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A little punky Crowley…May follow up with an Aziraphale 👀

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Through Glass (Ch. 7)

Chapter 7: The Distance

Rating: T

Summary: Stephen and Strange finally go head to head.

A/N: Uhhhhhhhh, remember when I apologized last chapter for up and disappearing? Yea…SORRY. Life has been very very busy. Sorry for this being relatively short.

Strange = Dr. Strange in reader’s universe

Stephen = Strange-Supreme

Warnings: Feelings of being watched, Multiversal Stalking, Possessive!Stephen, Eventual body horror, Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader, No Y/N, First Person POV, What If AU where Reader dies instead of Christine, Strange-Supreme just needs a hug honestly, Stephen in Reader’s universe is a big dummy, Stephen is touch starved, consentacles (ch.6), smut (ch.6), reader/monster romance

Catch up with Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

I've seen this yearning take on a frightening form The memory of you will make sure my past lingers on And I still love how you say my name I still taste you kissing my pain away Still see your tears through the rain

After Wong had left to prepare the Kamar-Taj and the other sanctums for yet another attack—despite still recovering from Wanda, Strange hit the ground running on a solution. He logically expected pushback in the form of a fight but without Wong to help with preparing a heavy-duty protection spell, it took him a lot longer to prepare. Between that and coming up with a game plan that Wong would approve, Strange took a little longer than he’d like for such a pressing matter. Once he was ready, however, he wasn’t going to be stopped by any coyness or front doors. He was getting straight to the point and finally finishing this drawn-out incident.

—

The next twelve (or so) hours that Stephen and I shared together were pure domesticated bliss. But, with bliss eventually comes hunger.

I spread the last of the cream cheese on a toasted bagel, tossing the knife in the sink and grabbing both plates to head to the living room.

“Here’s your—shit!” I started, just about jumping out of my skin as I saw Strange stepping through a portal with his eyes trained on me. I was able to keep the bagels from an untimely meeting with the floor. “Hungry?” I pushed the plate toward Strange, glad Stephen was nowhere in sight. He had probably sensed him incoming and had no time to warn me.

“Two bagels?” Strange asked with an unimpressed raise of an eyebrow.

“I’m glad you can count. Bagel?”

“Where is he?” Strange demanded.

“Who?”

“I’m really not in the mood for you to play dumb,” Strange groaned, using magic to remove the plates from my hands. Thankfully, they reappeared elsewhere. “The person who was going to eat the other bagel, your dog, whatever you’re calling him. Where. Is. He?”

“Are you saying I can’t eat two bagels by myself? Because I totally could and I’m prepared to prove you wrong.”

I didn’t realize I’d been shuffling backwards until my shoulder hit the edge of the hallway. It was stupid really, attempting to rush into my room and close the door knowing full well Strange could just wiggle his fingers and make something happen. But I attempted it anyway and now I was locked inside of my, now doorless, room with him.

“Now…” Strange sighed at my minor inconveniences, “…the faster you give him up, the faster this gets over with. Youasked me for help, remember? So, if he’s threatening you, I can help with that.” Strange continued walking toward me until I was backed against the wall with no way out, “However, if you’re protecting him…”

My eyes flicked over Strange’s shoulder, spying Stephen’s murderous reflection in the mirror, “Step back, please.”

“Why? Is your dog going to come take a bite out of me?” Strange huffed, glancing over his shoulder but not seeing the reflection that I had.

“You’re going to piss him off!”

“Who?!” He shouted.

“You! Okay!?” I snapped.

Strange’s face fell as Wong’s assessment was confirmed by my confession. Strange mumbled a curse and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Hey, asshole!” Strange turned and yelled into the room, arms spread open. He walked to the middle of the room, monitoring any reflections he could. After a beat of silence, he locked eyes with me again, “I’m assuming he got spooked and went back in when I arrived?”

I rolled my eyes at “spooked” and shrugged, “Most likely.”

“Good,” he smirked, moving his arms in wide motions, creating a complex sigil before my eyes. “I’m locking him out for good, this time.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach despite knowing my Stephen was stronger. What if Strange could pull it off? Then what?

“No!” I lurched forward, stupidly grabbing his arm mid-cast. “You can’t! He’s not a bad person!”

Strange stepped away from me, pausing the casting so I didn’t hurt myself, “I’m trying to protect you! Just like you asked!”

“You don’t even know me!”

“That didn’t matter before. And anyway, it’s for the best. Knowing me would put you in danger that you couldn’t handle,” Strange snarled grimly, drawing his brows together.

“According to you, I already am.”

Strange huffed as his concentration broke, moving away from me and stomping over to the large mirror where most of the energy had been concentrated before.

“Strange, dammit!” I shoved his shoulder as he began to cast the spell again.

“You are pushing every last button I have,” he growled, shaking me off his shoulder.

Facing the mirror again, Strange quickly shuffled back a few steps as Stephen appeared, fully decked out in his menacing creature form.

Shit.

“Oh, he’s not bad, huh?” Strange stressed, waving an arm out to the mirror. “Look at him!”

Strange restarted the spell again only for me to shove him harder. I had barely made contact when I was pushed by an invisible force, landing hard on the floor with a groan. I stood back up, no injuries to speak of other than a bruised ego and a bruised ass.

“Uh, ow?”

“If you’d’ve stayed back, I wouldn’t hav—,” Strange was cut off as tentacles suddenly pushed through the mirror, wrapping around Strange’s neck, wrists, and torso. He was lifted off the ground, bringing him eye level to Stephen, while keeping his hands apart.

Stephen leaned out of the mirror, snarling and growling filling up the room instantly, “Don’t you dare bring harm to them again! You know how important they are to us, coward!”

“They’re not—gah—yours to protect,” Strange choked out. “What happened—to—yours, hmm?”

“They’re gone,” Stephen brought his face even closer to Strange’s then glanced slightly upwards to Strange’s forehead. “Oh…,” Stephen chuckled, “…how precious.”

Strange’s fists were clenched, wrists contorting as he tried to over power Stephen as violet magic emanated from his fists. It was only then that I noticed the third eye on Strange’s face. Not that more than two eyes was strange to me at this point, I just wasn’t aware that Strange had some of that funk going on, too.

“The Darkhold, Doctor? What a hypocrite!” Stephen spat.

“I—did what I—had to do,” Strange gurgled.

“To save the girl, yes. I’m aware America Chavez resides here. Great kid. Anyway,” Stephen brought Strange’s hand in between them with a tentacle, “Here’s the difference between you and me, Doc.” With some effort, Stephen managed to force one of his arms back to his human form from the elbow down to his fingers. He put their hands side by side, one heavily scarred and shaking while the other stood unmarred and perfectly still, and snarled, “You didn’t have to lose them to follow your fate into the Mystic Arts. I did!”

As Stephen said his piece, I felt for Strange as I watched his face grow a deeper red—borderline purple—and worryingly so as the tentacles seemed to squeeze harder the more Stephen raged on. Hesitantly, I approached, making sure Shumi was able to sense my presence amidst all the emotion before laying a hand on the tentacle wrapped around Strange’s neck.

“Stephen, please,” I asked softly.

“Get back,” Strange wheezed, more air than noise escaping.

Stephen snarled at Strange before glancing at me from the corner of a few of his eyes, while the others stayed trained on Strange.

“Put him down before something bad happens. This universe still needs its Doctor Strange.”

Stephen responded with something akin to a grumble and loosened up the tentacles, letting Strange drop to his feet with a not-so-gentle thud.

“Wha—?” Strange wheezed, clutching his neck and his face only donning two eyes once more, but still staring at Stephen’s bare arm. “Ah—How?”

“The car accident,” Stephen’s voice distorted midway through speaking as he calmed the beings inside him and switched back to his human form; his body going back behind the mirror. His red and purple robes sat heavily on his shoulders contrasting his gaunt, pale features with his light brown hair contrasting Strange’s deep, black hair. “They died in the car accident. In my accident.”

“Y—you knew them…before?” Strange cleared his throat, eyes squinting as he tried to piece together Stephen’s timeline.

Stephen’s head nodded silently, eyes cast downward at the mention of his past; clearly still feeling the weight of the guilt of his actions.

“So, you joined the Mystic Arts and turned yourself in to this? Do I even want to know what you did?!” Strange berated him. “You could have gone back to work but you chose this instead?”

Stephen’s face snapped up, a snarl marring his human features. He charged toward the mirror with fists balled and fury in his eyes, “They meant more to me than work! That’s the difference between you and me.”

Strange responded in kind, bringing up huge orange runes to shield himself in case Stephen did anything.

“Stop!” I snapped. “Look, Strange, he’s been here for months and hasn’t done anything bad. Those aren’t his intentions.”

“He’s still dangerous,” Doctor Strange stated matter of factly.

“He’s no—.”

“You have no idea what just his presence could do here, okay? Just his being here destabilizes the multiverse and could cause far more harm than he may intend,” Strange raised his voice, just on the edge of condescending despite the glare from Stephen.

“I—is that true?” I stalled thickly, looking over at Stephen for answers.

“It’s hypothetica—.”

“It’s actually very real, thank you,” Strange interrupted. “Incursions are not to be trifled with.”

Stephen scoffed, “Please, I’ve hopped around the multiverse plenty and nev—.”

“Oh my fu…,” Strange trailed off, running a hand over his tired face.

“For good reason! There have been plenty of multiversal disasters prevented thanks to me, your highness. So, you’re welcome for dealing with them before they reached your universe.”

“Coming from someone who has had to rectify his own incursion, they are still not to be brushed off as hypothetical!” Strange stressed.

“I jus—.”

“—Haven’t you ruined enough!?” Strange nearly shouted.

Stephen stopped speaking immediately, suddenly feeling very small despite the power inside him.

“From the looks of it, your universe isn’t doing too hot,” Strange made a show of peering around Stephen. “Then you drove erratically with them in the car and had the audacity to think you could…what? Fix it? Without consequences? Am I on the right track?”

Stephen was still silent.

“Stephen…” I murmured.

“No,” he whispered back. “He’s right.”

“No...,” my eyes widened.

“I’ll leave,” Stephen nodded, finally picking his eyes up and looking at me. “I just wanted more time.”

“Please don’t go,” I pushed forward to the mirror, feeling my throat tightening with every word.

“I have to,” Stephen looked away, the sight of tears pooling in my eyes suddenly too much for him to watch. “You were never mine to have anyway. You’re his.”

Overwhelmed with anger, I hit the wall next to the mirror with my palm and ignored the pain thereafter, “No one owns me! He doesn’t even know me! Not like you do!” I blew up at the mirror. My chest heaved with furious breathing and hitched breaths underneath the sight of tears making their way down my cheeks.

