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Omg I just accidently found your blog and I'm so freaking happy, cause there are not enough writer who writes for Deacon 😭 unfortunately I'm super obsessed with him, with an unhealthy amount of fic ideas in my brain xD so I give it a try and send you one of those, hopefully jot annoying you with this (or with my shitty English, it's not my first language, so I'm sorry).

Well buckle up for my request:

Reader is a new Swat member and instantly everybody loves her, with her bubbly friendly self. She's bonding great with her teammates and especially her and Deacon grow super close (they develop feelings for each other but don't want to tell the each other afraid to ruin their friendship, so their feelings stay hidden). When one day a case goes sideways and it leaves her injured (maybe a concussion or something like that) Deacon blames himself for her injury and the next days he distances himself from her, cause he thinks that it is unhealthy for him to have such deep feelings for her and him constantly worrying for her wellbeing. She notices his change of behavior and she's super sad. He starts to being unfriendly to her and being a little bit of an ass?! Even alerting the other members with his behavior. The whole situation is taking a toll on her and she is starting to effecting not only her poor heart but also her health. (so maybe she falls sick, but keep it from her teammates especially Deacon, cause she thinks that after her injury during a case he thinks of her as not capable or something like that). That is until one day she doesn't show up to work which very uncommon for her, cause she's always on time and the first one at the station. They're all worrried and Hondo tells Deacon that he has to drive to her apartment. Well he tries to refuse and send Stress but Hondo insists, so Deacon drives to her apartment. He finds her suffering from a very high fever..... So maybe with a happy ending like Deacon regrets his shitty behavior, she instantly cries when she recognizes him in her feverish state, asking him why he hates her suddenly, which is now breaking his heart. He cares for her and nurses her back to health, or at first tries to bring her fever down. Later he confesses why he was an asshole.

Soooorry it's so long. There's so pressure for you to write this. Maybe you just want to use some ideas? Well I would be so happy.

Please take care lovely

Here you go, hope you enjoy!

“Nice!” Luca exclaimed as the team watched you send rounds down range from your firearm.

With the increase in officer related shootings, LAPD had decided to provide each team a SWAT medic and you were the newest member of 20 squad.

“Who knew girls can shoot?” You heard Deacon asked. You turned to playfully scowl at him and noticed him wink at you.

“Better watch it, Kay, or I’ll show you just how good I really am.”

You had been a part of the team for just over two months and they were the best guys you had ever worked with in your career. You truly became a part of their family – you had their backs and they had yours. There was one that was different though.

David Kay.

You had noticed him watching you on more than one occasion, stealing winks from you, sharing small, flirtatious smiles. You weren’t sure if your attraction to him was mutual or not, but if you had to guess, you would say yes. However, you didn’t want to complicate anything by dating one of your teammates and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had developed with Deacon. You assumed Deacon adopted the same mindset because he never brought it up either.

However, that didn’t mean your flirting with each other fell on blind eyes.

The entire team noticed it and often gave you both shit over it.

You both were in the middle of denying another teasing round of friends with benefits accusations from your teammates when you were dispatched to a school shooting.

The mood immediately sobered up as all of you put on your gear and grabbed your bags and firearms. The ride to the school in Black Betty was quiet minus updates from Hondo.

“Stay liquid, guys,” He told the team as you pulled up on scene.

There were multiple reports of injured children inside of the school.

This call was all yours.

It was going to be your job to go inside and assess each injured child to see how critically injured they were. It was your team’s job to protect you while you did that. You were going in without any knowledge of where the shooter was, but you knew if you had children, you would want someone to go in and save your baby. You swallowed your fear and prepared to do your job.

You got out of the armored truck and took your spot in the middle of your team. You slowed your breathing down to get your heart rate under control and keep your emotions in check.

Deacon made sure that he stayed close to you as you entered the school. He knew his teammates would have your back too, but he felt… differently about you. He cared about you a lot. He had quickly fallen for your smile and your personality. You didn’t let the team’s banter intimidate you one bit from the start. You were quick and witty with your playfulness with them. You were smart as hell when it came to medicine and you had proven to be a solid member of the SWAT team in training exercises and on calls you had run together. He wanted so badly to ask you out to dinner, but he wasn’t willing to change the dynamic of the team by adding a relationship to the mix. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be protective over you – whether you noticed it or not.

That was why Deacon had taken it so personally when you were knelt down, applying a tourniquet to a fourth-grade student’s leg and got shot by the hidden gunman. His team covered him while he immediately turned to you to make sure you were okay. The round had struck your vest, but you knew it had broken ribs. The pain you felt in your side was unmistakable. Regardless, you threw your body over the child’s to protect her from the gunfire that ensued. Deacon and Luca dragged you both behind a desk behind a wall in a classroom.

“Are you okay?” Deacon asked without taking his aim from the door way.

“We’ve got to get her out of here.” You ignored his question as you continued to try and stop the little girl’s bleeding.

Your voice was forced and you were breathy.

“I asked if you were okay,” Deacon said angrily.

“I’m fine.” You retorted.

You soon heard Tan’s voice over the radio that the shooter had been neutralized. You didn’t know if there was more than one shooter, but didn’t see any signs of one so far. When you got the clear from Hondo, you radioed for another team to come in and get the girl out and get her to a hospital. Once she was safely removed, you resumed your formation in the middle of the team to continue to clear the school building. Deacon could tell you were injured because you didn’t shoulder your firearm correctly, but he didn’t see any blood so he let it go. He was pissed off at you for not stopping and going to get help yourself, but he was even more pissed off at himself for not seeing the gunman before he shot at you.

It took two hours to clear the rest of the school and stabilize the remaining children. By the time you were done, you were visibly diaphoretic and short of breath. You could hardly manage three words without stopping to catch your breath.

“20-David to command,” Deacon radioed, “We need an EMS unit to our location, we have a team member who needs to be checked out.”

You were in pain, you couldn’t breathe, and you were pissed off that Deacon asked for EMS without consulting you first.

“Why did you do that?!” You managed to asked through clenched teeth. “These children need those paramedics.” You took a few shallow breaths, “Not me! Cancel. Them.”

If looks could kill, your sergeant would be the one who needed a medic unit, not you.

“Officer,” Deacon said sternly, “You look like hell and you cannot breathe.”

You started to open your mouth to cut him off, but he started speaking loudly again.

“Now, I suggest you shut up and listen to your sergeant. I am not the one who takes orders from you.”

His harsh words hit you harder than the bullet hit your ballistic vest and left you just as speechless. David had never been so disrespectful to you. If the paramedics hadn’t arrived to assess you, you would have turned in your badge right there. You knew the rest of the team had noticed as well because they were all silent which pissed you off even more. Where was your support?

The paramedics tried helping you onto the stretcher, but you refused it. Despite not being able to speak for being short of breath. You held onto the stretcher for support and walked to the ambulance. By the time you finally made it outside to the ambulance, you were physically unable to get into the ambulance because you were hurting so bad and so short of breath. The EMS providers finally convinced you to get onto the stretcher and they were able to load you into the truck.

When you arrived to the ER, you were taken to a trauma room due to the fact that you had technically been shot. Your chest x-ray revealed a collapsed lung due to the broken ribs.

The rest of the team finished debriefing before being cleared to leave for the day. Hondo met Deacon in the quiet locker rooms since most of everyone else had already left.

“Deac…” Hondo paused, knowing he needed to tread carefully, “What was up back at the school? I have never heard you speak to anyone like that – especially one of our teammates.”

Deacon slammed his locker shut.

“Hondo, now ain’t the time, brother.”

The lieutenant raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, I won’t press, but I do ask that you consider an apology. It was unwarranted today. We all performed immaculately given the circumstances.”

“No, Hondo. No. We did not all perform immaculately.” His tone was biting.

Deacon walked passed Hondo and left the locker rooms. He left the station and threw his duffel bag in the backseat of his truck. He climbed in, started it, and drove to a nearby lake that off the road and would likely be deserted after dark on a week night. He parked in the dark and slammed his fists against the steering wheel in frustration.

Tears filled his eyes as he mentally kicked himself in the ass for missing the shooter that injured you today. He didn’t fight the tears as they spilled down his cheeks. What had gotten into him? Why were you different? Why was he so upset? Why did you getting injured bother him so badly? You were okay and you were expected to make a full recovery according to Hicks. Where along the line had he developed feelings and why was he so afraid of talking to you about them?

You spent 6 days in the hospital, 4 of those with a chest tube before being discharged home. During your entire hospital stay, Deacon had not been by to see you once despite daily visits from the rest of your teammates. It made you mad, but most of all, it hurt your feelings. You really liked you sergeant – or you thought that you did. His actions since you had been injured spoke louder than any words that could have been said.

Luca and Chris were there to take you home and help you get settled. They carried your bags in and Chris helped you unpack your things while Luca cooked supper for the three of you. Chris helped you remove your bra so you could put on a loose, comfy t-shirt. Being the only females on the squad left you two comfortable around each other.

“That is one hell of a bruise, babe.” She said as she looked at your black and purple side.

You had to agree – the entire left side of your torso was bruised. It looked awful. Thankfully, the doctors had been able to help manage your pain with narcotics.

“I’m glad it finally looks worse than it feels… Which is saying a lot because it still hurts like hell.”

You slipped on a pair of sleep shorts and made your way back into your kitchen with Chris.

You took a pain pill and joined your teammates in your living room to eat the spaghetti that Luca made.

“Thank you so much for taking care of me guys,” You said several hours later as you walked Luca and Chris to your door.

“That’s what we’re here for, love,” Luca said, pulling you into a gentle hug.

You kissed his cheek, “Supper was delicious, Dom. Thank you times a million.”

He returned the kiss to your cheek and Chris pulled you in for a hug.

“Call us if you need anything?”

You smiled at her after the hug, “You know I will.”

You settled onto your couch with a glass of wine. You knew the alcohol and narcotic wasn’t the smartest elixir, however, you needed to mask more than your physical pain.

You couldn’t get Deacon off your mind and your heart had yet to stop hurting. Your emotional pain screamed much louder than your physical pain.

“Dammit!” You heard through clouded consciousness. “What the fuck?”

