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Greetings Bestie, I am here with a Magnus blurb request

How about a piece where Magnus realizes he's in love with his partner, and it's at a funny & inappropriate time and place? Like they're in an interrogation or maybe undercover?

Perfectly Bad Timing

Warnings: fluff, police things, more fluff

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Bestiiie, thank you so much for this! I really hope you're going to like this lil' story! 🥹💖

Magnus's eyes were glued to you. Something you didn't seem to notice. If the young man across from you and him noticed? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Anyways, the policeman wouldn't care. He always had just eyes for the wonderful woman he gad the honour to call his girlfriend, but today... Today was one of these days on which he got reminded by himself how freaking much he actually loved you.

During an interrogation in the first case Kurt allowed you and Magnus to be leading inspectors was admittedly not exactly the right moment, but what was he supposed to do?

You two worked at the Ystad police station for almost five years together now and he had never... Never seen you interrogate a person. This time was a first - and to Magnus, it was stunning. You were stunning. The way you talked. How you always found the right words to say against the snappy, arrogant and pubescent teenager. Your smart and witty nature...

Magnus would even go as far and say it was dominant, and he couldn't deny that he found that to be pretty hot.

The palm of your hand slamming down on the wooden table everybody sat at, caused the young policeman to snap out of his daydream. At least a little.

"Stop lying to us, Nils. We knew you were at the boathouse. We found your goddamn fingerprints!" You accused the eighteen-year-old across from you. By now you were utterly frustrated and kind of angry. Not just because the disrespectful young man just wouldn't cooperate, no... You were also angry because you already sat inside this constricting, small room for almost an hour and your colleague/boyfriend hadn't said a single word!

You gritted your teeth and slowly turned to face the curly haired man. "Magnus?" He shortly blinked and looked up; oceanic blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Yes?" You nodded at the door. "For a word..."

Magnus nodded in agreement; noticed immediately that you weren’t in a good mood. His chair scratched over the polished floor as he stood up and followed you outside in the hallway wordlessly.

You had crossed your arms and waited for him to close the door shut. "Magnus..." You started and took a deep breath; trying not to snap at him right away. Perhaps he had a reason why he didn't say something yet. "We are in there for almost an hour and after five minutes you kind of zoned out completely. Baby, you are absolutely no help! That's shitty. If you're just sitting beside me and staring holes into the wall, I might as well do this alone."

Magnus swallowed hard. You could see his Adam's apple bobbing. And he was blushing. "I-I know, I-" "Then why are you doing it?" You interrupted him. "This isn't working without you! Nils might be the key to solve this case! We can't let this opportunity sl-"

The policeman had heard enough. He knew what this was about. His head told him that repeatedly. But his heart... His heart just wanted one thing... For his lips to kiss you. So, he did.

Magnus interrupted you with his mouth on yours; hands on your hips and pulling you against his body.

You were shocked at first - like frozen, but then you couldn't help but to melt against his touch. Against his sinful kiss.

"Mags..." You panted, once he broke the kiss to get some fresh air into his lungs. "W-What... What was that about?" A boyish smile grazed the curly haired man's face; cheeks reddening. "Me, realising how much I love you, min älskling. I'm sorry for not doing my job, but... All I could focus on, was you."

Your expression softened. He was so cute and kind. How could you possibly be mad at him?

"Aww..." You hugged your boyfriend tightly; burying your hands in his wild, blond curls. "I love you so so much as well." You kissed him again and again and again; the ongoing integration forgotten... At least for a few minutes.

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circumstances of succumbency [kinktober 2023: bath/shower]

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Summary: You and Magnus get stranded on the road while working a case and sought shelter at an inn that only had one room left. And one bed.

Pairing: older!Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, kindly exit stage left I'll only ask nicely once); unprotected p in v sex; slight mention to masturbation/wankst; language; Magnus is her superior/boss so there's a bit of a power dynamic going on [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; mutual pining; one bed only trope; translations in the Author's Notes

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): When Magnus says "I won't have you apologizing", the smut starts. Proceed with caution.

"We're not going to be of any use to this case sleep-deprived and dragging this car through a snowstorm, Y/L/N. We should find some shelter and start fresh in the morning, and hopefully the weather will be a bit more agreeable."

Those were the famous last words that hammered in several nails to your coffin. You were still about an hour's drive away from the residence of a person of interest in your current case, but with the current state of the weather, you were more likely to get stranded in the middle of the road with a broken down engine than actually make it to your destination if you two stubbornly kept on your drive.

That was how you two ended up at a cozy little inn, the lady at the front desk shamelessly checking out Detective Superintendent Martinsson while she tried to book two rooms for you. A disappointed scowl painted her face as she told you both that there was only one room left for the night. With one bed.

Of course this happens, you grumbled internally. One room, one bed, one horny Y/N.

He tried to be a gentleman and offered you the bed, clearly uncomfortable with the whole arrangement as well. But after you both realized that there was no other furniture that the towering older man could somehow pretzel-fold himself into and sleep in for the night, you simply agreed that you'd pick a side of the bed and put the entire situation out of your minds come morning.

You distinctly remembered putting a considerable effort to count sheep and make your mind shut off despite the biting cold, slipping into slumber a shivering curled up heap on your side of the bed, one wrong move away from falling off and flopping onto the hard wood floor. So why was it that when you opened your eyes, the morning sun barely shining through the heavy clouds, you were deceptively comfortable and warm, with an arm wrapped around you and holding you against the lean and muscular body of the man that had been invading your most vivid scandalous dreams on a nightly basis?

This isn't happening this isn't happening, you tried to tell yourself, trying not to lean in to his warm embrace despite every cell in your body literally screaming to do exactly that. You're still dreaming, Y/N, it's time to wake up. He shuffled even closer to you, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and let out a sigh that sounded like he was almost…contented. The feel had you putting your fist to your mouth and biting down on your skin to refrain from making a sound.

Much as this was exactly where you fantasized about being when you were in the safety of your own home, you knew you had to squirm out of his sleep-laden embrace. You slipped your hand into his and tried to guide his arm up and away from your waist, only to have him reflexively pull out of your hold and go right back to holding you, shuffling even closer and letting out a whining sound as if he was bargaining to stay asleep for a few more minutes.

Before you could try again, you froze in his embrace when you felt his lips press a kiss to the back of your neck, followed by a near-reverent whisper of your name. You bit harder into your skin in a desperate attempt to hold back a moan as he kept on kissing a trail to your shoulder in lazy movements, obviously being guided by his sleep-adled brain.

Which had a little voice in your head screaming the question: If he was moving and talking the way he did because of his dream, then why did he say your name?

You didn't give yourself the time to mull it over, not willing to risk staying a second longer and having him wake up and have the sight of his disgust and shame seared into your memory. As fast as you could manage, you lifted his arm off you and rolled away from him, situating yourself again on the very edge of the bed and pretending that sleep still had its hooks in you.

Despite having slept in a bed that wasn't his own partnered with the undue stress of being stranded by means of a rather nasty snowstorm, Magnus had slept rather peacefully through the night. He was blessed with a rather blissful dream where by some miracle you didn't turn him away after he'd confessed his feelings for you. You even returned them.

And before you two headed off for work, he held you in bed and got to rouse you from your sleep with teasing kisses to your neck. The dream had felt so real that the image might stay with him to keep him company in the cold nights to come after closing this case with you.