“I know, hey…” Stephen pushed himself part way through the mirror, not caring if Strange protested or not. He pressed his forehead against mine and settled his hands on the outside of my upper arms, rubbing his hands up and down to calm me. “…I know. And I don’t agree with him but…”

“I’m right here,” Strange scoffed distantly.

“…I’m sorry,” Stephen murmured.

I was barely able to brush my lips against his before he was pulling away completely, looking completely dejected and defeated without Strange even having to lift a finger to accomplish it. I slowly stepped back out of shock that this was happening.

“Whatever Multiversal saving you’ve been doing aside…I’m going to need you to respect this for this universe at least,” Strange sighed. “I really don’t want to drag Wong here to help me seal the place up.”

Stephen nodded solemnly.

“You can't make him go!” I suddenly blurted out, grabbing onto Strange’s forearm. “You can’t do this! He just wants to feel again!” Strange kept his arm strong to keep me back from the mirror as my words slowly disintegrated into sobs. My weight shifted ominously making Strange shift to catch me and help lower me to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Don’t touch me! Get the fuck out of my house!” I pushed him away and used my feet to scoot myself away from him. I pressed my back against the wall, bringing my palms to my eyes and refusing to see Stephen drift away like a dream.

“Doc…” Stephen murmured over my sobs.

Strange closed his eyes and straightened himself up, giving his attention over to the pale face in the mirror.

“You don’t need to do this self-sacrificing stunt that we always pull,” Stephen muttered. “You can still fix things with them.”

“You’re the last person who should be giving advice,” Strange rolled his eyes.

“On the contrary, and don’t look at me like that. I am you. I clocked your idiotic plan a few weeks into being here,” Stephen snapped and then sighed again, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Look, I’ve made a lot of mistakes but them? They were never a mistake.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Strange flicked his eyes over to my curled up ball of a form.

“You’re allowed to feel and be human. You do deserve to be loved and happy.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to love someone or to have them love me,” Strange’s voice wavered. “I’m scared to lose them.”

“So, you keep them at a distance before anything can begin, I get it. But, as much as you think they’re not, they are safer with you. And despite what you’ve pulled so far, they’re forgiving to a fault—given some time. You have a chance still. Take it from me…Don’t. Waste. It. It could be your last one.”

Strange watched as his darker self turned around and walked away, slowly fading out into Strange’s own reflection. With my sobs still filling the suddenly quiet room, Strange stepped carefully out of the room. He waved his hand, making my bedroom door appear again and disappeared through a circle of sparks. The crackling sparks fizzled out moments later, leaving only me to fill the silence.

-

Don't you worry There'll be a time when our hearts beat the same Let life carry Across the distance I still see your flame

The Distance - Poets of the Fall (x)

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Chapter 8 - Coming Soon

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Burning

Pairing: Bobby Nash x Male!Reader

Rating: Mature

AO3 (highly reccomend reading on AO3 for the iOS workskin): Read Here

Summary: You’re finally cleared by your doctor for normal activities—not by your Captain of course—but Athena thinks you two can bend the rules a little bit. What happens when you finally run into the 118 team that Athena has mentioned?

A/N: My first 9-1-1 fic! It’s been a long time coming! Takes place a few months or more after the tsunami episode, so the timeline might not be all correct but…oh well. As much as I adore Bathena, it’s not established in this fic and for all intents and purposes, they’re just friends. There is art scattered in the fic and there is my interpretation of the main character but in no way is that how he has to look—there are no specific descriptors in the writing for hair, eyes, skin color, etc. By all means, if you’d like to create your own version of him, I’d love to see it!

Warnings: canon typical injuries, male!reader (no y/n), mentions of blood and burns, first kiss, Bi!Bobby, older man/younger man, meet cute

“Sergeant Grant,” I grinned with a sing-songy lilt to my voice, leaning back in my seat as I looked up at her.

Groaning and flexing my forearm for the fourth time that morning, I sighed and closed the file on my desk and pushed it aside. I reached for my coffee mug with my good hand before pulling it back and reaching for it with the arm I could actually use now. I grimaced as lukewarm liquid touched my lips, having half a mind to get up and warm it up when I heard a couple short raps on the doorframe of the office I was inhabiting in the short term.

“How’s the arm doing, Officer?” she grinned with her voice equally as playful while dropping my last name, with her own coffee clasped between her hands.

“Oh you know…” I shrugged, putting it through some motions. “Doc said I didn’t have to wear a sling anymore and I can start working it out again at a hundred percent, so that’s good.”

“If it's any consolation, you don’t look like you lost muscle in that arm,” she pursed her lips and laughed.

“It’s nice to know someone’s looking,” I chuckled, taking another disgusting sip. “So, what can I do for you?”

“It’s more like what I can do for you,” she sauntered in and took a seat across from me. “I spoke to Cap and she might have agreed for me to take you out on patrol with me.”

“No…” I breathed in disbelief, knowing full well the Captain had just told me I wasn’t cleared for leading field work yet or training any new officers.

“Unless you’re too busy, of course,” Athena dismissed, scooting her chair back and standing up, gesturing to the pile of folders on my desk with her eyebrows.

“Not too busy!” I exclaimed quickly, standing before she could leave the room. “It’s just busy work and evaluations anyway…”

“Are you su—“

“—very sure,” I responded before she could finish, grabbing my bag and vest for patrol from the floor next to me.

Athena simply gave me an amused grin and nodded her head for me to follow her out.

“Don’t laugh at me, I was going crazy stuck to a desk, Athena.”

“I’m not surprised, you hyperactive man-baby.”

—

We prepped her patrol car, making sure everything was situated and tossing my bag in the trunk of the Explorer. I hesitated in the back, looking at my body armor secured to my bag. Before the tsunami, I would have had it on as soon as I got to the station, but being on desk duty for the last few months, I hadn’t needed it. It was unlikely I would need it in Athena’s beat, but I knew I would feel less uneasy with it on.

Now, I just had to get it on without completely disrobing or jostling my shirt-stays. As I contemplated my predicament, I undid my uniform shirt all the way down to my belt. I opened the Velcro flaps on my vest and began an awkward shimmy of sliding the back of the vest underneath and behind my collar, sliding my head through the middle, and letting the front flap over my chest. I rolled my shoulders to let it fall in place on its own and tugged my open shirt to get any material stuck underneath the vest out. When I was situated, I closed up the Velcro sides snuggly and buttoned up my shirt.

“Are you lost or—“ Athena asked impatiently—having already checked to make sure the vehicle was in order—coming around to the back of the patrol vehicle while I fussed with my buttons.

“Sorry, one sec,” I offered apologetically.

“I’m not taking you to any high risk calls, so don’t get too excited,” she laughed saying my name like that of an over-eager child. “Cap would have my head.”

“Hey, take it easy on me, Athena. I used to work narcotics and those calls were never chill, so this puts me at ease a little.”

“Alright, alright. Hurry up, before I tell Cap about that very non regulation patch on your body armor,” she gave me a pointed look, glancing down at the terrible sewing job I had done on my body armor that held a small pansexual flag. The Sergeant pushed her sunglasses up to her face but not before winking in my direction to let me know she was joking.

Piling in to the Explorer, Athena immediately got on the radio, “This is 727-A-30, we are 10-8.”

I tuned out the radio conversation after that, knowing Athena would be giving our info to dispatch quickly as we pulled out of the station. 

—

We started patrolling her beat, finding it fairly quiet but knowing better than to voice that out loud. Not twenty minutes into our patrol shift, did Athena’s phone start pinging messages in quick succession from where it hung in the dash mount. 

“Damn, ‘Thena, you got a hot date or what?” I snorted, trying to sneakily grab her phone but telegraphing my movements purposely so she’d slap me away.

“Oh shut it,” she slapped my arm. “Your doctor cleared you so I won’t feel bad if I have to hit you harder.”

“I expect nothing less, sarge,” I grinned. “But, come on, you know I love me some chisme, cough it up.”

“It’s nothing,” she rolled her eyes, quickly replying as we stopped at a red light.

“Oooh, is it about me?” I waggled my eyebrows, while she gave me a blank stare from behind her sunglasses.

The patrol car was silent for a few moments, the only sound being from outside the car and the radio faintly playing.

“Yes, it was about you,” I finally heard her mumble.

“I knew it! Let me see!” I made grabby hands for her phone.

“I’m gonna regret this,” she sighed and tossed the phone in my lap.

I laughed as I scrolled to the beginning of the conversation, someone by the name of “Maddie” starting off by asking who I was and why I was with Athena when she usually patrolled solo, with the eyes emoji to end the question.

The transfer from Pacific I told you about! - Athena

Ooh! Pics! I remember you talking about him! He sounds hot! -Maddie

Pics! -Hen

Show us! -Eddie

He’s a dork, but he’s cool. - Athena

Oh, he IS hot! -Maddie

Seconded! -Eddie

Hey! -Buck

Sorry… -Eddie

You’re right, though -Buck

I’m NOT asking out a subordinate, stop it -Athena

“Hey, I’m not a dork,” I teased.

“You so are.”

“How did this Maddie person know I was with you so fast anyway…?” I drifted off as another text came in.

“She’s a dispatcher. Everyone else there is from the 118. Her brother and boyfriend are with the 118, too. You’ll probably run into them a lot on patrol, that’s how I met them anyway.”

You definitely withheld the hot part from me, Athena -Bobby

Ooooo, Cap! -Hen

“Ooh, firefighters…mmm,” I sighed dreamily just to annoy her. “And who is Bobby? He looks fine as hell and he just called me hot.” I hurriedly clicked on his contact photo to get a better look.

“The 118 Captain. I knew your gay little heart wouldn’t be able to resist him,” she laughed and took the phone from me.

“I’m not gay, ‘Thena, I’m pansexual. You know this!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just only talk about the guys, so I forget sometimes.”

“That’s because they usually have the most drama,” I snorted. “So, you’re forgiven.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s straight, though. Well, I’ve never heard him talk about going out with any men, so I suppose I’m just assuming.”

“Oh, I will be devastated if he is,” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “What about you?”

“Nah, after Michael…I’ve been taking some time for me. I didn’t want to jump into anyone’s arms, I’m too focused on my kids after the divorce, you know?”

“Aw, yea, I understand. But, you know I’d take you out in a heartbeat if you let me,” I shot her a smile.

“You are too young for me!” She scoffed and shook her head.

“No, you’re just experienced,” I winked. “Also, I take offense to that. I’m in my thirties with two degrees and a career, ma’am.”

“Lord help me.”

—

“911, What’s your emergency?”

“My mother! She’s out of control! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!” wild screaming arises in the background, “Get away from me! YOU’VE OFFICIALLY LOST IT!”

