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The Implicit Demand for Proof (9)
Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?
Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language, fluff, angst
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-The next morning-
It was raining and raining, hard. The sun refused to come out from behind the clouds. You watched the raindrops roll down the window in the break room. Leaning your head against the cold glass, you checked your phone. Again. No notifications.
You’d been waiting on Loki to call you with any info, but you’d just be happy to hear from him. He was out tailing Keller Dover. You were back at the station trying to find a lead on your prime suspect.
You grabbed your snack from the vending machine and walked back towards your desk.
You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
Well speak of the devil.
“Yeah?” Your opening remark getting strait to the point, leaving no time for pleasantries. Loki must have been rubbing off on you.
“Hey, Dover caught me following him so I’m heading back. He’s definitely hiding something.”
“Damn.” You replied, biting your nail. It was an anxious habit you’d yet to quit.
“Yeah. So get this…Mrs. Dover thinks Keller has been helping us this whole time. She has no idea where he’s really been.”
“Oh hell.” Your words oozing with irritation. Just what you guys needed was to chase after Keller Dover.
“And she called me last night thinking Anna had come home all cause a damn window was open in the house. She isn’t gonna be any help. She’s been taking sleeping pills this whole time.” Loki let out a sigh.
“Oh great.” Sarcasm rolling off your tongue with ease.
“Found a bag of Lye in their basement- which, by the way, is like a dooms day pepper’s dream- half used.”
“Well that may be a bad sign for us finding Alex Jones..if Dover did do something to him. Under high heat and pressure, lye can turn corrosive enough to disintegrate a body.”
“Yeah.” Loki sighed. “I know.”
“Shit.” You anxiously a hand through your hair.
“Well, I don’t think Dover killed him. He’s sure that Alex knows where the girls are, won’t kill his only lead.”
“Yeah.” Loki said. “Maybe”
Silence lingered only for a moment, and in that moment you saw your opportunity.
“Hey..uh…you wanna go and grab lunch?” You asked, nervously fidgeting with the lid on your coffee cup. You felt like a teenager asking out their crush, except you weren’t a teenager and you were working and hungry.
“Um..” His heart was screaming yes, but his brain was screaming no. He had to solve this case, needed to before time ran out, before it consumed him.
“Uh..not now. Really need to find out what Dover’s been doing and find our guy from yesterday. There’s a good place you can order from-“
“Yeah, no of course, the case.” You interrupted. “See you back at the station then.” You said and abruptly hung up the phone. That did make you a little upset, which was stupid, but you were really looking forward to getting lunch with him. Just him. Not sharing a table with three others in the break room, eating while working, or eating by yourself at your desk. You wanted lunch with Loki. Hell, forget lunch, you’d settle for just the detective.
You hoped Loki’s refusal wasn’t personal. You had overheard that Loki solved every case he’d ever been assigned, you guessed he didn’t get that track record by going out for lunch with co workers.
.
Loki walked into the bullpen, his jaw clenched and shoulders stiff. He was desperately hoping y/n was able to get a lead. Didn’t help that he’d just been in a yelling match Keller Dover..again.
His body became less tense at the sight of y/n, who was currently talking on the phone.
David sat at his desk and began to search for more background on Keller Dover. He couldn’t help but glance over at y/n.
God, she was so pretty.
Almost like she felt him staring, she turned and locked eyes with the detective for a moment. Lokis heart definitely skipped a beat but he wouldn’t admit that. She flashed a polite smile, then went back to writing down a few notes.
“Okay, thank you. Bye.” She hung up.
David expected y/n to immediately swivel her chair towards him and tell him if she’s got a lead.
He wanted to see her eyes light up cause she found something and he wanted to hear the sweet sound of her voice.
She didn’t.
She didn’t even say hi, just kept working.
Unusual for her.
David thought to himself for a minute.
What could be wrong? Other than present circumstances, of course.
‘See you back at the station then.’ Her words echoed in his mind.
She’s upset about lunch? Damn it. Should’ve said yes. Maybe I should apologize? But it’s only lunch, isn’t it? Am I overthinking it? Is y/n overthinking it?
Just talk to her.
Right. Talking.
He tapped his fingers nervously on the desk, glancing at y/n once more.
Play it cool David, play it cool.
Just ask her if she’s got any leads.
“Got anything?” He finally asked.
She let out a sigh.
“Almost.”
Loki raised his brow, encouraging her to elaborate.
“I got results back from sending the sketches of our suspect to my people back home. I had them run the sketches with FBI facial recognition software- Comparing them with Pennsylvania drivers Licenses. It came back with only 5 results. I’ve confirmed 2 of 5 alibis. Working on the rest.”
“That’s..fuck, that’s great.” He said, growing excited at such a good lead.
Loki hesitated before his next sentence.
“So..what happened to ‘staying on the same page’ ?”
Y/n’s demeanor changed before Loki even finished his sentence. She drew into herself, crossing her arms as she spoke, “I’m sorry, Loki. I just get really zoned into my work sometimes. And like you, I’m not used to having a partner, you know?”
Y/n rolled her chair back to her desk.
“Yeah. I know.” Loki replied.
In the field, he was trained so he could handle almost any situation, but his relationships were a different story. Loki had always been a loner, never really getting close with anyone.
Loki and Y/n worked at their desks for a while, both afraid to create tension with the other.
.
“Huh.” Loki remarked, leaning back in his chair.
Y/n leaned back in her own chair, peering out from behind the narrow cubicle wall that divided their desks.
Loki noticed her staring and motioned for you to come look at his computer.
David hoped y/n would view the gesture as an olive branch, albeit unnecessary, as the perceived tension between him and y/n was purely based on raised emotions and the two of them running on empty. David had come to learn over the last six days, emotions were tricky things to navigate, especially when y/n was around.
She rolled over to him in her chair, leaning in close. Loki caught a whiff of her perfume, he was immediately intoxicated by the scent. It suited her.
Y/n’s brows knitted in confusion
“William Dover Obituary?”
“Look.” Loki pointed to his computer screen. “Dover’s father killed himself when Keller was a teen. Left Keller the house. I bet that’s where he’s going during the day and possibly keeping Alex Jones. I’m gonna go check it out.”
He stood, putting on his coat.
“I’ll keep on these leads, let you know when I have something.” Y/n replied, flashing him another polite smile.
Loki returned it with the same gesture.
On the drive to Dover’s dad’s old apartment building, Loki grew increasingly suspicious of the man, especially when he pulled up to the property. It was super dilapidated and he was sure the inside looked worse.
After entering through the window, Loki’s suspicions were confirmed. It was a perfect place to hide a body among other crimes.
He entered what he assumed was a living area only to find Mr. Dover laying on the floor. Loki hoping he hadn’t drank himself to death since their earlier conversation.
“Hey, rise and shine.” Loki said, kicking him.
Not dead, just drunk.
.
Loki’s tour of the building was cut short by his phone ringing.
“Shit.”
Caller ID: (f/n) (l/n)
If anyone was going to interrupt him, he was glad it was y/n.
“Hello?”
“Loki! I’ve got our guy!” Yn was practically yelling. “The Clerk from the mall called, got his license plate and he’s the last guy on my list. Bob Taylor. 437 Carrol Street. Meet you there.”
“Yeah? Ok. Meet you there.” He replied and slipped his phone back in his pocket.
“Go home Mr. Dover” he ushered and hurried out the door.
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Hi do you take requests for Detective David Loki? He was in the movie prisoners, if you do take requests would you write about him coming home after a long day to just want to lay down in bed with his partner. You can add anything else you would like.
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Light of My Life | Detective David Loki x GenderNeutral!Reader
Hey there!
Okay, so, technically I don't write for him - or at least I didn't, lol (I am now). I didn't have him listed, but Jake Gyllenhaal was the reason I first watched the movie a few years ago, so I might as well!
Anyway, thanks for the request, and I hope you like what I've done with it! <3
summary; See above.
notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Implied/Referenced Murder; Implied Depression; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Cuddling; Fluff; Short Fic.
Getting out of his car, opening the door, walking inside and letting his keys fall in place on the little table in the hallway felt like chore after chore. It was as though it all took a lot more effort than it really needed. He was drained. Exhausted. It had settled deep into his bones by then.
David has had a tough case on his hands lately. He had solved it today, but not without any dead bodies. Not without any blood on his hands. He felt a piece of his soul die with it. How much of it was still left anyway?
The only light in his life was you.
Coming home to you was what kept him going. Helping people was what motivated him to keep working, to go outside every day. But you were the sole reason why he hadn’t given up altogether and why days like this hadn’t pulled him down and under with them entirely yet. He could only save so many after all.
“David?” you asked, rounding the corner to the hallway, which he still stood in, frozen to the spot.
Blinking rapidly, David nodded, swallowing thickly.
“Yeah, hi! Sorry, I was just- I was lost in my own head for a minute there,” he excused himself to you, rubbing his forehead tiredly. God, he just wanted to curl up and sleep forever.
“Hey, are you okay? Did something happen at work?” you prodded gently, coming up to him and stopping only mere inches away from him.
Shaking his head, David sighed heavily, “I’m fine.”
In a way he hated himself for not being honest with you. No, he wasn’t fine. Yes, something did happen. He was tired and distressed, and he needed to be held and to be told that things were going to be okay; even if it may not feel that way right now.
When he felt your hands on his jacket, he flinched for a split second. He hadn’t noticed you moving at all, let alone touching him.
“Sorry,” you murmured, “I just wanted to take it off for you. Okay?”
David nodded.
Then you unzipped his jacket and gently took it off before hanging it up on the coat hanger. While you did that, he took his boots off. He felt a lot lighter already, like he left some of the horrors he’d seen and felt that day behind himself.
“Come on,” you said, taking his right hand into yours and pulling him after you to the bedroom.
Were you a mindreader? Or did you just know him so well that you knew that this was exactly what he needed and wanted right now?
In the bedroom, you both undressed down to your shirts and underwear. And then you laid down on the bed together.
At first, David just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, while you shifted on your side to look at him. He could feel your eyes on him.
“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it,” you told him softly, putting a gentle hand on his chest. The light pressure and warmth put him slightly more at ease already.
“I wish I could just tell you about it, Y/N. But I can’t,” David responded, turning his head to finally look at you, as he laid his own hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers.
You gave him a small, sincere smile.
“It’s okay. I know you’re not allowed to anyway and I understand that it’s hard for you. I was thinking that you should maybe see a counsellor then? Just a suggestion, though. I’m worried about you, y’know?”
If it had been anyone else that had suggested this, he would have immediately blocked them off and refused. But this was you. And so he gave it a moment to sink in.
Perhaps you were right. Maybe he should see someone about it. Captain O’Malley had often mentioned that he should and that there was someone specifically for police officers.
“Okay,” he whispered, “I might do that. I’ll talk to the captain so he can give me some contacts.”
Shifting closer to him, you tangled your legs with his and stroked his hair with your free hand.
“Thank you,” you told him quietly, pressing a short kiss to his forehead.
David closed his eyes and simply revelled in the warmth, safety and comfort you were currently showering him in. This was why he loved coming home to you so much. Every time you knew what to do and say to make him feel better, no matter what he may have seen out there, whatever he may have witnessed or done. None of it mattered here with you.
And soon, he finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber, leaving everything bad behind himself.
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Missy’s 3.5K Challenge
Missy’s 3500 Challenge!!
WOW! How did I reach 3500 followers? What a crazy ride this continues to be. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.
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Rules:
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Reblog this post so others can join in.
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Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, AU or Prompt you want.
Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)
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Can be either reader insert or OFC
No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG.
Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s longer than 500 words
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Marvel Characters:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Wanda
Natasha
Tony
Loki
Thor
Pietro
Billy Russo
Brock Rumlow
Helmut Zemo
Non-Marvel Characters:
Ransom Drysdale
Ari Levinson
Frank Adler
Andy Barber
Curtis (Snowpiercer)
Lloyd Hansen
Nick Fowler
Frank (endings/beginnings)
Chris (Destroyer)
Charles Blackwood
Dean Winchester
Lt. Bradley “Rooster Bradshaw (Maverick)
AU’s:
Mob
Biker
A/B/O
Cop/Detective
Firefighter
Bartender
Royalty
Vikings
Tropes:
Enemies (to friends) to lovers
Sex pollen
First Time
Annoying Neighbor (Tony - @mostly-marvel-musings )
Love at first sight
Evil Twin (Steve - @ironlady1993 )
Hate Sex
Opposites Attract
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"They invited us for the family brunch, am I slashing the tires, or are you?"