You felt yourself being picked up and carried to your bed. You recognized a familiar cologne but quickly disregarded the scent and winced at the pain in your ribs before drifting back off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning nearly in tears again as you entered a coughing spell. You managed to get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen where your pain pills were, but you were scared shitless by a man sitting at your kitchen table. As soon as your heart began racing with fear, the fear subsided, realizing that it was Deacon sitting inside of your home.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck, David?” You held your chest with one hand and braced your broken ribs with the other.

He didn’t answer you.

You ignored his silence and took your morning pain medication.

“Ya know… I said the same thing last night when I came over and found you unconscious on your couch. So, I can also say, what the fuck? What were you thinking?” Deacon’s voice grew steadily louder as he stood up and turned to you. “Pain pills and alcohol?”

You were angry. “Something to make this shit stop hurting,” You spat as you snatched up the side of your shirt to reveal your black and blue torso.

You could tell the extent of your injuries caught Deacon off guard. His facial expression softened and he didn’t respond.

You let go of your shirt, letting it fall back down to your waist and continued fixing yourself a glass of water to take your pain pill with. You took your medicine and continued to ignore your sergeant as you turned your back to him to get the milk out of your refrigerator to fix yourself a bowl of cereal. His hand stopped yours mid-air reaching for your cabinet. He gently held your wrist with one hand and you felt the edge of your shirt being lifted again. He let go of your hand, staring at the bruising that covered you. You could sense his demeanor soften.

There was a long silence as he took in your injuries.

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered.

The tone in his voice felt like a hug to your soul.

“Deacon-” You turned around to face him.

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted you. “This…” He grazed his fingertip down your side, “is all my fault.”

The confusion was written all over your face.

“I should have seen that bastard before he ever had a chance at you.”

You began shaking your head but you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“You’ve been an asshole to me ever since it happened, David, what the hell has changed now?” You were beginning to grow angry again.

“Look, I am so, so sorry.” His voice was gentle. “I should have stopped that guy before he shot you. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like I did. I should have visited you in the hospital. You are a teammate and I failed you, but I really should have told you from the get-go that I have developed feelings for you.” He didn’t take a breath the entire time he spoke so you struggled to follow him, but his last sentence hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Excuse me?”

“Ever since you have been on the team with us, you have become more than just a teammate to me. Truthfully, I have liked you from the day that I met you and my attraction to you has only grown every single day. I like you so much more than just as a teammate. I would dare say that I am falling in love with you.” He slowly reached up to cradle your face with his hand, hesitant, wondering if you would allow him to touch you.

You did.

“I am so, so sorry that I have treated you so poorly this week – so wrong. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact that I hate myself for not being able to protect you like I should have. I’ve been so afraid to let you know how I feel about you. I’m sorry I was more afraid of affecting the team than I was giving you the honesty that you deserve. Please, please forgive me.”

He looked into your eyes as he nervously chewed on his bottom lip.

“Deacon…” You said quietly, leaning into his hand caressing your jaw.

He took a deep breath and continued, “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand, but I came over here last night to apologize and tell you all of this. When I found you passed out on the couch, barely responsive, it frustrated me. So, I stayed here last night to make sure you were okay. Please don’t be mad.”

Silence fell between you while you considered how to respond. Given the emotions that you had worked through over the past week, going from feelings for your partner, to physical and emotional hurt, to anger towards David for not visiting, texting or calling, resentment towards yourself for having feelings towards David despite how cruel he had been to you with his absence while you had been hospitalized, you struggled to find any words.

Deacon watched you suffer through a week’s worth of feelings as he watched your eyes. You took a deep breath.

He decided that you were taken too long to respond and if he didn’t act now, he never would.

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips on yours.

You instinctively closed your eyes and allowed David to kiss you. When you didn’t pull away, he parted his lips just enough to run his tongue tenderly along your bottom lip. You opened your lips, allowing him to kiss you deeper. You began to return the kiss when David went to place his hands on your waist, forgetting about your injuries. You stopped kissing him and winced.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, your voice shaky.

Deacon noticed the tears that trickled down your cheeks.

He wiped them away with his thumbs and began apologizing to you again.

You interrupted him with another kiss. You reached up and intertwined your fingers behind his head, softly rubbing his neck with your fingertips. He moaned quietly into the kiss. He grabbed your arm and squeezed it, needing to touch you, but being mindful of your injuries. You enjoyed the feeling of his tall, muscular body, towering over yours. You felt protected.

“Deacon?”

He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing a stand of hair behind your ear, “Mmhmm?”

“I love you.”

"I love you too."

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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Close Call

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog ! It means a lot to see interactions on my work

Chris and Y/N are going through a rough patch but then a recent close call buts things into perspectives

Chris Alonso X Reader

You and Chris had been dating for over a year. The two of you meant through mutual friends and hit it off right away.

Chris was so sweet and kind and always made you feel good. Though the only thing is you have yet to meet her team.

Her swat family was her family and it bothered you that you never meant them yet. It sometimes made you question why. I

mean it’s not like the relationship was new. It was the opposite you guys were getting more and more serious about each other.

You really thought she was the one. The one you knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

But there was always a part of you that wondered if she felt the same way.

You knew that Chris had been through a lot. With her mom and other things . So you always tried to be understanding on why she might be so hesitant about everything.

If she really was the one for you then you could work with her. Is what you told yourself

But honestly you were starting to pull away from the relationship. You tried so hard but you were tired of being the only who felt like they were putting the work in.

Chris had always made some excuse or something with work. It felt like you were living with a ghost.

This morning Chris had already left for work or didn’t even come home. Sometimes it was hard to tell.

You worked in the entertainment business .Working as a director and writer and even a producer.

Wearing multiple job roles means that you would be gone from home a lot. Which also means you didn’t see Chris some days. Which worked for the two of you.

Today you had a busy day ahead of you. You were finishing the script to a big show you were going to pitch.

You also were executing a big tv network show so you had to add the final editing on the show.

So you got up for the day. Making some breakfast and then getting your self together.

You checked your phone and saw nothing from Chris. So you texted her good morning and hoped she was staying safe.

The little bubbles went off like she was going to say something but didn’t. You tried not take it personally. But lately it was just getting hard not to

You had a big office that you worked out of. It was in a nice building in the heart of LA. It had a stunning view and was something that you were really proud of. You made your way in and got started for the day.

You had a lot to do that and didn’t waste anytime. When you got working you got stuck in your own little bubble and the world seemed to disappear for a while.

Hours has passed and you didn’t even realize it. You heard yelling and panic and that is what broke you out of your trance. You popped your head went outside to see what was going on.

Everyone was just kind of running around like a chicken with their head cut off. You saw one of your friends from the building Kayla. So you walked over over to her to see if she knew what was going on.

“Hey what happened what’s going on” You asked

She looked at you with a confused and panicked looked on her face.

“You didn’t hear it went to everyone’s phone ” She said

“Hear what I have no clue what is going on” You said

“Someone called in a bomb threat and the LAPD seems to think it’s real. They locked us all in there” Kayla said

“How could they do that we need to be able to leave get out” You said the anxiety was growing and the panic setting in.

“The call came in from the office and they threatened other buildings in the area so no one in and no one out. “Kayla said

“How can they just leave us in here like this” You asked

“There worried that if is real the then the person behind it could get away with it.” Kayla said.

“Wait let me see if Chris can tell us anything” You said

You pulled out your phone and called her. Of course there was no answer.

So you texted her

“Hey do you know anything going on” You sent her.

There was no reply or anything of course you figured.

Someone started yelling from downstairs so the two of you looked over the railing and saw Dan.

He worked as an editor in the building. He was always a weird guy and didn’t really talk to anyone.

He was running around around and was going off about something it was hard to make.

“Everyone is going to know my name and the true meaning” Is what he was yelling.

“Maybe we should” Kayla said

You knew she was right that you needed to get the hell out of there but there was a also a part of you that couldn’t leave.

You were like glued just watching what was going on down there.

Dan just kept going on and on that the world was watching and people were going to pay. You had no clue what he could possibly be talking about.

“Hey Let’s go right now” Kayla yelled pulling you.

The two of you made your way into your office. You shut the door behind you and sat on the couch in your office.

You weren’t really sure what to do in this scenario. If it was a bomb where do you even go to hide ?

Your anxiety was just going through the roof. You always either wrote about these scenarios or saw about the on tv. Never did you think you were going to actually live it.

Chris’s POV

We all had to head in early this morning. We were tracking down a radical group who was involved with multiple bomb threats around town.

Were all in on this case and it was taking a lot.

I left early this morning. Y/n was still sleeping when I left and I didn’t have the heart to wake them up.

Or maybe I was just avoiding them. We had been going through a lot lately.

I know it was more on me and them. They tried so hard but I always kept pulling back.

Things were getting serious between us and that scared me. I was afraid I would loose them or something would happen .

I was also afraid of driving a wedge between us. Why did I always have to complicate things.

Y/N texted me good morning and I was just starting at my phone deciding on what to say. See what I mean about complicating things

“Hey you good” Street asked me

“Yeah I’m good what’s up” I asked walking into the room where the team was.

“Were rolling out we a bomb threat called into to a building downtown LA address is 212 west hollywood drive” Hondo said.

My heart broke into a million pieces. I knew that is where Y/N was and my anxiety was at an all time high.

“Let’s roll and stay fluid” Hondo yelled.

We all pilled into black betty. I kept picking at my fingers and trying not to freak out.

“You good you seem really nervous” Jim asked.

“Yeah of course I’m all good” I said lying.

Days like today I wish i wasn’t so secretive about everything. Because I knew my team would be here for me if i only let them.

We reached the destination in no time and we all pilled out. Our target dan was inside going crazy we could hear it.

“All right me and Deac will go in front , Jim and Chris go to the side ways and Tan and Luca go up top.” Hondo said.

We all nodded and go into position. Dan was waving around a gun and there were people every where. They were all scared.

He had a backpack on and no one what was inside.

“Come on man doesn’t have to be like this” Hondo yelled trying to calm him down.

I scanned around the room hoping to see Y/N but no luck. I was partly relieved and also very nervous.

Hondo kept trying to talk him down but he kept getting more erratic. So Hodo had no choice to take him out.

Deac walked over and cleared the backpack and it was a decoy thank goddess. Me and Street them moved to clear out the upstairs.