“This is dispatch requesting a unit at 294 Moreno Drive. Reports of a family disturbance and possible assault.”

“Dispatch, this is 727-A-30 handling.”

“10-4, 727-A-30.”

Athena flicked the sirens and lights on and sighed heavily as we sped off to the call, “Oh boy.”

—

“727-A-30, 10-97 on scene,” Athena announced into her radio.

“I’m just saying, thin crust is delicious but my fat ass will eat the whole thing. So, I never allow myself to get it!” I groaned to Athena.

“Or you could have some self control lik—”

I glared at Athena and smirked thinking my glare cut her off but saw her staring past me.

“You’re psychotic! All of you!” a high pitched yell sounded as the front door of the house ripped open.

A middle-aged woman wielding a brightly colored, tissue paper covered stick stormed out of the house followed by a flock of elderly people.

“I told you not to come!” a half dressed older lady shouted back at her.

Oh shit. I immediately averted my eyes at the sight, hearing Athena chuckle behind me.

“It’s your birthday! I was just supposed to ignore that!?” She flailed the stick around.

“Obviously!”

“Mom, did you order strippers!?” the woman screamed, finally noticing Athena and me.

“Honey, you called 911,” an older man, likely her father, spoke up from next to her mother.

“Well, Mom was stripping and doing body shots!”

“I just turned seventy! Let me live a little! Also, you hit me with that stick!”

“Yea, to knock some sen—”

“Okay!” I spoke up, ending the argument. “I’m flattered you think I could pass as a stripper but I’m going to have to ask you to put the piñata stick down, ma’am,” I held my hands out as non-threateningly as possible. When she didn’t immediately put it down, I cocked my head and gave a slower warning, “Ma’am…”

“Yea, yea, fine,” she rolled her eyes and thrust the stick at me. 

I jumped but grabbed it tightly and and took it from her hands. Athena took it from me and held it far out of reach.

“Now, are we pressing charges and do you need medical attention?” I looked pointedly at the mother.

“No…no…” the mother waved me off.

“Press charges against me? I called you!”

“You also assaulted someone, so it doesn’t matter who called us,” I sighed, resting my hands on my duty belt. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave the property.”

The woman huffed and stomped off, making Athena and me sag with relief. 

“I hope you have a nice rest of your party, ma’am,” I smiled and nodded my head to her, her husband, and the rest of the guests who had come out onto the lawn.

I turned back toward Athena, my eyes widening comically and mouthing, “Oh my god,” with an exasperated expression.

“Hey, you said you liked a little experience…” Athena laughed as we got in the car.

“Shut up,” I mumbled with a smirk.

“727-A-30, 10-98.”

“I need some bleach for my eyes,” I sighed heavily.

—

“911, What’s your emergency?”

“I’m trapped! There’s a—a huge pile up on—“ the caller wheezed, “—Wilshire.”

“911, What’s your emergency?” 

“The traffic lights! They’re all green! There’s a huge accident on Wilshire and Irolo.”

“911, What’s your emergency?”

“I’m the manager at Bank of Hope on Wilshire and Vermont, we just had a robbery take place. I think they hit Wells Fargo, too!”

“All available units in the vicinity of Wilshire and Irolo, please respond to a pileup in the intersection for traffic control. Firehouse 118 is arriving on scene shortly.”

“727-A-30, responding,” Athena answered immediately and made a u-turn while turning on the lights and sirens.

“10-4, 727-A-30. Please be advised, 211 just took place on Wilshire and Vermont. A unit has already been dispatched but witnesses report the getaway car heading toward the accident intersection. Suspect is 10-29FD possibly carrying a knife. Gun was left at the scene.”

“10-4, Dispatch. Patch me in to Captain Nash.”

There was silence before the radio crackled finally.

“This is Captain Nash.”

“Bobby, I’m on route to the accident, use extreme caution. Suspect is armed.”

“Athena, dispatch notified us that it was a knife. Have a little faith, I think we can take it,” he chuckled over the radio.

“Bobby…”

“We’ll be looking out, don’t worry. Just arrived on scene.”

Bobby cut out leaving us to listen to the sirens as we sped to the scene.

“Responders, please be advised the getaway vehicle was a black sedan.”

“10-4.”

“Dispatch, there’s three black sedans, proceeding with caution,” Bobby interjected.

We pulled up to the scene eight minutes later, seeing a horrific display of mangled cars, smoke, and flames. A couple LAPD units had already arrived on scene and started directing traffic away from the intersection. Firefighters, the 118 I assumed, were split up around the cars to attend to as many people as they could.

“You find one black sedan, I’ll find another. Clear it and head to the last one.”

“Copy that,” I clipped and opened the door, immediately dropping my hand to my taser to pull out if needed.

I jogged over to where one of the cars was, slowing down as I approached to be able to assess the situation better. I rounded other cars cautiously but didn’t immediately see anyone that screamed “robber” at me, nor evidence of a robbery in the car as I approached it.

I jumped as my radio crackled, “Responders, Station 122 is arriving shortly for medical back up.”

“Athena!” I called out in her general direction, “Clear over here!”

“Here, too! Dispatch, suspect has not been located yet.”

“I’m heading to the nex—” I called out, stopping when I saw an unresponsive woman in her car just a few down from the one I had checked.

The car next to hers had caught fire, which had spread near hers. Her car was leaking fluid, making me curse and not want to find out what it was until it was too late.

“I need an extinguisher here!” I shouted.

I saw a couple of the 118’s heads pop up and look in my direction. Captain Nash's distinctive helmet nodded to his other teammates before running toward the fire truck. 

“Don’t move the victim!” I heard one of them yell.

“She can’t wait! This whole this is about to go up!”

I tried for the door handle but it was dented and crushed. The front of the car was too close to the flames for comfort, so I hastily pulled out a knife and cut the seat belt off her. Leaning into the window to drag her out, my duty belt caught on the broken glass and twisted metal so I couldn’t fully clutch her. With a growl, I let go and unbuckled my belt, letting it drop to the floor and kicking it away from the flames. The fire had spread to the front of her car, licking and burning at my skin as I reached in again for her. I didn’t register any pain from the adrenaline, not stopping until she was fully out of the car and in my arms as I watched the car fully engulf.

“Officer, put her here,” Captain Nash instructed me, running up with a group of EMTs and heading straight to the fire to put it out. 

I placed the woman on the stretcher, making sure they took her to safety as I fetched my belt and strapped it back around my waist. It wasn’t until I cinched it closed that I felt a searing pain in my side just underneath my vest. My breath hitched and a groan of pain escaped my lips, causing Bobby to do a double take as he worked on the flames. I gulped—swaying on my feet as the pain fully registered and threatened to send me into shock—but clenched my teeth as I finished the buckle.

With a nod to Captain Nash, I waited for a responding nod before jogging off to find Athena.

“Sergeant! Nothing…” I slowed my run as I approached her, turning into a slow jog with a limp as it caused more chafing to occur against my wound.

“Nothing at this one either,” she sighed, shaking her head as she took another look in the car. “Either way, this car can’t have been it. It’s too close to the beginning of the pileup. The suspect would have been closer to the outside.”

“You’re right,” I grimaced.

“What’s wrong with you?” She furrowed her brows and stepped over menacingly.

“Nothing. I’m fine, I—,” I paused as her words hit me. “The first one I checked was on the outside…the door was open but it was empty inside I—.”

Shit.

Bobby was over there alone now.

“Captain!” I turned an ran, seeing him speaking with someone near where I left him.

The scene was loud, understandably so, but I slowed as I neared anyway to avoid spooking the potentially dangerous suspect.

“Look, sir, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. That cut on the side of your head looks pretty bad,” Bobby held his palms out to the man who was clad in all black and clutching a gym bag to his chest. “At least let me make sure you don’t have a concussion,” Bobby stepped closer again.

From where the man’s back was facing me, I saw a glint of metal appearing from his back pocket and felt adrenaline surge through my veins. I took the remaining steps forward and lunged, wrapping my whole hand around his wrist and shoving it up so it was pinned against his lower to mid back.

“Drop it!” I growled. When he didn’t immediately comply, I repeated myself, “Drop it, or I will make you.”

At the lack of movement I bent his wrist inward with my free hand and used the pain of the wrist lock to force him to open his hand. When the knife clattered to the floor, I kicked it away and began slapping cuffs on the man. The bag was cut from his body, since I had trapped it on his body with his arms in cuffs, and Athena took the liberty of guiding him to a free unit to take him in while reading him his rights.

“Come on, I think I could have taken him?” Bobby chuckled as Athena dragged the suspect away. “But thank you.”

I shot him a glare that was soon diluted by a smirk. The smirk soon faded away as my wound throbbed, so I leaned my weight on the car next to me. Whatever the hell I did hurt. A lot. 

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm, just taking a second,” I groaned as I straightened back up. “I should help…”

“Whoa, there,” Bobby stopped me with a hand gripping my tricep, steadying me as I wobbled. “You’re not fine. And anyway, the 122 is here and helping. It’s under control.”

I slumped, watching the firefighters work, but knew he was right. Athena was going to kill me. Then, Bobby was going to resurrect me. And then, my Captain was going to kill me all over again.

“Let me check it out?” He asked, though it definitely felt like more of a gentle demand than a question.

I nodded and let him guide me to the 118 Paramedic truck.

He sat me on the edge of the truck and jumped into the back to clean his hands and find supplies. When he came back out, his hands were covered in black medical gloves and his arms were full of random items.

“You’re gonna have to uh…” he gestured to my torso with his head as he laid the supplies down in the entry way of the back doors of the truck. 

I stood, stepping out of his way as he opened the second door wider for me to place my belt and uniform. The duty belt came off first, making me wince. I watched the firefighter’s eyebrows raise as he saw the slashed front and tattered side of my uniform shirt. The belt fell to the metal flooring with a heavy thud. I paused, willing the pain to subside before moving on to my shirt but to no avail.

“Shirt, too,” Bobby stood with his hands clasped down in front of him. “Or I can cut it off.”

“No need, Captain, just give me a sec,” I grunted and started undoing the buttons.

The hard part came when I had to shrug the shirt off. The movements made me tense up and clench my teeth.

“May I?” Bobby offered with medical shears in hand. “Not like you can wear that shirt again, anyway.”

“Fair enough…”

Bobby made quick work of the uniform shirt, cutting away as much as he could so I wouldn’t have to twist at all. He dropped his hands to where the shirt met my trousers, tugging the material forcefully out of my shirt stays—causing me to wince as the elastic snapped down my legs. He undid the Velcro of my body armor and lifted it over my head. He paused, taking in the slashed material below my patch. Luckily, only the outer covering had been frayed a bit, but no damage to the internal armor.