When he woke in your shared room at the inn and saw you curled up at the edge of the bed, he wanted nothing more than to turn that dream into reality and pull you into his embrace. He was only stopped by the dreadful thought of how you could possibly react to such intimacy.

Probably with a right hook, a resignation letter, and a sexual harassment lawsuit in that order, you idiotic knob, he hissed at himself, sighing as he shrugged the covers off him and decided to check if the roads were clear enough to resume driving in a few hours.

He walked around the bed and couldn't resist the urge to take his covers and drape them over your own after seeing how you visibly shivered in your sleep. You let out an unintelligible sound while he was tucking the covers around you. "I'm up, I'm up," you mumbled, shifting around groggily.

"We don't have to leave yet," he spoke softly, doing his best not to wake you fully. "Just gonna check if it's safe to go back on the road." He moved your hair away from your face, a warmth spreading through his body upon seeing how serene you seemed in sleep. "You can rest a little while longer, sweet girl."

You let out a long exhale, a tiny contented smile playing at the corner of your mouth when you relaxed and leaned into his touch. He couldn't resist the urge to hold you just so for a few moments longer, nor the urge to press the lightest kiss between your brows before he stood and walked out of the room.

Mercifully the roads seemed much clearer and you two could probably resume your drive and your investigation in a few hours. Before that, though, he needed to go for a run. And hopefully keep all those intrusive thoughts of returning to your room and giving into his desires at bay. Sleeping in the same bed with you had blurred the lines of your relationship so dangerously that it took everything in him to remind himself that you deserved so much better than to have him shatter your trust in him by taking advantage of you and this situation.

"She deserves better than this. Better than you," he grumbled as he walked to his car to take out his running shoes.

With every pound of his feet on the pavement he tried to put it out of his mind the image of just how beautiful and peaceful you looked in bed. Tried to beat into submission the urge to crawl back under the covers next to you and roll the dice. The fantasy that perhaps if he pressed his body to yours your response would be to settle into his embrace. To press back.

Before he knew it three laps around the property turned into five. Then seven. Then ten. At the end of the tenth lap, Magnus somehow convinced himself that the distance he'd covered had placed a physical distance between him and the taunting image of you sleeping on the bed you two had shared last night.

He figured as well that enough time had passed and perhaps you'd woken up of your own accord, and you'd be alert and ready to get back on the road with him and get closer to cracking open the investigation.

There were two things that Magnus noticed once he'd returned to your shared room. First, you were out of bed, which only gave him the most temporary relief from the fantasies that were taunting him ever since he made the most foolish mistake of agreeing with you that you were both grown adults that could handle sharing a bed for the night while you were stranded.

The relief didn't last long because second, he heard the shower running. And now he struggled to even breathe knowing that mere feet away behind that closed bathroom door, you were naked and wet. And he wanted nothing more than to peel off the sweat-soaked layers of clothing on him and bring his daydreams to life.

"Stay where you are, Martinsson. If you give in, you'll lose her forever. Not to mention your badge," he grumbled to himself, burying his face his hands trying to put the mental image of what you might have looked like on the other side of the door well out of his mind.

That was until he heard a sound that seared itself into the darkest recesses of his most vivid fantasies. Whimpers that echoed off the tiles escaping through the bathroom door, followed by what sounded like a filthy variation of the talks he'd once heard you give yourself in the locker room before some of your more intimidating interrogations.

"Fuck's sake, Y/N, either think of someone other than Magnus Martinsson and get it over with so you can actually face him when you get back to the fucking car, or give up and turn the bloody shower on cold."

The air left Magnus' lungs once he heard the frustration that laced your tone. The words unraveling his restraint once it reached his ears. If knowing that you were on the other side of the door touching yourself already had his sanity and restraint hanging by a final thread, the realization that he was the subject of your fantasies snipped at that thread with the sharpest, most ostentatious shears known to man.

He never rushed to take his clothes off so fast in his life.

As soon as you heard Magnus step out of the room you rushed to the shower, trying your damnedest to get the vivid horny daydreams out of your system before he returned. You got close the first time, but then your mind wandered to how his lips felt on your skin when he kissed your neck. And then how those same soft lips kissed your forehead before he left the room.

And with every attempt it was like that elusive climax slinked away farther and farther, taunting you that the only way you could actually get to it was if you surrendered to the fact that the only way was letting the fantasy that starred the devastatingly attractive older man play out in your mind.

Screw it, it's no use, you told yourself, closing your fingers around the lever to turn the shower into its coldest setting.

Before you could change the temperature, a large hand closed around yours, fingers deftly prying yours away from the lever. Your body froze at the feel of another, equally naked body pressing against your back.

You couldn't help the shiver that ran through you when Magnus whispered your name, tracing his fingers up your spine and across your shoulder. Fuck, why was he doing this? you screamed inwardly. It was a bad enough situation why is he making it worse?

"Look, I'll stay in the back and I won't make a sound," you choked out, barely audible over the sound of the water. "You'll have my badge on your desk the moment we get back--"

"You will do no such thing." His words came out husked, laced with a combination of conviction and desperation that you couldn't rationalize for the life of you. "Turn around, sweet girl. Look at me."

You could feel your entire body tremble and shiver despite the hot water coming down, your knees shaking with every shuffling step you took to face him, not even sure where to look once you have. Ultimately you decided to shut your eyes, refusing to look anywhere for fear that your eyes might travel too far South.

"Magnus I'm sor--"

"Shh shh, darling." He tilted your chin upward. "Look at me, please. Let me see those beguiling eyes of yours." His thumb gently pressed on your quivering lips, tracing along your bottom lip until he coaxed you into a pout. You took a breath before opening your eyes, gasping when you caught sight of a soft smile on his face, looking at you with a gleam in his eyes that had your knees shaking even more. "There you are, sweet girl," he rasped, before leaning in and giving you a soft, tentative kiss.

You let out a whimper once he pulled away, causing him to let out a guttural sound before he pulled you flush against him. His erection pressed against your stomach, warm and pulsing on your skin.

"I won't have you apologizing," he told you huskily, hands traveling down your sides, squeezing your hips for a moment before stopping at the backs of your thighs. "And I won't have you resigning, either." He smirked at the little squeak that came out of you when your feet left the tiled floor, pressing you against the wall. "I won't have any of that talk from those perfect lips of yours."

He captured your lips with his in a kiss that stole your breath away, letting out a guttural sound against your mouth when your fingers weaved into his dampening curls. Your other hand dug into his shoulder as if holding on to any last remaining shred of your sanity while he maneuvered you so that your hips were lined up. "Magnus what're you--Oh f-f-fuck," you whimpered, your body shuddering in his hold as you felt him brushing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, teasing your entrance.

"The only thing I will have from now on, sweet girl, is you." His lips latched on to a spot between your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he slid into you in a single smooth motion, your walls more than slickened enough from your failed attempts just minutes ago to bring yourself to climax. "Fullkomlighet," he whispered into your neck. "Du känner dig som himlen."

The sounds of your combined moans filled the room as he moved in you, first in slow, measured thrusts and gradually getting more frantic until the sounds of your pleasure were cut through with the sharp wet snap as your hips met. Your mind in such a haze that you hadn't realized how close you were to the release you'd been chasing earlier until his hand went back down to where your bodies were connected, fingers quickly finding and flicking hurriedly at the underside of your clit.

