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ask-nordic-luka · 10 months

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Luka's backstory

Sorry its long. Luka was born on June 21st 1026. Luka was not like other kids. Luka was born to the royal Swedish family of King Oskar and Queen Astrid. Luka was the heir to the Swedish throne but their grandparents did not like having a granddaughter. Luka’s grandparents were hell bent on having a grandson to the point they even tried to hurt Luka many many times since that day they saw Luka be born. Luka is a special type of child. Luka is the immortal personification of love. Luka sees a red string attached to lovers' pinky fingers. Luka’s grandparents found out about this one day and called them a witch and a rat possessed by the devil. By the year 1027 Luka was 3 and growing up fast. Luka’s grandparents grew to hate them even more. Luka’s grandparents even recruited 12 guards to torchure Luka everyday because they didn’t want a witch in the family and said you would be better born normal, as a boy not a witch or rat of satin. This makes Luka cry loud and hard. Anytime Luka cried their grandparents would tell the 12 guards to beat Luka till they bleed. One day in 1028 Luka had enough and fled home. Luka traveled with nothing but the clothes on their back. A year later they ended up on the other side of Sweden in 1029. One cold and rainy day Luka was sick, badly injured and on the verge of giving up. Luka stopped in a forest, laid down in the rain and mud hoping to die, leaving this horrible life behind. Luka laid there not caring what they heard or happened. An Elk stampede approached. Luka hoped the Elk would end them. Instead of dying Luka heard a man scream KID WATCH OUT!!! Luka paid no attention. Soon Luka was in the arms of a big, strong, blond, burly glasses-wearing Swedish man. He protected Luka from the stampede. The man said hey are you ok. Why are you in the forest during a stampede? Luka didn’t answer because they were scared, hurt/sick. The man said no need to be scared, I am the immortal nation of Sweden. My name is Berwald Sweden. What is your name? Luka said my name is Luka. Sweden said Luka is a beautiful name. What are you doing in the forest all along? Luka explained they were on the run from their grandparents and 12 scary men sent to hurt them because their grandparents wanted a royal grandson and believed Luka to be a witch and rat of satin. Sweden said you look badly beaten and sick. I can’t let you suffer. Luka then passed out due to their fever from being sick getting worse. Sweden saw this, scooped Luka up and took them home. When Sweden got home he told Finland how he found Luka and that Luka is in danger. Finland asked what kinda danger. Sweden said they were being abused, hunted down by their family and 12 bad men. Finland felt bad and said we need to protect them. Sweden said their name is Luka, they are very young, hurt badly and super sick. Finland said let's do all we can to heal and protect Luka as one of our own. Sweden agreed and went to tend to Luka’s injuries. Weeks went by, Luka finally got better. Sweden has since defeated the bad men and driven Luka’s family out, dethroning them for hurting an innocent child. Once Luka could speak again, Luka told Sweden they could see a red string on his pinky connected to Finland that means you're in love. Sweden said, "Are you the personification of love?" Luka being a smart 6 years old said yes I am. Sweden said you're a very special child. Luka looked at Sweden and said thanks. Then they looked down and said you know, I wish I had a big brother. Sweden said hey Luka how would you like to live with me and my family. Luka said, "Could I?" Sweden said sure kid. Luka smiled hugging Sweden and the words I love you big brother slipped out of sweet Luka’s mouth. Sweden said big brother, I like the sound of that. I love you to sis. From that day on Sweden adopted Luka as his little sister and protects them with his life. Luka is now 23 in human years, lives with Sweden and the other Nordic’s as one big family with many nation friends too.

#hetalia oc #hetalia #hws sweden #hws finland #anime

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doctors-star · 2 years

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If you're still taking prompts, please can I request "either you're embarrassed or have a fever" for the Vienna Blood boys since you write them so well?

i most certainly am taking prompts! especially when they come with compliments, so thanks :)

When Oskar opens his eyes, it is to find Haussmann’s worried face altogether too close to his own. He jerks back with a grunt, but there isn’t far to go - his head just slides against the tiles under him, leaving him pinned. “Sir!” Haussmann says, much too loudly; Oskar’s head is pounding and he has to screw his eyes up just to tolerate the brightness of the office.