“Good thing you had this on, could have sliced yourself when you grabbed him,” Bobby indicated to the slice. His thumb ran over the small pink, yellow, and cyan patch, “Nice,” he smirked before setting that aside with my duty belt.

“Yea,” I jumped as he lifted my undershirt, some of my skin catching on the cotton. “You know what that is?”

“‘Course I do,” he stated matter-of-factly and sat on the edge of the truck so he was eye level with my affected side, below where the body armor had covered. “Pansexual flag, right?”

Surprised, I was too shocked to react when he began cleaning the wound, only reacting with a hiss when the delayed sting of antiseptic sunk in.

“Don’t look so shocked,” he laughed, dabbing at the wound to make sure there was nothing foreign in it. “I’m Bi.”

Still speechless, I simply held my shirt up for him as he worked with my mouth slightly open in shock.

“Again, don’t look so surprised,” he chuckled.

“It’s just…sorry. Sorry,” I laughed. “Athena thought you were straight.”

“Talking about me, huh?” He chuckled, making my face heat up before he continued, “Don’t worry, we’ve all discussed you plenty. And, anyway, I mean I’ve never expressly said it. Nor, have I publicly dated a man,” he shrugged. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it, of course.”

By now, Bobby had stopped working on the wound and was just staring up at me with an amused expression on his handsome face. 

“You should close your mouth before you catch something with it, Officer.”

Without thinking, I blurted out my name and immediately apologized, “Sorry, uh, you can…yea you can just call me…yea.”

“Bobby,” he offered me. “Well,” he sighed my name, causing shivers to go up my spine. “Laceration isn’t too deep, you won’t need stitches, thankfully, but it’s also not going to feel nice because the area gets a lot of movement and creasing. The burn around it is pretty enflamed. You won’t need anything major done but this’ll take some time to heal. I have some burn cream if you want it?”

“Please, thank you,” I cleared my throat, hoping to get rid of the raspy, huskiness that had developed. 

Soon, cold, white paste was being gently applied to the burned area and then he was covering it with gauze and tape. I let my under shirt fall back down into place, catching a split second where Bobby’s eyes flicked to the rest of my abdomen before it was covered. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled, pausing briefly to look at his boots. “Would yo—.”

“Cap is going to murder me,” Athena groaned from behind me, startling me out of whatever trance Bobby had pulled me into. “What the hell happened?”

“I—I’m okay…”

“Just a cut and a burn, ‘Thena, he’ll live,” Bobby chuckled, standing and snapping off the gloves now smeared with cream.

“Next time warn your partner before you go gallivanting into a burning car?” 

“Sorry,” I smiled. 

“Mhmm,” she responded, entirely unconvinced. “I gotta get him out of here, Bobby. Is he good to go?” Athena asked, tearing Bobby’s attention from me to her.

“Oh, uh, yea he’s perf—good, he’s good,” Bobby stumbled, a flush creeping up his neck. “It was nice to finally meet you.”

“You as well, Captain Nash,” I smiled, biting the inside of my cheek. I hastily grabbed my duty belt and shredded shirt before following Athena to her patrol car, waving to Bobby with a wince as my skin stretched.

We sat in the silence of the car for a few beats before Athena burst into laughter.

“You damn flirt, I knew it,” she laughed at me.

“Athena, he’s hot,” I whined. “Did you really expect me not to?”

“How about, we don’t tell Captain the extent of your injuries and I won’t tell anyone how shamelessly you flirted with Bobby.”

“To be fair—” I interjected, “—he totally flirted back.”

—

After a stern talking to—in the form of shouting—from our Captain, Athena and I cleaned up, changed, and were confined to the station for the rest of our shift. Athena assured me that we weren’t in actual trouble before we left the station to go home, making me at ease since the last thing I wanted was for her to get in trouble for my stupidity.

Currently, I was too hungry to dwell on it.

I was salivating over a pot of sautéing garlic, crushed red pepper, and oregano for a quick and easy red sauce and stirring loosely so they didn’t burn.  Letting out a wild yawn and grunt, wiping my hands on the towel slung over my bare shoulder and turning to open the refrigerator, feeling my side twinge as I did. I yanked out a protein drink and downed it in two gulps, hoping to stave off my hunger while I cooked, before turning toward my designated medicine cabinet in the kitchen and popping a couple pain relievers. I got back to work and was just picking up a tube of tomato paste, ready to squeeze it in when there was a hesitant knock, followed by two firmer ones. 

I certainly wasn’t expecting any guests, but grumbled and shut off the flame under my pot just in case and moved it to a cool burner. It would be a tragedy if my garlic burned, after all. I didn’t even think twice about my state of undress, clad in only a pair of sweats and socks—with my kitchen towel over my shoulder—before I was yanking my door open to find the last person I expected to be on the other side of it.

Bobby. Dressed in jeans and a worn button down with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he immediately yanked them out and stood straighter like he had at the scene earlier.

“Hey, uh, hope this isn’t too strange—uh,” he scratched the back of his head. “I—uh—wasn’t sure if you had any burn cream and I forgot to sneak you some earlier.”

I didn’t know what to say, my mouth opening and shutting a couple times, “No—I—I was actually going to Instacart some so you saved me a few dollars.”

“Ours is better anyway,” he chuckled before his smile dropped again. “I—er—got your address from Athena, sorry if that was not…good.”

“It’s fine. I’ll give her a stern talking to about giving my address to strange men,” I smiled at his good natured laugh and opened my door wider. “Do you want to come in? I was just making dinner if you’re hungry.”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude. You look…busy,” he cleared his throat, clearly avoiding looking at my bare chest.

I looked down at myself and chuckled, “Not busy enough to put a shirt on, clearly. But I could be…” I relished watching his neck flush up to his cheeks, “Come on in, I hear you’re the resident cook at the firehouse. I need a chef’s opinion on this sauce.”

Bobby perked up at the offer, “Well, if it’s a professional opinion you need…” He stepped through the doorway, shoulder brushing my chest as he tugged the towel off my shoulder and promptly slapped it over his own in transit. 

“Give me one sec, let me grab a shirt,” I said, jogging over to where I had a black t-shirt thrown over my couch. I did a three-sixty to make sure the rest of the living room wasn’t a complete mess.

“You don’t have to, it’s your apartment,” he mumbled. “Plus, I’m sure that hurts to put on,” Bobby finally looked over at me, his gaze unmistakably on my exposed skin.

“Ah, well,” I shrugged, tugging the shirt on the arm of the injured side, maneuvering my other arm in, and flinging the rest over my head. I smirked to myself when the material clung tightly to my body, probably one size too small for me. “It hurt more taking it off, honestly, and I don’t wanna be too underdressed,” I grinned.

I jogged quickly back over to the kitchen, sliding in my socks near the end and found Bobby gazing at me with an amused upturn of his lips with his arms folded tightly over his chest. Fuck. 

“Had to turn the flame off to answer the door, so let me get this warm again,” I hummed. “Alexa! Play my ‘Oldies but Goodies’ playlist on low.” I ignored her response and immediately began humming and swaying to myself as Billy Joel started playing while I brought the ingredients back up to a good temperature.

“Really? Is that because I’m here?” Bobby shoved my shoulder.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I was raised on this!” I pushed back before grabbing the tube of tomato paste off the counter. I was opening the tube when I stopped and just about broke my neck looking at him quickly.

The sudden movement broke him put of whatever trance he was in while watching me cook, eyes widening in surprise, “What?”

“I’m so rude. Can I get you something to drink? I have water, juice, and—er—protein shakes. I think that’s it.”

“Water's fine, I can get it. Fridge?” at my hum of affirmation he opened the refrigerator behind me and looked back at me in the small space, his voice suddenly very close to my back and neck, “Want one?”

I cleared my suddenly dry throat, “Please.”

Licking my lips, I set back to work and squeezed the paste in the pot before stirring it in. 

“Here you go,” he set the bottle on the counter before twisting his own open and taking a sip.

I fumbled with closing the tube of paste nearly dropping the cap, “Shit—ah!” I squeaked and snatched the cap as it fell. “Sorry. Thank you,” I finally responded, licking paste off my wrist and grimacing at the acidity.

Bobby smiled for the umpteenth time—and god I hope he never stopped—shaking his head as he took another drink, “Athena was right.”

“About what?” I asked, stirring so the ingredients wouldn’t burn.

“You,” he cocked his head at me. “You are a dork.”

“Rude.”

“Maybe,” he teased. “So, what brought you to that station?”

“Mm,” I hummed while opening the can of tomato sauce, “The tsunami actually. It did a number on my old station, I don’t even think it’s up and running yet, I think they’re still running out of another building. But, anyway, during some of the search and rescue, I broke my arm and I’d been in a cast for a while. They transferred me to this station to do more administrative work in the mean time, that’s how I met Athena.”

“Oh wow, I’m sorry.”

“It’s all part of the job,” I shrugged, pouring in the sauce and throwing the flame higher while I stirred. “It’s funny actually. Today, Athena convinced our Captain to let me out on patrol with her since my doctor cleared me for normal exercise with my arm and then that call happened,” I laughed.

“Luckily, you had a strapping firefighter to rescue you,” Bobby teased.

“Luckily, I had a strapping firefighter to rescue, I think you mean,” I teased back, flicking the burner to simmer. 

“Of course, how could I forget my knight in body armor.”

“Damn right,” I winked. “Now, come over here, Chef Nash, and let me know how I did.” I waved my hand in presentation to the simmering pot, “Shit, wait!” I stopped him with a hand between his shoulder and chest—wow, that was firm—to hastily pour some salt in my hand, pinch some, throw it in with a flourish, and toss the rest in the sink. I gave it another stir and stepped back.

Bobby stepped up, grabbed the spoon and dipped his pinky in it. Then, proceeded to push the spoon toward me to do the same while shoving his pinky in his mouth to suck the sauce off. I barely managed to dip my own finger in the spoon as I imagined his tongue lapping the sauce away. By the way his eyes swirled with playfulness, I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. I could finally breathe again when he released his pinky, taking the opportunity to lick my finger and suck the end with a quick ‘pop’ and a moan thrown in for good measure. 

“It’s really good,” he praised.

“Thank y—”

“—But! We can do better.”

My mouth snapped shut with a pout as Bobby turned and opened my refrigerator with renewed purpose. He hummed to himself quietly before making a noise of success and coming back out with a sprig of leftover basil I had bought for a pesto I made a few days ago.

“You’re a genius!” I groaned, snagging the sprig from him and plucking the leaves off. 