We went in a couple of rooms and no Y/N

“Damn it” I yelled

“You good” Jim asked

“I’m sorry didn’t mean that” I said

Finally on our way to check the last room I saw Y/N and a girl crowded into each other. I ran over to them.

I opened up the door and walked over to Y/N

“Hey It’s Okay It's just me ” I said

Thank god I found the safe

Y/N’S POV

Your hands were shaking and you kept looking down at your phone and nothing. Kayla grabbed your hands and gave you a squeeze.

“Hey look at me it’s going to be okay” Kayla said

“I know I know” You said

You both jumped when you heard a loud band followed by some pops. You both kind of leaned into each other.

You heard some footsteps and your heart felt like it was going to explode. You never felt pure fear like this before. You didn’t even notice the tears were falling down your face.

The door opened up slowly. And not trying to be dramatic but your life flashed before your eyes. Thinking about anyone and everyone you ever loved.

You squeezed your eyes shut and then a small hand was placed on your back.

“Y/N Y/N hey it’s just me” You heard a familiar voice say.

You slowly opened your eyes and turned around and saw Chris standing there. You felt like a giant weight was taken off your shoulder. You got up and ran over to her.

You embraced her in a big hug and you could feel her wrap her arms around you squeezing you tight.

“Hey It’s okay It’s just me” Chris said

“Thank god what happened” You asked

“Dan Williams he was tied to a pretty radical group he’s gone now though we got him” Chris said

She placed her hands on your face and leaned in and kissed you softly.

“Whoa whoa who’s this” You heard a man’s voice ask

“This is um Y/N my partner we been dating a year now” Chris said

“Jim street finally nice to meet the person who has been making Chris so happy” Jim said.

“I know but you know how private Chris can be” You said

“Oh trust me I know but now we know we can finally complain about Chris together” Jim said

“Trust me I have so many stories you need to hear” You said

“Nice try you two let’s go” Chris said

You all walked out and Chris held your hand squeezing it the whole time . When you walked out there was a group of people with SWAT on their uniforms.

Who looked up at you with a confused look.

Chris looked over at you and smiled.

“Come on I have some people I want you to meet” Chris said

You smiled at her and nodded.

“Hey everyone this is Y/N my partner we been dating a year now” Chris said smiling

“It’s about damn time we meet them” A tall muscular man yelled.

“Nice to meet you all finally thank you for helping us in their and you know saving our lives” You said

“Of course it’s our jobs happy to be of service” A older man with gray in his hair said.

“Hey come over here for a minute” You whispered to Chris

“Excuse us for a second” Chris said

You two walked out the way and got to a private space.

“Hey what happened to you this morning” You asked

“Sorry we had an early call time” Chris said

“Is everything okay and I don’t mean with just this morning” You asked

“I know I’m sorry I just been going through some things at work” Chris said, then she grabbed your hands.

“I promise I’m going to do better. I really want this to work. I love you I mean it was a hell of a wake up call when I heard the bomber was at your work. I panicked so hard and I felt scared and worried” Chris said

“Look I know things have kind of unstable between us but i want to change that what ever it takes” Chris said

“I love you to when I was in that room I thought of you not being able to see you again and it killed me I just want us to go back like when we first meant” You said.

Chris leaned in and kissed you. And you kissed her back and it was slow and sweet.

When the kiss broke Chris looked at you and smiled

“Come on there are some people who you need to be properly introduced to” Chris said

She grabbed your hand and walked you over to the team.

“Hey so this is Hondo , Deacon, Tan and Luca and you already meant Street” Chris said

“Nice finally properly meeting you all” You said

“You to wish it was under different circumstances though” Luca said.

“Maybe we all can go out and grab a drink tonight I have so many stories to tell” You said

“Were in sounds amazing” Hondo said.

Suddenly over the walkie they got a call they had to clear out. Chris grabbed you and gave you a kiss and then ran off.

When you woke up this morning you were not expecting this turn of events. But you were glad it ended the way it did.

Things were going to change overnight but you were glad it was headed in that direction. She was the one you were meant to be with.

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thecallthatchangemydestiny · 8 months

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DOMINIC LUCA ONE-SHOT

-I don’t think this is a good idea- said Jessica Cortez to her friend

-it’s our only chance- said Maya - plus… I like dancing- Jessica sighted, indeed it was the only way to take down the Russian gang down. The plan was simple, Maya going to the strip club, making the boss ask for a private dance and making him talk.

-Okay, you’re going tomorrow-

-everything is going to be fine- said Maya with a big smile-well I’m going to set everything, see you tomorrow- Maya leave the place while Jessica called her SWAT team.

-Hondo, Luca you’re staying with her as the “bodyguards” if she says bring me the wine is the safe word to attack.-Luca an Hondo hesitated, Maya has never been in action before so they feel nervous about this whole operation. -Deac, Tan, Chris and Street are going to stay outside waiting for your signal to enter Hondo.-

-Okay, let’s get ready- said Hondo watching Luca, and everybody left the room.

•The next day•

-I’m ready- said Maya entering the room with a beautiful (and short) gold dress, her beautiful long hair was loose and her makeup was just sparkling… all of her looked like gold. All the eyes where on her but she didn’t even notice, all her focus was on the operation.

-Okay remember Maya- said Hondo in his bodyguard disguise -you’re Ramona, the star of the strip club and you hire Rooster and Gene as your bodyguards- Maya said yes with your head, she notice how Luca was silent looking at her, he seemed nervous but she couldn’t get why, he was always excited and ready for a mission.

-Yes Gene, don’t worry- Maya winked her eye at both of them- let’s get going, my show is about to start!-

-I’ll be fine- said maya behind the stage with her mic on so Luca and Hondo could hear-I got you guys taking care of me, nothing could go wrong.- with that said Luca smiled.

-And now the star of our show…- began to said the owner of the club

-Okay he’s in the first row- began to said Luca to the mic -white as a ghost, red suit and the ugliest face I’ve ever seen- Maya laughed, she feel relived now that Luca was more calm.

-RAMONA- and with that said, Maya enter the stage dancing, she could feel the lust eyes of Sergej, the Russian, all over her body.

-Hey Luca, when I said eyes on her all the time I don’t meant like THAT- Hondo laughed while looking at Luca, who couldn’t care less about what Hondo was saying, he was only looking at her. But the ones out the strip waiting for Hondo signal where laughing imagining the scene.

-Excuse me, are you Ramona’s bodyguard?- said a guy approaching Luca, who returned to his reality

-Yes, me and my friend Gene over there- said Luca in a serious tone pointing at Hondo who was across the room.

-Good, my boss would like a private time with her- Luca had mixed feelings, happy because everything was going as planned but angry and nervous of that man being too close to Maya.

-Absolutely, do you have the money to pay her private time?

-Of course with do- said that man with a funny tone, making fun of that question.

-Come with us- said Luca and he took the man and Sergej to the room where Maya was.

-You’re absolutely beautiful- said Sergej with a really strong Russian accent and an evil smile -and you’re dance was spectacular!- Maya give a fake smile, but yet, a nice one so Sergej didn’t even notice it wasn’t sincere.

-thank you sir.- Maya begin to say with a flirty tone of voice -you’re too kind.- the Russian bodyguard was near Luca and Hondo who were in front of the door watching the whole interaction, but Luca was more focus on her.

-I want you to be my partner, my girlfriend- said the Russian man to her, she was surprised, she wasn’t expecting that preposition - You’re beautiful and I’m going to give you everything you want, you can leave thin place forever.- Luca and Hondo looked at Maya, who was analyzing what to say

-do you know how many man have told me that they’re going to take me out of here?- said Maya getting closer to Sergej -How can I know you’re telling the truth?-

-Tell your bodyguards to leave- said the Russian pointing Hondo and Luca -and I’ll tell you- Luca was worried, and very angry ¿why he wanted them to leave? ¿What if he does something to her?

-Fine- said Maya looking at Luca -but tell also your man to leave- and with that said, Sergej said something in Russian and his man got out the room. -Rooster, Gene- continue Maya -please also leave- Hondo leave but Luca stay a little bit longer, looking at her, promising to himself to always take care of her. And just then, he left the room.-

A few minutes had passed but from outside the room nothing could be heard.

-stop going around so many times, you’re going to make me dizzy- said Hondo looking how Luca was nervously going around

-Sorry man, I’m just nervous- said Luca standing in front of him -I don’t like the silence-

-I know, but everything is going fine, so don’t worry- Luca smiled a little bit

-Rooster, Gene- shouted Maya -Can you bring the wine, please?- Luca and Hondo looked at each other, that was the sign.

-Bring the wine to the star- said Hondo to the mic, for Deac and the other squad to hear. -Let’s go- and with that said, Hondo run to room and shouted -LAPD EVERYBODY TO THE GROUND- the Russian man take out the gun and began to shoot Luca and Hondo, while Sergej punched Maya and took her pointing a gun to her head. Hondo took down the Russian, and Luca looked at Maya.

-Let her go- said Luca furious pointing with his gun at Sergej -NOW- Maya stomped her foot hard with her heel, making the other man shout with pain while Luca shoot him in the shoulder and taking Maya into his arms.

-Hey Rooster- said Maya getting closer to Luca, she was in the doctor the whole night because of the injuries Sergej left to Maya after the hit he gave her, Luca stayed at the hospital waiting for her.

-Hey! Maya- Luca hugged her, he was worried about her -how are you feeling?-

-better, we got him, that’s all that matters- and she have him a huge and beautiful smile.

-I was worried about you.-

-I know-

-how do you know that?- said Luca funny

-You’ve got your mic on this whole time- and then his smile disappeared, she could hear how he admitted to Chris and Street his mad crush on her, how Hondo make fun of him and how obvious he was… his whole face got red while Maya laughed with tenderness.

-Maya… I’m so sorry, I didn’t…- and than she interrupted him with a kiss.-

-I had a big mad crush on you too-

#swat 2017 #swat cbs #dominique luca #Dominic Luca #jim street #hondo harrelson #chris alonso #victor tan #one shot #kenny johnson #swat imagines #swat team

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juanbodyswapstfs · 10 months

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Im your Daddy now

Story suggestion by @mergeatrois

I’ve always been fairly close with my Dad. I really appreciated all the effort he put in to provide a safe home for me! My Dad and I have the same interests but are still way different from each other. We’re both huge Football fans and love the San Francisco 49ers. One of the reasons my Dad and I were totally different from each other was im gay, its not like I made it my whole personality and was pushy about it. My Dad was really accepting and understanding but I still felt like he treats me different.

