

Somebody’s Watching Me ~ Madelyn Darling

Trouble ~ Shampoo

Castles ~ Freya Ridings

[northern-writer]

Solid Ground: Main Characters

Diana Jackson

Age: 29

Job Role: Forensic Consultant ~ To AC-12.

Nickname(s): Di (Most People); Sunshine (Steve) & Lady Di (Anyone taking the Piss.)

Info: Born in the North. Ex-Boyfriend is an arsehole (that’s what Steve says, anyway.) Has been friends with Steve for at least 6/7 years. Professional, kind, considered a delight to be around - but on the flip side, is extremely stubborn, a bit of a firecracker (she’s a Scorpio lads) and loyal to her colleagues/friends at AC-12. Probably always had feelings for Steve. Is most definitely not H, as she couldn’t keep a secret THAT big. Doesn’t drink or smoke. Can’t use guns - more like, refuses to. Distrusts Dot from day one.

Steve Arnott

Age: 35

Job Role: Detective Sergeant ~ AC-12 (Not quite a DI yet.)

Nickname(s): Steven (Diana); Mate (Kate) & Sweetheart (Angry!Diana.)

Info: Southerner through and through. Extremely protective of Diana, even though he knows she can handle herself. Gentle, a little moody and a hard worker. Feels like he has to make Diana proud - but constantly let’s her down (struggled to keep it in his pants a couple of times.) Probably always had feelings for Diana. Favourite part of the day is having lunch with Diana. Is most certainly not H. Can be read like an open book. Calls everyone “mate.” Knows that he’ll always have Diana’s support - regardless of what happens.

Richard Wilkins

Age: 33

Job Role: Crime Scene Investigator.

Nickname(s): Rich (Most people) & Knob (Steve.)

Info: Diana’s rather clingy ex-boyfriend. Cheated on her with a friend. Saying that - Is good at his job. A scientific mind. Has a mutual dislike with Steve. Became secretive towards the end of their relationship - series 2/3. Is he H? Maybe, maybe not. Still occasionally works alongside Diana. Knows Jill Bigalow a little too well.

Kate Fleming

Age: 34

Job Role: Detective Inspector ~ Murder Investigation Team (Fmr. AC-12.)

Nickname(s): Mate (Steve) & Kay (Diana.)

Info: Nottingham born and bred. Separated from Mark. An amazing mum to Josh. Treats Diana like the sister she never had. Proud, considerate and one the best undercover officers going. Also calls everyone “mate.” Could be H, but don’t think she is. Extremely secretive at times. Loyal to those around her - gets her into tricky situations at times. Never misses the chance to have a glass of wine with Diana.

Matthew “Dot” Cottan

Age: 39

Job Role: Detective Inspector ~ AC-12 (Fmr. AC-9/TO-20.)

Nickname(s): Dot (Everyone); Slenderman (Diana) & The Caddy (To all those who know...)

Info: A Blackpool native. Joins AC-12 in series 2. Just one of the ‘lads.’ Doing his best to hide who he really is. Initially fancies Diana, but that turns to contempt. Arrogant, a little slimy and highly competent. Always has an eye on everyone. A thorn in Steve’s side. Obviously H - well, one of them.

Ted Hastings

Age: 55

Job Role: Superintendent ~ AC-12.

Nickname(s): The Gaffer (Steve); Boss (Everyone) & Cap (Diana.)

Info: Northern Irish. The Boss. Nobody messes with Ted. He’s after one thing, and one thing only - Bent Coppers. Father figure vibes. Protective of Diana. Secretly ships her with Steve - possibly has a bet going with someone in the office. Has some issues. Anger issues. Separated from his wife. Once thought to be H, but he’s not. Would do anything for his AC-12.