"I can't believe you made plans, I thought we were on the same side," (Brock - @nekoannie-chan )
"no one else gets to hurt you, you're mine!" (Mob AU/Andy is prosecuting Steve/trope 1/ - @adulting-sucks )
"I'm 90% certain I lost my sanity because of you," (Stark/Mob au/trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo ) & (Trope 5/Lloyd- @nepenthe-raes-affairs )
"You think your life is worth more than mine? Think again sweetheart," (Ransom & Lloyd AU 7, Tropes 5 and 6, - @sarah-in-disguise )
“Of course, they'll fall in love, I planned it," (Stark/Mob au/Trope 4 @pigwidgeonxo )
"Her boyfriend showed up? Oh no, this isn't good," (SamxBlack ReaderxBucky/trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon )
"You're single, they're single, I'm a great third-wheel. It's a perfect match,"
"So I mean nothing to you now?" After everything we've done!"
"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here now,” (Dean/Bartender/Sex pollen - @tarithenurse ) & (Dark Steve - @kitkatd7 )
"Remind me to take a vacation after this,"
"I was never good enough, you always hurt me, so why? why do I miss you?" (Steve or Brock - @nekoannie-chan )
"I can't stop staring at her picture," (Ari/AU 7/trope 8 - @ladyfallonavenger )
"The image of you pops into my head and I just lose my breath,"
“You had me at hello.” (Dean/royalty- @spnexploration )
"Ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave," (Steve/Mob - @captainapple )
"I’ll always be here for you,”
"This is why I love you,"
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" (Ransom/bartender au - @fluffycutecevans )
"you're so beautiful,"
"I would burn the whole city down for you," (Loki/Vikings/Enemies to lovers - @floatinginadreamofhim )
"I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?" (Enemies to lovers/BillyorThor - @lokislastlove )
“Just kiss already!” (Trope 4, w/Sam or Steve @ghostofskywalker )
“I miss your warmth,” (Steve - @americasass81 )
“Do you regret letting us end?” (Trope 7, w/ Sam - @fluffyprettykitty )
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Can I get some Fic recs, please?
Does anyone know of great stories featuring cannon divergence from around this scene:
I'm looking for a timeline branch from the events of Avengers and/or starting with what happened in Endgame. Either Loki doesn't go to Mongolia or things go very differently after he is there. TVA or no TVA, written in 2013 or just posted last week. If it starts when Loki is in the Avenger's custody I want to read it!
Ships welcome. Loki is the bicycle of my fandom; everybody gets a ride if it is safe, sane, and consensual. Sygin/Loki is a preferred ship, but I sail on so many others of every gender configuration. I even wrote a Loki/Sif (though that romance was doomed) and enjoy sightings of rare ships and ships that just float in the background. Loki/Sylvie is my least favorite, but if the fic is well written and the romance isn't the entire story I'll give it a shot.
Gen fic welcome. Family and political drama is my jam. The Avengers keeping Loki in the tower and ensuing hijinks is a lot of fun. Loki trying to do something about Thanos gives me life. My favorite tag is "fix-it" but I also enjoy a good cry. Major character death is fine so long as it isn't Loki or isn't permanent.
Crossovers welcome. I'm into Doctor Who, Merlin (BBC), Sherlock Holmes (all variants, even Great Mouse Detective,) Miraculous, and Harry Potter. Other fandoms welcome if the story is self-contained (that is, the crossover material is explained to the Marvel characters so that a reader unfamiliar with the source material isn't lost.)
What I keep finding when I look myself and don't want to read: I don't enjoy Y/N and self inserts, but I'm not against OCs. Not looking for horror/extreme gore/ torture/ stories where you are supposed to feel a bit sick due to graphic descriptions. Violence is fine, it's superheros after all, but not if graphic whump is the point of the story.
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Green And Red Aren’t Just For Christmas
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by SourDamageControl
With a few thousand years of experience under your belt, and many more to come, you have yet to grow old. In all your years you’ve seen gods come and go, and Odín, now in his late life, has had two sons. Each Brilliant in their own way. Watching over them has been your job since your mother brought you to the Castle of Asgard. Now with your Family gone, you’re left with one thing, your duty. But now with the Valkyries on the hunt, you must watch a certain two princes in secret.
Words: 1764, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021), Matantei Loki Ragnarok | Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok, Norse Religion & Lore, Norse Mythology - Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology (freeform)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Captain America - Character, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Iron Man, Steve Rogers, Black Widow, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, The Hulk, Frigg | Frigga (Norse Religion & Lore), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Óðinn | Odin (Norse Religion & Lore), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Chewie | Goose (Marvel), Loki (Norse Religion & Lore), James "Bucky" Barnes
Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Loki/Reader, Loki/Reader, Loki/OC, Tony Stark & Reader (Platonic)
Additional Tags: OC/Self Insert/Reader, as in you the reader have a name, but I’m also doing this for me, so hush, No use of y/n, Tony Stark Antics, Cannon diversion, But basically up until 2012 it follows cannon, Avengers 2012 - Freeform, Canon-Typical Violence, Jotunn | Frost Giant, Frost Giant Loki, Phoenix reader, Reader Has Powers, Reader Is Unofficial Avenger, Coulson is alive, Asgard, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Damage, Thor is Not Stupid (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), Actually Good Father Odin, Thor is confused, Awesome Frigga (Marvel), References to Norse Religion & Lore
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So Much For My Happy Ending
Gif source: 1 | 2 | 3
Imagine being the reason Detective Loki doesn’t have a partner.
Pairings: Detective David Loki/Reader
Warnings: Angst, some fluff; language; flashbacks/time-skips; I am not a cop so probably incorrect cop-jargon!!!
Word Count: 5,017 words
Reader Gender: Female
Author: Meg
Summary: A series of blurbs that tell the story of how and why Detective Loki doesn’t have a partner.
A/N: Uhm? My hand slipped?? And I’m crying??? I’m sorry????
“No.”
“No?” Captain O’Malley scoffs, and David feels his eye tick with the annoyance of it all. “You need a partner, Loki. Fucks sake, just take Carter, or Wedge! Hell, take anyone with you; I don’t care!”
“All due respect, go fuck yourself, Captain,” David huffs, not flinching when the older man slams his hand against the desk in front of him, before pointing angrily at him.
“Fuck you! I’m gonna’ let that slide this once, considering what happened, but it’s been a year, Loki! You know damn well you’re gonna’ have to partner up again someday,” O’Malley’s voice softens, but only slightly, as he continues. “Look. losing her was hard on the whole department, but I can’t have you runnin’ around without having some kinda’ backup---”
Loki shakes his head, the collar of his shirt feeling a bit too tight as he swallows, mind racing with memories he’d rather forget, as he turns to leave the office he hadn’t wanted to enter in the first place, “I don’t need a partner, Captain.”
Had it really been a year ago?
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“I don’t need a partner, Captain,” David spoke behind a mouthful of one of the donuts that Sandy from dispatch had left in the break room. His desk was a crime scene in itself, files and folders scattered in the aggressive beginnings of a new investigation. He chases the bite of what had quickly become sugary mush with his coffee, bitter and hot as it slicks down his throat, rasping his voice when he adds, “Especially not some kid.”
“I’m sorry, did that sound like a fuckin’ request, Loki?” O’Malley rolls his eyes, “You’ve got a new partner, starting today, and I expect you to show her the ropes.”
“Don’t got much of a choice,” he shoots back, setting his coffee on one of the rare clean spaces of his desk, before O’Malley nods in authoritative satisfaction.
“You don’t,” his captain was smiling, annoying David, but they both knew there was nothing to be done about it. He had managed to get out of partnering up for this long solely due to the odd number of detectives and officers, and this was the remedying of that issue in the department.
David leans back in his chair as O’Malley abandons him, jaw clenched as he tries to focus on the photos that peeked from one of the folders. His jaw ticks. He can’t focus. Black dress pants come into his peripheral, but he pays it little attention until a soft clearing of the throat can be heard to his left.
“Detective Loki?”
When he lays eyes on you for the first time, he can’t help but notice how skittish you looked. Like you didn’t want to bother him. He takes a sip of his coffee, just to make you wait. Just to see how you reacted.
You shift on your feet, offering an awkward chuckle, before introducing yourself, “I believe we’re assigned to be partners.” You offered him your hand to shake, as he set his coffee back down. “It’s nice to meet you, Detective.”
You looked like a damn teenager, he thought.
“Loki,” he takes your small hand with his larger one, pleasantly surprised at the firmness of your grip, before releasing it.
“Huh?”
“Just, call me Loki.”
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Your ice broke far sooner than his did. At the end of the first week, he had read you like an open book, but that hadn’t been too hard with how easily you opened up in the passenger seat of his car. You talked, while he mostly listened, and before he knew it, you had slipped under his skin.
You were bright eyed and bushy tailed and everything that he wasn’t. You freely told him about the house you grew up in and what you did on your time off. You invited him to drinks after work and dinners that he would refuse, but admittedly you were wearing him down.
Then, one day you look at him, mouth half-full of a bite of the burger you’d made him run through the drive-thru and get before you started this stake out, finger dancing briefly along the collar of his shirt, skin barely grazing his neck, “So, do you wear this up so tight because of the policy?”
David pulls from your touch, far more astonished by it than you seemed to be. You had touched him like it was the most natural thing to do, like you were close friends, not thinking a second thought about it before you reached over and did it. His hand landed on his collar, right where your fingers had once brushed, and he was pretty damn sure that he was fucking blushing just a little bit.
“What?” he asks, as you sip the large drink, clearly unaware of his shock.
“The collar,” you point, before taking another sip, “Do you button it all the way because of the dress policy regarding tattoos?” His hand pulls his collar up somewhat, right where his neck tattoo had peeked out, as he looks back to the house he was supposed to be watching. A frown etches onto his face as a grin blossoms on your own, “Because if it is, I think it’s pretty obvious you have tattoos already, Loki. I mean, you got ‘em on your knuckles, so you’d have to wear gloves, too---”
“I don’t care about the fuckin’ policy,” Loki huffs.
“Oh, so it’s for fashion, then?” you tease, catching the side of a glance that sends you giggling in the seat beside him. The way you lean over, to nudge his bicep slightly, has him cracking a smile, “You a fashionista, Loki?”
“Yeah, that’s it. It’s for the fashion,” he throws back, sarcasm lacing his tone, but you only grin wider at him, spotting the curve of his lips as he tugs his beanie down snugly on his head.
“Nah, see, I don’t think you are. Don’t you wanna’ know how I deduced that you’re not a fashionista, Loki?” you wiggle your brows at him, and he rolls his eyes hard.
“I don’t.”
“Don’t you want to hear my stunning detective work?”
“Really, no.”
“Here it is,” you breathe deeply, catching his attention as you lean towards him, like you were about to share a secret that only he could hear. He catches himself leaning forward slightly, only to get poked in the chest as you grin wickedly, “You don’t own a single tie, do ya’, Loki?” Leaning back in your seat, you shrug as if you had solved it, “Case. Closed.”
He groans, while you snort, but his smile lingers, “I own a fucking tie.”
~
His ice melted, slowly, but with the inevitability of an iceberg in the ocean. About four months in, he finally agreed to dinner after a rough shift that had nearly ended in you getting a black eye, and him getting stabbed in a strip club parking lot.
The Waffle House was like a yellow beacon of hope in the hazy fog of what was technically the early morning, and Loki collapsed into the hard booth much like you did.
“It’s fuckin’ cold,” you grumble across from him, sniffing harshly. The beginning of an oncoming cold, if the Mucinex that rested in his backseat was anything to go by.
His eye ticks as he grabs a menu, despite already knowing what he wanted to eat, “You should know by now to bring a jacket with you.”
“What are you, my mom?” you quip, and he shoots you a look. You stick your tongue out at him, and he frowns to hide how endearing he found you.
“I can’t believe I’m partners with a fuckin’ child,” he teases you right back, and you make a point of ignoring him when the waitress comes to take your order.
“Ya’ know,” you grin, eyes sliding to peer back at him when he tucks his menu back where it came from, “if you were a gentleman, you’d give me your parka.”
He chuckles, making a show of zipping his parka as you frown at him, “What makes you think I’m a gentleman, kid?” The waitress sits down your coffee. You take yours with too much sugar and creme, he’s come to memorize, as he sips at his own.
“Right,” you scoff, but there’s a joke behind the faux edge to your tone, “what was I thinking? Your coffee’s as black as your soul, Loki.”
“Why do you even order coffee?” he hides his smirk behind another sip, “It’s all just milk.”