The next day

I was at home waiting for my Dad to come home when I heard a knock on the door. I looked outside and it was my Dad with another Guy? I opened the door and welcomed them both in with a smile confused. “Hey Lucas! this a friend of mine I go to the Gym with his name is Mike!” Dad said. “Hey dude nice to meet you!” Mike then winked at me with a grin on his face. “Hello!” I said confused. “We’ll both be in my room then we’ll head to the Gym, theres food in the fridge.” My Dad said. “Make sure not to come in unless you wanna see something.” Mike whispered to me. I was so confused but couldn’t help but find Mike really hot. I decided to take a peek inside my Fathers room when I saw Mike and my Dad Making out and having Sex! I couldn’t believe it why would they do it with me in the house?

It was so weird totally hot. My dick starting getting hard and I couldn’t help myself but jerk off while watching Mike dominate my Dad. Oh how I wish I could be my Dad. I starting touching my dick grabbing it and jerking off, I imagined Mike fucking my asshole which made me reach my climax. Once I shot my hot steamy load I accidentally let out a moan which caused Mike to see me through the little open door and thats when he starting thrusting even more causing my Dad to moan like hell.

They finally stopped and I went to my room like nothing happened. My Dad came into my room and said he was going to the Gym with Mike, He then kissed me on my forehead. Before they left Mike said he forgot something and came up stairs into my room. “Hey Luke.. did you enjoy seeing your dad get fucked by a big alpha dominant man like me?” He said. “Why do you want me seeing that?” I said confused. “Here.” Mike said and gave me a bottle of cologne. “See you soon.” Mike said then left. I was confused as why he would give me a Cologne bottle.

Night Time

My dad finally came home from the Gym if he even went to the Gym. “Hey bud how did you like Mike?” My father said. “He was fine I guess.” I said. “Well, I have something important to tell you.” “What is it?” I said. “Mike and I are engaged, and we are getting married in two weeks.” My Father said. “Woah dad you did an amazing job at pretending to be straight!” I said. “Im sorry if you felt like I treated you different because you were gay son.” My Father said sincerely. “Its fine dad im glad you can tell me.” “Well goodnight bud” My Father kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. My Father has never showed me that much affection and I got a little turned on. Oh how I wish I could live as my Dad, being a daddy, old, and sexy. I tried and tried to go to sleep but just couldn’t. I grabbed the cologne Mike gifted me and looked at the back, Wish Cologne: Spray this cologne and wish away! I sprayed the Cologne with hope that I could become my Dad. I waited and waited for something to happen but nothing happened. I went to sleep hoping I would wake up as my Dad.

In the Morning,

As I woke up I felt somebody at my side.

“Hey gorgeous, ready to take my morning wood Lucas?” Lucas? How does he know its me? “Oh i’ve been wanting you this whole time, now obey me and licky my armpits boy.” Luke said. Lukes balls kept hitting my ass like a battling ram while his long thick dick kept inserting my hole filled with his hot steamy sperm. My Son interrupted our personal time, “What are you looking at Richard? Come over here and let your Dad fill your ass with cum.” Luke said. I inserted my Huge manly dick into my son while he moans. “Like that lil boy? Im your daddy now.”

Im really sorry for not posting in a while! I’ll be sure to make more stories and be active! Comment Story suggestions! ❤️

#bodyswap #himbotransformation #hunktransformation #m2f transformation #male body swap #male tf #male transformation #malebodypossesion #father to son #male body possession #dad and son body swap #menbodyswap #bodyswitch #maletf

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riveatstoes · 6 months

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the idea of finn wolfhard’s roles being somehow related has been beaten to death already but i do enjoy the concept of richie tozier and mike wheeler being twins separated when they were young, and then being forced to endure their own interdimensional horrors with their groups of Loser Buddies.

i also like the idea of how they’d react to each other’s aforementioned interdimensional horrors. personally i think if richie had to deal with anything remotely upside-down related he’d Flip The Fuck Out and just scream a lot. if he came face to face with a demogorgon he’d try to hit it with a baseball bat or a stick or something, and then max or lucas (or maybe even el) would have to go out of their way to save him from his own dipshit decisions.

alternatively i believe that pennywise would be a cakewalk for mike and the party. mike would simply hit it with the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls 🙄” and it’d be so confused it would have no choice but to back off. i also am a firm believer that if the losers club had max with them they would’ve fully defeated pennywise in the first movie. she would’ve figured out the “make it small” shit SO FAST.

at her core max mayfield is a Thirteen Year Old Girl and i applaud her for it. i love her.

anyway i’m working on my own twins!richie and mike fanfic so we’ll see how that goes. i don’t want to post it before i have something super solid because i have a tendency to abandon fics if they don’t interest me enough the entire time. we’ll see.

bonus—some stranger things/IT pairings that i want to see more of in crossover fics:

STANLEY AND WILL!!!!!!!!! trust me

bev and el

dustin and richie

if you’re gonna do the bev/max thing i also strongly suggest doing lucas/ben as well because what’s the point of writing the ginger girlbosses without their Stupid Goofy Men?

bill and mike w

idk i just feel like eddie k would just hate eddie munson. crossover where the losers club have to climb through that portal in the munsons’ trailer and eddie k refuses purely because of the state of eddie m’s mattress

i get the feeling that stanley would be the one constantly being stuck with steve and robin and forced into ridiculous tasks. imagine the stranger things 3 russian elevator scene but instead of dustin trying to set up robin and steve it’s just stan uris panic-reciting bird species

stan’s first thought would be “oh she has a bird name :) nice” and then the rest is “what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck”

honestly any pairing other than reddie/byler because even though i love those boys to death it’s just so OBVIOUS atp

and also i can appreciate that they’d relate to each other but mike hanlon and lucas is far from the best mike h pairing. for example imagine him being stuck with (throws dart at board of ST character names) murray

erica sinclair and eddie kaspbrak world domination

adding onto the richie/mike twin thing the idea of nancy having to adjust to +1 brother is both funny and interesting to me. i think she’d lose it one way or another

jonathan byers and bill denbrough guilty older brothers bond

also imagine hopper reacting to a Second Mike being in his general vicinity. i think that would force him off the edge, ESPECIALLY after getting to know richie

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themattress · 10 months

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“Remember, kids, if you’ve got a racist grandparent who espouses negative views toward an entire group of people, then you’d better listen to them because they’re right! Some entire groups of people are just collectively evil and can never be trusted!” - Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken

If there’s no discourse about this now, then I suspect there will be soon once more people see or hear about this movie because good lord. For those who don’t get it, the context is that in the film the main character Ruby discovers that she’s actually kraken royalty and this of course creates generational angst between her and her mother and grandmother because everything’s gotta have generational angst in it these days. She is told by her grandmother that mermaids, the long-time enemies of the krakens, are all evil and untrustworthy sirens who manipulate people and seek domination over humans. Ruby also befriends a mermaid named Chelsea, who specifically calls attention to this feud between the two species and specifically says that she wants to put a stop to it with Ruby’s help. And so Ruby naturally says “screw your bigotry, Grandma; I’m standing by my friend even if she’s a mermaid”.

......Which leads to the inevitable third act “reveal” that Chelsea was actually manipulating Ruby the whole time in order to acquire a source of power, doesn’t actually desire peace between the species, and just wants to assert domination over humans as is her kind’s wont.

Look, if the bullshit about krakens and mermaids was not present in the movie, then despite what a hackneyed obvious “twist villain” scenario this is I still would have accepted it because it would just be an isolated incident between two individuals. Without the species feud, you could just freely respect Ruby for having such an open heart and positive nature, and freely hate Chelsea for remorselessly taking advantage of that for her own self-serving agenda.

But because this occurs against this specific backdrop, the movie is flat-out saying that racism is justified and that the teen protagonist should’ve listened to her racist grandmother! All mermaids ARE evil, untrustworthy sirens who manipulate people and seek domination over humans, and Ruby was a total dumbass to dare to believe otherwise about Chelsea!

Imagine if in The Little Mermaid, Ariel is exposed as a mermaid, Prince Eric immediately reacts with disgust before he and his followers harpoon her to death before cooking and eating her bottom half. Guess King Triton was right, all humans are heartless barbarians!

Or imagine if in Luca, the townspeople accept all of the sea monsters at the end, only for the sea monsters to murder them all in their sleep and lay waste to the town. Guess all those fearful superstitions about sea monsters were accurate and should have been listened to!

Or imagine if in Zootopia....oh heck, do I even need to give this example?

If you think I’m overreacting here, then just swap everything said about mermaids in the movie and replace “mermaid” with “Jew”. Chelsea’s Jewish now. Ruby has the audacity to believe that her Jewish friend isn’t some heinous caricature made of her people, only to learn that actually that caricature is spot-on, so from now on she will never trust a Jew again and will accept her position defending humanity against the evil Jews. Sounds fucking horrible when I put it that way, doesn’t it? I recently said that it’s a good thing that kids have recently been getting more stories calling out how wrong prejudice is, so to see a movie aimed at kids that is actively justifying and encouraging prejudice is mind-blowing in the worst way possible. Who the Hell signed off on this? Did nobody stop to consider the unfortunate implications? Did they think making Chelsea a caricature of a pretty, popular, two-faced Mean Girl justified applying that characterization to her entire species? Or was this Jeffrey Katzenburg being a petty bitch (again) over the fact that The Little Mermaid was being remade without him and he just wanted to stick it to Disney? Whatever the case, I’d recommend giving this movie a pass.

#Dreamworks #Ruby Gillman Teenage Kraken #Opinion #Analysis #Chelsea #Racism #Bad Writing #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Character

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Anything positive about the Prequels?

Ian McDiarmid, Liam Neeson, Sir Christopher Lee and Ewan McGregor were very fun and were acting well for most of those movies.

The lightsaber fights required the actors to actually practice and learn the routines, leading to cleaner, smoother choreography.

The podracing section of Episode 1 was pretty great and a lot of fun.

The worldbuilding contributed to the sense of a greater galaxy. It expanded the universe in a pretty big way. There were way more aliens, for example.