There’s a thundering noise reverberating against his skull, like someone running, and then finally Haussmann gets out of his face when Max shoves him to one side. Then, he just has Max’s face altogether too close to his own, which is only a slight improvement. “Oskar!” Max says, also quite loudly; Oskar attempts to convey this with a small groan of protest, which may not actually help. “What happened?”

Oskar raises his hand - with a surprising amount of effort - and waves it in Max’s face until he leans back. “Fell asleep,” he grumbles, battling up to his elbows. He’s been strangely tired the past day or two, spending more time than usual glaring at reports without taking in a single word, and he’ll probably have to beg off dinner with Max this evening for fear that he’ll wind up snoring into his soup. Half the children in his neighbourhood have come down with something and consequently the nights are filled with the cries of grumpy, sick babies and the complaints of their grumpy, sick siblings; it’s no real wonder that Oskar hasn’t had a good night’s rest in a while.

Max raises an eyebrow at him, one hand settling on his shoulder as though to hold him up; he hasn’t quite switched fully into his medical attitude yet, but Oskar reckons it’s only a matter of time unless he can head him off. “You fell asleep standing up?” he queries.

Oskar tries not to wince - he had rather forgotten that part. Damnable sleepy brain fog. As far as he’s concerned, he was standing in his office looking at the case board, and then he wasn’t; he remembers very little of the interim. But looking around his office now, he can see papers usually kept on his desk have been swept off and now litter the floor, and his coffee cup is lying shattered beside him, though Haussmann is doing his best to mop up the spilled coffee with a handkerchief before it reaches any of the reports. He shifts on his elbows so that he can reach out and give Haussmann’s shoulder a quick shove. “All right, Haussmann, back to work.”

Haussmann, treacherously, looks worriedly to Max first to confirm the order. “Keep watch for the Commissioner,” Max says, as though Oskar is going to keep lying here more than about half a minute before he gets back to work; Haussmann nods and trots off to close the office door obediently.

Oskar offers Max a glare. Max does not look impressed.

“I’d ask you to get back to work too,” Oskar tells him, “if I had the slightest idea that you might actually do it.” He sits up properly, drawing his legs under him to stand. Max’s hand stays on his shoulder, following him upright.

“A fair judgement,” Max says, shifting to kneel beside his hips. “I wouldn’t. Oskar, hold still a moment - I don’t think you’re well.”

Oskar scoffs, waving him off. “I told you, I’m just tired.” He gets his feet set and reaches up to grip the edge of his desk, hauling himself to his feet in one swift and smooth motion. Easy. He’s fine. He’s-

“All right, I’ve got you,” Max says, standing at what may be superhuman speeds in order to present his arms for Oskar to grip blindly as he sways. The hurtling wash of fuzzy vision and vertigo as his feet go spiralling away from his head is accompanied by sweaty, hot nausea, and even now, clinging tight to Max, Oskar isn’t quite sure that he won’t fall. “Here,” Max says, voice soothing and familiar in a world of black, spotting vision, blood rushing in his ears. He sets one of Oskar’s hands on his shoulder so that he can draw Oskar in closer with an arm about his waist, and Oskar is so tired that he drops his forehead to Max’s collarbone in the desperate hope that, if he does, his head might no longer feel about to fall off. Max makes a little pleased sound and rests his chin protectively over Oskar’s head.

“Sorry,” Oskar mumbles into Max’s shirt. “Haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Of course,” Max says very gently, rather as though Oskar is a child in need of soothing. He would resent it, but it is presently quite pleasant to be soothed. “With a temperature like yours, it’s no wonder.”

Wait. Oskar pulls back a little, vision clearer now that Max is doing most of the work of standing up and balancing for him, and frowns up at him. “What temperature?”

Max offers him a fondly incredulous little smile and presses the backs of his fingers against Oskar’s forehead. “This one,” he says, and it is rather hard to argue with - Max’s fingers feel blessedly cool against his skin, so much so that his eyelids flutter closed as he instinctively presses against the contact. “If it weren’t such a stupid thing to do, I’d be impressed that you’ve been upright this long. Sit down, and-”

Oskar shakes his head. He’s got far too much to do to just sit idly, temperature be damned. “I’ll be alright in a moment,” he protests.