The night goes on like that, as you pour over your waffle while he takes his eggs and bacon. Banter back and forth that almost makes him forget the ordeal of the shift before. He laughs more than he used to, he realizes, when you have him nearly in stitches at around two in the morning, half your meals gone and the diner nearly all to yourselves.
“Nuh-uh,” he snatches up the ticket, right as the waitress sets it down and he spots your hand reach for it, “I got it.” He’s fishing out his wallet as you protest, calling him all sorts of things that are laced with giggles.
“Yeah, well, I’m gettin’ the next one!” you challenge, downing the rest of the coffee you had the horror of realizing was cold by now, when he stands to pay the check at the front. You come up behind him, tugging up at your belt and teasing by his ear as he gets rung up, “What was that you said about not bein’ a gentleman, Loki?”
By the time he glances back at you, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed, you’re halfway out the door and on the way back to his car
When he drives you home, he doesn’t let himself admit it’s as close to a date as he’s had in months.
~
“There’s just one thing I can’t figure out,” David starts, and you look back at him from the investigation board with wide, curious eyes.
“Just one?” you point your thumb towards the board, “I gotta’ couple things I can’t figure out about this one. Like, why cut out the eyes? Is it just because the sick fuck doesn’t wan’t them to look at him, or is it like a kinky thing---”
“Not about that,” he stops you with a wave of his hand, before leaning forward in his chair and pointing at you, squeezing the bright pink stress ball you had given him as a joke gift at Christmas--- it was surprisingly one of his favorite things he owned.
“What about then?”
“You--- what’s a girl like you doin’ in the police?” you frown at him, while he justifies his question, “Just saying, you’re an optimist. You think the best in people; even after all the fucked up shit you’ve seen with me on our beat, you still do, I can tell. I can’t get it.”
“Aw, Loki, don’t tell me you’re sayin’ I’m a ray of sunshine in your dull, pessimist life?”
He leans back in his seat with a roll of his eyes, squeezing the stress ball until his knuckles went white, “Forget I asked---”
~
You don’t tell him the answer until seven months as his partner. It was a bad night, and another cop had been shot in a shootout with a suspect. You’d been pressing at the crimson of his chest, feeling the disgustingly sticky feeling of his blood covering your fingers even through the jacket you’d pushed to the wound. He had died on the street, like a dog, and Loki had to pull you off of him to get you to stop your frenzied compressions when the paramedics came.
He had driven you home in stunned silence, and when he walked you into your apartment, that was the first time he saw it.
A cat meowed at his feet, as you walked past it numbly, like you’d seen a ghost. His hand reached for your shoulder, and you turned easily to face him.
“Hey, kid,” he begins, low, as it didn’t feel quite right to speak louder than the soft murmur between you, “where’s your bathroom?”
You point him in the direction, and he takes you by the hand, dried blood sticking to it despite how many times you wiped it on your pants. You let him lead you there, and follow his instruction to sit on your sink’s counter, while he rummages through your things to retrieve a couple towels. The sound of running water accompanies his rummaging, and before you know it, he’s pressing the soft baby blue into your hands, water dripping down your fingertips as his own scrub you clean of the blood there with your rag.
“They’ll stain,” you manage to whisper, and he frowns in concentration at a particularly stubborn bit of crusted blood at your nail.
“I’ll get you new ones,” he smiles, forced and solely for your benefit, “You won’t mind if they’re hot pink, right?”
That gets a soft laugh from you, just a huff of one, really, but it was there, “I think white would be a better choice. Could bleach those fuckers when I gotta’ wipe blood off my hands.”
“I don’t know, the hot pink has character,” he tries to sound light, but it doesn’t. He wets the rag again, blood flowing with the water down the sink. Wringing it out, he drags it along your jaw, and your eyes meet his.
His hand stills at the turmoil there, and your voice cracks as you murmur, “He was aiming at me. The bastard, was aiming at me--- Donahue has kids, Loki--- It shoulda’ been---”
When your voice chokes, Loki finds himself grasping you at the nape of your parka, pulling you into his chest as his hand smooths between your shoulder blades, “Hey, don’t you fuckin’ dare, you hear me? Don’t you dare say it shoulda’ been you.” He hears the shudder of a breath that escapes along his shoulder, feels the heat of your breath along his collar, and knows that he’s breaking so many policies by doing this right now, but he can’t bring himself to fucking care. He already knows he’s in too deep.
“It woulda’ been, if Donahue hadn’t got in front of me,” you whisper, soft and broken, and Loki knows you’re crying, but he’s not going to acknowledge it, for either of your sakes.
“It wasn’t, though. It wasn’t,” his voice sounds, for the life of him, far more stable than he feels right now, as he feels himself twitch, smoothing his hand along your hair in a way far gentler than was necessary. He lets your fingertips grip into his shirt as the sound of your soft, shuddering breaths and the running water fills the room, until you let him go and pull back, wiping at your eyes like you were embarrassed to have him see you cry.
“Damn, now you’re all bloody. Why’d ya’ let me mess your nice shirt up,” you shoot at him through a sniffle and a forced smile, which he returns as best he can.
“Eh, I never liked this one much, anyway,” he tugs at the collar, lying through his teeth. “Collar’s too tight, can barely breathe sometimes in it.”
“Maybe if you didn’t button it all the way like a Catholic priest, you could fucking breathe,” your laugh is airy, the tease on your lips relaxing his shoulders and giving him the time to focus his attention on the rag in the sink instead of the feeling it sends rushing through him that really shouldn’t be there for his partner, or a girl as young as you.
“I don’t think the rags are gonna’ cut it, kid,” he sighs, admitting defeat at the messy sight of your stained clothing, but the blood no longer clings to your hands or jaw.
“Yeah,” you sigh sadly, looking down at yourself and splaying your fingers, picking at your nails where he hadn’t been able to completely get beneath. “I need a full shower, and I’m pretty sure this shirt’s history.”
“Well,” he nods, drawing out the word as he tucks his hands into his pockets, “I ought to leave you to it, then.”
Before he can leave, though, you call out to him softly, “Hey, Loki?”
“Yeah,” he dares to look back at you, despite his better judgement.
Your fingers grip the edge of the counter, on either side of your thighs, as you tilt your head at him, “You wanted to know why I became a cop, right?”
He nods, fingers stopping on the door frame, as he leans against it.
“My dad,” you swallow, clearly choked up by the thought. “He was a cop. Damn good one, too.” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, “Til one day, he didn’t come home, y’know? His partner came by the house, and of course my mom knew straight away what had happened, but I was so young. Just standing at the door, I keep asking him, ‘Where’s Daddy? When’s he coming home? Is he hurt?’ And my mom’s so tore up, crying already, she can’t catch her breath long enough to tell me.”
David was quiet, listening as you look to the ceiling to dry the tears welling up in your eyes, before you level yourself and continue, “Well, his partner pulls me aside, and gets on my level. Tells me everything--- how my dad’s not coming home, how a bad man killed him, and, you know, I think I knew right then that I wanted to try and stop that from happening to anyone else.” Your smile is bittersweet, as guilt reflects in your eyes, as easy a read as ever, “Guess I can’t even do that, though.”
He stands there for a beat, hesitation in his posture before he moves across the bathroom tile, guiding your eyes from it as his head dips. Consequences be damned.
His lips find your own, and you fit to each other like two pieces of the same broken puzzle. That’s the night he lets you find out what his tattoos really look like, and he finds out that you’re probably the thing he’s most scared of losing.
~
It’s when you’re laying on the couch with him, nine months into being his partner and about two months after becoming something more than that, that you ask him about them. He knew it was coming, but he hadn’t expected it to be when he was right on the verge of sleep, as an extremely boring rendition of Howard’s End played on the television--- you had a thing for shit like that, he found out. Your hand traced the star at his neck, slipping down to the hand he had resting on his chest, alongside your chin.
Your fingers brush along his knuckles, and the symbols adorning his knuckles, “What do they mean?” For a moment, he thinks he had dreamt the question, somewhere between consciousness and sleep, but then you repeat the question, tacking on his name, which had become reserved for private moments like this, “David?”
When your lips brush his knuckles, he cracks open an eye, squinting down at you in the soft glow from the television, as you raise a brow at him, “Hm?”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you give him your out, and he knows he can take it, but then you look at him with that soft, curious look you had easily realized could get just about anything out of him. “Just wondering.”
His knuckles curl against your lips, before he admits with a sigh, “They mean, I did some stupid shit when I was a kid.”
“Like what?” you give him a lopsided, playful grin, “Was it something scandalous? Ooh! Did you knock someone up?”
“No, thank God,” he groans, running his hand over his eyes to wake himself more before he continues. “I spent six years in Huntington Boys Home; ran with the wrong crowd back then. Landed me a couple of stints in juvie, before I got some sense and joined the force. Figured I was sick of wasting my life away.”
“Were you a gang leader?” you breathe against his lips lowly, still a bit of a tease in your tone. “Were you dangerous, David?”
“Oh, I was the kind of boy your mama woulda’ cried over if you brought home,” he growls against you, and tickles at your sides, forcing giggles to erupt from your chest as he tucks your body between his and the couch with a simple turn to his side.
“Too bad I didn’t meet you during my rebellious phase, I guess,” he hears you gasp as his lips trail down your neck.
“Mhm, too bad.”
~
He wants to take you on a proper date, he decides. Got the idea stuck in his head until it was all he could think about.
When he finally pitches it to you, you look back at him from where you were letting him push you on the grocery cart, your feet planted on the rail beneath as the weight of your groceries and his arms around you kept it from flipping. He already knows he’s in for it when you grin at him, that glint of mischief in his eyes something that he’d grown to know could only be followed by a tease.
“What? Like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, now?”
His heart stammers in his chest, and he reaches for the packaged cheese, tossing it into the buggie while keeping his outward cool, “If that’s what you wanna’ be.”
When his blue eyes slip from the dairy to find your face again, he finds you peering at him in a sort of shocked stupor, before you bite your bottom lip, a smile beaming from beneath your overbite, “For real? You want to be?” He swallows, and knows that he should not feel so nervous after all the things you’ve done together. You were doing this all out of order, but he can’t bring himself to regret a single minute of it. He can only bring himself to nod, waiting as his heart hammers embarrassingly loud in his ears--- feeling like that stupid kid he once had been, way before he ever met you.
“Well, David,” you raise your nose in the air haughtily, “I’ll have you know that I’m not the kind of girl who puts out on the first date, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He cracks, grinning over at the meats as he finds he’d absentmindedly wheeled you towards them, absentminded tick causing his face to twitch slightly.
“What, you a three-date kinda’ girl?” he shoots back, reaching for the sliced turkey, before you point to a different brand.
You grin at him as he places it in your hand, “I guess you’ll just have to find out, won’t you, boyfriend?” He’s sure you can’t see how enamored with you he is, as you toss the turkey into your cart.
The thought flies through his head, before he can even stop it, but he doesn’t dare let it fall from his tongue.
I love you.
~
The cat’s out of the bag when you both get called into O’Malley’s office. He’s frowning at the two of you, which is nothing new, but the way he shuts the door behind the two of you is.
“Now, I’m not the sort of man to reprimand two good detectives over rumors,” he begins, circling around the two of you to sit in his office chair, “but, I just want to make sure for myself.”
You glance at David, but his eyes remain trained on your captain. He looked bored, if anything else, poker face far too good to let anything else go, which is why the captain looks to you, with a frown that was all authority and reprimand.
“Is there something going on here that I need to be made aware about?” he stares solely at you, and David can tell you were starting to crack.
“Like what? What are you trying to say, Captain? Just come right out and fuckin’ say it,” he begins, drawing O’Malley’s attention and his glare as his twitch acts up again.
“I’m tryin’ to say, are you two screwing around?”
“I’m offended you would even---!”
“No---!” you squeak, but O’Malley doesn’t seem convinced.
O’Malley leans forward, folding his hands on his desk and silencing the two of you with the intensity of his stare, “Loki, you’re with Carter from now on.”
“What? No, Chief,” David snaps, poker face breaking, his jaw clenched in anger. “You don’t have any proof, and you’re just going to switch us up for a fuckin’ rumor?”
“If it’s just a fuckin’ rumor, why are you so mad about it, Loki?” O’Malley bites back. “Be glad I’m not writing you both up for fraternization!” He sighs, “Be glad I’m doing this, the both of you. It won’t be a problem if you’re not partners anymore, anyway.”
“You can’t just, change us up after all this time,” you try, but your voice is more like a plea than anything else, and O’Malley just looks at you with something akin to an apology.
“I can, and I am. You’re going to be partnered with Wedge. There isn’t a discussion to be had about this, and I think you both know that.”