They didn't go too overboard with The Force and keep it grounded in the general field of 'telepathy' and 'telekinesis'. The Force powers were used more, but they never got so overpowered that they dominated the fights.

All four villains had absolute banger designs, regardless of their character (or lack thereof).

They weren't afraid of showing lightsaber damage, like cutting off heads and limbs.

The music was all pretty great. There are some amazing and iconic songs in the prequels.

The Prequels are great as a concept and, overall, the plot and themes are actually good. The problem was the execution. If Lucas been an executive producer and relinquished some control (particularly the writing, dialogue and pacing) and didn't rely on CGI so much, it could have been an excellent addition to the series.

Like, it's not hard to imagine a world where the Prequels were just as good, if not better, than the OT. Better dialogue, some changes to the focus of the movies, but keeping the overall plotine. It's not hard to imagine a rewrite of the Prequels that's top quality.

I have a lot of criticism for the Prequels, but it isn't all bad.

#star wars #star wars prequels

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Context

Context for choice 3.

Here is what I mean about The New Republic and The First Order.

What happens after you win a war? How do you not make the same mistakes or become the thing you fought. What happens in a power vacuum? The New Republic should have been the dominant emerging power, and the Remnant should have been a small, secretive, unknown order, striking strategically from the Unknown Regions where they hid, and causing fear and panic to spread in the NR. After the Galactic Civil War, The New Republic commanders the Imperial Fleet and starts protecting systems who join the NR, all while chasing down and fighting any of the Remnants (Moffs, Warlords, Crime Lords, etc) who have grabbed power in the resulting vacuum. We could have seen an evolution of ships from Old Republic to Empire to NR ones. They could have renamed Star Destroyers into Star Defenders. Hell, they could have had a Republic of independent systems, each with their own sizable military, so that power isn’t centralized.

But no, instead of telling an interesting story, we are force fed the recycled poorly written rehashed Rebels vs Empire and the Rebels are made to be weaker than The First Order. The First Order are a terrorist movement, they should not be reigning after Hosnian Prime’s destruction, ESPECIALLY AFTER LOSING STARKILLER BASE!

Choice 4. Here is how I would give Kylo Ren motivation as to why Ben Solo fell and his main motivation as Kylo Ren.

Choice 6. I don't think there was absolutely no need for a Palpatine clone and eventually Palpatine himself(🙄) we all knew what was happening around the time this trilogy was being made. Trump. Base Snoke around the mango Mussolini and his lunatic fringe followers. An Alt-Right cult leader who cultivates the worst people imaginable. All The First Order needed to be was pointing out The New Republic brought the galaxy to an age of scum and villainy. A lawless state that usurped the rightful rulers that brought law and order. Basically "Make the Galaxy great again with Imperial Greatness"

You see, originally Lucas was going to make Palpatine JUST a politician and base him around Richard Nixon.

“George Lucas has spoken on various occasions of the way that the Nixon administration and the Vietnam war had an important influence on how he shaped the plot of the early films in the saga. The impact that these two events had an American in the 1970s started him thinking about the ways in which democracies can sale and how they deteriorating to dictatorships when corruption goes unchecked. He’s quoted as saying that Nixon - Who he viewed as having subverted the Senate and as acting an increasingly imperialistic way - what is the direct inspiration for Emperor Palpatine the supreme leader of the evil Empire in the first Star Wars trilogy”

So I don't see why they couldn't do something similar with the CLEAR FUCKING EVIL going on in the world at the time this trilogy was being made. No Sith master was needed.

In this scenario, I would call The First Order, The Imperium

Now you might have questions. What about the Stormtroopers and Kylo?

Stormtroopers? Don’t abduct kids, nationalize and recruit them willingly. Abducting children and training them to be Stormtroopers instantly made The First Order out to be cartoonishly evil from the start. So what do you do instead? Use propaganda. Nationalize them. Make them believe The Empire was right and convince them that the life of a Stormtrooper will help bring order in a chaotic galaxy. We’ve seen cults do something similar, Far Right Wing groups do it and we’ve seen Trump radicalize and nationalize white supremacists, so it’s not impossible for The First Order to do the logical thing.

Finn only leaves because he sees they are murdering unarmed civilians and chooses to leave. He is an example that it isn't too late to leave harmful fringe cult movements.

So how would Ben turn in this scenario? He's radicalized by Snoke. Ben starts hearing passionate speeches in the senate and Ben is moved. "I know he opposes my mother, but he's making a lot of sense" "He's right, we need to bring order to the galaxy" and Ben is radicalized by this Imperium movement and what he believes is Snoke's righteous cause. To Snoke, Ben represents everything great about the Empire. Snoke collects Sith Holocrons and uses the holocrons to turn Ben Solo into Kylo Ren.

In this scenario, I wouldn't redeem Ben. He is far too gone. He's committed atrocities in Snoke's name, for The Imperium and to bring order to the galaxy. While Finn represents those who could break away from Right Wing movements and Cults. Kylo Ren is far too gone, he's radicalized to the point where he's a die hard believer like Hux and Phasma and he's willing to fight and die for this indoctrination.

Choice 11. The Episode IX rewrite with Ben living and Reylo ending

Choice 12. The original plan for the Sequel Trilogy was to just get three young directors together to direct the Sequel Trilogy. It was supposed to be JJ, Rian and Colin Trevorrow, but Colin's IX was bad and his Jurassic World trilogy was terrible. So I would make either Matt Reves or Greta Gerwig as the director for Episode IX and ideally they would plan the trilogy out together instead of JJ setting up Mystery Boxes and expecting Rian and others open said mystery boxes and Rian subverting expectations.

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crypt-tids · 7 months

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A Gift Unto the King

Revelations

Lucas stood rigidly outside the solar door. The mere sight of it brought upon him an overwhelming sense of dread and unease. Beyond that threshold was the man he had spent many a night intertwined with in the throes of passion. Soft sheets and warm candle lit nights were now fading into distant memories, with the only real proof of their existence resting quietly in his womb, hidden away by sheer will and loosely draped fabric.

He couldn’t tell for certain how much time had passed, but, however long it was, appeared to be slightly outside the realm of socially acceptable, judging from the sideways glances the guards down the hall would periodically pass his way. Deciding the awkwardness culminating on this side of the door was likely to be far worse than whatever waited for him on the other side of it, he gave the door a couple quick, hesitant, knocks.

After a few heart pounding moments, the door furiously swung open, an angered Vin rapidly appearing from behind it.

“I said to leave me-” Vin stopped short, his eyes widening, and jaw falling agape, as he was met with the golden gaze of a man he feared he’d lost. A man he knew he’d lost. “Lucas?” His voice was hardly more than a whisper.

Vin’s face was one Lucas could hardly recognize at first glance. The crimson eyes that had once glowed bright with passion had now dimmed, following suit of the darkened circles lining them. His eyelids appeared red and puffy, as though he’d been crying, though all evidence of tears had long since perished. Lucas could feel the exhaustion flowing off of him in waves, and for the first time, he saw just how crushed beneath the crown’s weight his former lover had become.

“I have an urgent matter to discuss, your majesty.” Lucas forced a small bow, attempting to maintain formalities, despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to act otherwise.

Vin winced instinctively, before straightening up, and waving the knight into the room.

“Of course.” The king cleared his throat. “What is it?”

“Sir Remus and I have just returned from Widow’s Wild. Unfortunately, we were unable to locate the missing ghouls.” Lucas held his voice steady, doing his best to disregard the nerves threatening to push through it.

“As expected.” Vin let out a melancholic sigh.

“There is something else…” Lucas started, taking a deep breath, as Vin raised an inquisitive brow. “On our return through Riverbend, we caught sight of Honterran soldiers entering one of the cottages.”

Vin’s brow furrowed, his eyes furiously darting with confusion.

“Honterran soldiers? Are you certain?” He asked, pleading for the slightest air of uncertainty in Lucas’s testimony.

“I am.” The knight confirmed.

Vin closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself, despite his clenched jaw and tensed body betraying him. Drawing a deep breath, he directed Lucas to continue.

“Upon interrogation, the farmer divulged to us that Honterran soldiers had been frequenting the area for the past several months, making deals with the curse-borns there.”

“What kind of deals?” Vin pressed with a low growl.

“Your majesty,” Lucas continued, articulating his phrasing carefully, “they’re making deals to… well, what I imagine to be a sort of… escalation to the war in Honterra.”

Vin paused, allowing the knight’s words to soak into his mind for a moment before, reluctantly, urging the continuance of the deeply unsettling conversation.

“How exactly?” Vin asked, sternly, certain that he did not want to know the answer, but needing it nonetheless.

“Curse-borns… are being contracted to kill Honterran humans.” Lucas swallowed hard, nervously gnawing at his bottom lip.

At first, it was quiet. Like the calm before a storm. That brief moment of hope that made you feel like, perhaps, the damage wouldn’t be too severe. And then, the young knight watched as Vin’s heart fell, and every emotion a person could possibly feel began battling within him for dominance. He was furious, and devastated, and homicidal. His body trembled with rage, even though his mind was trying desperately to quell it. Hunching over his chair, his long fingernails unconsciously dug into the leather backing, leaving in it deep indents and scratches. His jaw was clenched so hard, Lucas feared his teeth might crack.

“Your highness-” Lucas began, but was abruptly interrupted by the aforementioned chair being slung across the room, slamming into the wall hard enough to break off one of its legs.

Panting heavily, Vin ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his face twisted into a vicious scowl. Lucas glanced between the king and the, now broken, wooden chair. Never in his life had he ever recalled seeing Vin act in such an aggressive way, and it was then that he realized just how much had changed in these few, short, months. Vin wasn’t the same person he had been when they parted ways, and Lucas wondered if he too had changed in equal measure. But it was the next thought that crossed his mind that made his body shudder. If Vin knew the truth, would he still hold enough compassion in his heart to not resent him for it?

“My apologies.” Vin straightened his shirt, refusing to make eye contact, afraid of the expression he might be met with if he did.

They stood silently for a few moments, waiting for the air around them to lighten, before eventually accepting that it wasn’t going to.

“How many have accepted the deal?” Vin asked, returning to his formal tone.