Max raises his eyebrow at him, and then abruptly steps backwards out of Oskar’s grip. He feels himself sway worryingly, so goes to reach for the edge of his desk for stability; it washes in and out of reach like waves on the shore and he stumbles as his vision spots once more. “Seems like more than a moment to me,” Max muses - but when Oskar very nearly tips over reaching for his desk he’s back within reach and arranging Oskar’s limbs so that he is hanging from Max’s neck like the swooning heroine of a novel, and Oskar is simply so relieved to not be on the floor again that he can’t muster much of a glare for it. “Really, Oskar,” Max says, sounding exasperated and tired and cut all through with real worry, “you’re pale as a sheet under that flush. Either you’re horribly embarrassed about fainting in front of Haussmann, or you have a fever. Well,” he says, tilting his head thoughtfully, “I suppose it could be both, but whichever it is, please just sit down.”

Oskar grits his teeth, sighing harshly through his nose. “Will you help me,” he grits out. It’s galling, but he can’t actually see the chair in which he intends to sit when he moves his head very much. He does, in all honesty, feel dreadful. His skull feels poorly-attached to his shoulders, his joints ache, and his insides feel full of hot lead and feathers.

“Of course,” Max says easily, tucking Oskar a little tighter to his chest as he spins them gently about in a parody of a waltz to deposit him gently on the bench opposite his desk. Oskar feels marginally better for sitting down, although this may simply be his sense of self-preservation informing him that he has less far to fall, now; he feels best of all, however, for having his face tucked into the side of Max’s neck. The man’s collar is smooth and cool against his hot skin; the smell of his cologne is a welcoming, familiar sharpness cutting through his fuzzy thoughts like a solid iron bar to which he can cling; the safe solidity of him is a safe harbour into which Oskar may slump, tired and sick and a little frightened in his vulnerability. Max will hold his head on long enough for Oskar to get home and into bed and hidden away from the world, to be unwell in safe security.

He tightens his grip slightly on Max’s jacket.

“All right,” Max says, drawing away slightly - not far, because Oskar doesn’t think he can quite raise his head from Max’s shoulder and isn’t inclined to try. “Stay here, and I’ll call us a carriage to get you home. Haussmann can distract von Bülow, and-”

“No,” Oskar mumbles, fingers tight in Max’s clothes. If Max goes, then no-one will be here with him; he feels sick at the thought of trying to hold his own head up, let alone pry his eyes open to keep an eye on the door. He - can’t do it.

“Oskar,” Max says, firm but quiet, “you cannot stay here, nor can you walk home. You are not nearly well enough.”

Oskar tries to nod, the movement just a minute jerk. Hopefully Max will feel it, pressed together skin to skin as they are. “Home,” he agrees. But he adjusts his tight grasp on Max’s jacket all the same.

There is a slight pause, and then Max leans back in slightly. His hand comes up to settle, gentle and cool, at the base of Oskar’s neck and gently stroke at the short hairs there, and Oskar feels as much as hears Max sigh. “Oh, my poor dear man,” he says softly, and ducks his face down to press just the gentlest, slightest suggestion of a kiss to the hot skin behind Oskar’s ear. It could have been nothing at all; it makes Oskar’s skin prickle all over. “You are not well at all,” he mumbles, lips soft against Oskar’s hair; Max sounds so terribly sorry for it, as though he should have done something to prevent it, and his voice is thickly bundled in worry. “Let’s get you home, shall we,” he murmurs soothingly, lifting his head and one hand.

Oskar, with his eyes screwed shut against vertigo and his face firmly pressed into Max’s shoulder, hears knuckles against the glass above them; there is a brief pause, and then a nervous shuffling at the door. “Doctor Liebermann; sir,” Haussmann says, sounding rather like a small, lost child.

“Sergeant,” Max replies. He’s deliberately making his voice sound calm, warm, and bracing for the other man’s sake, which Oskar takes to mean that he, Inspector Rheinhardt of the Leopoldstadt police, looks pretty close to death if not there already. “Could you call us a carriage? I’m afraid the Inspector is in need of a rest.”

“Yes, right away,” Haussmann says, but there is, for a moment, no sound of footsteps. “Is he,” Haussmann begins, fingers tapping against the door jamb. “Is he alright?” he says, voice pitched low.

Oskar grunts and detaches one hand from Max carefully to wave it dismissively in the vague direction - he hopes - of Haussmann. “Get on,” he grumbles into Max’s shoulder.

“He’s just making a fuss,” Max says bracingly, but he doesn’t for a moment suggest that Oskar try to carry even the weight of his own head under his own steam. Oskar makes a scoffing noise and goes back to clutching Max’s jacket.