I went to throw them haphazardly into the sauce when Bobby’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist before I could let them go, “Woah, there.” He guided my hand toward himself, bringing me deliciously close to him. Close enough to breathe in whatever he had sprayed himself with before coming here, and definitely close enough to see the way his eyes dropped to my parted lips. “We can be a little more sophisticated than that,” he breathed, his voice suddenly huskier than it was a few seconds ago.

“Show me.”

“With pleasure,” he licked his bottom lip and plucked the leaves from my fingers. 

I watched as he stepped over to the cutting board where I had chopped the garlic, taking the time to stack the basil leaves on each other before rolling them into a cylinder. He fetched the knife that lay nearby and sliced the leaves with quick, light strokes, leaving green ribbons in his wake. Bobby lifted the cutting board and slid the ribbons into the sauce to simmer, giving me a smug smirk as he turned to face me after. I took the liberty of stirring the sauce while we waited for it to come together.

“It should be good now,” he nodded toward the pot, so I lifted the spoon and dipped my finger right after he did.

He sucked the sauce off his finger with a proud hum and a nod of approval, me not getting as distracted as I did the first time. I stuck my finger my mouth, my eyes immediately falling shut as I tasted the small difference the basil made. Letting my eyes flutter back open as I removed my finger, the air was sucked out of the room as I saw how dark Bobby’s eyes had gotten.

“I concede. You were right.”

Bobby didn’t respond, instead staring at my mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

Snapped out of his stare, Bobby blinked rapidly, “N—nothing, sorry. You have a little sauce…” He mimed the general area with his hand on his own face.

“Oh,” I furrowed my brows and wiped my face with my palm but didn’t feel any. “Did I get it?”

“No, it’s…” he mimed again, stepping closer.

“Whe—” my words were cut off as I felt warm lips on mine.

I sagged into his arms, a sigh escaping my throat as he pressed himself against me. In an attempt to not stretch my side so much, I kept my hands low and framing the sides of Bobby’s torso. It was nice—really nice—and I had to stop myself from deepening the kiss as I felt his hands clutch my upper arms. I let him pull away but kept him close since he didn’t step back.

“Bobby…”

“I’m sorry, that was inappro—”

“No…” I shook my head. I leaned forward again, just enough to feel his nose touch mine, “Can I…?” I felt him nod against me and dipped my head back in to touch my lips to his, letting my hand on my non-injured side come up to the back of his neck. This kiss was just as short as the last and just as nice, not wanting to overwhelm him so quickly.

“That was…” Bobby trailed off as we separated again.

“…Life changing?” I winked.

Bobby scoffed out a laugh, “I was going to say good, but you ruined it so…”

“Shut up,” I scowled playfully, tugging him back by the belt and kissing him sweetly once more. I furrowed my brows as I pulled back, tilting my head to the side in thought, “There wasn’t anything on my face, was there?” I squinted at him.

“Definitely not,” he let out a soft chuckle.

“Mm,” I hummed, “you’re forgiven.”

We pulled apart, somewhat reluctantly, and served two plates after making sure the stove was shut off. While the kisses were brief, I couldn’t stop licking my lips and remembering what Bobby's felt like on mine. Lingering glances and sly smirks permeated our conversation over dinner. I learned more about him than what Athena divulged to me and I’m sure the same went for him. Soon enough our plates were empty and we were idly chatting over the nearly clean plates. 

“Do you want more?” Bobby spoke up during a lull in the conversation.

“Yea, but I can—,” I stood to go get more, wincing as the skin pulled.

“Nonsense,” Bobby stood and grabbed my plate, balancing both on one forearm. With his free hand, I felt his fingers brush the nape of my neck before disappearing entirely. 

With full bellies, we sat on the couch and picked up the conversation again until it died off into a comfortable silence.

“You shower already?” Bobby muttered as he fished something out of his jean pocket.

“Mm,” I hummed and nodded. “Why? You trying to give me a sponge bath, Nurse Nash?”

“You wish,” he snorted. “Here.”

“Oh, bless,” I sighed, grabbing the burn cream from Bobby. “I’ll switch my gauze out before bed and put it on.”

“I'll do it for you. Bring it out here,” Bobby nodded in the general direction of my bathroom.

“You just want my shirt off again,” I teased.

“I will neither confirm nor deny,” Bobby murmured back with pink cheeks. “But I’m sure it’s easier than twisting.”

“You have a point…” I pursed my lips and headed off to grab my first aid kit from the bathroom. 

When I returned with the box, Bobby was fiddling with the cap of the tube absentmindedly. I set the box on the arm of the couch and reached my arm on my good side back to grab the back of my shirt collar. I yanked the material over my head and let it slide off the arm of my burned side and on to the floor. At some point as I took it off, Bobby stared at the skin revealed to him.

“Earth to Captain Nash,” I snickered at the dazed expression on the older man’s face, letting my hand slip to the back of his head to run over the soft hairs while guiding his head up to look at me.

“Sorry…” Bobby gulped, eyes tracing my form as he felt blindly for the first aid box. 

When he found it, he placed the box in his lap to distract himself, finding gloves, gauze, and tape with little effort. He snapped the gloves on with practiced ease and leaned forward as I stepped in between his legs and turned my side toward him. I winced as he pulled at one end of the tape, grabbing his shoulder with the hand on my bad side for some kind of support as he continued. When the cut and burn were open to the air, Bobby took a second to look it over to make sure it hadn’t gotten worse since the last time he saw it. Satisfied, Bobby twisted open the tube and applied more burn cream, making me shiver from the cold touch. 

I let my fingers curve around the nape of his neck, barely noticing Bobby pressing back against my hand in the slightest of ways. He quickly covered the wound with new gauze and tape and sat back a little to take the gloves off, which he deposited on the closed first aid kit with the other trash. He set the box and trash aside while I deliberated picking up my shirt or not.  

Deciding to leave it on the floor, I looked down at where Bobby sat waiting in quiet contemplation, “So, Captain…” I trailed off, stepping back into his space, which he gladly leaned in for. “…in your professional experience, does ‘kissing it better’ usually work?”

A smile lit up his face, followed by an incredulous snort, “No, never.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “Though, it might not hurt to try.” Bobby hooked a finger in the waistband of my sweats to pull me closer, glancing up at me once before pressing his lips to the undamaged skin next to the medical tape, “Better?”

“Mmm, no,” I sighed feigning dejection. “Maybe you’re administering it incorrectly.”

“Oh?”

“Mm,” I hummed, leaning forward until I had one knee pressed against the outside of his thigh on the couch cushion.

When he didn’t stop me, I closed the distance further and threw my other knee down so I was straddling his hips but not fulling sitting in his lap just yet. Garnering no complaints, if the way his hands squeezed my thighs were anything to go by, I draped my arms over his shoulders and gave him a playful smirk with my tongue running over my lower lip.

“Here?” He raised his eyebrows, and pressed a kiss to where his mouth height was at my sternum.

“Eh…” I teased, letting my fingers play with the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck.

Bobby hummed dramatically, letting his arm wind around my good side until his hand was splayed over my back. With a sharp tug from Bobby that I hadn’t been expecting, my ass was forced into his lap. A rather embarrassing whine slipped past my lips at the contact.

“Oh, here…?” Bobby murmured, tilting his head to press his lips where my neck met my shoulders.

“A—almost…” I sighed. 

Bobby tilted his head up higher to find a new spot, making me lick my lips in anticipation of feeling his once more. He surged up—finally—but my previous anticipation was wasted as my lips met his chin and a soft pressure pressed against my nose.

“Jerk,” I mumbled against his skin.

Bobby gasped softly, “You mean that didn’t work either?”

“You know it didn’t, Bo—” the words died in my throat as Bobby finally pressed his mouth where I wanted it. 

His lips meshed easily with mine, pressing just as softly as before but with more urgency just below the surface. I moaned suddenly as his lips parted and sucked my bottom lip between his, tongue laving over the skin and—oh—was he good at that. Taking his cue, I returned the urgency, parting my own lips and tentatively meeting his tongue; retreating with a quick flick to the roof of his mouth. Thick, strong fingers dug into my hips while I searched for any purchase on his head but his hair was far too short for me to do much. I settled for running a thumb across his jaw instead—oh that strong jaw—

Bobby suddenly parted, breathing just the slightest bit elevated with his normally thin lips now spit slick and veering on the side of swollen. His hands refused to move, keeping me close as he caught his breath.

“Better?” He panted, licking over his lips.

I was confused for a moment, so worked up that I had forgotten what he was referring to until his knowing smirk made me remember, “Oh! Oh, yes. Much better, Captain. You were definitely administering it wrong initially.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Good to know, I’ll take notes for my next patient.”

My eyes narrowed at his teasing, a small pout forming on my lips, “Next patient?”

“Well, unless you’re going to go getting hurt again…”

“A hot firefighter told me earlier this was going to take some time to heal…” I trailed off, pursing my lips to hold back a laugh while still running my hands over his hair soothingly. “Plus, I’ve been told I can be a danger to myself on the job—and—well, and off the job. I’m a bit of a klutz, okay?”

A brilliant smile spread over his face, eyes sparkling with humor, “Got it, so…you’d like me to continue being your care provider?”

“If you’re amenable, of course.”

“Would you be available for a consultation this Thursday at seven? No charge, of course, my treat.” 

“I can definitely do that and—” I brought my lips down for another kiss, “—I think we can agree to split the bill, I’m a big boy.”

“You…” Bobby trailed off, eyes looking down appreciatively and landing on my tented sweatpants, “…you sure are, Officer.”

I felt my face redden at the innuendo and the fact that I was very clearly tenting the sweatpants, “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. Because, believe me, if I wasn’t trapped in jeans right now…” Bobby trailed off with a chuckle. “And with that…I think it’s time for me to go before I lose whatever self control I might have right now.”

“Good idea. I suppose there’s a reason you’re a Captain and I’m most definitely not,” I laughed, pushing myself up and sliding off his lap until I was on my own two feet again. I just about giggled under my breath as Bobby stood, readjusting his jeans to a more comfortable position.

He followed me to the front door, stopping short when he saw the mess in my kitchen, “I should probably help you with that.”

“As nice as that would be…” I cut him off from the entryway, “…the longer you stay, the more both of us will be worked up and I kind of want to wait a couple more dates.”

“Good,” Bobby smiled, moving into my space, “me too.” He caged me in against the wall somewhat, not that I minded, “You should swing by the firehouse some time for food. If you—uh—if you give me your number I can let you know when I make something or need a sous-chef.”

“I’d like that,” I chewed on my lip while fishing my phone from my pocket and making a new contact. I preemptively typed his name out with “Bobby” being the beginning, followed by both a flame and a heart emoji.