"Magnus!"

"Let go. I need to feel you coming apart around me. Just let go with me. I've got you, min kärlek."

He muffled your high pitched screams slanting his mouth over yours, deliciously groaning into your mouth when your tongues met in a desperate tangle. His hand curled around the back of your neck, keeping you from breaking the kiss while your body completely weakened and surrendered to your climax.

The sound of the shower knob turning broke through your haze. "Hmm?" Your unarticulated question quickly turned into a squeal muffled by his mouth when he shifted his hold on you, his length still hard. Still throbbing. And still inside you.

He began to walk you out of the bathroom. He smirked against your lips when you began to whimper, every step he took making you bounce slightly on his cock.

It was only once he had you laid out under him at the center of the bed that he broke the kiss, giving you a soft peck and a nip at your bottom lip before pulling away, his face hovering a few inches above yours. "Breathe, min kärlek." He moved your hands above your head, capturing both your wrists in one large hand and pinning them down to the mattress. "We'll leave and get back on the road in a few hours."

Magnus started moving in you again, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss when you arched your back off the bed, feeling every ridge of him sliding against your walls. "Wait, Magnus what do you mean--"

"I'm going to need a little more time with you before I can even think of getting back in that car and enduring the rest of the day without touching you, sweet girl." He let out a sinful moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "And then when we finally finish this case, you're coming home with me. From now on you're mine, min kärlek. Are we clear?"

Your answer caused him to snap his hips into yours. "Yes, Sir."

A/N: I've finally finished this piece and hopefully I can bang out (pun absolutely intended) another one this week for Conrad. Yes, I know October's done, but the initial goal stories aren't yet. And the stretch goal stories, as promised, are definitely still coming.

And while we're on the subject of biting off more than I can chew, I've made the decision to join NaNoWriMo again this year, so let's see if I can meet that bonkers goal of 50k words 🫡

Hope y'all liked this piece of older!Magnus spice 😏 Please do prepare yourselves for the next piece, 'slow & soft' with James Conrad because at the moment that is a chonky boi with 4k words…and I've only just gotten to the smutty bits.

Translations: Fullkomlighet – Perfection Du känner dig som himlen. – You feel like Heaven min kärlek – my love

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Last Updated: 2024-03-08

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Magnus Martinsson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 �� Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ After Hours by glxssylaufey • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day at the office, you and your boyfriend Magnus return home. Not wanting to interrupt your relaxation, Magnus helps himself to relieve the stresses of the day."

✑ Bunnies in the Rain￨Prt. II by villainousshakespeare • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When your car breaks down on the drive back from a court appearance in another jurisdiction, you and Magnus […]

✑ Confessions of a Drunk Detective by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F〕 •

Summary: A few hours after responding to a drunken disturbance, Magnus shows up at your flat, absolutely smashed and causing a disturbance of his own.

✑ Evidence by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: Things get heated in the evidence room of Ystad police station.

✑ Knight with Curls and Blue Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Magnus has a crush on you—a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you..."

✑ Maintain Our Cover by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities [in order to maintain your cover]. [However,] you didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him."

✑ Reckless Girl￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you didn't show up for your date with Magnus, the last place he thought he'd find you was inside the Ystad police station…in a holding cell."

✑ Should We Tell Them? by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You've been engaging in a secret relationship with your coworker Magnus for the last few months. The same day that he started hinting at perhaps letting the team know, anonymous gifts and notes begin to appear at your desk."

✑ Stuck on You by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[Kurt volunteers you and Magnus] to demonstrate a new type of handcuffs. When the locking mechanism malfunctions, the two of you are forced to share a bed for the night until a replacement key is shipped."

✑ Trapped by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "You [had] a huge crush on Magnus since starting at the station. [However,] he is oblivious to all your attempts at flirting. [What happens when] the two of you are stuck staking at a warehouse [hoping to apprehend] some traffickers, [but] Instead, you get stuck in a room with no hope of escape."  

✑ What Could Go Wrong? by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The unit audit is killing Magnus. He isn't sleeping, ... causing him to fall asleep at work and forget things, like his date with you. [Moreover,] his attempts to make amends [Keep ending] in disaster."

✑ A Hidden God by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ A Spark by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •

✑ Adrenaline by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Get Rid of Me that Easy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Daddy's Home by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Do It for Her by the--blackdahlia • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Drinks on Me by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Finish What You Started by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Girl Next Door, the by just-the-hiddles • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Just Grab My A** by just-the-hiddles • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Life Saver by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Memories by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Sick Day by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Silver Lining by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Sleep on It by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Use Your Words by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Magnus would include… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Well, I'm not exactly an "Ask Me Anything" person by nature, so when I was tagged by @calamity-cain to answer a little question game, I retired under a rock to meditate for some time and produce my answers.

So, here goes:

relationship status: for ages with someone who still has no idea of who/what shares their bed.

favorite color: hmmmm… I’m a glutton when it comes to ANY colour. This can get irritating: it’s never just colours, but colours + matching + texture + shades + material… And if it’s all together, it hits like a train. So.... dark-red very scented velvet rosebud?

Some colours I adore in flowers, like delicate yellow/blue-purple irises, but as to wearing them, it's normally black, white or the occasional sand colour.

song stuck in my head: “Made in Italy” by Rosa Chemical

three favorite foods: although my approach to food is more theoretical than practical, which both sounds and IS stupid… Favorites… risotto with porcini mushrooms, the heretical version (with saffron), triglie al pomodoro (red mullet with tomato), any fish or shellfish recipe I don’t have to spend time cooking myself.

And… don’t ever ask an Italian to name just three foods… ;-D

last song I listened to: “Ghosts Again” by Depeche Mode

dream trip: California. I’d like to visit where the film industry was born, where it died and still haunts the place. Many of my loves from the Past and Present are there. Some at Hollywood Forever, like Rudy Valentino or Rozz Williams, but someone else in the world of the Living (they know who they are)!

last thing I googled: what changes DOWN THERE after re-assigning surgery, and how does that work? Well, yes. With respect, that it was.

... Oh! Under this rock I found some leftover answers from a past tagging by @meibruges Let's throw them out too!

Currently reading:

Tumblr everyday.

Endless curiosities I google instead of sleeping, with some recurrent obsessions, like plants propagation, languages, or types of fabric (when I’ll reach “types of ashes” that’ll have to stop, I’m told).

Fanfiction: anything @drachenkinder or @illwynd wrote or write.

Book: “Funeral Games”, by Mary Renault (basically glorified fanfiction of Alexander the Great), and “Bacchae”, yes, Euripides. 1) won’t pretend that was my idea. I found it quoted in wonderful fic “Dog in the Heart” by @thebookhunter, and got curious; 2) It’s GREAT.

Currently writing:

some obscure original narrative (nobody asked for), some Rozz Williams fanfiction, written in my heart’s blood (nobody asked for it either), some Lestat!Bowie WIP (somebody DID ask for it, some time ago, but please let them forget they did). Other: Bowie WIPs, BBC Sherlock WIPs... (may public mortification restore this pen to dignity).

Last series: Wallander. Late to the party, I know. But that was irresistibly sad.