He hears Haussmann’s footsteps retreating, and then Max’s head leans back against his own, encapsulating him entirely in his embrace. “Am I scaring the men?” Oskar murmurs, pitching for a joke.

Max huffs in amusement, but his hands shift to hold Oskar a little tighter. “Dear man,” he says, his voice all warm, heartfelt and worry-worn against Oskar’s ear making him shiver, “Scare is not the half of it.”

And this time, there is no doubt of the kiss he bestows upon Oskar’s crown - but he is tired, and unwell, and so warm and safe and wrapped up in Max that all Oskar can do, as he drifts into the gentle embrace of sleep, is smile.

#the big cuddle oskar agenda really coming out in force #the man must be held!#haussmann appearing as worried small boy as i am incapable of seeing him otherwise #it's the hat #thank you anon!#vienna blood #oskar reinhardt #max liebermann #max/oskar #this is your captain speaking

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ally-writes-many-things · 5 years

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Secret Voight (Jay Halstead) Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You had just moved back to Chicago after an incident where you use to live. You put in your resume to the Intellgence Unit which is the unit your father works at. No one knows who you are but for Al and Dawson. How long is this gonna stay a secret?

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Warnings or A/N: gif matches something.

You sighed at yourself walking up the steps, thinking how stupid you were last night. All Jay was doing was trying to make sure you were okay, and you snapped at him. You saw Jay at his desk and as soon as he saw you, he looked away. You sighed once more and walked into your desk. You got a text message last night around nine or ten saying that Jin, the IT guy got murdered and Voight had a meeting with I.A. You saw your dad. walked in, looking annoyed as hell. You sat up and looked at him. "How'd it go?"

Voight turned and looked at you. "It went. They asked some stupid questions. I left,"

Jay stood up from his desk and walked closer to Voight. "Boss, where they at with Jin's murder?"

Voight shurgged. "Nowhere. Where's Antonio?"

You didnt know, you were a bit late due to traffic. Jay sighed. "He's meeting an informant. He's got a tip on some armored van thing. Sarge, why aren't we looking into Jin's murder on our own?"

Voight looked like he was getting very annoyed at Jay. "For the same reason I told you last time you asked. They don't want us anywhere near it since we has in our unit, okay? He was a police officer. Area central is all over it,"

Ruzek walked in at that time and looked at Jay and Voight. "So they had no updates this morning?"

Voight who was clearly more annoyed than ever turned around to face the entire unit. "The update-The update is they're coming after my badge! So when there is another update I will convey it, okay? Until then, just do your jobs. Is it an inside job, or-"

Jay raised his hands up in defense. "I already told you what I know,"

Voight nodded and walked into his office and closed the door, you get up out of your seat and walked over to Jay. Jay did what he did when you walked in. Looked at you for a second and then away. "Jay, look I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just a personal issue,"

Jay didnt even look at you when he answered. "Okay,"

You rolled your eyes. "Jay-"

This time he turned and looked at you and cuts you off. "No, you don't have to say anything else. What was it you said? We've only been partners for a month? Also, dont worry about me trying to make sure you're okay anymore,"

You sighed and walked back to your seat. You desvered that. Ruzek walked over to your desk and noticed what happened between you and Jay. "What was that about?"

You looked at Jay and then back at Ruzek. "Just partner things,"

Ruzek puts his hand on your shoulder. "He'll get over it,"

You moved to where Ruzek's hand fall of your shoulder. "It wasn't his fault,"

You saw Antonio walked in and go straight into Voight's office. You looked over at Jay who was trying his damndest not to look at you. All you felt was regret. You didn't want him or anyone in this unit to know what happened because what was in that file was utter lies and everyone always believed the file. You sighed and threw your head back.

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You and the unit were following an armed van that has Ruzek in it undercover. You, Jay, Voight and Atwater were in one car and the other one was Al and Dawson. You were almost to the point when the van started to swerve and Ruzek came over the walkie saying the safe word which was Popcorn. Voight pulled over and as other cars pulled up and started to shoot. You guys get out of the car while shooting was going on. Jay had told you to follow him, you put your hand on Jay's back as he led you behind another car. You saw a memeber out of the ambush loading his gun, you aimed and shot him in the chest.