Soft laughter bubbled up from Bobby’s throat as I handed the phone to him and he noticed the name.

“Let me know when you get home safe?” I murmured when he handed it back with the contact already saved. I shot him a quick text so he would have my number.

“Of course.”

Bobby pressed me firmly against the wall, stealing another kiss that I was all too willing to give. With a press of his hips against mine, my brain was short circuiting and I had to convince myself all over again that picking him up and carrying him to my bed was not what either of us wanted.

“Think about me later?” I winked as we pulled apart.

“I—uh—most likely will, “ Bobby murmured, his flush meeting his ears instantly. “I’ll see you Thursday, then? I’ll text you with the details,” he finally stepped back and grasped the door handle, twisting it as he spoke.

“You’ll see me Thursday,” I confirmed, following him half way out of the door as he opened it and stepped through.

Like a lovesick teenager, I pressed my back against the door after it closed, hoping to hear back from him like he promised. With a final glance at the mess in my kitchen, I sighed and decided to distract myself with cleaning until then.

#bobby nash x reader #male!reader #911 fanfic #911 imagine #911 x reader #Bobby Nash imagine #Meet cute

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🎉 TMD’S TWO YEARS ANNIVERSARY: FAVORITE MANDOVERSE EPISODE PER MEMBER 🎉 ▶ THE MANDALORIAN (2019— ) | Chapter 15: “The Believer” — Elio (@djarin)

aka din djarin & the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

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Lord idk who I'd even pick

You attend a family Christmas party and things get very awkward between Tom and Keanu because one of them is your ex-husband and the other your new boyfriend. Your ex did not know you were dating someone and is there to try to get you back while your boyfriend intends on proposing that very night.

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That first pic was me when I dropped my Dr. Strange stuffie the other night and now I'm like, "Was he protecting me from Nightmare?? Thank you, Stephen?? 😭😭♥️"

I swear I get sad if I wake up and one is on the floor

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Officially breaking. I'm gonna write a Bobby Nash (911) x reader one shot tonight while I mentally recover from the smut from Through Glass 😂🫠

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Y’all, I’m so weak I had to continue it.

#tony stark x stephen strange #dr stephen strange #doctor strange fanart #ironstrange fanart #ironstrange au #ironstrange #tony stark #procreate #my art #digitalart #doctor strange #stephen strange

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Spotify Wrapped has dropped y’all. Reblog this with how many minutes you listened this year

#57k #honestly disappointed in myself for being 20k less than last year #i had a good streak going adding 10k each year

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Me as a kid: *upset that the beast turned back into a human at the end of Beauty and the Beast but doesn’t understand why that upsets me*

Me now: ooooohhhhh! Yeah… it all makes sense now.

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I had a cute little scene pop into my head the other day and had to draw it out. Mostly based off my obsession with Levi as a scarf, but with the added cuteness of Tony running late for a first date. Clearly, Levi ships it hard. Also part of my HC for this is Stephen not being able to text because of his hands, so he uses voice messages and Tony is living for it—not that he’d ever admit that this early.

Side note: I’m very proud of the line-work because I’m a highly impatient person and never dedicate enough time to good lines.

#tony stark x stephen strange #ironstrange fanart #ironstrange au #tony stark #ironstrange #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange #my art #procreate #digitalart #cloak of levitation

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Through Glass (Ch. 6)

Chapter 6: Play Your Hand, Magician

Rating: Explicit

Summary: With Strange off to figure out what to do about the breaches he found, Stephen is making the most of the time he has with you.

A/N: *slowly shuffles in from the side* Hey, so uh…I didn’t mean to go AWOL there! Spoiler alert: This chapter is like 90% smut and 10% plot, so if being with monster!Stephen is not your cup of tea, just skip to the end. Not going to lie, smut takes me forever and that’s why I haven’t updated in so long.

Strange = Dr. Strange in reader’s universe

Stephen = Strange-Supreme

Warnings: Feelings of being watched, Multiversal Stalking, Possessive!Stephen, Eventual body horror, Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader, No Y/N, First Person POV, What If AU where Reader dies instead of Christine, Strange-Supreme just needs a hug honestly, Stephen in Reader’s universe is a big dummy, Stephen is touch starved, consentacles, smut, reader/monster romance

Catch up with Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Spectres of suspicion Hone in on your love Hungry inquisition Always wanting more

    Absentmindedly slamming the door behind us with a foot, Steph pushed us further into the apartment without ever separating his mouth from mine. My hands brushed along the soft hair at the nape of his neck, reaching up to hang my hands on the back of his head and allowing my fingers to rake through the graying streaks. My cheeks burned slightly at his day old stubble that he'd neglected to shave but knew, come morning, his cheeks would be smooth again. Steph had toyed with the thought of facial hair, but I suspected he would never grow it out. Not in this universe, at least.

Clothes were haphazardly shed starting from the top, revealing soft, pale skin and taut muscle underneath a white button down and blazer. He was a sight. I kissed every inch of skin I could touch, ending up on my knees with his slacks pooled around his ankles. Steph’s fingers gently pressed into the back of my head as I took him deep in my throat, relishing the guttural moan that erupted from his chest. I continued pleasing him until Steph grew impatient, guiding me off his cock as quickly as possible, and pushing me onto my back by my shoulders. He lifted my hips up and did his best in our haste to prepare me with trembling fingers. My breath hitched as I felt his blunt tip prod at my hole and—  

Strange drifted into consciousness with his mind hazy with pleasure, and it was only when he took a second to gather his surroundings did he find his hand down his boxers with his erection in a vice grip.

He could not keep going like this.

With a lazy thrust of his hips upward, his mind told him fuck it. Strange threw the heavy comforter off his body and pushed the waistband down until his cock bobbed free. He hissed as it was exposed to the chill of the sanctum but did his best to ignore it. Strange stroked himself urgently with a grimace and tightly shut eyes so he didn’t have to see how pathetic he was being. He didn’t want the satisfaction of sitting here enjoying it when he couldn’t have the real thing. He did his best to recall the dream, how you looked spread open and ready for him. How his name dropped so easily from your lips in helpless pleas. How tight and warm you felt as he had pressed his way in your mouth. Strange’s already uneven strokes became even sloppier as he quickly brought himself to his peak, finally letting go with a choked groan and clenched muscles. Strange panted, letting his softening cock drop in disgust as he felt his spend cooling on his hand.

He hated this. He hated ever getting this stupid idea. He hated that you weren’t cooperating. He hated that Wong was currently dealing with something—something about rings and dragons—Strange really should have paid attention to the rambling apprentice who divulged the information; and thus had been unavailable. Being the only person that Strange trusted with this problem, well, he guess he just had to send him an urgent message and wait.

Strange didn’t even bother cleaning his hand as he performed the spell, the cooled come now sticking to his skin and requiring a whole shower. Wong really needed to come back soon.

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    My breath hitched as I felt his blunt tip prod at my hole and promptly filled me to the brim. I was a mewling mess as Steph wasted no time in pulling out and pistoning back in. I clawed at the back of his neck as he left open mouthed kisses along my own neck, biting into the muscles of my shoulder as he went.  

“Right there, Steph, please,” I whined as he hit a spot deep inside me.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he sighed in response.

Stephen inhaled sharply as he was startled awake. When had he fallen asleep?

He vaguely remembered catching up with The Watcher earlier, trying to ease the worries of the disapproving being. After the conversation, he’d been overcome with emotions, but refused to let them out. Instead, he crawled through the mirror, managing to not wake you as he cuddled up to your back around three or four in the morning.

Stephen was pulled out of his thoughts by a full body convulsion on his part, causing him to groan far too loudly into the back of your neck. Panicking, he shuffled away as he saw you shift in your sleep. Just like the last time, he could smell your pheromones changing; knowing full well you were getting as turned on as he was from that dream. Stephen looked down, finding the offending tentacle wrapped around his aching member, only making him throw his head back again in pleasure as it tightened around him. It wasn’t until he felt one worming between his ass cheeks did he stiffen up and gather control of them quickly. Not that he was closed to that idea entirely, he was just not about to do this with you sleeping blissfully unaware next to him.

With Shumie—the cutesy name you’d given one of the most fearsome creatures he had in his body—firmly under control, he let himself drift back to you, pressing his face into your neck as you let whimpers escape your lips. His hands splayed over your stomach where your shirt had ridden up in the night, content to attempt to drift off again and join you in this steamy dream of your alternate lives.

Stephen’s eyes fluttered shut before immediately snapping open in surprise as he heard you moan loudly. From there, the noises didn’t stop. Your sighs and whimpers growing in frequency only made him harder if it was possible and he was torn between watching it play out and backing away, not wanting to cross an unspoken line with you. Stephen, however, couldn’t help himself, pressing his lips to your jaw as you began to approach what sounded like your climax—and oh was he familiar with what that sounded like. Your face contorted in pleasure, nearly ready to come undone when your eyes snapped open instead.

Your heavy breathing slowly steadying as you looked around in confusion. He was almost disappointed. Not for himself but for you since you didn’t get to come.

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    “Fuck, yes, Steph,” I dug my nails into his shoulders, wanting to be able to see the red marks later.

“Come with me, let me—oh—feel you,” Stephen responded, choking on his own moans.  

“Yes, yes—,” you were cut off by Stephen’s mouth, feeling him empty inside you as he swallowed your moans.

I blinked my eyes open, the throbbing beneath my sleepwear so unbearable and overwhelming that it felt like I’d been ready to combust then and there. I felt an icy presence behind me, only alluding to one person who could function at that freezing level. His temperature was quite handy if anything.

“Stephen?” I asked hesitantly, not knowing if I’d made any noise in my sleep.

“Y—yes, love?” He cleared his throat awkwardly, cuing me in that I most definitely had.

“Did I—Was I—?”

“Yea…” was all Stephen could manage, his voice still threatening to betray him with his overwhelming arousal.

“I’m so sorry, oh my gosh,” I sat up hurriedly to create some space between us.

“Hey, stop. It’s okay, I—I—me, too,” Stephen confessed, looking away briefly as if in shame.

I dared to let my eyes drop from his face, seeing evidence of his confession in the form of a tent in his sweats, and meeting his eyes once more with a rising blush. His excitement had yet to wear off, it seemed.

“Didn’t believe me?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” I mumbled, slapping at his chest.

Stephen swiftly caught my hand midair, bringing it to his mouth to kiss my palm. He grinned at my poor attempt, pressing another kiss there before releasing my hand.

“I just wish I could remember…” I sighed, feeling the sadness creeping into my bones. “Can’t you block him or—.”

“I wish I could, darling,” Stephen assured me. “He would know, it would leave a pretty big signature to block him out like that.”