Last movie: “Bones and All”. Guadagnino does it again: a good movie out of a bad book!

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury AND spicy. Sweet drives me a bit crazy in a bad way. But… what happened to bitter and sour? :-P

#question game #when animals hide

[just-the-hiddles]

12 Days Of Hiddlesmas | Day 1 | Magnus Martinsson | All I Want For Christmas Is You

A/N:   Twelve Days of Hiddlesmas is here!  Twelve stories, twelve characters.  Let’s dive in.  

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader

Summary: Magnus has been working overtime to pay for your Christmas present.  

Warnings:  car accident, cursing

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Magnus woke to his text message alert on his phone beeping. He didn’t remember falling asleep on the couch last night, wearing his work clothes from the night before. Magnus took every extra shift he could at the station to earn some overtime pay to buy your Christmas present. A beautiful necklace that caught your eye in the display at one of the stores Magnus never dared to shop at for fear of breaking something.

He fumbled to grab his phone to see who would be texting him. His face softened into a smile at the sight of your picture of his screen.

Hey babe, I know you have been busy working. Are we still on for dinner tonight to exchange gifts? I leave for my parents’ in the morning and I want to see you before I go. I miss you, babe. Love you.

He unlocked his screen to type back a quick message to you before showering.

I miss you too, darling. Of course we are still on for dinner. Dominick’s at 7. I can’t wait to see you. Love you more.

He sent the message and dragged himself to the bathroom for a quick shower to be followed by a cup of coffee before he was due back to the station for his regular shift. His eyelids drooped the entire drive and Magnus switched the radio to EDM to keep himself awake.

The entire shift dragged. Magnus swore the clock moved backwards at some point. The only thing keeping him upright was copious amounts of the thick office coffee. And a healthy dose of sugar. The words on his computer screen blurred in his vision.

“I’m just going to put my head down for a minute…” He muttered to himself before his head slammed down next to the keyboard and his eyes fluttered shut.

-

“Magnus!” Britt-Ann’s hands slammed against his desk. He bolted upright, arms flailing. He slipped off his chair, his legs flying akimbo until he steadied himself against the edge of the desk.

“Britt-Ann!” Magnus blinked several times, adjusting to the light of the office. He ran his hand through his blond curls. “What can I—”

“You were snoring. And your shift was over thirty minutes ago.” She smiled at him. “Go home and sleep. You have been burning the candle at both ends. You kiss that lovely girlfriend of yours.”

“WHAT TIME IS IT?”

“6:45. Why?”

“Shit!” He hissed. Magnus pulled on his coat, throwing his scarf around his neck and pushing his hat onto the top of his head. “I have to go! Merry Christmas!”

-

Magnus was fifteen minutes late. You paced outside, your feet growing colder by the moment. A buzz went off in your coat pocket, it was Magnus.

“Where are you?” you snapped back.

“Ma’am. This is the hospital. There was a car accident.”

Your knees buckled, and you leaned against the side of the building. “Is… he… Magnus…” you sobbed into the phone, tears freezing against your cheeks.

“He’s fine. Some scraps and bruises, maybe a cracked rib. But he can’t drive. You need to come and pick him up.”

“I’ll be there right away.” You already took off towards your car, not caring about the ice of the sidewalk.

-

They let you back to where they were dressing Magnus’s wounds. There was a deep laceration on his forehead. He told you later it was where his head hit the steering wheel. Magnus’s blond curls marred with a slash of red in them. You sobbed as you hugged him.

“I’m fine, darling. The car is in worse shape than me.”

“What happened?”

“I was so tired and I was running late for dinner. I didn’t pay attention when I pulled out and a truck sideswiped me.”

You cried into his shoulder. “I could have lost you, Magnus. Why were you so tired? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Magnus fidgeted in your embrace. “I was working. To earn some extra money.” He shifted away, sniffling. “For your present.”

You pulled back and screwed your face up in confusion, brows furrowed. “My present?”

“That necklace you admired in the shop. I meant to purchase it on my way to dinner tonight. But I fell asleep at my desk.” His cheeks turned a bright shade of red, matching his ruined curls.

You took his face into your hands with great care. “Honey, all I want for Christmas is you. In one piece.” You kissed him sweet, he winced as you kissed his split lip. “You are more important than any piece of jewelry or material object.”

Magnus wrapped his arms around your waist, ignoring the pain in his ribs. “You are more important too. I love you so much.” He returned the kiss.

“Now let’s go home and get you to bed. I am canceling my travel plans.” Magnus opened his mouth to protest. You cut him off as he stood up from the hospital gurney. “You wrecked your car. You’re not sleeping and you might have a concussion. Not to mention, I know there is no food in your apartment. You are staying with me. No discussion. My parents will understand.”

Magnus sagged against your side, kissing your temple. “I love you so much. Merry Christmas, darling.”

“Merry Christmas, Magnus. I love you too.” You kissed his cheek as the two of you made your way to your car.

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[justthehiddleswrites]

Answer the Phone | Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Summary:   You help Magnus blow off a little steam.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (m)  

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Magnus hated working the late shift at the station. He missed the hustle and bustle of the day shift, with everyone working. At night, only a skeleton crew remained unless there was a big case.

“Hey Magnus.” You dropped a stack of paperwork on his desk. His brows furrowed. “You looked stressed.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You know the job.” His breath hitched as you rubbed his shoulders.

“You need to learn how to relax, Magnus.” You pressed your boobs against his back. “Would you like me to help you relax?” you purred into his ear. His cock jumped.

“Um… yeah… sure.. My neck and shoulders are a little…” He stuttered.

You twisted his chair to settle under his desk. His eyes widened and he ran his hands through his mop of golden curls. “What are you—”

“I was thinking of something else.” You tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip. “And so are you.”

Magnus blushed. “But here in the office… Someone might see… or hear!”

“Well then you better be quiet.” You ran the tip of your tongue along him, tasting him.

Magnus suppressed a groan. “Be quick about it.”

You just winked as you took him into your mouth.

Magnus pressed his palms flat against his desk as he focused on not groaning out loud. His eyes closed as you suck on him, bringing him closer to release.

BRNNGG!

His eyes snapped to his phone. It rang again. You popped him out of your mouth.

“Answer the phone. I dare you.” you smirked.

Magnus picked up the receiver. “Ystad Police.”

You hummed against him as you could hear the strain in his voice. As added torture, you rang your fingernail along his balls. Magnus lurched forward in his chair.

“NO!” he yelped into the phone before regaining his composure. “No that would be the fire department.” You took him completely into your mouth and Magnus came as you fondled his balls while sucking.

“YES!” he moaned breathlessly to the poor person on the phone. “You’re welcome. Goodbye.”

You wiped your mouth and crawled out from his desk.

“Dirty pool.” Magnus growled.

You straightened yourself up. “I never said I would play fair. But if you would like a little payback, I will be in the locker room.” You winked while you walked out of sight.

Magnus tucked himself back into his pants glancing around to see if anyone noticed and made his way into the locker room.