After a few minutes of shooting, the rest of the ambush leaves, Jay walked around looking at the aftermath of the shootout. You looked over and saw Al was talking to a pretty shaken up Ruzek. You pulled out your radio and called dispatch. "Lincoln 5021. Emergency. We have shots fired by the police. Roll an amboy. Fourteen hundred West Roosev. Multiple wounded offenders.

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You were in the backroom unloading things when you seen Jay walking by. When he didnt look or say anything to you, you grabbed your phone and sent the picture of your file to Jay. You heard Jay's phone go off, saw him pull it out and look at it. He turned and looked at you. "Before you say anything, no its lies,"

Jay walked up to you and looked very confused and you beat him to talking. "A couple of years ago, a bout a two years or so after I graduated from the academy, I was at a police banquette and I was walking back to my car when I was stopped my very drunk police chief and-"

Jay took a step forward and cut you off. "He didn't....?"

You shook your head. "No. He did try to kiss me though but I politely declined and went home. A few days later, I was sent a letter saying that I was recommended to become a detective by the chief which I declined and transfer to a different station with a different police chief and a year after that I took the detective test and passed,"

Jay nodded and stayed quiet. "Say something,"

"You were scared to tell me this, why?"

You sighed. "I dont know how a co-worker at my old precinct found out and twisted everything and told everyone. I was called a whore and I 'banged' my way to detective and I was basically demoted and stayed doing desk work and I have enough of it and well here I am,"

Jay was quiet once more. "And what about the text?"

You pulled out your phone and showed him. "They started the day I got here and has stopped since. I put a trace and nothing,"

Jay looked up at you and pulled you into a hug. "We'll figure this out. We'll go to Voight-"

You pushed yourself from Voight and shook your head no. You didn't want Voight involved. For the exact reason of him being your father and hes protective. "No, I don't want Voight to know,"

Jay looked at you confused. "Y/N, he can help-"

"Jay, I only told you because I didnt want you to stay mad at me. Promise me you wont tell Voight,"

"I dont know-"

"Jay, promise me,"

Jay sighed. "Alright fine,"

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It had been about an hour since you told Jay the truth and it felt like a weight lifted off you.

You were in front of the unit informing them about the detail of the case. "We have the driver of the van, Lee Pratchett. Worked there for three months. Had a wife and a two year old kid at home. Dead crew member, apparently got a lead on that,"

You looked up at Roman when he tried to talked. "Yeah, Jeff, I know him from my last-"

You cut him off. "Not yet. We've got the shooter in the armored van. ID and soical came back bogus from the company. He started working there three days ago," you looked at Roman. "Now,"

Roman nodded and walked up. "DOA is Jeff Gamble. Hes got a short five pages long. Posession, domestic battery, burglary, tap prior armed robberies. His cousin, Chirs, is basically his partner in crime. Chris wasn't involved himself but I'll guarantee he'll at least know what Jeff was up too,"

Voight nodded and looked at Roman. "You and Burgess go find this cousin,"

They leave to find this cousin and the State's attorney called Voight and Al into Voight's office. You get up from your seat and walk into the break room, you hear footsteps. You turned and wasnt surprised that it was Jay. "No texts yet?"

You shook your head. "No,"

"Do you know why they want to do this?"

You shook your head again. "No, I dont know why it's happening. I didnt sleep with anyone nor did I accept the detective recommendation by the P.C either,"

Jay pulled you into another hug. "We'll figure it out,"

The way you feel when Jay wrapped his arms around you. You felt like nothing bad could ever happened and you felt like you were home.

"If we could have everyone in the lobby. We caught a case,"

You let go of Jay and walked into the lobby. You saw Al was next to board pinning photos on it. "Oskar Bembenek and his younger brother Jacob. Oskar ran a crime outfit for the last twenty five years. Prostitution, extortion, drugs, you name it. Now, Oskar never gets his hands dirty. He always subcontracts when it comes to taking someone out. That's how hes lasted this long,"

Ruzek, who, looked up from the file they gave us. "Murder charge?"

Al nodded but sighed. "Had a mistress. Wanted to break up so he stabbed her twenty five times. His shirt? It had her blood on it. I knew this girl,"

He stopped himself. But continue softer. "I knew this girl. I was trying to turn her into an informant. Josie Martin,"

Kevin's phone rang and he answered it. "Atwater,"

It took a second before he relayed the messaged. "The supervisor from the armored van company went home sick,"

Voight looked at you. "You and Halstead,"

You grabbed your jacket as Jay told Kevin to text him the address.