We laid there, contemplating in silence with lingering touches. Stephen’s fingertips danced on the exposed skin of my waist, while mine stroked his semi-pointed beard. I watched his brows dip and twitch for a second as he stared through me in thought.

“What’s wrong?” I murmured.

“Hmm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, “Oh, nothing, I just had a working theory.”

“About?” I pressed.

“The dreams. You an—well—my you and I used to have the same dreams. We discovered it a little later after we’d been together a while, but we weren’t able to make much of the magic aspects. Not until after you passed, anyway. I think that you and this Strange have the same dreams, too, like every alternate version doesn’t have the same dream every night. Obviously, since the version we’d be dreaming about wouldn’t have a dream about themselves, if that makes sense? But, I think that me spending time here, with you…I think I’m sharing yours and his dreams.”

“What makes you think that?” I furrowed my own brows, shifting my body so my head was resting on my propped hand.

“The—erm—way in which you were reacting to your dream was very in line with how I was reacting to mine. If Shumie hadn’t woken me up, I—uh—would have missed it. Of course, there’s no way to confirm it, but it’s just my theory,” Stephen’s face grew red as he spoke, pressing his cheek into the pillow shamefully.

“Ah—I see,” I chewed on my bottom lip to hide my nervous smile, digging his face out of the pillow with my fingers and shuffling closer to him. “Show me?”

“S—show you?” Stephen squeaked. “I—well—I mean I can play the dream in mirror but I have to do it from the other side or else Strange might…”

Stephen moved to roll out of the bed but I stopped him with a gentle hand on his forearm, “No, stay here. Just—just tell me…”

Stephen’s face flushed red at the thought of retelling the steamy exchange he witnessed and could recall with stellar accuracy, “A—are you sure?”

“Please,” I urged, tugging on his forearm until he settled laying next to me once more.

Stephen’s eyes drifted back and forth between my own, seeing my unwavering excitement to hear the dream and whatever it entailed. With enough time for me to stop him, he slowly ran his fingers down from my shoulder and coming to a stop on my waist. I felt gentle pressure from his fingertips, urging me toward him but not forcefully so. I happily slid closer, resuming my earlier position with my hand resting on his jaw.

“We…um. We were getting home—an apartment I think—after some kind of fancy event. Both of us were dressed to the nines. You looked…absolutely stunning. This me had dark hair—very similar to the Strange here—I actually think there are very few of us with lighter hair like me. No facial hair though…” I briefly wondered what he would look like without the beard on his face but knew it wouldn’t have an effect on how handsome I thought he was.

“We must have gotten quite riled up at the event—I’m putting my money on it being your fault. It’s usually your fault for looking so edible,” Stephen smirked, running his tongue along pointed fangs, making me roll my eyes at the compliment. “Before we even stepped foot in the apartment, I had already…” Stephen veered off, letting his thumb come up and flick my bottom lip, “…already started kissing you. We undressed each other in haste, no care for the fancy clothes we had on. You’re absolutely sinful in every universe…”

Stephen’s voice had gotten huskier and lower with every sentence, his half lidded eyes flashed with other worldly colors from all the emotions running through his body. With a speed I didn’t anticipate, his hand was gripping my ass through my shorts and tugging me flush with him, one of his knees pressing between my legs. The pressure was perfect, easing the throbbing I’d woken up with but causing me to moan needily at the contact. Our lips met in the middle, crushing together with twin sighs. Stephen’s delightfully cool tongue, lapped upward and grazed the roof of my mouth teasingly, before seeking out my tongue. I shivered at the contact, trying my best to melt into Stephen’s embrace.

“Keep going,” I panted, worming a hand between us to slide under his soft, red shirt and feel his deliciously icy skin under my fingers. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Stephen murmured against my lips, resisting the urge to grind his erection against me.

“Please…” I whined, rolling my hips against him and swallowing the resulting moan from him.

“Y—you kissed me everywhere,” he groaned, rolling onto his back so I’d end up on top of him.

I latched my mouth onto his sharp jaw, kissing and nipping my way back to his ear and feeling him press into the contact. I hooked my fingers into the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up and catching his gaze for permission. Stephen sat up slightly, dragging the shirt over his head from his back and flinging the garment out of sight. I paused, taking in his—what should be worryingly pale—skin, rapidly heaving chest, and the soft ‘o’ of his mouth as I circled my hips over his. I smirked at his response—his beautiful eyes fluttering shut with a purr leaving his throat—and pushed him down to the bed by his shoulder.

When my visual curiosity was sated, I leant back down to recreate exactly what he was telling me. Curses escaped his chest as I moved my way down his neck, lapping over his clavicles and down to his tightly muscled chest—briefly pausing to press my lips to the scars that littered his otherwise perfect skin. I let my hand drift down his chest to flick over his pebbled nipple to gauge his reaction. Encouraged by the soft hiss he let out, I rolled the bud between my thumb and forefinger and grinned with he let out a strangled “yes”. Scooting my body down lower, I glanced up at his face to see his reaction as I positioned my mouth over the pink skin. My tongue flicked out, making him whimper and clutch my head which was enough of a hint for me to take his entire nipple between my lips. I tugged the sensitive flesh with my lips and teeth while my other hand played with the other. Simply watching Stephen writhe in pleasure was a treat enough on its own. After torturing Stephen for a little, I nipped down his abdomen and simultaneously resisted the urge to bury my face in his stomach and go back to sleep.

“What else did I do?” I questioned, nosing my way down to the waistband of his sweats and licking the skin there with the point of my tongue. I had an idea of what he might say, hoping some of my favorite activities stayed the same throughout universes.

“You—um—you pushed my slacks and boxers down a—and…” Stephen trailed off, hesitantly rolling his tongue in his mouth as he got over the embarrassment, “…knelt in front of me.”

I moved lower down his body, roughly around the height I’d be if I was kneeling on the floor in front of him rather than kneeling over his horizontal body. I hooked my fingers into his sweats, feeling the absence of a secondary waistband that should belong to underwear.

Interesting.

Smirking up at him, I tugged the material down, feeling my jaw slack as his erection bobbed free. From the reddened, swollen head to the thick middle and down to where the base met his balls, my eyes devoured every inch of him. I flicked my tongue out to wet my suddenly dry lips, locking eyes with Stephen briefly to see the pleading, desperate look on his face. Maintaining the eye contact, I lowered my head with my tongue poised but not quite touching him yet. Stephen stiffened with tension, shuddering as I brought my hands to his hips before finally licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock. The shaky sigh that permeated his lips spurred me on, leading me to tongue his frenulum—which made him gasp quietly—and finally closing my lips around the head with long, vibrating, pleased moan emanating from his chest. Without any further warning, I took Stephen as deep as I could and created a decent amount of suction as I tucked my lips behind my teeth.

Stephen was not prepared one bit.

His abdomen tensed, his back lifting off of the bed in surprise with his hand grasping for purchase on my head. A deep—deeper than any ordinary, mortal man could make—guttural moan followed by a satisfied, hissing, “Oh, shit…”

I smiled around his cock, glancing up to a sight I wasn’t exactly expecting, but from the way his fingers dug just a little on the side of sharp into my scalp, it made perfect sense. From where I could see as I continued pleasure him without missing a beat, the lower three quarters of his arm gradually covered in undulating black goop and lead to what I assumed were black claws. Flicking my eyes up to his face, I saw his face tightly scrunched but with his face covered in dark blue plating like scales—leading to bright green skin that dissipated down his chin and neck. His hair peeked through the plating and beard still covered his chin, seeming more red than brown with the highly contrasting colors. His other arm flaunted the beginning stages of white fur growing in tufts along his pale skin. A rogue tentacle kept me pressed to Stephen by protruding from his side and wrapping around my back to my chest and trailing up to my throat. Despite what should be a terrifying collection, it was all creatures I’d seen before so there was little deterrent to my mission.

As Stephen finally relaxed into the sudden sensation, his eyes blearily blinked open—revealing glowing green eyes with snake-like pupils. The color alone was enough to make me gasp around his cock, which undoubtedly came out like a garbled cross between a groan and a choke. Whatever it sounded like, it was enough to grab Stephen’s attention and seeing his eyes widen in mild horror upon glancing at his arms made me jump to keep his hands in place.

I cupped my hand around his on the back of my head, but released his cock from my mouth—much to my disappointment—but his peace of mind was more important, “Stephen…Stephen…It’s okay…I’m okay.”

I focused all my attention to this panicked man, a man who was all too caught up in not being human enough in that moment. His labored breathing and widened eyes were the only indication of panic I could see, but I knew that if his face was slightly less serpent-like, his face would be pure terror. I shuffled up his body, slowly so as to not startle him more and pressed kisses to the dark, bony wrist near my lips. I was distantly grateful that the tentacle initially holding me in place had become pliable enough to allow me to move in the first place.

I settled over Stephen’s torso, keeping my weight off of him to give him an escape if he needed it, but trying to convey the trust I had in him. I slowly placed my hand on his bare chest, making sure no movements were sudden for his sake. His glowing eyes fluttered shut as he breathed through his scaled lips, his breath escaping like hiccuped hisses. As his breathing settled, my hand gently slid up his chest to the side of his neck where the skin turned green. It felt no different to his normal skin until I thumbed his cheekbone near the edge of the dark blue plating. Stephen pressed his cheek into my hand, which I took as a good sign, and ran a finger up from his nose to his forehead in the direction of the plating.

“I trust you,” I murmured.

His eyes flew open at my voice, giving me his full attention as I cupped both of his cheeks and leaned forward to press my forehead against his. His split tongue flicked out to taste the air between us, just barely brushing my lip as it did.

“And, I love all of you, Stephen,” I urged.

Stephen closed the last bit of distance, capturing my bottom lip between his one fleshy lip and one scaled lip in an interesting texture imbalance. His tongue flicked and fluttered against mine, tickling me and making me squirm with a smile playing on the corners of my mouth. I felt his tentacle begin to tighten and keep me in place, not that I planned on moving unless he asked me to.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked as our lips slowed and separated.

“No,” he rumbled in his chest, bringing his clawed hands up to tug at my shirt without ripping it to shreds.

Feeling the urgency in his movements, I tugged the shirt over my head and was immediately greeted by his eyes flicking over every inch he could see. I nearly yelped as I felt a tentacle wrap securely around me and lift me just enough to hook two more tentacles into my shorts. I gave Stephen a desperate nod and all at once the two extra appendages slipped my shorts off and flung them behind me.

Stephen’s eyes fluttered shut, his head cocking to the side as his tongue flicked out rapidly with a satisfied smirk on his bicolored lips. A groan escaped his throat and he was suddenly sitting upright, nosing along the center of my chest, up to my throat and the side of my neck. His forked tongue flicked out along the way, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You smell…” he sighed with a pleased hum, “…delectable.”