“I don’t know, for certain.” Lucas replied, catching a bitter glare from the king. “Your highness, it would be impossible to know with any amount of accuracy.” He insisted. “However, given the time period for which these events have been allowed to occur… I would imagine a fair amount.”

“Let me guess, they were offered protection in exchange for their services.” Vin spat, sharply.

Lucas nodded and Vin let out a long, defeated sigh.

“The ghouls that went missing, do you think they were involved in one of these deals?”

“I don’t believe so.” Lucas answered, confidently. “Both the woman and her son went missing, and the child’s father was human, so I believe their abduction was unrelated.”

“Are you stating, formally, that they were abducted by Honterrans?” Vin pried for confirmation.

“There was no evidence to the contrary.” Lucas stated, firmly. “I cannot make that statement officially, but, unofficially, I believe it to be the only conclusion of merit.”

“So his attacks are based solely on his whims.” Vin muttered to himself.

“If I may speculate, my king, I suspect that King Wilfred may have ulterior motives in waging this war. I believe the eradication of curse-borns may only be part of what he wants.”

Vin crossed his arms tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“He wants the land.” Vin concluded, gaining a brief nod of agreement from Lucas. “So, of course he’d start with Valkevilla. We have an abundance of resources, plenty of established trade relationships, and the lowest level of defense of any of his neighboring countries.” He dragged his hand down his face. “If he takes Valkevilla…”

“Nothing will stop him from taking the others.” Lucas finished, the gravity of the situation growing by the minute. “And, I imagine the war would seem much easier to win if his citizens had a more personal investment in his cause.”

“It would certainly give his sentiments a more solid foundation.” Vin shuffled over towards the table, where the map had rested, unmoved, since the war began. Leaning over it on his palms, his head hung low, he studied the map. “We’ll send more men to secure the border, and I’ll send word to Elvenwood about our suspicions.”

“Very well-”

All of a sudden, Lucas was overcome by a wave of lightheadedness, and found himself unable to finish his sentence. Abruptly, he gripped at the table to steady himself as his head began to spin.

“Lucas?” Vin’s attention immediately snapped towards the sandy-blonde, his voice thick with concern.

“I’m fine.” Lucas grunted through his brewing nausea. “It’ll pass.” His voice wavered as he focused on keeping the floor still, instead, resigning himself to squeezing his eyes shut and avoiding the matter entirely.

“Lucas, what’s wrong?” Vin’s voice was becoming more panicked as he noticed that, whatever it was, wasn’t passing.

“I’m fine-” The dizziness finally taking its toll, Lucas began to wobble, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.

“Lucas!” Vin rushed to the knight’s side, quickly wrapping an arm around him to hold him steady.

Lucas did everything in his power to right himself, even praying to the gods to regain his bearings, at least long enough to escape the solar, but it seemed his prayers were going to go unanswered. He could feel Vin’s warm body pressed against his own, trembling with nerves. Slowly, the king guided him towards the remaining leather chair, and carefully lowered him into it.

“I’ll send for Alistair-” Vin stepped towards the door, but found his wrist in the surprisingly tight grip of the ill man, stopping him short.

“Don’t.” Lucas huffed with a wince as pain pierced through his skull.

“Nonsense!” Vin furiously ripped his hand away. “You’re clearly unwell!”

“Please.” Lucas pleaded, the pain subsiding for the moment.

“Enough!” Vin returned, sharply, once again making his way towards the door.

But as the young king turned away, Lucas, barely clinging to consciousness, lunged forward, gripping the man’s arm with all the strength he could muster.

“Vin!”

Whipping around, Vin’s eyes were met with a hazy, half-lidded, golden stare. Fresh beads of dewy sweat lined Lucas’s brow and his face had gone pale. His chest heaved as he panted. Then, his grip loosened, and his body slumped forward.

“Lucas!” Vin exclaimed, sliding beneath the muscular man, and propping him back up in the chair. He gripped Lucas’s shoulders tightly to hold him still, anxiously studying his face, brows upturned with worry.

The man’s head bobbed slightly, and Vin moved a shaky hand to gently caress his pale cheek.

“Why won’t you let me help you?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

Lucas lifted his gaze. Even amidst the world’s blurred focus, he could see Vin’s crimson eyes piercing into his own. His chin quivered against his will, and a single tear escaped, trickling down his cheek, brushing along Vin’s slender fingers, and as it did, Vin’s expression softened.

“I’m… sorry…” Lucas trailed off as a blackened haze slowly crept into his vision and consumed him.

Lucas awoke to the comfortable warmth of soft linen sheets, and the scent of fresh lavender and cedar wood. The golden glow of early morning sun danced through the window, illuminating the all too familiar room.

The ghost of a headache still lingered, and his stomach felt dreadfully uneasy. Shifting to prop himself up, he glanced to his side, finding an overly exhausted, and seemingly very unamused, Vin sitting slouched in the chair beside the bed. Sunlight haloed around him, casting his face in a dully lit shadow.

Before Lucas had a chance to speak, Vin produced a glass drinking vessel, filled with a thick, red liquid. Extending his arm towards him, he nodded, beckoning Lucas to take it. Hesitantly, he accepted the cup, blankly staring at it as he held it in his lap.

“Drink.” Vin instructed, flatly.

Giving the king a sideward glance, he swallowed hard, before returning his gaze to the cup. His brows furrowed as he nervously bit at his lip. He had never drank blood before. At least, not that he could recall, and certainly not in human form.

Apprehensively, Lucas lifted the glass to his lips, and took a small sip. It was thicker than he’d expected, and clung to his tongue with a somewhat sweet, iron flavor. He imagined it would be similar in taste to licking melted sugar off of an old sword. It’s not that he hated it. He found it rather interesting on its own. However, had he been given the choice between a juicy, rare steak and a bowl of blood soup, the decision wouldn’t require much deliberation.

“You’ll get used to it.” Vin assured, noticing Lucas’s slightly confused and mildly disgusted expression.

Lucas gave the dark-haired man a confused glance. Vin’s cheek rested against his fingers, his eyes heavy, with dark circles that could rival a moonless night. It was becoming increasingly more obvious to Lucas that he hadn’t slept.

The room grew heavier, and a pit began to form in Lucas’s stomach. Something about the way Vin looked at him put him on edge, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Growing uneasy, he returned his attention to the glass, giving it a light twirl, watching the blood swirl around the edges.

“You weren’t going to tell me, were you?” Vin interrupted the silence, his voice low, with a broken weight.

Lucas snapped his gaze back to Vin’s, his heart skipping a beat, and as he stared into those crimson eyes, he realized what about them had left him so unsoothed. The light was gone, and sadness had taken its place.

“W-what are you-”

“Lucas.” Vin stopped the knight short before he could continue further into his faltering bluff. “I know.”

The haze of the night before came into clearer focus. Not entirely, but he certainly remembered delivering the report, coming down with a bout of illness and then… nothing. He gulped.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Lucas’s eyes flickered as tears threatened to well, his chin starting to quiver. There it was. The question he’d dreaded answering the most since this all began, finally here to taunt him.

“How could I?” Lucas whispered shakily. The drinking vessel shook as his hands trembled, sending small ripples over the blood’s surface. His heart pounded in his ears, and everything fell deathly quiet. Fresh sobs pressed into Lucas’s throat, and he firmly clamped his jaw shut to suppress them.

Vin just stared. His heart had been emptied so many times, there was hardly anything left in it to fight with. The entirety of his being had been cracked apart, over, and over, and over again. But this was different. This was a lie. A betrayal he had been sold by the one person in this world he trusted most. He’d spent the entire night trying to understand why Lucas had done it. Why he would ever wish to keep their child a secret from him. And as he had watched the loosely draped sheets rise and fall with Lucas’s breath as he slept, he felt himself drifting further and further away from him.

Slowly, Lucas broke his gaze, unwilling to let the king see his tears fall. In his heart, the weight of this moment felt heavier than he’d ever imagined possible. Before, it was simply a concept that he had fooled himself into believing would never come to pass. But, now that he sat firmly in the thick of it, mere feet away from the father of his child, he’d come to the realization that all of the justifications he’d made for keeping the baby a secret were only masks, hiding a much more devastating truth. That at his deepest depth, he was simply afraid.

“I'm nobody… I come from nowhere.” Lucas finally spoke, his voice timid. “You can’t tell me you don’t understand.” His breath hitched.

“I don’t.” Vin insisted, unconsciously leaning towards the bed.

“You’re a king!” Lucas snapped his misty eyes back towards Vin’s, fresh tear tracks glistening against his flushed cheeks.

Vin jolted slightly.

“I’d ruin everything.” Lucas’s voice wavered, cracking through the tears, as he hunched over, pressing his face into his palm.

Vin sat quietly for a moment, watching the young knight sob, his heart sinking into his stomach. After all this time, Lucas still saw himself as the commoner that walked through the castle gates with a stolen copper clutched in his fist. A man of no nobility, with nothing of value to his name. A man unworthy of holding a king.

“It was just…” Lucas hiccupped, “easier if you didn’t know.” He drew a choppy breath, his low voice descending further into a broken whisper. “I can’t protect you now.”

Pushing himself up from his chair, body unexpectedly stiff from his prolonged residency in it, Vin shuffled around the bed, reaching over, and gently removing the nearly tipped glass from Lucas’s trembling grip. He placed the vessel on the wooden side table, next to the fresh bouquet of lavender flowers, then turned towards the distressed man sobbing in his bed.

“Is that all you see yourself as? My protector?”

Lucas drew a sharp breath, attempting to calm himself, but failing miserably. His eyes remained fixed on his lap, and he dared not move them. Then, he felt the bed dip to his side, as Vin sat down beside him.

“Lucas…” Vin spoke calmly, twiddling his fingers. “I don’t… I didn’t mean to-” He let out a frustrated sigh as the words kept getting caught in his throat. “I never meant to make you feel that way.” He turned to face Lucas. “That was never how I saw you.”

The knight folded his arms across his body, squeezing them tightly, still refusing to look up.

“If I can’t protect you,” his voice low and crackled, “then, what good am I?”

Slender fingers softly caressed Lucas’s cheek. Gently, Vin pulled the sandy-blonde’s golden gaze to meet his own. His eyes were red and swollen, and his face had been thoroughly dampened with tears. Guilt swirled in Vin’s stomach, heightening with each passing moment. He had spent an entire, sleepless, night, wondering what he might say when Lucas finally awoke. How severely he’d tell him off for what he had done, because he so desperately wanted Lucas to feel the same hurt that he had. But now, watching the tears spill from his golden eyes, he found himself wanting none of those things.