Loki turns on his heel, ripping the door open with his annoyance, and making a straight line right for the stairs. His knuckles connect with the cement of the stairwell wall, anger radiating from him before he manages to compose himself.
How was Wedge going to watch your back like he could?
~
The call comes in when he’s sitting in a Taco Bell parking lot, Carter in his passenger seat and blasting an annoyingly loud rendition of Beat It by Michael Jackson, only it wasn’t Michael Jackson singing it. David almost sighs in relief at the excuse to turn down the fucking god-awful cover, but any relief is short lived as he hears the voice on the other end of the dispatch.
“All units, all units, respond. Unit twelve-fifty currently engaged in a code eight. Repeat, code eight. Suspect armed and dangerous at residence. Ten-twenty-one Maple Street. All units, respond.”
Carter sits up straight, an, “oh, shit,” huffing from his lips as other units respond to Sandy’s call.
David nearly rips the receiver from the radio, quickly responding, “Thirteen-forty, en route. E. T. A. ten minutes.” The wheels screech as his grip on the steering wheel tightens, Carter flipping the lights and siren on as he peels from the parking lot.
“Twelve-fifty, that’s---” Carter begins, and David nearly feels his heart jump to his throat as he confirms.
“Wedge’s cruiser.”
By the time he gets there, there are other cruisers, and S.W.A.T., as a suspect shoots from the windows of a house at the oncoming cars. David screeches to a stop, ducking his head and exiting the vehicle alongside the other cars for cover, weapon drawn.
“What the fuck happened?” he shouts as he makes it behind the S.W.A.T. car, finding O’Malley in a vest as he looks around for any sign of Wedge or you.
“Wedge called for backup, after shots were fired,” the look O’Malley levels him with has him weak in the knees, gripping onto his weapon as he leans on the truck. “S.W.A.T. just went around back, to engage and try to save the hostage.”
“Hostage,” David repeats, and O’Malley clenches his jaw.
“It’s (Y/N), Loki.”
~
Loki blinks up at the fluorescent lighting of the ceiling, feeling his eye tick as he hopes that maybe he’ll go blind if he stares there long enough. The soft meow of the cat, jumping up onto the table, breaks him from his intense stare, as he shovels another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
His hand runs along the fur of the cat’s back, and he decides he’s had enough for dinner tonight, after what the Captain had said about getting a new partner. His feet nudge the can of cat food as he passes it, suggesting that the cat grab a bite. It hops from the table and goes to sniff the food, before apparently deciding it didn’t have much of an appetite either.
He empties his cereal in the sink, washing the bowl, and abandoning it on the rack in his sink. His hands grip at the side of it, as he breathes slowly through his nose, shutting his eyes and trying his damned hardest not to cry again.
It wasn’t supposed to hurt so much, after all this time, but he had learned first hand that the pain never really did go away. You just learned to live with it.
“Come on,” he sighs down at the cat, as it rubs along his calves, before bending to scoop it up and scratch softly behind its ears, “let’s go to bed.”
He deposits it onto the bed as he pads into his bedroom. Lying down, he takes a deep breath, as the cat--- your cat--- settles against his thigh. The sheets had stopped smelling of you about four weeks after the funeral, but the cat--- it never stopped smelling like you.
His hand dips to the nightstand, opening the drawer, if only to torture himself further, and pulled out the small film canister that you had teased him about still having, with all the digital cameras he could use, without knowing what was inside of it. He pops it open, dumping its contents into the palm of his hand, and feeling the cool metal of the band with the pad of his thumb.
He holds it up to his face, watching the small diamond catch in the light, before he tucks it back into the canister and shuts the drawer once again.
The hardest part, had been telling your mother that he never got to pop the question.
No, David thinks, turning out the light, I don’t need another partner.
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EXSOMNIS
Chapter 7 - Trauma
Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant
Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.
Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.
Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.
The little Joy Birch had been rushed to the hospital by a woman, she had found her running near the highway 30 minutes ago. After asking the head nurse to have the case and getting rejected you went to your colleague.
“Dr Vera can we switch patient?” you requested
He eyed you over his glasses.
“and why should I say yes?” he was known to be an asshole but you tried anyway.
“Coz’ you owe me one.”
He sighed.
“Come on you know I was in Pediatrics during my internship. The E.R is all yours for at least a few hours.”
His eyes almost sparkle.
Entering Joy’s room with the tablet, someone followed closely.
“How is she? Can she talk?” Loki asked the nurse who looked at you as he entered.
“She won’t be able to answer to anything for now. She’s been highly drug, she needs to rest.” you declared eyes on the screen.
“When then!?” He fumed, the nurse tried to tell him gently to calm the hell down.
You sighed, “I’ll let you know.” He was about to open his mouth once again to yell.
“Not now Detective!” You countered firmly. The nurse froze on the other side of the bed, her eyes bouncing between the two of you.
“Prepare her for the Pediatrics please.” You ordered the nurse, she nodded getting back to the main desk. Loki went out followed by you.
Taking a big breath to stay calm you turn to him. “I understand you must find Anna, but Joy is not of any use right now.” He didn’t answer first then his eyes flickered “Don’t get in my way!” he retorqued still lost in his thoughts.
“Fuck you Loki!” You immediately lost your self-control, you were on the edge to slap him he was being a complete moron, he didn’t waver at your answer. At the same moment, Joy’s parents rushed in, shoving Loki to the side. He left, ordering cops around. Your attention turned to the Birch giving them Joy’s state.
“She ingested drugs, but she’ll be fine now, her body started to eliminate it on his own, she won’t be suffering any side effect like an addiction. She needs rest, we’ll move her upstairs in the Pediatrics in a few.”
Mrs Burch was caressing her child’s forehead, tears running down her face, you knew she wasn’t really listening. Mr Birch nodded to you, wiping his eyes.
“Let the nurse know if you need anything.”
You left the room, avoiding some officers. You demanded to follow Joy’s case up to Pediatrics. Excusing yourself from the unit, you step on the outdoor emergency staircase, you let out a cry of annoyance griping the handrail tight. As much as you knew the emotional and stressful burden that Loki was under, talking to you, especially you, like that was too much.
Joy's advance results were back from the lab, frowning at her sats you felt a presence behind you.
“So he's here ...” Erin appeared.
“Yep” you sighed
“Not going to lie, I liked him better before” she watched him from afar. Loki was reviewing things with the other Detective in the corridor.
“No kidding. Don't worry he's getting on my nerves too right now.” You tap on the screen a bit too hard, it made the screen wobble.
“What exactly did you see in him?” she continued, rubbing salt in the wound.
“Don't you have a job to do?” you suggested
“Break time, she said dismissing your question, he is stressing me!” she crossed her arms leaning on the desk.
“Remember when you practically shoved me in a room with him? you contributed to this happening.” pointing to him then to you, she immediately felt offended.
“Oh come on! Don't kill the cupid!” she cried
“Cupid AH! you fake laughed, see you later … Cupid my ass” you mumbled.
“No makeup shenanigans in maintenance lockers!” she whispered following you before turning right while you turned left to the lift.
“You're hilarious.” you said not amused, she, on the other hand, was wriggling her eyebrows as she always does.
10 minutes later the Dovers came in, a nurse might have seen you sighed because she passed by you letting you know that she got this one. Although you understood Mr Dover frantic actions, the man scared you a little. The elevator rang, and you heard Loki’s voice, mix feelings engulfed you as he passed the desks shouting to an officer. Suddenly Mr Dover exited Joy’s room, followed by his wife, your eyes bounced between him and Loki, everything happened in a blink of an eye, Mr Dover started running down the hallway, Loki yelled, pursuing him.
Rushing to Joy’s side just in case, you saw she was okay, she was awake but still weak. Most of the staffs presumed Mr Dover was the kidnapper, that’s why he ran they said. Despite his extremely weird behaviour and Loki’s fucking mood, the only thing that mattered to you at this moment was taking care of Joy. Seeing her state, you were really worried about Anna’s as she was tinier than the Birch’s child
Later on, you were back in the E.R while Joy was resting since she was stable.
“WE NEED A DOC HERE!” The head nurse called out, you rushed at the two medics bringing a young man.
“What do we got?”
“Male, around 30, GCS 4, he got into V-fib in the ambo but stable now.”
“What the hell,” you uttered observing with horror his face tumefies, probably broken nose and jaw, patches of burn skins all over. He couldn’t even open one of his eyes.
“Transfer on my count, 1.2.3!”
“Thanks guys,” the medics exited giving you room. Nurses bustle around him.
“BP 100 over 70, sats 98, heart rate 196.“ A nurse read the screen.
“I need an X-ray, ultrasound, EKG for now.” You ordered.
“It’s Alex Jones,” the grave voice at your left announced, Loki was there in the door frame. His face was shut, his jaw tensed and like every time he’s stressed out, he was blinking erratically.
After checking the X-ray and ultrasound you hissed at the result, this kid was not out of the woods. The nurse pushed in the IV some morphine, 2 nurses started cutting Alex’s clothes getting rid of it to see any other injuries. You took this time to grab Loki.
“Should I know something?” You searched for his eyes, rubbing your hands with the anti-bacterial gel.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index. “We found him enclose in a 5m² bathroom, he might have been there a solid week. An officer we’ll be here shortly to take photographs of his face and body.”
“I’ll brief the nurses.” He nodded still avoiding unnecessary eye-contact. It wasn’t the time to argue about earlier, so you went back to Jones’ side.
The head nurse had been harassing you to take a break for an hour so you went to take a nap in an intern room but someone decided to knock on the door.
“Yeah?” You mumbled, looking at your badger in case you had missed a call.
“Doctor Y/L/N, the detective is asking for you.“
“Which detective?” you asked propping up, resting your elbows on your knees rubbing your eyes.
“Loki,” his voice was grave he passed the nurse entering the tiny room. You gestured to the chair near the desk, he hesitated but sat. The nurse closed the door eyeing you first.
“Did Alex Jones said something?” his voice was tired and less annoyed than earlier.
“He can’t really talk, his jaw is damaged and as you know this kid he’s not entirely there. Is his aunt coming soon?"
“I’m going over her house in a few.”
“Careful...” you were thinking about M.Dover who was outside looking for his daughter, he might become dangerous.
Nodding, the exchange stopped letting an awkward silence settle, his hand brushed his forehead, he stood up inhaling, regaining his composure.
“Y/N ...” BIP BIP BIP your pager rang.
“Got to go!” Grabbing your blouse, you passed by him, on the way out you gently squeezed his forearm as a comforting gesture, you couldn’t help it, but you were not going to sat him down and talked to him like you had done before, the ball was now in his court.
Chapter 8 (END) : Don’t die on me
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My Writing!
Here’s a complete list and collection of all the writing I will be doing (there’s tons more planned yay!~
Please check ao3 for actual tags and rating!