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[glxssylaufey]

after hours [magnus martinsson]

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summary: magnus martinsson x fem!reader ; after a long day at the office, you and your boyfriend magnus return home. not wanting to interrupt your relaxation, magnus helps himself to relieve the stresses of the day.

warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, sub!magnus, dom!reader, masturbating, humiliation, oral sex, praise kink, mistress kink, mentions of spanking, exhaustion

a/u: my apologies, this one is a tad short. i wanted to keep it sweet and simple :) also this is not proofread, so this probably sucks, but still, i hope you enjoy!

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By the time Magnus had walked into your shared bedroom, the clock read 1:17 a.m. Once the curly haired boy stepped into the threshold, the sudden hitch in his throat permitted him from taking another step further.

In front of him was a sight to behold, one that caused his jeans to become tighter and tighter by the second. You laid peacefully on the bed in only a provocative nightgown, sleeping on your tummy with on leg bent upwards. Your position allowed Magnus the perfect view of your bare and glistening pussy, causing his breath to heave and his heart to race. Unable to take his eyes off your ravishing form, he allowed his hand to slowly snake down to palm his growing bulge.

He wanted nothing more than to climb between your legs and swipe his hot tongue against your slickness, waking you from your slumber with pleasure. Though, Magnus didn’t wish to wake you. He understood the hard work you’ve been putting in with Kurt for the past week and knew you needed the rest. But Magnus also knew he needed release and soon. He quietly slipped out of the bedroom and hastily shuffled into the bathroom. Magnus pressed his back flush against the door while he let out a sigh, his head falling back against the door. He’d have to be quiet in order not to wake you. Walking over to the mirror, he watched himself as he removed his clothes from his slender body. After peeling his shirt off, he admired the delicious sight in the mirror. His chest was littered with hickeys and marks all specially made by you. Magnus let out a shaky sigh as he ran his fingers over the red marks, remembering his previous night of fun with you.

“Magnus, do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Fuck!” Magnus cursed under his breath, the vivid images replaying beautifully in his mind.

“Y-yes, mistress.”

“And why is that?”

Magnus closed his eyes shut to reimagine everything vividly. Your voice. Your form. Your touch. His hands fell down to his front and he began to undo his belt to remove his trousers.

“Because, I was a bad boy.”

SMACK!

A soft moan escaped from Magnus’s lips when he remembered all the blissfully harsh spanks he received that night. He remembered the deep redness on his bottom and how difficult you made it for him to sit properly at work.

“Be specific, please.”

“I-I teased you.”

“And why were you teasing me, bunny?”

Magnus’s pants pooled at his ankles, leaving him in only his boxers. His painful erection strained against the fabric, making the curly haired boy groan in both pain and pleasure. Magnus hooked his fingers in the hem of his boxers before tugging them downwards along with his pants. His hard cock sprung free, pleading for his attention…

“I wanted attention.”

“And is that how good boys ask for attention?”

“No, mis-”

“Mistress!” Magnus moaned softly as he wrapped his hand around his twitching length, his swollen tip leaking with precum. He paid close attention to his volume, making sure not to make any noise to wake you. Magnus normally isn’t one for masturbation or taking his pleasure for himself. Though after seeing you exhausted after a long day at the police station, he knew you needed the rest. But of course, you were still the one swimming in his mind.

“No, mistress.”

“That’s better. Would you like your reward, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

Oh, his reward. Magnus’s cock grew harder just at the thought. His hand pumped faster, his blonde curls dropping against the wall as he gently tosses his head back in ecstasy. Sliding his back down the wall, he sits on the bathroom tile for better leverage. Soft whimpers escape his lips with the taste of your name on his tongue.

“Oh, mistress…” he whines, working his member faster.

“Oh, Magnus! Your tongue feels so good against my hot cunt, doesn’t it?”

“Mm, yes!”

“Yes!” Magnus moans, much louder this time.

“That’s it, baby. Make me cum!”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck!!”

“Magnus?”

Magnus’s eyes shot open at the sound of your tired voice, scrambling to pull his pants up. You stood in the doorframe of the bathroom wearing one of his oversized shirts.

“Y/N! What are you doing up?” he asked, completely flustered. The poor boy’s face went completely red with embarrassment.

“I heard you calling for me.” you said simply, gesturing towards your lover. “You were calling for me… weren’t you?”

Your sudden questioning confused Magnus, not exactly sure of what you were getting at. His baby blue eyes zipped all around the room, glancing at everything but you.

“Magnus. I asked you a question.” you said in a sterner voice, stepping closer towards him. “Were you calling for me?”

“Yes?” he said in an unsure tone.

You walked closer to him, causing his breath to hitch. Were you disappointed in him? Disgusted? All the possibilities made his head spin. Once you halted right in front of him, you bent down slightly to bring your finger under his chin and lift his head to bring his gaze to yours.

“Yes, what?”

Oh.

“Yes, mistress.” he replied, his hardness still throbbing beneath his trousers.

“Good boy.” you praise, running your fingers through his golden curls. Magnus hums at the way your fingers massage his scalp, adoring the way you knew all his sweet spots. “Now tell me what you were doing in here. All alone?” you whispered, never breaking the eye contact.

Magnus grew impossibly redder, completely embarrassed at your question. It seems you were also an expert at finding all the ways to rile him up as well.

“I-I…” he stammered at first, mumbling his words.

“Speak up, sweetheart.” you ordered gently.

Magnus cleared his throat and took another deep breath before speaking again with confidence.

“I was touching myself.” he spat quickly, utterly embarrassment. “I’m sorry, mistress.” You softly rub your fingers against his cheeks to soothe him.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, my sweet boy.” you hushed before pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

As you continued raking your fingers through his unruly hair, you slowly brought your lips to his ear. Your hot breath against his skin made him shiver and whimper silently.

“Do you need my help, bunny?” you whispered flirtatiously, snaking your hand downward towards his erection. Magnus let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Y-yes please, mistress.” he spoke desperately, moving his hands from his bulge to allow you access.

“Tell me what you need.” you whispered, tracing your fingers over the print of his throbbing cock. Magnus let’s out a soft gasp, trying not to buck his hips into your gentle touches.

“Your touch, mistress, please. I want you to touch me.” he spoke with puppy eyes.

You smirked, continuing to stroke him through his poorly fastened trousers. This caused a wet spot of precum to seep through his trousers, earning a chuckle from you.

“Oh, my poor boy. Already so sensitive and I haven’t even taken your cock out yet.” you cooed, causing Magnus’s breath to labor.

“I’m sorry, mistress. I-I just want you.” he sighed. His throbbing member was growing painful.

Magnus moves boldly, moving his hands to undo his pants yet again. You quickly halt him, removing his hands to undo the button yourself.

“You’ve been working so hard, Magnus. Let your mistress take care of you tonight.” you said freeing his impossibly hard cock. You stroked him slowly, causing his head to fall back with a gasp of pleasure.

“Thank you, mistress!” Magnus choked a sob.

“What do you want, Magnus? How should I reward my good boy?” you teased, rubbing in a bead of precum across his swollen tip.

“M-may I possibly…” Magnus pauses, too embarrassed to ask any further. Though you knew he knew better than to not use his words. You give his shaft a light warning squeeze, making his hips buck.

“Your mouth!” he confessed. “I want you to use your mouth, mistress. Please?” You smirk at his desperateness, lowering yourself down to his needy dick.

“Such a good boy.” you praised. “You may cum whenever you want.”