“You’re plenty good.” Vin whispered as his own eyes began to mist over. “You will never need to prove yourself to me.” He smiled kindly, his voice quivering slightly at the end. “Perhaps… it’s my turn to protect you.”

Lucas swallowed hard, his body jerking from a shaky inhale, as Vin wiped a few tears away with his thumb.

“If nothing else, can you at least allow me to do that?”

Biting his lip, Lucas nodded, and Vin released a slow breath, pressing his forehead against Lucas’s. Slowly, he slid his hand down, reaching for Lucas’s, and gripping it tightly. There they sat, together, finally in the grace of peace. Then, Lucas pulled away to look Vin in the eyes.

“There is something… I wish to say,” Lucas spoke softly, and slightly unsure, “but I know I shouldn’t.”

“What is it?” Vin brushed away a stray strand of blonde hair from the lycan’s face.

“I still…” Lucas pressed his lips together for a brief moment, studying the other man’s sharp features, his lightly tanned skin glowing in the rays of the morning sun, and he felt himself grow overwhelmed by the beauty before him. Seeing him now made him realize just how little his memories had done him justice. Even with the dark circles and untamed hair, he was still the most beautiful creature Lucas had ever seen. “I love you.”

Vin’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly with surprise, as his heart skipped a beat. Still, after all this time, after everything that had happened, Lucas had never stopped loving him. And for the second time, those three words rang in his ears, but this time, he had no intention of standing idly by while he watched them fade away.

“I know I’m forbidden to-”

In a wave of passionate impulse, Vin sprang forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Lucas’s neck, a deep kiss pushing the words back into the pregnant man’s throat. Never in their lives had either of them tasted anything so sweet. Cautiously, Lucas moved his hand around Vin, before gripping him tightly and pulling him close, until their bodies were flush against each other. Tongues delicately danced around sharpened teeth, the sweet taste of blood still lingering on Lucas’s lips.

Catching his breath, Vin pulled away slightly, their noses still brushed up against each other’s. His crimson eyes shimmered with new light, and finally, he felt at home.

“I love you, too. I always have.”

Lucas nearly choked as a smile danced on the corner of his lips. His heart pounded heavily, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. For so many years, he had longed to hear those words, even though he knew he could never have them. Because he was a nobody, from nowhere, who dared to love a prince. Who dared to love a king.

His fingertips traced over Vin’s cheek, and he placed another, gentle kiss upon his lips, slowly leaning back, guiding Vin down onto the bed with him.

“You taste like blood.” Vin whispered breathily with a smile, as he wrapped his arm around Lucas, snuggling into the muscular man’s chest.

“Oh?” Lucas raised a brow. “Should I drink more, then?” He asked, playfully through a mischievous grin.

“Yes.” Vin returned. “But, not for me.” Suddenly, his tone became more serious, and after a brief pause, he continued. “Vampires need blood to survive, you know. If you don’t feed them properly,” lightly, his hand slid over Lucas’s chest, down towards the protruding bump of his belly, “the baby will take what it needs from you until you have nothing left to give.” His fingers delicately traced circles around the moderately sized swell. “That’s why you felt so ill, and fainted.” He let out a long sigh. “Had you just told me-”

“I know.” Lucas interjected. “I’m sorry.” He gently rubbed Vin’s back with his thumb. “I should have, I know that. I just… couldn’t.” His voice faltered, and he pressed his lips together tightly to prevent more words from escaping until he had thoroughly collected himself. “I thought I’d be exiled. Or worse.” He drew a shaky breath, fresh tears, once again, clouding his vision. “I was afraid you’d hate me.” His voice barely more than a whisper.

Propping himself up on his elbow, Vin gazed into Lucas’s tear filled eyes, gently wrapping his fingers around the side of his neck, a slender thumb tracing over his jaw.

“There is nothing in this world that would make me hate you. Especially not this.” He watched Lucas’s golden eyes flicker as he fought against his quivering chin. “You have given me a gift, Lucas.” He gave him a reassuring smile. “And I will treasure it for as long as I live.”

“Don’t make me cry again, you sentimental prick.” Lucas let out a relieved laugh, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You were already crying before I said anything.” Vin giggled, pressing a kiss onto Lucas’s soft lips, then nuzzling back down against his chest.

They laid together quietly for a short while, peacefully embraced in each other’s warmth. The rise and fall of Lucas’s chest was nearly enough to lull Vin to sleep, and with the gradually increasing weights tugging at his lids, he feared it very well would.

“When you fainted… I was so worried about you that I didn’t even notice.” Vin spoke softly, his hand once again drifting towards the bump, caressing it gently. “It seems so obvious, now.” His fingers lightly danced over it. “It’s not exactly small, is it?”

“I suppose it isn’t.” Lucas agreed with a sigh.

With a hint of curiosity, Vin cautiously tugged at Lucas’s shirt, sliding it up to expose his bare belly. Where rippling abs had once been, was now a firmly rounded swell. He pressed his palm against it, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“They’re right there.” Vin whispered.

Lucas smiled softly, moving his hand down, resting it over his slightly rounded belly, and interlacing his fingers with Vin’s. Beneath their palms, growing safely within his womb, was their child. The one piece of indisputable evidence that proved they had once loved each other, and that they always would love each other. He held everything he had ever wished to hold in that one hand, and he never wanted to let it go, lest it all be a dream that would vanish the moment he did.

“Can you feel them?” Vin asked, interrupting Lucas’s thoughts.

“Not really.” He answered with a hint of melancholy. “There are times when I think I can, but they're such… tiny little flutters that I can’t help but feel like it’s all in my head.”

“You’ve always been rather observant, so if you thought you did, you most likely have.”

It was such a pleasant thought, being able to feel his baby stirring, and as much as he wanted to believe it was true, his mind would always stop him, telling him it was anything else. But, soon enough, their little bun wouldn’t be so little, and his mind would no longer be able to play such cruel pranks on him.

“Lucas,” Vin started, his tone growing somber, “there’s something you need to know.”

“What is it?”

“As per the agreement with Elvenwood, I…” The words clung to Vin’s throat. He desperately did not want to say what he needed to say, but he had no choice. Gathering his nerves, he pushed himself to continue. “The agreement requires-”

“An heir of elven blood.” Lucas finished.

Vin shifted his gaze to meet Lucas’s, his brows slightly creased with apprehension. But, as he saw his love’s face remain calm and unchanged, his tension lightened.

“I know.” Lucas comfortingly stroked Vin’s back with his thumb. “And, even if I didn’t, I would have assumed as much.”

“Carmilla’s pregnant.” Vin forced out, before he had a chance to lose his nerve. He had expected some sort of reaction. At the very least, for Lucas to appear even the tiniest bit upset. But he didn’t, and it left Vin uncomfortably confused. “Are you not upset?”

“It’s not my place to be upset.”

“But, shouldn’t it be?”

Lucas gave a small, reassuring smile, and shook his head.

“We don’t exactly live normal lives, and this isn’t some affair with a woman across the way.” He raised his brows and cocked his head, with a bit of an unserious frown. “If anything, metaphorically speaking, I would be the woman across the way.”

Vin rolled his eyes, fighting a grin, as he settled back down, nuzzling into Lucas’s warm chest.

“I wish we lived normal lives.” He sighed.

“It has its merits.” Lucas agreed. “But having lived one once, I don’t think I would exchange the life I have now for it.”

“Easy for you to say.” Vin groaned. “You're not the one with two children to raise with only mere months between them.”

“And to think, all those times we trained together, I never would’ve guessed you were such an excellent shot.”

Vin whipped his chin up to deliver a joking glare towards the pregnant lycan, who himself was displaying a playful grin. After a moment, Vin buried his flushed face in Lucas’s chest, attempting to muffle his laughter. Lucas pulled him close, leaning forward to brush a kiss atop the vampire’s head.

“I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way. And anything you need of me, I will gladly do.”

“Thank you, Lucas.”

The knight smiled softly, but Vin didn’t see, as he had already drifted off to sleep.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Being With Dominique Luca (Luca x Reader) - Rated M

Taking Duke for long walks together whenever you get the chance, Luca loves strolling around the neighbourhood. You can’t go two minutes without stopping to stay hi to someone. It reminds you how much people are in the heart of everything he does.

Making a map of every single food truck in LA and grading them with the ranking system that only the two of you know.

He makes sure to carve out time in his day for you, even if it just means sending a text to check in. Due to the nature of his job, scheduling dates is unpredictable. Sometimes your dates come in the form of a quick bite at your favourite food truck, coffee on a bench outside or a quiet moment by the fountain. He likes being outside with you, breathing in the air and taking a moment just for the two of you.

You adore the way he smells, it’s the scent of sea air clinging to his skin after a morning of surfing, gun oil and the undercurrent of citrus from his shower gel.

Luca thrives on touch. He’s not a massive fan of PDA but when your out together he shows he cares through small touches such as a hand on your lower back, a gentle touch on the arm. Even slinging an arm around your shoulders and a kiss on the forehead.

In private Luca is constantly touching you, he threads his fingers through your hair when he kisses you, drawing you into his lap. He loves being close to you, feeling your body against his. He loves watching your face as he touches you. His kisses always start gentle, always teasing, always filled with promises he intends to keep.

Every time with you is an exploration for Luca, he likes to take his time, finding new ways to please you. He enjoys stripping off your clothing layer by layer, his palms caressing up your back as he kisses you into oblivion.

Luca loves your ass, he loves gripping it in his palms as you grind against him, it drives him absolutely wild. It’s this that makes him so vocal, he tells you how good it feels, how much needs you, how much he wants you.

He loves it when you rake your nails over his skin, it sends a flush of heat rushing though his body as he runs his thumb over your lower lip whispering ‘baby’.

Making love with Luca is always slow and intense. He likes to take his time laying you out on the bed, hands smoothing over your skin as he touches and tastes every inch of you.

He likes to explore you with his mouth, making you moan his name. He likes to make sure you’ve come at least once before he takes his own pleasure.

Luca loves the intimacy of face-to-face positions and skin on skin on contact.