Vincenzo
(Ongoing)
Sherlock AU “this type of love isn’t rational, it’s physical (all reason aside, i just can’t deny i love the guy)” -
a study in pink
the blind banker
the great game
a scandal in belgravia
the hounds of baskerville
the reichenbach falls
the empty hearse
the sign of three
his last vow
the abominable bride
the six thatchers
the lying detective
the final problem (TBP)
PWP - (completed) - 11th circle of hell
moments together when we fell in love - love is like a rain shower (completed)
moments together when we fell in love - cuddles and chocolates and candles (completed)
moments together when we fell in love - in every universe, i’m yours (completed)
moments together when we fell in love - let love rain on you like a downpour (completed)
moments together when we fell in love - while you were sleeping (completed)
what if? part one: sometimes it’s not the easy choice (completed)
what if? part two: sometimes it’s not the easy choice (completed) - PWP
moments together when we fell in love - a little sickness goes a long way (completed)
Hogwarts AU “the spell you got on me, it’s like magic (got me feeling like falling in love)” -
the prologue
year one: the magic is in the air
year two: the most bewitching thing
year three: spellbound
year four: you’re enchanting (a little magical)
year five (TBP)
year six (TBP)
year seven (TBP)
spooky treats only fic (TBP)
(Completed)
my heart has always been locked (turns out you’re the key)
chapter one: the preparation
chapter two: the ride (day before beach)
chapter three: the beach (and confessions)
so it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames (Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU)
bending till you break (PWP)
made my decision my decision to test my limits (something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman)
One Night - Chapter Two: the hero’s journey
fatherhood is a multi-step journey
switchin’ the positions for you (PWP)
how do we fall in love? (baby let’s fall in love) (Rom Com / Text!Fic AU)
cassano’s eleven-
chapter one: of mirrored N’s and swallowed letters
chapter two: wise men say only fools rush in (but i can’t help falling in love with you)
letter(s) of love - 1st POV and Smut (Post-Canon)
of showers and sensibilities - PWP
warm cups of tea
camping
ramyeon
drunken announcements
adventures in the kitchen (a meta fictive encounter)
a cold winter’s morning
i’ll kiss it better
cookies
but a few moments
cuddles make it better
yet another slice(s) of life
make me your ithaca - PWP, Mr. Cho Reader-Insert
like i’m the only girl in the world (PWP)
Nevertheless
(Completed)
your heart was glass, i dropped it (champagne problems) - Bitna Character Study
i give, and i give, and i give and you take (youngblood) - Gyuhyun Character Study
always make the same mistakes ('cause i'm bad at love) - Bitna x Gyuhyun post-canon
Inception (Arthur x Ariadne)
(Completed)
we fell in love slowly and then all at once
(Ongoing)
Inception Reverse Bang Fic
Inception Trick or Treat
Harry Potter Marauders Era
Lily x James (Jily)
(Completed)
bringing you to the edge - PWP
Draco x Astoria (Drastoria)
(Ongoing)
spooky treats only
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Carol Danvers x Yon-Rogg (Yonvers)
(Completed)
if only you were mine and i was yours (maybe things would be different)
Darcy Lewis x Loki (Tasertricks)
(Ongoing)
Taser or Treat Halloween 2021 Fic Exchange
Hometown Cha Cha Cha
(Ongoing)
when i look into your eyes (i see the sun, moon, and stars)
chapter one: is it a calamity (or a hidden desire)?
chapter two: marriage is a tango filled with watchers
chapter three: domesticity comes naturally (how fake is this?)
chapter four: (TBP)
chapter five: (TBP)
chapter six: (TBP)
(Completed)
am i the reason you smile or cry? - bittersweet ending, ghost! dusik
The Mummy Series
(Complete)
in the darkest edges of my dreams, you’re the light
Lovers of the Red Sky
(Ongoing)
spooky treats only - Haram x Cheongi
Brooklyn Nine Nine (B99)
(Ongoing)
spooky treats only - Peraltiago
The Addams Family & Addams Family Values (1991 & 1993)
(Ongoing)
spooky treats only - Wednesday x Joel
Once Upon A Time
(Ongoing)
spooky treats only - Peter x Wendy
Flufftober 2021 - Multifandom (500 word drabbles)
(Ongoing)
pressed flowers against the parchment: Dried bouquet of wildflowers - Finnick x Annie (The Hunger Games)
and so, at midnight, it becomes a pumpkin again: Pumpkin - Scorlily (Harry Potter)
adventures in arts and crafts: “Is it supposed to look like that?” - Jily (Harry Potter)
dancing in the moonlight: Lantern - Adrienette (Miraculous Ladybug)
blurred lines between us (are we something more?): Inside joke - Benvi (Never Have I Ever)
let's get lost in whole new worlds: Getting lost in a good book - Jo & Teddy (Little Women)
let the rain touch your skin like a kiss: Rainy day spent inside - Austria x Hungary (Hetalia)
what's in a name? that which we call a rose: Rose - Peter x Wendy (Once Upon A Time)
reliving the inner childhood: Pile of leaves - Sam x Bucky (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Costumes - Manwol x Chansung (Hotel del Luna)
Lost in a corn maze - Benslie (Parks and Rec)
Orange - Ryan x Deokmi (Her Private Life)
“Are you cold?” - Rang x Yuri (Tale of the Nine-Tailed)
Camping - Bughead (Riverdale)
Messy hair - Percabeth (Percy Jackson Universe)
Knit red scarf - Ariathur (Inception)
Café - Moonyoung x Gangtae (It's Okay to Not Be Okay)
Bonfire - Peraltiago (Brooklyn Nine Nine)
“Always” - Sherlolly (Sherlock)
Silence - Yonvers (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
In the forest - Newtina (Harry Potter)
Hand holding - Haru x Danoh (Extraordinary You)
Cinnamon - Bonghee x Jiwook (Suspicious Partner)
Apple pie and vanilla icecream - Marisol x Mikey (Mr. Iglesias)
Tricks - Tasertricks (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Treats - Taewoon x Eunho (School 2017)
“I trust you” - Thomesa (The Maze Runner)
Forehead kiss - Evie x Rick (The Mummy)
Ghosts - Chayenzo (Vincenzo)
Apple cider - Minjoon x Hari (Mad Dog)
Scared - Kyouya x Erika (Wolf Girl and Black Prince)
This list will be updated periodically as I post more and more fics.
#my writing#my fics#vincenzo fics#nevertheless fics#inception fics#jily fics#harry potter fics#mcu fics#yonvers fics#hometown cha cha cha fics#the mummy 1999 fic
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Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader) 1/?
A/N: Hey everyone, this is set right at the start of Captain America: The Winter Soldier and is essentially a reader insert rewrite 🥰
This fic is in progress as we go so updates may be slower
Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.
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Word Count: 2137
Masterlist
Warnings: Just curse words, first person pov
Chapter Summary: Renowned Agent L/N gets assigned on a mission with The Captain America
Chapter 1: SHALL WE?
I receive Fury’s call to come in for 6am, way too early for my liking. And short notice. I get out of the bed of some stranger who still sleeps and I look for my clothes that have been thrown around in a flurry. The man – I think his name was Aaron – stirs as I walk into the bathroom to get dressed in last night’s outfit. Natasha and I went out clubbing the night before but she got called away on a mission with Clint so I had decided to go home with some hotshot FBI agent I met there, of course Fury had to ruin a perfectly good start to the weekend.
“Leaving already?” he raises a brow and I detect some disappointment.
“Not by choice,” I retort. “Thanks for the good time.”
“Just good?”
No, it was fucking amazing but I’m not giving a federal agent that kind of satisfaction. “Yeah. Just good.”
He just chuckles, not taking any offense. I always know how to pick the good ones; not overcompensating for what they don’t have, confident in their abilities and no attachment issues. These ones never want to meet up again or grab a coffee and tell me their life stories. And it’s better that way, especially in the line of work I’m in.
“Do you want me to call you a cab?”
“No, I’ve got a ride. Thanks, Aaron.”
I leave the hotel room and send a message to the lower-level agent tasked with getting me to the Triskellion.
“Good Morning, Agent L/N,” he greets and I notice a strong Scottish accent.
I get into the backseat. “What does Fury want?”
“Um, it’s a mission briefing. Then you’ll bring in Ca-Captain Rogers.”
I frown. Steve Rogers? I’ve never worked a mission with him before, why would I now?
“Agent Romanoff was supposed to run point but she had to go to Belarus with Agent Barton.”
“So I’m the second choice.”
“N-no!” the exclaim. “I-“
“I was kidding, Agent. Lighten up. What are you anyway? Level 5?”
“Level 4, actually. Leo Fitz.”
“So you’re really just my driver.”
“Pretty much. I don’t have the clearance pertaining to your mission’s details. Just the basics the Director knew you’d ask about. Have you ever met the Captain?” Fitz asks.
“Once. The first time he woke up, they sent me in to deliver the news. He got really spooked though so he ran through the fake wall of the set we orchestrated. He didn’t like it very much. That was… two years ago,” I recall the event, I don’t get scared but that moment would have been as close as I could get to that feeling if I hadn’t encountered the depths of HYDRA a few years before that.
“I can’t believe you got to meet him. Well, not meet but… it’s Captain America. That is something.”
“Yeah. He’s gorgeous but I don’t get the hype. So what, he’s a good person.”
“And super strong, brave, freed 150 soldiers from the Nazis, sacrificed – or rather, was willing to sacrifice his life for the good of all the cities they were going to bomb back in World War Two. He’s the definition of superhero.”
“Wow, you almost sound like Coulson,” I remark before I stop myself.
“Agent Coulson? The one Loki…”
I stay quiet and Fitz gets the message that he should too. We arrive at the field office and I leave Fitz to go up the elevator to the top floor to see Fury.
Entering, he get straight to the point.
“I’m putting you and Captain Rogers on an assignment together. One of our ships has been hijacked. Rogers will be on rescue and you will be on retrieval.” The screen creates a hologram of the ship.
“And what will I be retrieving?” I ask.
“Intel. Classified. You are not to disclose it to Rogers. It may jeopardise his mission.” He points to an area of the ship. “This is your target.”
“You want me to double cross Captain America?”
“No. I want you to use his mission as a cover and covertly recover SHIELD intel.”
I sigh and take the briefing packet for Captain Rogers.
“You know, I’m taking the Stingray.”
“I know. You think I didn’t see you swipe those keys?”
“I know you didn’t.” I chuckle.
I leave his office and go to the garage, searching for the gorgeous sleek car and smirk when I find it. I unlock the bulletproof glass doors and get in. I hook up my portable communicator to the GPS to locate Captain Rogers.
“Destination: Washington Monument,” the car speaks.
I approach and have the comms send the Captain’s device a message.
I roll up in front of him, illegally parked, yes but who’s gonna fight me?
“Captain Rogers. My name is Agent Y/N L/N, I’ll be your partner for this mission.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You’re not gonna ask for my ID card or something?” This guy trusts too easily.
“Should I?”
I smirk and my eyes shift to the man next to him. Looks like he can make friends after all.
“Hey,” I say. Yes. I’m a flirt.
“How you doin’?” he replies, putting on his suave face.
“Shall we?” I gesture to the car.
“Damn,” the Captain’s new friend whistles at the Stingray.
I get in and so does Captain Rogers.
“Can’t run everywhere,” he says.
“No you can’t,” his friend says, still admiring the car.
“So what’s the mission?” the Captain asks, turning to me.
I pull out the folder I slotted in the compartment between the seats.
“Hostages on the Lemurian Star, one of ours. Mission is rescue and extraction of personnel.” I choose my words carefully because it’s more his and the STRIKE team’s mission. While mine is to discreetly extract the SHIELD intelligence kept on the ship’s servers onto a secure drive Fury had given to me prior to my meeting with America’s Golden Boy.
He nods with a serious look on his face as he reads over the file for background.
“Pirates?”
“Yep. Hostages aren’t fighters, either. They’re scientists and technicians and only one field officer.”
“Jasper Sitwell,” he fills in as he reads. “What’s he doing on a launch ship?”
“Probably just oversight of operations. Location is off course.”
I drive us to the tarmac where a quinjet awaits and so does the STRIKE team.
We gear up, Rogers changes out of his sweats and into a SHIELD issued special Captain America suit. Still doesn’t feel real that the hero of our history books is standing right in front of me.
“Captain Rogers, this is the STRIKE team,” I introduce. “They’ll be having our backs. This is Agent Brock Rumlow, the unit leader.”
“It’s an honour to meet you, Cap. It’s good to work with you again, Agent L/N. If everyone would look to the screen,” he starts the mission plan. “Target is The Lemurian Star, a mobile satellite launch platform. Pirates intercepted and took personnel hostage demanding a ransom of $1.5 billion. This was 93 minutes ago.”
“Why so steep?” Rogers questions.
“Because it’s SHIELD’s,” Rumlow replies but even I think that’s quite the ask, especially for a launch platform.
“In the Indian Ocean? It’s trespassing, not off course,” Rogers frowns then looks at me.
“I’m sure they had good reason,” I say confidently.
“So you just have blind faith in Fury while he gets us to play janitor.”
“Careful there, Cap,” Rumlow warns. “Don’t be pulling that thread.”
“How many pirates?” I ask, steering the conversation back to the mission details.
“25. Mercs. Georges Batroc’s their leader.” Rumlow gives us a rundown of Batroc’s history and experience as I run my own mission brief in my head.
“I’m sweeping the deck to find Batroc. L/N, kill the engines then await further instruction. Rumlow and STRIKE sweep it for hostages, get them to life-pods then get them out, take down any and all hostiles. Let’s move.”
The jet approaches the target and we check the security of our comms.
“Secure channel seven,” Rogers speaks into his wrist comm.
“Seven secure,” I answer to mine. I look through the armoury and pick up some throwing knives, batons and a pistol. “Do anything fun this weekend, Captain?”
“Considering everyone I know is dead… not really,” he replies as he fits his earpiece.
My eyebrows raise and I smirk. “Who knew Golden Boy had a dark sense of humour?” I ask rhetorically. “Very different attitude to when we first met.”
He frowns as he thinks but before he can say anything else our pilot comes on the radio. “Coming up on the drop zone, Cap.”
He puts on his helmet and the doors slide open letting in the unforgiving cold. He attaches his shield to his back and approaches the end of the ramp.
“You don’t remember do you?” I ask over the loud noise of the engines.