“Thank yo-” Magnus was quickly cut off by a loud moan when you took his shaft deep into your mouth, letting the fine hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose slightly.

You raised yourself off his dick to wrap your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue skillfully. Magnus watches you with loving eyes, admiring the sight of your hot mouth on his cock. Listening to your lover’s sweet whimpers and moans, you continue bobbing your head up and down. You moan around his dick, sending pleasing vibrations through his entire body.

“Your mouth feels incredible.” he groans. “May I touch you?” Despite your dominate attitude, you still blush at the way Magnus’s asks permission.

“Of course, darling.” you say before licking a stripe along a vein on his shaft. Magnus brings his hand to rest on the top of your head, rubbing loving circles into your scalp.

“Thank you, mistress.” he sighs, screwing his eyes shut. He lets his fingers to glide through your silky hair, smiling slightly at the feeling.

As you continued to work your mouth, you allowed Magnus to give your hair light tugs whenever you gave his thick cock a particularly hard suck. You feel his dick begin to twitch in your mouth, signaling he was close to release.

“Mistress! I’m close!” he warned, bucking into your mouth. You push his hips down with your hands, quickening your pace. Magnus grabs a fist full of your hair to push you down onto his dick slightly.

With one last cry, Magnus shoots thick ropes of cum down your throat and onto your wet tongue. You bob your head on his cock one last time to allow him to ride out his blissful orgasm. Swallowing his sticky seed, you tuck away his softened member before zipping his trousers back up. Magnus pants above you, his eyes still closed in pure ecstasy. After buckling his pants back up, you move to sit on his lap, nestling your head into the nape of his neck.

“Better?” you ask sweetly. Magnus hums before turning his head to press a kiss on the top of your head.

“Very.” he chuckles. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Anything for my good boy.”

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[fadingfics]

TH HBC Kinktober 18

October 18th - Phone Sex/Sexting - Magnus

@the-th-horniest-book-club​​

MagnusMartinsson/Reader. He’s home alone and bored.

This is your fault.

The text read. It wouldn’t have meant much if it wasn’t for the picture. A dick pic. His dick, to be more specific. You’d recognize it anywhere. You felt your cheeks warm up and you gulped hard.

- You asshole, I’m in a meeting!!! - Was your reply.

And I miss you.

- It’s your day off, not mine.

Magnus sent yet another pic, this time he was fisting his cock. Its head was bright red with a tiny pearl of precum on the tip.

You hid the phone under the table while your co-workers looked expectantly at you. You cleared your throat and carried on talking where your partner left off. You had put the phone on silent mode for the meeting, but it still vibrated against your thigh. You ignored it for several minutes, until the meeting was wrapping up.

You should have stayed here with me. Fake sick or something. I’m having to take care of things by myself.

Another picture of his cock almost at full hardness covered the screen.

Okay, ignore me. I’ll be over here thinking of all the things I’d like to do to you.

A picture of his tongue stuck in between two of his fingers accompanied the text. It sent a shiver down your spine and a wave of heat pooled in your groin. You put the phone back on your thigh and waited for the meeting to be over. At last, everyone was dismissed and you all but ran to the bathroom.

You opened the chat to see a short video of Magnus stroking his cock slowly, his low moans could be heard in the background.

- You are in so much trouble.

Am I going to be punished? 😏😉

You pressed your lips, and thighs, together.

- Wanna know what I’m going to do when I get home?

Please?

- I’m gonna wrap my lips around that tip and suck until your eyes are able to see the inside of your skull.

You locked yourself in a stall and dropped your underwear, sending him a pic of your wet pussy, one of your fingers on your clit.

- Then I’m gonna sit this pussy on your face and use those ridiculous curls on your head to steer you as you eat it. And you better eat it good, cause otherwise your cock ain’t getting anywhere near it.

You waited for a moment. Magnus had read the text, but he wasn’t typing and hadn’t replied yet. Biting back a snicker, you typed again.

- Now stop touching yourself. If you come before I do, we’re not having sex in a week.

Silence. You stared at your phone for a whole minute before you saw Magnus was typing.

That is not nice.

You sent him a selfie, licking your slick off your fingers and winking at the screen.

- Who ever said I was nice?

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[holdmytesseract]

Request from @anukulee to @holdmytesseract

Title: Getting Her Out Of My Head

Plot: Magnus can’t stand her, she reminds him too much of what he has seen at work, time after time. As he watches his work tear people apart. Yet still she fights him even when he knows far better. Despite this he finds himself more and more drawn to her, and what happened when he may finally have to put his big boy pants on.

Magnus age range; 30 - 42 (at most)

Reader age range; 25 (fresh out of the academy), - 29 (oldest)

POV: Magnus

Concepts: Enemies to lovers, male falls hard, male pov, grumpy x sharp tongue sunshine, and angst with happy ending.

The Quarrel of Lovers Is The Renewel of Love

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: You are Magnus Martinsson's reckless protégée; acting headless and not listening to a word he says - what gets you in a dangerous situation in the end... And the policeman to confess his feelings...

Warnings: Magnus PoV?, police things, mentions of guns, knives and drugs, fluff, angst, dangerous situation, mutual pining? age gap

Word Count: 2,7k

a/n: I'm so sorry this took me so long, friend! I changed the title - what I hope is okay! Also, I really hope that you like what my brain came up with! :)

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"Hey, Martinsson!" One of the other detectives inside the big office at the police station in Ystad called out to the curly haired man, who was currently standing in front of the printer; trying to get the stubborn device to work again.

He lifted his gaze at the call of his name; eyes searching the room for the source of the voice. It was Clas Anderson - one of the rare colleagues Magnus didn't get along with. He was just way too arrogant and smart-aleck for his liking. The blond haired man took a deep breath and called out: "What is it, Clas?" His colleague responded with a spiteful smirk. "When do you finally learn to get your chaotic apprentice under control, huh?" Magnus rolled his eyes with a big sigh, "What did she do this time?" and abandoned the printer, in order to walk over to his colleague.

"Acting headless - as always. Even on observation. I won't take her with me again." Clas stepped closer, almost in a threatening way. "Y/L/N is your responsibility. Talk sense into her, damnit." Anderson pressed his pointer finger into the hard muscle of Magnus' chest. "Or I'm paying the executive floor a visit and tell them you're not fitting this role." The detective sighed. "I know that. I'm already doing everything I can, but she just won't listen. She's stubborn." "I don't care, Martinsson. That's your problem. Fucking fix it." With a snarl and a last threatening look, Clas brushed past Magnus.

It's been already almost six months since Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team in Ystad - but it passed for Magnus with almost no progression. He was chosen to be the young, aspiring detective's mentor. He had the duty to teach her; show her how a police officer should work. Take her under his wing. It sounded great in the beginning. Magnus' chest filled with pride, knowing that he was trusted with such a task. Over the years, he had definitely become one of the most important officers for the team. He got older; more mature - and it showed. Magnus knew exactly what he was doing. Kurt had taught him well.

But the excitement about this new chapter in his work life subsided soon... As soon as he met the quirky, young and talkative woman he should guide through her first years as a police officer - just like Kurt had guided him. Well, sometimes more, sometimes less, but that wasn't the point. From the first meeting between him and Y/N, he immediately felt that this wasn't going to work. Their perspectives were just too different. Y/N was reckless, stubborn and acted often headless. She didn't follow his instructions, which often put her in danger. Luckily no real danger, but it was enough to infuriate the curly haired man.