He always starts slow, building you up again until he has you writhing in his hands. He whispers how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel.

When you come again, you take him over the edge with you. He looks into your eyes at the moment of climax and sees his entire world.

In the aftermath he holds you close, limbs tangled together as his thumb ghosts over the line of your jaw, his kisses gentle and languid.

The two of you fall asleep wrapped up in one another.

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just-a-girl-who-wrytes · 7 months

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Hero

For you, @spnshortcake !

You pulled your husband’s body close to yours by his belt. He cradled your face in his hands, giving you a deep, loving kiss.

“Be safe today, baby.” You said to him once he pulled away.

He responded with a smile, “Everyone goes home, darling.”

You and Deacon were both preparing to leave for work, standing between your vehicles parked in your garage. He opened your car door for you to get in. Once you were buckled, he leaned in and kissed you again. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“I will be right here, waiting on my prince charming.” You winked at him as he shut your door and you parted ways.

Deacon walked into the station with his duffel bag on his shoulder. He greeted his team mates and made himself a cup of coffee before meeting in the debrief room prior to their shift starting. Once the team was seated around the table, Hicks stepped into the room and began a rundown of what to expect for the day. Right before the meeting wrapped up, Hicks’ cell phone rang. He answered it and quickly told the team to suit up as all their pagers went off simultaneously.

“There’s a hostage situation at a bank downtown.” Hicks announced.

A few minutes later, the team was in Black Betty, heading towards their call.

“Hostage situation, one confirmed fatality, a few other injured is what we know so far.” Hondo said as he began reading the notes that came across his work phone to give his guys a rundown of what they were heading into.

Hondo made it to the bottom of the notes and saw the address of the bank they were going to. “Deacon?”

“Oh my god.” Deacon interrupted. He had beat Hondo to the bank’s address in the notes. He immediately pulled out his personal cell phone and tried to call you, only to be greeted by your voicemail.

Hondo knew you hadn’t answered as he watched his teammates face turn pale and tears well up in his eyes.

“She is okay, brother. We are going to take care of her, but I need to know you are safe to go in here with us.” He leaned forward, meeting Deacon eye to eye.

Deacon looked at him and nodded, wiping his eyes. “She knows what to do, she’s trained with us before; we’ve taught her what to do…” He spoke words, yearning for his heart to believe what his mouth was saying. “I’m good, Hondo. It’s my job to protect her.”

S.W.A.T. arrived on scene to law enforcement still getting a perimeter set up outside of the bank. The team lined up at the front and back entrance of the building, preparing to enter once given the go ahead.

Deacon was sure his heart rate was 180. He was scared as hell on what he might walk into. He knew you had been faced with losing him multiple times – how many calls had involved him getting shot at and he was unable to communicate with you until hours later? It was a part of the territory that came with being a SWAT wife. Even though he had put himself in your shoes before, or at least tried to, he had never actually been in your shoes and it made him nauseated at the thought of losing you. He made a brief mental note to love on you extra once you were safe in his arms.

Deacon lined up behind Hondo, preparing to enter the building.

Once they entered, Deacon took lead. One masked man laid on the floor in front of the teller’s desk, dead. There was no one behind the teller’s desk. A second body was found in the hallway leading to a back area of the bank. Deacon was initially unable to determine if the second person was a suspect or an employee, but soon noticed a firearm laying several feet away from him and decided that the dead man was likely a suspect.

The rest of the bank was cleared except for the conference room. It was the last hallway and room to be cleared. The team approached the door. Deacon took his stance on the side of the door.

“LAPD,” Deacon announced, his voice deep and loud.

“David?!” A weak voice came from the other side of the door.

As soon as Deacon heard your voice, he immediately opened the door, gun aimed, his teammates behind him.

20 David entered the room to find you kneeling on the ground with your knee in the groin of one of the bank tellers who had gotten shot. Your knee was holding pressure to gun-shot wound to keep him from bleeding out of his femoral artery, where he had been struck. Your 9mm was pointed right back at the SWAT team. Other bank employees were also cowered in the corner of the room to your left.

As soon as you saw your husband and his team, you lowered your weapon and began sobbing.

“The shooters are dead,” you said through sobs and hyperventilating, “We need EMS for him.” You nodded your head towards your coworker whose life was in your… knee.

“Oh my god,” Hondo said as he looked around the room.

“Oh, baby…” Deacon said simultaneously. If you didn’t know better, you’d say your husband was also on the verge of tears as well.

The team began getting the other bank employees out of the building. Deacon kneeled in front of you and cradled your face.

“You did that?” he asked, nodding his head towards the door behind him, referencing the two dead gunman in the front of the bank.

You nodded with tears still streaming down your face. Deacon glanced down at the gun beside you and immediately recognized that it was your personal firearm.

“Why didn’t you tell me you carried in here?” He kept his voice low to avoid any unwarranted questions. You both knew you would soon face plenty of those.

“Because, I didn’t want you to ever be in trouble for knowing and not saying anything about it if… something like this were to happen.” You knew that anything you did could fall back on your husband if he was aware of it – another part of the SWAT wife territory. The last thing you wanted to do was to get him into trouble.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head.

“What happened?”

You sharply inhaled as you told your story for the first of many times that day.

You were in your office at the bank when you heard loud voices followed by screams followed by instructions to “shut the fuck up!” Your heart sank when your mind processed what was happening but you didn’t have much time because very soon after, you heard a gunshot followed by more screaming. You pulled your firearm out of the holster underneath of your shirt, aimed it, and immediately met a gunman in the hallway. When you saw his weapon being raised towards you, you didn’t hesitate to pull your trigger.

The man was dead before he hit the ground.

You quietly made your way to the front of the bank. You peeked around the corner to see a second gunman pacing back and forth with the bank employees on the ground. His back was towards you and you took the shot the second that you had it. He was also dead moments later.

You paused and looked around for a third gunman. When you didn’t see one after several moments, you stepped out into the front of the bank to find the teller shot. No one else was injured that you noticed.

You had two male customers drag the injured employee to the conference room after you instructed everyone else to make their way there. It was a central room in the building. You didn’t know what was waiting on the outside of the bank for all of you if you decided to leave so you didn’t want to send anyone out. You knew you could sit inside of the room with your gun to neutralize any further threats that may find you.

It was fourteen minutes from the time you shut and locked the door, knelt down with your knee in your coworker’s groin, steadied yourself and pointed your firearm at the door. However, it felt like eternity. You couldn’t express the relief that you felt when your husband was the first person you saw to walk through the door. It had felt like an eternity.

Deacon kissed your forehead moments before paramedics entered the room.

Security footage confirmed your story. Ever since you and David began dating, he always told you that everyone goes home when you told him to be safe. It was a theory you had adopted as well. That was why you decided to begin carrying your firearm inside of the bank with you every day at work. You knew if it was ever discovered, it would cost you your job, but what was the alternative? Losing your life? Jobs could be replaced. You or your husband could not be.

And your suspicion of the following repercussions were correct – you were let go from the bank for carrying inside against policy. But, as you walked out of the interrogation room, hand in hand with Deacon, you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you got to be with your husband.

The rest of the day was long and you didn’t walk out of your investigation until the early hours of the morning. You were walking hand in hand out of SWAT’s headquarters with Deacon. You had been able to shower at the station and Deacon had spare clothes you put on, but you were ready to get home, take a shower with your own things and slip into bed with your prince charming.

The day had been so exhausting that you didn’t have much energy left for any conversation with Deacon and he recognized that. He didn’t pressure you to talk as you arrived home, showered, and prepared for bed together. He climbed into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. Even as you drifted off to sleep, you were intoxicated by your husband’s scent – his skin, his beard oil, his body wash, and the spritz of cologne he put on every night before bed simply because he knew that you loved it. You were so grateful for the safety of David’s arms.

The following morning, you woke up still entangled in your husband.

“Good morning, beautiful.” David said softly once he saw your eyes flutter open.

“Mmm,” you nuzzled into your husband’s neck. “Good morning, baby.”

He kissed your forehead. “What would you like to do today?”

“Is spending the day wrapped up in you an option?”

“It most definitely is if that’s what you want.” He rubbed your arm with his thumb. “Are you hungry?”

“Is my name Mrs. Kay?”

Deacon chuckled. “Let’s go get some food, then we’ll come home and snuggle until you get tired of me.”

“Never.”

Deacon took you to your favorite coffee shop for breakfast. He chose a booth for the two of you and sat down on one side before pulling you into the seat next to him. He turned so he could pull you close to him and keep his arm around you.

He was never one for much PDA so this took you slightly off guard, but you had no complaints. You were so thankful for Deacon after the previous day’s events. He peppered your cheek with kisses while you waiting on your food.

“You know…” Deacon started talking after your plates were placed in front of you. You turned so that you were facing your husband while sitting next to him. “I know that you face the fear of something happening to me every single day I go to work,” he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “But I have never truly understood what that fear felt like – until yesterday.”

You gave Deacon a small smile. He caressed your face with his hand, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Baby, I don’t know how you endure that every day you watch me leave.”

You reached up and held Deacon’s wrist and leaned into his hand.

“Lots of prayer…” you started, “and it comes with the territory.” You winked at him.

“You know you’re a hero, right?” Deacon asked.

You scoffed, “Not hardly.”

“Baby, because of you all of your coworkers lived and went home yesterday.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about taking the gun to work with me.”

Deacon chuckled. It was typical of you to disregard compliments that shined any light on you – it made you uncomfortable.

“Mrs. Kay, I am going to spend the rest of our lives never letting you forget how much I love you and how much you mean to me.”

He leaned in and kissed you. He managed to keep the kiss PG, but you felt every ounce of passion that filled the kiss.

You spent breakfast with your husband feeding each other pancakes and bacon, giggling and stealing quick kisses from each other.

“Will you go home with me?” Deacon asked flirtatiously as you finished your last sip of chocolate milk.

“Mmmm,” you smirked at him, “Going home with a good lookin’ man? Sounds like a fun time to me.”

“God, I love you,” he kissed you again.

You slid out of the booth, hanging onto your husband as you walked to the cash register together. Deacon paid for your food and drove you home together. When you got home, he opened your car door, helped you out, led you inside, and started your favorite movie before pulling you into his lap on your couch. You spent the day, snuggled up with your Sergeant.

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