“We’ll talk about that later!” then he jumps out of the plane.
“You’ve met him?” Rumlow asks.
“When he first woke up.” I strap on my parachute and jump out.
I land and fall into step with him as he walks as if he hadn’t just taken down a handful of men in the time it took for us to float down.
“Was it at Stark’s afterparty?” he asks as I unclip the parachute.
I smirk knowingly. “Are you saying I’m not that memorable, Captain?”
“I-“
“Why don’t I secure the engine, I’ll give you two more guesses.” I jump over a railing to get to the engine room more efficiently.
There is a lone pirate guarding the room and he doesn’t notice me as I slide down the banister. He gets an order through the phone and turns to be greeted by me.
“Bonjour marin,” I tease then hit him where it hurts and then I wrap a grappling hook around him and scale down, shooting at any pirates I see on my way. I navigate the room, taking out the hostiles and tying them up with the ropes hanging on the walls. “Engine room secure,” I say into my wrist comm.
I make my way to the main server room. Inserting the USB drive from my pocket I get to work. I use my own log in to access the SHIELD intranet and then pull up the computer’s source code.
“Hostages en route to extraction,” I hear Rumlow announce.
Damn it.
“L/N missed the rendezvous point, Cap,” he says. “Hostiles are still in play.”
“L/N. Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to the STRIKE team and protect the hostages.” I turn my comms to radio silence to concentrate on working faster now that they know I’m missing. Over-riding the current firewalls using the commands that Fury gave me, I was able to access the classified files stored in the ship’s separate intelligence. I wait for all the files to download then Rogers and Batroc come barreling in.
“Well, this is awkward,” I say as Rogers knocks him out. So much for discreet.
He looks up in surprise as if a ghost started talking to him. “Rumlow needed your help,” he says in an accusing tone. “What are you doing?”
“Just backing up the hard drive. Harmless.”
“The hostages are priority and I gave you orders.” He walks towards me and looks at the monitor. “You’re covering for SHIELD?”
“It’s my job.”
“The mission was to get the hostages out safe and extract them.”
“Sorry, Captain. That was your mission.” Once the download was complete, I code a total deletion of intel on the ship. “And you’ve done a great job of it.” I pull out the drive and make my way to the door.
He stops me with a firm grip on my arm. “You just jeopardized this whole operation, Agent.”
“That’s an exaggeration, Captain.”
There is a shuffle behind us and Batroc gets up, throwing a live grenade at us. As quick as a blink, Rogers deflects it with the shield and picks me up as I shoot at the glass window of a control room to break its integrity and we jump in just as the blast detonates.
We shuffle up against the wall, panting. “I admit to that one.”
“You’re damn right,” he says as he stands, making his way to the extraction point in a huff.
I sigh, strangely feeling bad that our first mission literally ended up in flames. Well maybe it’ll be our last.
I get up from the floor and dust myself off.
“Where were you?” Rumlow asks as I approach while the STRIKE team guides the hostages into the life-pods.
“Codeword classified,” I reply which he accepts with no suspicion or distrust. Suppose it has to do with the fact that he has been an agent for so long while Captain Rogers isn’t used this kind of pecking order.
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I’ll update as soon as I have the third chapter done! That summary was kinda shitty, I might change it if I think of something better
Hope some Criminal Minds and Agents of Shield fans appreciated the cameos 🥰 thank you for reading!
Chapter 2
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The Implicit Demand For Proof (Chapter 12)
Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?
Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language. talk of death and su*cide, angry Loki, angry reader.
A/N- reblogs and comments help me the most! Let me know your thoughts, even if it’s only a keysmash. Let me know if you wan on or off the tag list. Thanks for reading!!
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David unlocked his front door with a heavy sigh. He shed his thick jacket and heavy boots and set his empty travel cup by the sink. He really needed to do the dishes, they were piling up. He opened the fridge, not because he was hungry, no, he had lost his appetite hours beforehand- Bob Taylor’s incident replaying over and over in his mind. He opened it but more out of pure habit, there was nothing there really. He been putting off grocery shopping, but to be fair, the food he bought usually went bad because he was rarely home to eat it.
David made his way to the shower, hoping the water would wash away more than just dirt and sweat.
Didn’t work so well for washing away guilty feelings.
He got out, dried himself then wrapped the towel around his waist.
He stood in front of the foggy mirror, water from his hair dripping onto the floor. He wiped a section away, only big enough so see his face.
He started intently at the man in the mirror, his expression turning sour.
“Stupid.” He muttered.
After putting on his pjs he slid under the covers, his body rejoicing at the prospect of slumber.
About a hour or two into his much needed sleep, Loki’s dreams were interrupted by his phone buzzing loudly against the oak nightstand.
Fuck
He should’ve just turned the damn thing off.
He looked at the caller ID
Dr. (F/n) (l/n)
He would’ve hit ignore if it was anyone but her
“Hello?” He murmured, barely awake.
“Loki I’ve got it- I don’t think Bob did it, the profile doesn’t match and-“
“Whoa, (y/n) slow down, please.” He said, his voice coarse. “I just woke up, I was actually sleeping for once.”
He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Oh sorry. I just assumed you’d be awake. “
“How long have you been up?” He asked.
“Um I haven’t slept. But that’s not important. What I’m trying to say is that I think the girls are still out there!”
Loki sighed, sitting up, the chilly night air invading his previously blanket- clad body. “okay..let’s hear it.”
“He said he killed them, but he’s not organized enough to pull something like this off.”
You could feel Loki’s confusion through the phone.
“The type of person that took these kids has done this before, they’re organized. And they have a mission; one that they would do anything to see it through to the end. They want to know the pain they’ve caused the families, to know they did that. Bob Taylor is not that. Bob Taylor is too hesitant and disorganized. You saw the shit drawn on his walls Loki, think about his behavior. Think about it.” You urged him.
Loki thought a moment, realizing what you were saying makes sense. But he was a man of facts..evidence.
“Or he did what he did so he wouldn’t sit in prison, (y/n). Plus, wheres the proof?! We need evidence.”
Loki’s heart rate began to rise and he grew a tinge angry at her. But for Loki, a tinge was just enough for all those big emotions to come flooding back.
“A profile isn’t proof. We can’t give these families false hope on a hunch! The families each identified clothing, (y/n). The girls clothes. And right now the evidence is pointing to Bob Taylor. Who’s dead now because of me!”
She was silent. He shouldn’t have yelled.
“(Y/N), listen-“
“No Loki you listen- I’m telling you something is off here. So you gotta cut that shit out and get back to looking for the girls.”
He sighed.
“Loki, did you pull the trigger on that gun?”
“What?” He questioned.
“Did you pull the trigger? Or did Bob?”
“Bob did, but-“
“Then it’s not your fault. Bob is the one who made that decision. Not you.“
Loki opened his mouth to speak but the words couldn’t make it out.
“Well get a fresh start in the morning. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”
“Yeah…You too.” He said with a gentle tone, hoping that it would convey to (y/n) that I’m not mad at you I’m mad at myself and this whole situation. I think you’re very smart and pretty and there’s something about you that makes me feel all fuzzy inside and I don’t know what to do about it.
But she hung up the phone with a quiet “bye, Loki.”
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The next morning
You arrived at the station before Loki which was a surprise, he had been at his desk already working by the time you entered the door almost every day.
O’Malley had asked you into his office, presumably to talk more about last night.
“We’re going to deploy cadaver dogs when forensics is finished with the house. So when the case is officially closed, we can cut you loose, Dr. (L/n). Thank you again for coming. Sorry it didn’t have a happy ending.”
“Yeah, me too.” You replied.
“I’m, uh..sorry about detective Loki.” He sighed. “He can be-“ he paused. “Personally invested. He’s a good kid though.”
You nodded and excused yourself back to your desk.
You decided to keep your theory from the captain, at least until you could find some semblance of hard evidence to support your claim.
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David sat in the captains office, expecting to get a good talking-to.
“Atleast I don’t have to worry about losing you to PSP.”
He refused the scotch the captain offered him.
“When forensics is finished with the guys place we’re gonna deploy the cadaver dogs.”
Loki didn’t say anything, as he was pre-occupied by Bob Taylor’s “map” he drew.
“Look kid we can’t always save the day, alright? We’re just cops. Janitors.”
Loki only started at the paper on the ground, half listening to his superior’s words.
“So you lost this one all right? Look, you want fulfillment? You need to find a girl, you know? Start a family, have some kids.” The captain hesitated before his next words.
“(L/n) seems nice, smart too.”
Loki glared up at him.
O’Malley gave him a knowing look.
“You need to let it go, Loki.”
“We done?” Loki’s question coming out as more of a statement.
.
As Loki came out of the captains office, you noticed his fists clenched and shoulders stiff.
Right before your eyes, in a fit of rage, Loki shoved everything off his desk. Sending it all clattering to the floor. He took the keyboard and smashed it against the hard surface of the desk, keys flying in all directions.
You understood now, what the guy from the search team said about Loki’s good mood. Because what you just witnessed was Loki’s bad mood.
You got up and went to the break room to give Loki some space, as much as you wondered what happened to him for him to get that angry and to express it in such a way- you were not about to be in the middle of it all.
In the break room, you found yourself amongst three other detectives making their first cup of coffee for the day.
It made you a bit anxious as you hadn’t really talked with anyone but Loki. Your nerves eased when they offered you a cup, saying anyone who worked that closely with David Loki would need it.
Before you could get another word in, Loki barged in. He had a real knack for showing up right when people were talking about him.
“(L/N), Forensics found something we need to see.”
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Loki and Sylvie's relationship is pretty healthy and i don't understand how someone could buy the antis' twisted narratives. Compared to some other enemies to lovers (Darklina, Reylo, Matt/Elektra, Hannibal/Will, Eve/Villanele, Cruel Prince that is very popular with the enemies to lovers readers) Lovie is very tame. Their "insults" are more like the callouts and they communicate both of which is important for the mature relationships. Neither gaslights, manipulates or "abuses" the other and i'm good at detecting this kind of stuff. Their dynamic is very far from being toxic because they respect each other and are considerate of each other and overall have a good impact on each other.
But considering how the antis ship Loki with Mobius and how so many Loki fics have him as a dark and condescending jerk to his love interest i don't think the healthiness of their relationship is really an issue these stans have with the ship. It all comes down to hating on Sylvie and being pissed Loki did not end up with their self-insert.
Also, i love messy and complicated relationships that are not toxic but it's rare to see such dynamics because it either is messy and toxic or healthy and boring. In this case Loki and Sylvie are right for each other but the circumstances complicate things. If the antis did not hate Sylvie so much they would find the whole "betrayal" thing an opportunity for some hot tension.
Like, i'm watching Halt and Catch Fire right now and the relationship between the two leads is sooo messy but god is it hot...
Exactly their dynamic is so rare, I have so much appreciation for how their relationship has been written.
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Missy’s Writing Challenge
Missy’s 2500 Followers Writing Challenge!!
So yeah, I didn't expect to reach 2500 followers! What a crazy ride this has been. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. You have been so patient with me as I’ve been struggling to write and finish some fics. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I would have left Tumblr last year.
Rules:
You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.
Reblog this post so others can join in.
You must be over 18 years old to participate
Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, or AU and Movie Quote that you want.
Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)
Please no sad endings (Ex: death)
Must be a one-shot or new fic
Can be either reader insert or OFC
No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG
Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s long
Only two authors on each quote. (If this fills up I will open it to 3 authors)
Due date: 9/30/21
All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missy’s Writing Challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.