The more time you spend with Jay, the more time you feel yourself falling for him and you cant help it.

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You pull up to the supervisor's house and started to walk up to the door. "So Jin, gave me a drive. Jin was working with I. Any shot that Voight is working with I.A?"

Your father is a lot of things but being a rat? Wasn't one. "Yeah, right,"

You knocked on the door but no answer, Jay looked into the window. "Body,"

You and Jay both quickly drew your guns before Jay kicked the door in. You cleared the house before checking the body. You pulled out your phone and bent down to see the face better. "Logan Hendricks?"

You nodded. "Shit,"

"Looks like he was trying to clear out,"

You looked at Jay and then to where he was looking. There were suitcases on the couch. You looked back at Jay as he looked at you. "He was working for Bembenek. He hires the shooter in the van and then tips off the crew when he knows that we've got a guy inside and we're following,"

Jay nodded. "I'll call it in,"

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The rest of the day didnt result in much. Just leads that lead no where. Jay was at Molly's which you were to meet him but Voight wanted you to stay back so he can talk to you. After everyone left, you walked up to his office and saw that he was doing some paperwork. "Dad?"

He looked up and mentioned for you to come in. "So I had something I need to ask you,"

You nodded. "Go for it,"

Your dad was trying to search for the right words. "You left your first precinct on your own terms right?"

Your heart started to beat. If Jay told him..."Yes,"

He looked down at a piece of paper and then handed it to you. "Then what is this?"

You walked up and grabbed the paper he had stretch out. It was the file. Fucking bastard sent it to him. "Dad, this isn't the truth,"

Your dad gets up from his seat and goes and shuts the door. "Tell them me what the truth is then?"

You told him the same exact story you told Jay eariler that day. "I didn't tell you because I wanted to figure it out on my own but I guess I can't,"

Your dad takes the paper from your hand and pulled you into his arms. "I'll take care of it okay?"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. He kissed the top of your head. "Next time just tell me okay?"

You didn't do or say anything, you just stood there.

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You finally arrived at the bar, Jay had texted you the address. He looked at you and smiled. "Hey,"

You sat down next to him and sighed. "Hey,"

He looked at you confused as he playful shook you. "What's up?"

"Voight knows,"

Jay's eyes widen. "What? I didn't tell him. I swear,"

You shook your head. "I know. Whoever has that file sent it to him,"

Jay nodded as he took a sip from his drink. "Let me ask you something

Straight up. Are you sure there is no shot Voight is involved with Jin's muder?"

You looked at Jay like he was the craziest person in the world. "Are you crazy?"

Jay half smirked. "That's an answer to another question,"

"No, theres no way,"

Jay takes another sip of his drink. "Yeah, well, hes gonna bury this case, for God knows what reason,"

You rolled your eyes. "Why? He has no reason,"

Jay didnt even look at you. "Well, you have only been working under him for a few weeks, you dont know all the shady things he's done,"

You knew a lot more than Jay thinks. A lot more than Jay even knows.

You were deciding rather or not to tell Jay who you actually were but you eventually decided not too.

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You were in the interview room with Chris, Jeff's cousin. Thanks to Burgess and Roman. "See, Chris, no one really knows this. It's my favorite thing to surprises people to lay on people like you. Say you and your buddies, I don't know, rob an armored van. Someone gets killed. Even if it was by the police, someone still needs to get charged with that murder. So we're gonna prove that you were there yesterday. An in addition to the attempted murder of a police officer, you're gonna get charged with the murder of your cousin. Or Chris, give us the others,"

Jay, who had been sitting in the corner this entire time spoke up. "You can't be happy with the way this went down. Your cousin got killed for what? Hmm? How much did Bembenek pay you to get the shirt?"

The guy looked at Jay liked he was a ghost. Jay stood up from where he was and sits down in front of Chris. "Yeah, we know about all of it. So quit, trying to figure a way out. Its over,"

Chris thought about what Jay was for a few minutes before flipping. "It wasn't suppose to go down like that. They never said there was gonna be cops,"

You sat down next to Jay. "Whose they?"

"Oskar and his brother Jacob. They said it was only suppose to be a security team from the van company that was following and that there was gonna be more money. That's why we werent handing it over until we got the money,"

Jay looked at him intently. "Hand what over?"