With his plated face pressed into my neck, I suddenly jolted as I felt thin, long fangs catch on my skin.

“Sorry,” he hissed, managing to hide them away and kissing the scratched skin.

“Stephen…” I whimpered, pressing my hips down into his abdomen.

“I know what you need, love,” he kissed just below my ear. “My hands are a little…” he snorted, holding two very different looking claws up, “…unusable—at the moment. Do you mind if I use something…different?”

Before I could ask what he meant, I felt a tentacle sliding over my thighs and pressing between my legs just enough to get the hint.

“If you don’t, I’ll be a little upset,” I grinned against his cheek.

“Good to know,” he responded with a sly grin and laid back down, tugging me down with him.

I was—all at once—too distracted to form proper words as his mouth claimed mine and distantly felt tentacles start spreading me open.

“There’s…drawer…,” I tried to speak between kisses, not even realizing Stephen’s tongue had gone back to normal until it slid above mine and drew a moan out of me. My arm, that had been reaching for the aforementioned drawer, stuttered in midair.

“I’ve got it under control, my love,” he hummed and guided my attention back to him with a series of kisses and laps along my jaw.

The tentacles had been in contact with me long enough that they weren’t jarringly cold as they held me open and drew nearer to my entrance. As if realizing I was being teased far too long already, I felt a warm, slick push as the thinnest part worked itself inside me.

“H—ow…” I barely got out as the tip slid in easily.

“Useful aren’t they?” Stephen grinned, deceptively looking like a snarl.

I sighed as the appendage began slowly thrusting, jolting and gasping against Stephen’s lips as it rubbed over a particularly sensitive spot.

“D—Do you feel that—this?”

“In a way, yes,” Stephen breathed with a glassy-eyed look on his face. “You’re so tight…”

Not particularly liking that answer, I sat up and rutted against where his cock was trapped between us, scooting back so I could wrap my hand around his neglected flesh and subsequently impaling myself deeper on to the appendage already inside me. Before I could make complete contact with his cock, a pristine, white-furred claw snatched my wrist.

“I’m on the ed—edge just watching you,” Stephen’s voice caught as my eyes rolled back with particularly good thrust. “Just let me watch.”

“I don’t want to come unless you’re inside me,” I practically whined.

“I am inside you,” Stephen chuckled.

“Your cock, smart ass.”

“Just let me watch a little longer,” he repeated, squeezing my thighs ever so gently with his dangerous claws.

I dug my fingers into Stephen’s chest, keeping me upright as the tentacle’s thrusting picked up. I felt the one that had been cradling my torso all this time wind tighter up my torso and neck. Twisting over my shoulder and around the back of my neck, the tip dragged from my jaw to my cheek and prodded against my lips. I focused my eyes back on Stephen’s face as best as I could—considering I was fighting closing them all together—and took in the assessing look on his face cataloguing every moan and movement I made. I flicked my tongue out, tracing just the tip of the muscular limb before allowing it to pass through my lips.

“Oh, just like that,” Stephen shuddered.

I treated the tentacle much like I had his cock earlier, giving him the performance of a lifetime to store away. I could feel the moment his control snapped, yanking the tentacle from my mouth and sitting up in one swift motion. His mouth sealed over mine, his lips feeling strangely normal but my train of thought was cut off by a bright purple flash through my closed eyelids.

“What was that?” I gasped, grinding against his lap.

“Precautionary,” Stephen groaned, but flaunted his violet rune covered body for a moment. “I didn’t want him to feel this,” he murmured as he pulled a small packet out from thin air and snapped it away, knowing full well that if I glanced down the condom would be in place. I chuckled at him being responsible considering the state of his universe. “Also,” he continued, “I don’t know what kind of magic I might release or what these assholes will do when I come inside you,” he let out a growl with his last words.

“What does it do?”

“It’ll—mmh—sort of turn his attention elsewhere if he tries to do a sweep here, however if he’s tracking something I specifically left behind, it won’t matter, he’ll know I’m here. We should be okay, though,” Stephen shrugged. “Now…” he grinned, his pale features back on display and his hands more or less back to normal, “…stop thinking about him, and think about me instead.”

“You’re literally the same person,” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, don’t insult me like that,” Stephen teased, turning and laying me on my back.

He attached his mouth to my neck as soon as my back hit the mattress, winding tentacles around my hips to raise them in lieu of a pillow that he had no interest in searching for in that moment. And what was one more way to show off, right?

“Good?” He murmured against my neck.

“Please, Stephen,” I whined, nipping his jaw for making me wait.

Not needing much more encouragement, Stephen was soon prodding at my entrance—still overly slick courtesy of his useful extra appendages. Watching him overcome with pleasure as he pushed inside me, I understood how he was on edge just watching me. His normally pale skin had an unusual blush across his neck and chest, something I hadn’t seen before. His mouth dropped open just the slightest as he finally buried himself completely, a beautiful sight mixed with his—now human—hands clenching my hips as if I’d disappear. Once Stephen recovered his bearings, his hips moved leisurely; clearly wanting so savor each and every moment.

“F—fuck,” I cursed, the angle at which his tentacles held my hips allowing him to plow repeatedly exactly where I needed him to.

“I love you so much,” he panted, dropping to his elbows next to my head and covering my lips with his. His resolve crumbled with every stroke, our lips barely touching but breathing from each other still. “I—missed you so much,” he mumbled almost incoherently, but I knew it wasn’t exactly meant for me—not this me—and I was okay with that.

I could feel myself approaching my release causing me to dig my fingers into his shoulders, no doubt creating indents in his skin—indents I’m sure he’d wish to keep forever if he could. The knot in my stomach was pulled taught, I just needed—needed—

A slick tentacle pushed between our bodies, slithering lower down our stomachs and lower—low—

“S—ste—,” anything I wanted to say got stuck in my throat as the tentacle worked its magic.

I was coming hard, squeezing Stephen with every part of my body and leaving panting gasps against jaw as I tried to ground myself with his body. Never far behind me these days, Stephen suddenly gasped after a few more thrusts. His forehead pressed desperately into the mattress below me as his gasp turned into groans, but his hips still moving and drawing out both of our pleasure into the territory of overstimulation.

The first thing I noticed upon coming back to Earth was that his skin was rougher and his body heavier and a bit wider than before. Stephen still smelled the same, that hardly ever changed but as I blinked my eyes open and saw a much bigger muscle mass on top of me, discolored skin, and a bottom half that didn’t feel quite humanoid; I knew what had happened.

With a sated sigh and a reluctant grunt, Stephen heaved himself up; eyes immediately flicking to his enlarged hands and tightly corded forearms. I caught his attention with a relaxed, gentle hand on his cheek—carefully avoiding any stray eyes—and gave him an extremely pleased smile. He melted into the touch, kissing me languidly so as not to pinch any skin with his bottom tusks. By the time the kiss was over, his body was back to its normal size.

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  Despite Stephen’s insistence that he could change the sheets with a snap of his fingers, we found ourselves curled up on the couch and freshly showered. I sat back against Stephen’s chest, nestled securely between his legs as we distractedly watched whatever baking show happened to be on. Shumie—feeling especially needy after earlier—had a thin tendril wrapped around my wrist and ending in my palm, where I soothed over muscle with the pads of my fingers.

  “Do you—,” Stephen started and stopped, only continuing when I threw a questioning glance over my shoulder. “Do you think you’d ever regret letting me in?” Stephen’s voice was soft and timid, face hidden near the back of my neck.

  I hated that he still felt like he had to ask that question but leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder so I could peer up at him anyway, “Stephen…no matter what happens…” I let my voice drift off so I could lean up and press a kiss to his bearded jaw, “…no matter what happens, I will never regret this. I’ll never regret us.”

  Too overwhelmed to respond with his own promises, Stephen craned his neck and sealed my promise with a kiss.

 Here I am Singing your song, believing Though the world’s asunder This is our time And our love is crystalline

~

Still feeling on edge about the exchange he had with you, Strange began a spell to magically sweep your area for any abnormalities, studying each dark, cavernous hole in the wall on your street. The closer he got to your house, though, the more inclined he felt to investigate something out of place across the street and sighing when it turned out to be nothing. As he turned his attention back to your house, he felt a familiar presence and had to freeze to ensure it wasn’t part of this spell.

Oh.

As soon as Strange recognized the presence as Wong entering the Sanctum, Strange was teleporting without so much as a greeting as he stomped hurriedly over to Wong.

“Wong, we have a problem!”

With an exasperated sigh, Wong dropped his bag in the foyer and turned to face Strange with a tired expression.

“Sorry—er—how was the whole…dragon thing?” Strange backpedaled.

“Enlightening. Though, not as much as I fear this conversation will be.”

“I need you to look at this,” Strange gulped, pulling the crystalline orb out of its dimensional storage. After making it bigger for Wong to see, Strange waited with visible tension as the symbols floated around.

“A problem, indeed,” Wong hummed, extracting symbols that Strange recognized as each of the creatures he had sensed, letting them all float in a cluster independent of the rest of the spell Strange had frozen. “And at the center of it all…you.”

“Well, obviously, I’m the one who put up the sigils in their house…” Strange rolled his eyes.

“No…this is…” Wong squinted at the symbols, isolating the one he had identified as Strange and floating it near the symbols for the creatures. His frown deepened as he saw the symbols gravitate and follow Strange’s.

“Come on, I really need your thoughts on this…” Strange sighed impatiently.

Wong began pulling symbols close and stepped back in surprise as some started snapping into place as if they belonged together. “It’s you,” Wong gasped, stepping further back in mild horror as the last of the pieces snapped together like magnets.

“Wong, it’s not—”

“It is!” Wong held up the pyramidal shape, allowing it to float in the palm of his hand, “It’s darker and more volatile but undeniably you. Strange, these pieces fit together perfectly.”

“But how? I’ve never encountered a good portion of these creatures! Unless…” Strange’s face fell as he realized what it would mean.

Wong’s eyes snapped to Strange’s, “If what you told me about visiting universes is true…we absolutely do have a problem.”

“And if he’s anything like that version of me who read the Darkhold…,” Strange trailed off, taking the pyramid shape from Wong.

“I need to go. Now,” Wong’s expression left no room for arguments and soon the man was creating a portal to Kamar-Taj likely to prepare for an attack, his bag left abandoned in the foyer.

Strange stood with his mind still reeling from the revelation and boggled as to how the hell he was going to go about this.

You will stand a vision Of your world of wonder And play your hand, magician Like there’s no tomorrow

All lyrics from Crystalline by Poets of the Fall

Chapter 7

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