Marvel Characters:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Wanda
Natasha
Tony
Loki
Thor
Pietro
Billy Russo
Brock Rumlow
Helmut Zemo
Non-Marvel Characters:
Ransom Drysdale
Ari Levinson
Frank Adler
Andy Barber
Curtis (Snowpiercer)
Frank (endings/beginnings)
Chris (Destroyer)
Charles Blackwood
Dean Winchester
General Kirigan (Darkling)
AU’s
Mob - (Zemo - @animnerd )
Biker
A/B/O
Cop/Detective
Firefighter - (Steve - @starbuckie )
Bartender (w/trope 1/Nat - @lovelyavengers ) & (Bucky - @dollslayer )
Royalty (w/trope 6/Steve - @ironlady1993 ) & (Bucky/trope 5 - @silver-pieces )
Vikings (Steve - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor )
Tropes:
Enemies (to friends) to lovers (Steve - @babymango-writes)
Sex pollen - (Bucky- @gogolucky13 ) & (Ransom - @onlyjamesbarnes )
First Time
Annoying Neighbor
Love at first sight
Evil Twin
Hate Sex (Bucky - @buckyswillow )
Opposites Attract - (Ransom - @drabblewithfrannybarnes )
Movie Quotes:
Don’t do anything stupid until I come back. / How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. (CA) - (Biker Thor - @boxofbonesfic )
Cause I’m with you, till the end of the line - (CA:WS)
So you’re telling me there’s a chance - (Dumb & Dumber) - (Steve/trope 3 - @americasass81 ) & (Bucky/au 2/trope 3 - @metalbuckaroo )
That escalated quickly - (The Anchorman) - (Dean W./au 5 - @wonder-cole ) & (Dean/trope 6 w/abo - @holylulusworld )
I understood that reference - (The Avengers) - (Steve/trope 8 - @donutloverxo
It’s not a man-purse. It’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one - (The Hangover)
Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? - (The Avengers)
Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it - (The Guardian of the Galaxy)
You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay - (Ironman 3) - (Dean W - @navybrat817 )
Before we get started, does anyone want to get out? - (CA:WS) - (Sam Wilson/au 4 - @fuel-joy )
We know each other! He’s a friend from work - (Thor: Ragnarok) - (Andy/trope 5 - @cptn )
I have nothing to prove to you - (Captain Marvel)
I can’t control their fear, only my own - (CA:CW)
I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission - (CA:IW) - (Ransom/trope 4 - @lokislastlove )
You make me happy. Even when you're awful, I would rather be with you, even the you that you seem to think is diminished, than with anyone else in the world. - (Me Before You) - (Thor - @blackberrybucky )
Person 1: I like your knife, I'm keeping it. / Person 2: That was my favorite knife. (Guardians of the Galaxy) - (Bucky- @jobean12-blog)
Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook) - (Bucky - @deaan )
I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love. - (The Vow) - (Dark!Thor x Black Plus-sized Female Reader/Trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon ) & (Bucky - @joannie95 )
Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy - (My Best Friends Wedding) - (Bucky - @angrythingstarlight) & (Dean W/AU 3 & 6 - @danneelsmain )
Everything I have ever done, I’ve done for you - (Great Expectations) - (Brock - @nekoannie-chan) & (Darkling/trope 5 - @princessofdarkwinter )
Thank you @happygowriting for the amazing header! Go check her out!
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Coffee and Chaos | Loki x Reader one-shot
So I joined @the--sad--hatter ‘s Tea Party Challenge for her birthday and I chose to write for Loki (of course ehehehe). Advance happy birthday, Kara!
Title: Coffee and Chaos
Words: 1,453
Notes: non-gendered reader; also available in AO3
Summary: You were sent to a mission with the God of Mischief. One morning you woke up to Loki bringing the mischief to you and you haven’t had a cup of joe to deal with it.
A STRONG BLAST WOKE…no, tossed you from the bed. You opened your eyes and grabbed the pistol sitting on the bedside table. You checked the time: it was 4:26 AM. You yawned but a round of bullets floors below rattled the sleepiness from you.
You scanned the room and found the other bed empty. Where the hell is Princey?! You thought as you moved from the side of the bed to the door. You opened the door just in time for a startled Loki to barge in and fill the room with a shimmer of green mist. "What is happening?" You asked urgently.
He looked at you, panic written all over his face. A panicked Loki was not a good sign in the morning - or anytime. “We need to leave. Now,” he commanded as he paced the room and peeked at the window. You two heard trucks screeching into a halt outside the apartment building you two were hiding.
You picked up your bag. “Can you at least tell me what’s happening?” You demanded, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “I was tossed out of bed, you barged in here like death’s after you, and I even haven’t had a cup of coffee yet!” You ranted as you inserted magazine reserves on your belt.
He stopped on his tracks and turned to you. “Yes, death is after me! HYDRA detected me when I entered their facility.” You gawked at him. “We don’t have time!” He grabbed you by the hand and left the room and headed to the back of the building.
“You owe me one cup of coffee for this trouble,” you grumbled behind him. You weren’t a morning person and you needed a dose of caffeine to function, just like Stark.
Your eyes popped open. Oh yeah, speaking of Stark. You released your hand from his grip. “What are you doing?” He grunted.
“Have you told Stark about the sitch?”
“I didn’t have time.” He led you up the stairs, heading to the rooftop.
“Great.” You fished your earpiece from the pocket in your bag and pressed it on your ear. The earpiece came to life and FRIDAY greeted you. “Get me to Stark please,” you said in between your huffs as the two of you trod the 8 floors to the rooftop.
“Hey! What’s up?” A lively Stark piped in through your ear.
“Stark, Princey done huge trouble here.”
Loki stopped jogging on the steps and spun to face you, making you bump into him. “Hey! They detected me! Wasn’t my fault!”
“And how did they detect you, exactly? You haven’t told me that part yet!”
“What’s happening there?” You heard Stark ask.
“They were using magic to reinforce their security,” Loki replied to you. A blast shook the whole building. You two leaned on the rail and saw that they had blasted the main door open and their army filling the ground floor. “Shit!” Loki hissed and you pushed him to run.
“You two might want to tell me what the sitch is.” You didn’t reply. “FRIDAY, pull up Veronica. It’s her time to shine.”
“Now, why are we heading to the rooftop?” You asked him.
“So far they left the facilities on trucks.”
“Dude?! Have you ever thought of snipers around this building?!” You almost yelled.
“No.”
Doors were breaking on the floors below you. Civilians were screaming, filing out of their units.
“What?!”
“I needed to leave so I could get to you, okay!” He said over his shoulder.
“I might have bad news for you.”
“What is it, Stark?”
“There is HYDRA militia on the rooftop.”
“Shit!” You hissed and grabbed the hem of Loki’s leather tunic.
He grabbed on the rail, almost falling on you. “What?”
You released him. “HYDRA militia on top and wear your freaking earpiece, dammit!” You peered to check the upper floors. There were only 3 floors between you and the rooftop. Loki placed his piece into his ear. You pressed your back to the wall, placing a hand on Loki’s chest, implying that he’ll do the same. “Now what?”
“Stark, how many people are on the rooftop?” Loki asked.
“15 on the rooftop. 4 snipers on each direction, 20 feet from the center of the rooftop.”
“Okay.” The noises of the HYDRA militia from the ground floor are getting louder.
You tapped your foot. “You better think fast, Princey. We don’t have time.”
“Stop calling me Prin-!”
You glanced at him. “Alright, alright. Now, what are we -”
“We’re still heading to the rooftop.” He grabbed your wrist and fled. You pulled your hand from him, and then your gun, and then the slide of your semi-automatic. A floor left and you took two steps at a time. Loki used his magic to blast open the door and gunshots started to rain on you.
“Wow, that’s a lot of gunshots.”
“Tell me about it!” You replied to Tony.
Even after years of working with the Avengers, being at the receiving end of a firefight still scares you. But as you stepped out of the emergency exit, you found yourself wrapped in Loki’s force shield.
You grinned. “It’s showtime, baby,” you taunted and started to shoot at the HYDRA agents when all of them were thrown off the rooftop by a wave of green energy. You turned to Loki. “Did you just do that?!”
“Yes, I just did.” He has a shit-eating grin on his face. A helicopter rounded up to your building and when you’re about to shoot it, Loki sent a green beam at it and it blew up. Your jaw fell, forgetting the snipers and the other HYDRA agents floors below you. Loki pushed your chin close with a finger and snickered. “I’ve got this under control, darling,” he said and he held your hand.
A second later you were seeing the lush green landscape of the Avengers compound’s vast backyard. “That was fast. Welcome back.” Tony chimed into your earpiece.
You rolled your eyes at Loki as you two sauntered on the gravel road to the back entrance. “I can’t believe they still sent me with you for that mission when you can handle yourself well,” you babbled.
“I was also thinking of the same thing,” he replied arrogantly.
You exhaled heavily. “You still owe me a cup,” you told him before you took the right turn to your room.
AFTER AN HOUR, you heard a knock on your door. “FRIDAY, who is it?” You asked, not even moving an inch on your bed.
“It’s Loki,” the AI replied.
“What does he want now?” You pushed yourself off the bed and dawdled to the door. “Yes, Princey?” You began when you opened the door. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit you.
“Here’s your coffee, as you demanded.” He raised a tray with two cups of coffee, a small pitcher of milk, and two small bowls of brown and white sugar.
Your brows scrunched. “Are you trying to kill me? I can’t finish two cups of coffee.”
He frowned. “Who even told you you’re finishing two cups?”
You squint your eyes at him, thinking. “Are you saying…”
“Can’t I have coffee with you?” He grumbled.
“Oh.” You laughed and opened the door wide. “Come on in. I don’t want my coffee to be cold.” He entered and placed the tray on the coffee table next to the glass wall that gave you a picturesque view of the woods surrounding the compound. He gave you your cup and sat on the chair next to the table. “Thanks for this.” You poured milk and 2 spoons of brown sugar into your cup.
“You better be grateful for that, I ground the beans myself.”
You chuckled. “You didn’t.”
“FRIDAY, show us the footage of me making coffee. I know you have it.” Loki commanded and a video appeared on the glass wall, showing him working on the manual coffee grinder.
You almost choked on your coffee laughing. You had to place the cup back on the table and sat. “I might have to sit down for this.” He looked at you with curious eyes. “I didn’t expect that.” You faced him as you pointed at the video.
He shrugged. “Well, I almost got you killed so why not do that.” He took a sip of his coffee.
You reached out and placed a hand on his knee. He looked at your hand then to you. You beamed at him and said, “thanks a lot, Princey. That was one great effort.”
He gave you a toothless smile and you two continued to enjoy your coffee and the view of the forest as the afternoon sun took its departure.
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Detective Loki
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Nbv8im
by Brea_hiddles
You are in the Mystery Gang with Scooby, Shaggy, Fred, Velma, and Daphne. While attempting to solve a murder in the South, you meet "Thad" and "Logan," who are actually Thor and Loki.
You and "Logan" AKA Loki begin to develop a romance. All while trying to stop a serial killer.
Mystery Romance with some of Loki's tricks.
Words: 906, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Scooby Doo - All Media Types, Thor (Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Scooby Doo, Daphne Blake, Fred Jones, Velma Dinkley, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Relationships: Tom Hiddleston/Loki/Original Female Character(s), Loki/Original Female Character(s), Loki/Reader
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Original Character(s), Mystery, Murder, crime solving Loki, Loki (Marvel) Does What He Wants, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Reader-Insert, Sexy Times, Stalker
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Nbv8im
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Sparks Fly has hit a slight hurdle, so I need me peeps to give me advice. This advice giving will result in slight spoilers. So if you wish to remain blissfully unaware, don’t read this....
When the reader is a detective, it’s really difficult to get away with not giving her a surname. So the only way around this is to have her share a surname with another character.
I have narrowed it down to two options. In both cases, the reader will be adopted, to maintain the self-insert aspect (I’m learning from past mistakes)
Option A - She’s Rhodey’s daughter. The benefits to this are awesome, cause Rhodey is awesome. The problem is that I want Rhodey to be the Commissioner and I don’t want Reader to have to deal with the ‘you only got the job cause your dads the boss storyline’, but that’s not a huge deal. It’s a very strong option and I love it.
Option B - She’s Thor and Loki’s sister. I love the idea of Thor (Who’s also on the force) loving his little sister and Loki (Who’s not a villain but also not a ‘good’ guy) only really having a soft spot for his lil sis. The same problem here though.
Both options are good, but I am unsure. I’d love your opinions on which is better, or if you have any other contenders to put forwards (Not Sam or Tony, cause I’ve written scenes for them already)
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Kind Regards, Detective [Part 8]
(I am going to prompt this with first, an apology for how long it’s been. I blame Animal Crossing as well as the apocalypse. That said, and this is a TW/CW there is a major death. So be advised.)
CATCH UP: [Part 1] // [Part 2] // [Drabble] // [Part 3] // [Part 4] // [Drabble 2] // [Part 5] // [Part 6] // [Part 7]
Pairing: Detective Loki x fbi!Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Language, descriptions of violence, major character death
They didn’t fall asleep right away. Which made sense on many levels. She was still shaken and he was still quite taken with the woman in his arms, who he had dreamed of namelessly for so long. She was already a dream. But that was dangerous, and he knew it.
She told him stories of training in the bureau, and what she had encountered. Being a woman and an agent was never easy. He told her stories about when he started off as a beat cop and his first time arresting someone back when he worked in Philadelphia. He talked about having seen so much and knowing what he did, he wanted to bring his work to an area that didn’t always get attention. That needed good cops. Conyers had been that place.