Chirs without missing a beat. "The bloody shirt. The evidence bag. We told Bembenek that he needed to come up with two hundred thousand or we will drop the bag off at the nearest police station,"

Jay sat up. "Where's the bag now?"

"My buddy Christian has it but I'm suppose to meet him and back him up for the trade off,"

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While we were interviewing Chris, Voight had gotten a guy named Stilwell arrested for Jin's murder and Stilwell came out and said that Voight was working with I.A. You were unbelievably pissed. You saw him walking up the stairs, and you just stared at him. "I don't know what you heard but let me set things straight. In order to get my job back, I made a deal with I.A. rhe deal was that I put myself out there as dirty, so I could take down some of the high level criminals. I never nor did I agree to report on any other cops. You can like it or not, that was the deal,"

Voight looked over at you but you looked away. Al started to walked downstairs. "Alright, let's gear up for the meet,"

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You were gearing up for the meet when Chris started to bang on the cage. Antonio pointed at him and yelled. "Sit down! Now whether this evidence bag has been opened or tampered with or not or it broke the chain of custody. I dont really give a damn. That's for the state's attorney to determine. Main thing is to get Oskar to show up with the two hundred thousand and heads will roll from there and then we make our move,"

You were about to follow Jay to his car but Antonio stopped you. "Hey Y/L/N, I know how you're feeling-"

You cut him off. "I appericate it but nows not the time, Dawson,"

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You guys were at the place of the trade off waiting for Bembenek to show up. You notice a car pulling up to. Two cars pull up. Both stop and parked but only one of the car's doors open and out comes, Oskar, Jacob and some of other person. The guy walked up to Chris and Christan and showed them the money and Christan took the money and placed it in the car and pulled out the evidence bag and hands it to Oskar. Oskar ripped the bag open and pulled out the shirt and the next thing we know, guns were pulled out and they were shot as Oskar and Jacob took off in acar Antonio comes over the radio telling the team to move in. You and Jay, on the other hand went and followed Oskar and Jacob in the car. They tried to get out through a backway but you blocked the back and Voight blocked the front. You guys get out of the car and so does Jacob. Jacob holds up a hand. You and Jay both start to yell at him. "On the ground! On your knees! Show me your hands,"

Jacob kept moving. "Its all good. Its all-"

Jacob had pulled out a gun pointed at Jay and before Jacob could finished that sentence, Jay shoots him. Al pulled Oskar from the car and while getting handcuffed, Oskar was calling out to his brother. "Jacob! Jacob! You shot my brother,"

You placed a hand on Jay's shoulder while you radio dispatch. "Lincoln 5021. Emergency. Shots fired by police. Multiple offenders down. Roll an ambo. Thirty fifth and Hamilton,"

----

After a long but successful day, you, Jay and a couple of his friends were at a bar called Molly's. You were all having a great time when Jay jumped, you turned around and saw that it was Al. "Let me have a quick word with you,"

Jay nodded and walked over to the corner with Al. "You have it so bad,"

You turned around and face Sylvie. "What?"

Sylive looked at you and chuckled. "You are so in love with him,"

Your eyes go wide. "Am not! He's my partner!"

All the girls go. "Mhm sureee,"

Jay walked over to the table clearly shaken up. "Have a great night ladies. Imma head home,"

Jay turned to you. "I'll see you at work tomorrow,"

Jay grabbed his jacket and started to walk out of Molly. You grabbed your jacket and followed him out. "Jay!"

Jay turned around and looked at you. "What was that about?"

Jay sighed. "Oskar Bembenek just put a one hundred thousand bounty on your head for killing his brother,"

You entire heart just dropped. "What?"

Jay nodded. "Yep,"

You shook your head. "You're not staying home alone tonight. Take me to your place,"

Jay looked at you crazy. You rolled your eyes as you chuckled. "I'll sleep on the couch or something,"

----

You had followed Jay in your car to his apartment. He let you in and you walked over and it was fairly normal of what you expect it to me. A bit cleaner than you imagined it though. "Welcome to my home,"

You looked over at Jay and saw that he was clearly still shaken up, even though he was putting on a brave face. Before you could even say anything, Jay walked over to you and he placed his hand on your check and kissed you. You were in shocked and before you could even react, he pulled away. "I'm sorry, I shouldnt have done that,"

You shook your head and grabbed his shirt and stood on your tippy toes and kissed him back. It was magic, the way his lips connected with yours. It was right. Your hands travelled up his chest, your neck and to his hair and tangled your fingers in his hand and you slightly pulled earning a low growl from Jay. Jay picked you up from the ground and carried you to his bed. He laid you down on his bed and hovered over you. "Are you sure about this?"