He did his best to not let her get under his skin, but Magnus couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, she was his 'apprentice' and 'responsibility'. It annoyed him to the core. She annoyed him to the core and yet he wasn't able to just turn his back on her. He couldn't. He didn't want to - and every night, he asked himself why. It could be so easy for him. One word was enough.

Magnus shook his head; ripping himself out of his deep thoughts. He ran a hand through his meanwhile dark blond mane. His curls had become visibly darker with the years.

He had grown. Not just mentally.

"Let's get this over with..." He sighed and made his way out of the room and down the hall to his office. Yes, he had a very own office by now. Walking through the glass door, he already saw her seated there; innocently playing with the slighty too long sleeves of your light blue blouse. Magnus swallowed. He didn't actually really want to do this, but he had to.

Rather loudly, he closed the door behind himself; causing her to jump slightly. "Y/L/N..." The detective addressed her sternly with her surname. "What happened during observation with Anderson?" His deep blue eyes settled on her smaller frame; watching her scrunch her nose and shrugging her shoulders. "I just did what I thought was right." Y/N answered nonchalantly. Magnus frowned; not quite believing her. "Clas said you acted headless. Again." The woman with the Y/H/C scoffed. "I didn't act headless! I just wanted to interfere, before-" The older detective gritted his teeth; tired of her constant excuses and her not owning up to her obvious mistakes.

Clas may be an arsehole - but he was an experienced detective and certainly not stupid.

Magnus had a long thread of patience, but it came how it had to come someday... He lost it. "You know what, Y/L/N? I don't want to hear it! Don't waste your breath! This is going to lead nowhere - like all our serious conversations do! It's pointless, until you finally stop being so utterly stubborn and headless and listen to me - or other experienced detectives!" Y/N stood up from her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not a newbie anymore, Magnus! I know what I'm doing!" Magnus shook his head. "No, you don't! You don't have the experience! I never said that you're a newbie! Sure, you know your job, but sometimes you just should listen to me! It'll get you in serious trouble sometime! I can assure you that!"

The woman groaned in frustration and rounded the desk; stepped closer to her mentor. So close, that she was almost chest to chest with him. "I don't think I'm the problem. You are. You didn't like me from the first day. Don't pretend it isn't true! You just don't trust in my skills enough is all!"

The curly haired man felt the blood boil within his veins. Why was she so annoying and unreasonable? "No, that is not true! I just don't want you getting yourself hurt or even killed! We're not dealing with kid stuff like neighbour fights or drunkards behind a steering wheel, no..." He sighed; pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, we are dealing with the heavy stuff. Raids, drug businesses and murder! I've seen what this job can do to people! I know what can happen, so please... Please let me talk some sense into you right now!" His apprentice stepped even closer. So close, that he could feel her warm breath on his face. "I know what we are doing, Magnus. I'm neither stupid, nor blind. Learn to trust me more. Have some confidence in me and stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

She held his hard gaze for a few seconds, then walked past him; "My shift it over. I'll see you tomorrow." and left him behind in his office.

Magnus wanted to scream and throw something against the wall. Why does she had to make things so difficult? It could be so easy! After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down at his desk; closing his eyes for a short moment. "This woman is going to break my nerves..." The curly haired man muttered to himself; opening a file he had to work on.

Only a mere week later happened exactly that what Magnus always tried to prevent from happen. Y/N's recklessness got her into a dangerous situation...

The pair was on observation duty today; for a case involving a drug business. Their suspect was a young man; living in the poorer district of Ystad. Together, Magnus and Y/N walked to the detectives car. "Remember, Y/N... We are just on observation, okay?" She opened the passenger door; giving him a smile. "Sure, Mags! I got it. Loosen up a little." Eyeing her for another moment, he sat inside the car; slamming the door shut.

The older police officer drove them to their destination - a very old, bedraggled building at the edge of the town. It has been reported that this was a 'famous' drug business destination, so... And besides was their suspect spotted here before. Magnus parked the car a bit offsides; not to attract any attention. And with that, the observation started. It took a long few hours until something was happening in front of the building... A car stopped right in front of it. Somebody was getting out of the vehicle.

The curly haired man grabbed his binocular. "It's him. It's Bergman." The young police officer reached for her binoculars as well. "Looks like he's waiting for someone." Magnus agreed. "Yes..."

"Let's get closer."

The curly haired man shook his head. "No, Y/N. We are just observing, remember?" "Yes, but-" "No buts. We are staying in this car." The young woman inhaled deeply. "Yes, boss."

"Stop calling me that." "Why?" "Because I don't like it and you know it." She giggled. "Alright... Boss."

Magnus rolled his eyes; feeling his nerves stressed out again. "Y/N, I swear, if you don't-" "Oh my gosh, this is a drug deal! We are witnessing one of Bergman's drug deals!" She suddenly interrupted her mentor; gazing through the binoculars again, "Look!" and reached over to slap the elder man's shoulder. Martinsson did what Y/N asked him to do and watched the scenes unfold through his binoculars.

He swallowed. "It seems like it, yes." "We have to intervene, Magnus! We have to do something!" For the nth time, the curly haired detective shook his head. "No, we won't," he hissed. "If we do that now, just intervene and something gets wrong, we- Y/N, stop!"

He shouldn't have averted his eyes from his protégée. A mistake with consequences.

The last thing he saw of her, was how she stormed out of the car; weapon drawn. "Damnit!" Magnus cursed; slamming his hands down on the steering wheel, before running them through his thick curls. Quickly reaching for the binoculars again, he watched her every step; his fingers curling tightly around it.

Don't act with precipitation, don't act with precipitation, Magnus repeated the words like a prayer inside his head. Keep a cool head.

He watched how Y/N sneaked up towards the building and the two men; clearly with the intention to corner them - and that's what the young police officer did, but without success.

One of the two men (not the main suspect) broke out in panic and fled. Magnus swallowed; still watching. She went to approach Bergman; wanted to arrest him, but it didn't go how she planned this. Exactly that happened, what Magnus always had been afraid of... Y/N's headlessness got her into a dangerous, life threatening situation...

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was about to put handcuffs around Bergman's wrists and the next she found herself in the clutches of another man - probably their suspect's friend or henchman, with her gun on the ground and a knife pressed snugly against her neck. That was the moment Magnus lost it. He had to intervene. He needed to save this reckless woman and protect her. At all costs. He knew that he should call for backup and get this done the right and proper way, but he couldn't. Seeing Y/N with a knife pressed against her neck, caused the attentive policeman to lose it.

Magnus' heart dropped into his gut. It made him act headless, too.

He stormed out of the car; slamming the door shut behind himself. As fast as possible, he sneaked his way over. Magnus' heart was thumping against his ribcage; adrenaline, fear and nervosity flooded his system. Gritting his teeth and taking a few deep breaths, he left his hideout - gun drawn and loaded. "Ystad polisen! Släpp kniven!" The man's eyes who held Y/N widened, while Bergman wanted to reach for his own weapon. Something Magnus halted. "Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu!" Then he turned to face the other young man. "Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå!"

The man with black hair scoffed. "Varför ska vi låta henne gå?" The curly haired detective gritted his teeth. He saw only two ways out of this... Actually one. Shooting them was definitely not an option.