Her words were shaky when she discussed the loss of her sister, and that was what the CD had been in reference to. David had lost so much in his life so young he supposed he didn’t really understand that kind of pain the way he wanted to. He hadn’t ever loved something like that before. He had felt adrift, a ship without an anchor. Love was a memory to him and he dreamed of it sometimes so hard he could taste it.
When they did finally fall asleep, David had buried himself against her and they had managed to look disgustingly adorable in a way neither would ever admit to, even in a court of law. Y/N had prided herself on her ability to keep work separate. It helped that at least once a month she’d spend a couple days out of town. Sometimes longer. Meant she had good excuses for staying settled. David had no such excuse save for his own emotional damage as a child and teen.
Her phone was what stirred her from sleep, sleep that rarely came so deeply. The phone was by her bed, the issued FBI one she was sure was being tracked but didn’t much care. Breaking away from the warm embrace of the man who had no business being as wonderful as he was, she fumbled for it before answering, not registering the emergency ring, “Agent Y/L/N. Yes, that’s what I said. Wait, what?”
Loki had stirred when she woke, though more so as he watched her suddenly sit up, pushing back her hair that had become quite a mess. He was almost hurt he didn’t get a chance to see her as she woke. A soft waking. Not this.
Already she was on her feet, “No. That’s incorrect. I’m still in New York, the drive was a nightmare so I decided to stay at a hotel and- it doesn’t matter. Check my phone records, I never-!”
She was silent, David sitting up as he watched her, a frantic look suddenly dissipating from her delicate features, her skin pale, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights. So far he had found that answering the phone was not ending well for either of them.
He was adjusting his own hair, standing and going for his shirt and belt, watching as she pulled the phone away to look at the screen.
By now she had adjusted to this sort of new normal. Henry Best was not a shy man and she suspected that for a long time he had been killing people. For whatever reason, it had escalated the past few months and she was certain when they looked at patterns statewide, they would find a broader, less direct pattern. No roses, but perhaps notes. Ones discarded. A disappearance and a body found days or weeks later would be easily dismissed by an overworked department.
Closing her eyes tightly, she took a breath before lifting the phone back to her ear, “When was he found? Yeah, check the hotel records I don’t give a fuck. You think I seriously killed my own coworker?! Tell Kendrick to call me himself, then!” She pulled the phone back and hung it up.
It was six in the morning, and she supposed the few hours of sleep they had gotten was a blessing, but one she would regret. She would speak at the funeral later and try not to loudly blame herself, but it would be hard not to. She hadn’t pulled the trigger but she had left a loaded gun on the table just the same. She had let David in and in turn let other parts of herself go.
David was quiet before he spoke, “What happened?”
What a stupid question. It was met by a look of anger he didn’t recognize immediately but knew as rage. It was a powerful kind of rage that clouded judgment and made people do stupid things. He hoped it was the kind of rage Y/N could reign in and use as fuel but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know enough. He knew fragments and pieces and he hoped she could keep herself together. Keller Dover had let that rage nearly destroy him and almost got himself killed. It was personal.
“Adrian is dead. They found his body in the parking lot of an empty office building, two shots to the chest. They found texts on his phone from me, though we both know it wasn’t. It was ‘me’, asking to meet him with important information I was ‘too scared’ to speak over the phone. Adrian died alone, bleeding to death in a parking lot because of me.”
Her face was stoic, eyes cold and echoing of something akin to heartbreak. She didn’t love Adrian. Not really. But she liked him. She liked how he flirted and made her feel cute, how he called her ‘ladybug’ and would grin even through the phone. Even when he was such a fucking asshole, blowing off her requests for meeting up or talking about his dates… she knew. He wasn’t a bad man, he was kind of a dick, but he sure as hell didn’t deserve to die. But she had killed him, hadn’t she? Maybe she didn’t pull the trigger but she left the gun on the table.
When her sister died, long ago, rage had taken the place of sadness and grief. She had felt anger like no other that the world would have reached out and taken her sister from her. It wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair. Sadness was so hard to manage but rage and anger was always so much more reasonable, in an odd way. Sadness you had to cope with but rage you could channel elsewhere. It also made you stupid as hell.
Loki was walking to where Y/N was, reaching for her arm before she snatched it away, “Hey, this isn’t your fault, we both know-”
“But it is!” She stared at him, eyes wide and deadly cool, “It is my fault, David. I thought that this,” she gestured between the two of them, “was a good idea. And it wasn’t. Henry got my phone credentials somehow and he got to Adrian.”
David stepped back, absorbing the blow that hit him right in the chest. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but when a wounded cat is cornered and injured it will always lash out, even at what it loves the most. She was defending herself. Somewhere he knew that, in the same way he knew he would be doing the same, were he in her position. But he allowed it to sink, instead stepping away and getting himself dressed.
He was cautious as he watched her solemnly get dressed, do her hair as best she could before silently stepping into the bathroom to use the crappy-but-acceptable toothbrush and toothpaste provided. Her brain was trying to process what just happened, but so was David’s. He was reeling from the pain of being told he was a mistake, and because he knew that she didn’t mean it. He hoped she didn’t. He felt responsible as well, that he had distracted her from the case. Perhaps, he thought, it might give him clarity to have the step back that she didn’t.
If Henry had reached out to Adrian, it was because he knew a few things. First, he knew that Adrian provided Y/N with information frequently enough that he had access to quite a bit of data. He probably knew more than he even realized he knew, and he was a risk. Also, Henry knew that Adrian trusted Y/N completely. Enough that he’d simply drive in the middle of the night to meet up with her over a simple text. But doesn’t the FBI train better?
Suddenly it was David working like a profiler, and perhaps it was the brain of the woman he had slept next to that was rubbing off on him.
It didn’t make sense that Adrian would just trust a text message from Y/N, did it?
Looking down at his own phone, he scanned through a few missed calls and voicemails, a text or two from guys at the precinct. Opening his work mail, he noted a few important forensic items and tabbed them for later. One that stood out was the email that the PAM shots had come in.
When Y/N came out she was silent, her words feeling like pain, should she utter them. Instead, she grabbed her things, hardly looking at David as she felt the weight of the boulder she had decided to shoulder pressing down on her before breathing out the words, “Let’s go.”
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The drive itself hadn’t taken long, all things considered. Y/N had insisted she drive her own car, the reliable car that felt reliably foreign, making her feel like an alien in a world she was supposed to be part of. Adrian didn’t deserve to die. Arguably, most folks didn’t, really. He was a good guy, though. He did the stuff you were supposed to do. Being an asshole wasn’t a reason to off someone and yet Henry (and she was sure it was Henry) had chosen him specifically. Whether or not it was because he ‘knew’ something, it was calculated. Gunshots, however, meant this was not as planned as he had wanted it to be. Something had been off. Emotions had been involved. This had been a crime of passion and not a single note was left behind. Not a single rose.
He wasn’t the pattern, though. So it made sense.
Pulling up to the precinct, she got out and made her way to the door, aware of Detective Loki only steps behind her, protective in a way he didn’t like, even for himself. Henry was bold, however. Further forensics on the phone had shown Y/N’s phone had been cloned, of course. She supposed handing the man her jacket in his office where he had defense level technology hadn’t been her smartest move.
She had to play chess and make him think she was still playing checkers.
“Agent? This was delivered about an hour ago, one of the DC Agents dropped it himself. Credentials checked out. It’s for you.” A young man was behind the precinct desk, looking a little tired but otherwise unbothered, handing her a small package. She was curious, though not concerned this time, able to spot the small sticker on the bottom left of a glittering ladybug.
Taking the box she glanced at David and nodded her head towards the long hallway that led towards the interrogation rooms. She was silent, moving like a whisper over the ugly rug in the dingy department that desperately needed an upgrade. Opening the door to the other side of the one-way mirror, she removed her jacket and her phone, David following suit. It was eerie, how silent she was, even her movements noiseless as she fiddled with the microphone settings and turned off all recording devices. She went so far as to power them off entirely, making the room dark.
Shutting the door, the young woman gently opened the box and withdrew a sleek, silver Samsung Galaxy, definitely not government issue. Squinting, she pressed the power button and turned it on, the phone booting up with no problem, the background a picture of a ladybug. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smirk through the pain, “Subtle, as always.”
Sitting down, David took a seat by her, watching as the phone appeared to begin on its own, the woman taking the cue to prop it up and sit back, the two close by once more as they watched a video begin.
“I know. This isn’t subtle, right? I mean, if you’re watching it then it’s not supposed to be. After what Henry did, I didn’t want you getting another package and being scared again.”
It was Adrian, his face, brown scruff over his handsome features, sharp jawline and broad shoulders visible, stunning hazel eyes that were arguably more green than hazel visible. His hair was dark brown as well, normally gelled down and styled, though a bit more tussled now. He was sitting in his apartment, what looked to be his apartment. Pictures of his family were behind him and he was sitting on his couch, beige… funny the things we choose to see.
“He texted me tonight. I mean, you did, from what police records will show, but it’s him. He’s gotta think I’m some next-level idiot, you know? He tried to get your tone down but he can’t get that icy exterior quite right,” he smirked, looking into the camera, Y/N’s eyes softened as she knew she was watching the final moments of a man’s life. You don’t turn away from something like that.
“It’s my fault… I’m sorry.” She whispered as she watched the video, her body caving in on itself as she felt herself tense.
“And before you apologize, don’t! Hey, for all I know, things turned out just fine and you’re gonna make fun of me for this video and I’ll get the credit for catching The Black Rose! I won’t let you live it down,” he smirked.
Tears burned at her eyes, holding a hand over her mouth to stop herself from speaking again, almost wounded by how eerie it was how well he knew her. It fucking hurt.
“I can’t call you on your phone because it’ll route to his. He has authority over it by now, so don’t trust it, whatever you read on it. It’s useless. I used this because I knew I could jailbreak it and install the firmware to keep him out. But yeah, this’ll be pretty useless too if he gets wind of it.
“Anyway. He wants to meet me. I figure if I can get some recordings of him in the parking lot, maybe clone his phone myself without him knowing, maybe I can get something off him for you. If not, if you’re watching this and feeling like shit… it means it’s a good thing I sent the phone. Because if you’re watching this, much like those tropes I know you hate, then I’m dead, Ladybug. And I’m sorry for that one. But it sure as hell isn’t your responsibility and you need to know I’m doing this because I chose to. You’ve always been the brave one, Y/N. I’ve watched you take hits from assholes, get threatened, travel across the country, work yourself through hell on earth… you’re brave. You’re good at your job. And you always deserved better than me. Doesn’t make much sense to tell you I always loved you, so I won’t. But I’m doing this not for you, but because of you. Catch the asshole.”
The video closed, another taking its place, this one far grainier and from within a spot on the dash of Adrian’s car. It was a shitty camera, one that would be found, quite obviously, and that was broadcasting a recording. Later they’d find out not even Henry could trace the broadcast, but Y/N knew. David knew. Both knew as they sat in the dark interview room in the Conyers precinct.
The audio was muffled and quiet, which made sense. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. But it showed Adrian getting out of the car, jacket on, walking over with his hands up. He was speaking, softly, and staying still as another man entered view.
Henry.
He had his hands in his pockets, though he was visible. His head. Face. Hair. Unmistakably Henry Best. It was like watching a horror movie, though, and she hadn’t even realized that David had wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled himself to her, ready to stop the video at any moment.
Shouts were exchanged suddenly, Henry barking at Adrian who stepped back, his hands still up, shaking his head and looking almost quizzical as he tilted his head to the side, “-her…-?” It was barely audible, though Henry’s face contorted into anger, rage, pulling a gun out of his pocket suddenly and screaming, “You could never understand my love for her!”
One shot. Two shots. Three shots.
Each made Y/N jump, tears in her eyes as she watched her friend, one of her closest friends, the man she trusted, shot dead in front of her, the feed suddenly cutting out.
The video closed, leaving only the phone with its basic desktop icons before them, Y/N reaching out and gently picking up the phone, “You fucking idiot, Adrian.” Tears were falling down her cheeks, not that she cared. And even Adrian’s promise that his death was not on her was not enough. The guilt was tremendous and suddenly she felt like she was the one speeding down the highway and popping a tire. She felt everything spinning out of control and she wondered if this was the same kind of end her sister had met. Chaos. Loss. Helplessness. Blame.
It was the icon in the bottom of the screen, however, that snapped her back, looking down at the icon that was only black but was titled all she needed:
“EVIDENCE”.
His last gift was not a video of his death, but rather, Adrian had ensured, was a gift of life and a promise of revenge against the man who had done so much. And, perhaps, a warning of something more sinister.
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