You pulled his shirt over his head as your answer.

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The widofjord kiss fic was wonderfully fluffy! If you're still doing them- Caleb taking care of Fjord. Maybe he's injured or sick (or from the last fic, with the instincts thing he just has the driving need to keep Caleb safe and protected and such so Caleb can't go far for a little bit and he's humoring his half orc) and Fjord just really enjoying being taken care of and the TLC.

Ooooh boy, this is my kind of prompt :D

Caleb had not expected the effect pretending to be dead would have on Fjord. He really should have, would have if he’d had a moment to think but there was a javelin buried three inches into his stomach and then Nott was yelling one of their code phrases and he’d acted on instinct.

And Fjord had lost his mind. There had been a noise from him that approached a roar and then Jester was dragging him and really, he probably should have told them he and Nott’s set pieces. They *clearly* thought he was actually dying, That was only made more obvious when Fjord finally managed to fight his way over to him. He crouched protectively over him, snarling at anything that came too close.And he’s still there now. Caleb had shown him where Jester had already healed him, that he was fine but Fjord had been so distressed. He’d picked Caleb up and carried him back to the cart, despite Caleb’s protests that he could walk just fine and set him down in one of the corners, curling around him and rumbling deep in his chest.“I’m fine, really,” Caleb murmurs, leaning into Fjord’s shoulder. Fjord rests his cheek against the top of Caleb’s head with a huff.“I know, I just-,” he broke off and when Caleb pulled back to look at him, the skin of his cheeks was a darker teal than usual. He was *blushing*. “If you want to get up, I’ll be alright I just need- I *want*-”“You need to hold me and growl for a bit?” Caleb asks. Fjord had backtracked and tried to say it was only a want but Caleb has a feeling that has more to do with his own embarrassment over his Orchish heritage than his actual feelings. Fjord swallows hard, pulling him even closer.“Like I said you can leave if you want, you don’t have to sit here and let me fuss,” he mutters and Caleb sighs. He turns in Fjord’s embrace meeting and holding his eyes.“I want you to be happy, and to feel like you can talk to me about these sorts of things. I am not with you in *spite* of these things, Fjord. They are a part of you and they are as important to me as every other part of you. If you need to hold me and be protective after seeing me injured, then that’s what I want you to do,” he says. He manages to hold eye contact all through speaking but once he gets it all out he does have to look away so he misses Fjord’s expression but the man leans in and kisses his forehead.Caleb smiles at the contact, letting his eyes close. Fjord pulls away just enough to tuck Caleb back against his shoulder and rest his cheek against the man’s hair again. He rumbles softly, stroking his hand up and down Caleb’s arm.The rest of the group starts to retake their sleeping positions but when Jester goes to curl up next to them Fjord growls, just a little. Her eyes widen for a moment before she gives a delighted laugh.“Oh, you two are so *romantic*,” she says, backing up. “It’s just like Oskar and Guinevere! We have to give them space, you guys!”The rest of the group gives a few good-natured grumbles and some laughter but they shift to make sure they don’t get too close to Caleb. Fjord is hiding his face in Caleb’s hair and Caleb reaches up to run his fingers through Fjord’s.“They’re not judging you and neither am I,” he murmurs. “They are your friends and I am your lover. We all want to give you what you need.”Fjord shudders against him, tightening his arms around Caleb.“You make me feel so safe, Fjord,” he continues and Fjord gives that low happy rumble again. Caleb smiles at the sound, scratching gently at the back of Fjord’s neck. “You purr louder than Frumpkin, Liebling.”“’m not purring,” Fjord mumbles and Caleb chuckles.“As you say. Are you feeling better?”Fjord nods, nuzzling against him.“Thank you,” he murmurs and Caleb smiles. As if being held and protected and looked after is some sort of hardship. He’ll convince Fjord it isn’t a burden to give him what he needs some day. For now, he’ll just keep saying it.“Whatever you need, Fjord. Any time.”

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