He looked over at Y/N. He saw how the young woman trembled in the bulkier man's arms; trying to hold back the tears.

Magnus swallowed hard. "Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå." As a sign that he really meant it, the detective engaged the safety of his gun and threw it away, before he lifted his hand in surrender. Y/N's eyes widened at the foolish behaviour of Magnus. She had never seen him acting like this before.

"Låt henne nu gå."

The two men looked at each other and nodded. The black haired one threw Y/N aside and both started to run; quickly vanishing out of their sight.

Magnus didn't hesitate; was quick to rush immediately at Y/N's side. "Are you alright?" He asked; concerned eyes scanning her body as he crouched down beside her; wrapping his arms around her body. The young police officer nodded; still a bit trembling. Magnus didn't hesitate; lifted her up and carried her back towards the car, bridal style.

After sitting her in the passenger seat and getting a blanket from the trunk to wrap around her; he started the engine and pulled the car back on the road.

No one said a single word on the entire ride. Magnus was still trying to process what happened and Y/N was still way too shocked and shaken. Instead of driving back to the police station, took Magnus Y/N to his home, where he guided her up the stairs and sat her gently down on the sofa; blanket still wrapped around her. Minutes later, she had a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

"Thank you," the young woman mumbled quietly. "Of course," Magnus reassured her and sat down beside her. "Do you feel better?" She nodded; taking a small sip from the tea. Once more they sat in silence, until Y/N finally had the bravery to ask the question which was ghosting through her head already the whole car ride. "Why did you do that?"

The curly haired man's eyes snapped up to meet Y/N's. He swallowed hard; nervously rubbing his palms together.

"Because I had to."

She shook her head. "No... You didn't. You were acting headless. Something you never did before..."

He wanted to scream. Again. The realisation which had dawned on him after he went to save her was like a punch into the guts. Deep down he knew it, but nevertheless didn't see it coming.

"Well... Perhaps this is just what people do when they're in love."

"W-What?" Y/N blinked; visibly didn't see that coming. "I-In love? A-Are you trying to say that-"

"I've fallen in love with you, yes."

Silence.

"I-I don't know what to say, I..." Magnus gave her a gentle smile, despite that he felt like dying inside. "You don't have to say anything, Y/N." He knew that his feelings weren't reciprocated. Why should they? What would Y/N want with a man who was almost ten years older than her? "You wanted an honest explanation. I gave you one and that was it. This is an issue I have to deal with, not y-" The detective got interrupted and literally overwhelmed that her lips were suddenly on his; massaging them gently and encouraging him to kiss back.

It felt surreal. Like a dream - but he couldn't help himself but to give in and melt into the kiss.

"So... Does that mean my feelings are reciprocated?" He panted against her lips; smiling. Y/N scoffed playfully. "Didn't I make that very clear?" Magnus shook his head. "No, no, I think you need to give me a few more evidences." She smirked.

"Gladly."

Translation:

Släpp kniven! - Drop the knife!

Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu! - Don't even think about it! Hands behind your head, now!

Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå! - And you are going to drop that knife and let her go!

Varför ska vi låta henne gå? - Why should we let her go, huh?

Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå. - Let her go and I'll let you go.

Låt henne nu gå. - Now let her go.

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Summary: When you didn't show up for your date with Magnus, the last place he thought he'd find you was inside the Ystad police station…in a holding cell

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: talks of injuries; cliffhanger at the end

Things to be aware of: established relationship

"Why so glum, Martinsson? Not enough sleep?" Kurt clapped a hand on the curly blond haired detective's soldier, jerking him out of his worry spiral. "Girl trouble?"

Magnus lifted his chin from his joint fists, unable to iron out the furrow between his eyebrows. "Something like that…Y/N, my girlfriend. We were supposed to meet after my shift last night and she never showed. Hasn't called or texted either."

"Maybe she ghosted you, lad," Svedberg jested from his desk. "Had enough of the barflies clinging about you, did 'erself a favor."

"No," he said with conviction. "She wouldn't do that, that's not her." You'd been dating for long enough that he knew you wouldn't just disappear from his life with no contact like that. There was something else going on, there had to be. Another reason why you weren't at the restaurant last night. Another reason you weren't picking up your phone.

"Maybe try her again," Kurt offered. "If you still have nothing, you can always find a reason to patrol around her area and pay your girl a visit."

"Really? You won't be cross if I did?"

"For anyone else I'd suspend them on the spot if they attended to matters of the heart while on duty but I'd rather have the brightest bulb in the station actually functioning in the station, rather than have his mind wandering off to where his lady could be." He gave the younger detective a tight smile, knowing full well that had he been in Martinsson's spot, he'd be doing the same thing. "Try her again."

This time your phone rang twice before someone answered. "This is the Ystad holding area, and the owner of this mobile has been detained until--"

"Officer Jansen?"

"Detective Martinsson? Why are you calling--"

"Where's Y/N? This is her phone I've been trying to reach her since last night and--"

"Well last night a Ms Y/L/N was brought here for holding and we confiscated this phone off her person. Drunk and disorderly behavior," Jansen offered.

Just then another voice, your voice, spoke through the line. "Hey, the other guy was drunk and disorderly, it's not my fault the wanker couldn't fight!"

Magnus took a deep breath, a mix of both frustration and relief. Mostly the latter knowing now where you were exactly and that he would most likely see you in the next few minutes. "Jansen, I don't know what she did but I can guarantee you she probably had a good reason for it. Could you maybe…I dunno, let her off with a warning? I'll talk to her, make sure this doesn't happen again."

There was a deep sigh from the other end of the line before the officer spoke again. "Fine. She doesn't have a record, and the other guy seems to be too embarrassed to press charges seeing as he got his arse beat by a woman, so her name stays clean. But if this happens again--"

"It won't," he answered, a little less conviction in his tone. "Could you please send her here, though? I've been on edge since last night."

"Say no more, I'll have her there with an escort in a few minutes."

It didn't take long until another officer from the holding area stepped into the detectives area, and Magnus finally laid his eyes on you. And he saw red.

The second the officer uncuffed you, he was rushing over, placing his hands on your shoulders trying to assess the damage done. Your neck was red and purple, the skin of your knuckles split and bloodied, cuts and scrapes all over your face. There even seemed to still be specks of dirt in some of the wounds.

"Hello, sweetie," you spoke after a few moments of him taking stock of the injuries you sustained, wincing when you tried to give him a smile and it opened the wound on your lip that had only healed a fraction of the way the night before. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the restaurant--"

"Never mind that, darling," he waved off your apology, taking your hands in his and pressing his lips to the backs of your fingers, being careful not to touch any injured portion of your skin. "All I care about right now is that you're safe." He jerked his head over to his desk. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. And then you can tell me what happened. Starting with who dared lay a hand and bloody up my precious angel's face like this."

"My sister Stella's in town and we went out straight after my shift to grab some drinks--Ach." You flinched at the stinging of the alcohol-soaked cotton round that he pressed to the cut on your cheek.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, ignoring the teasing remarks from the other detectives on the floor as he tended to your wounds. "But we have to get these cleaned out so they don't get infected. We've already lost so much time since these just stayed as they were the entire time you were in that holding cell."

"I know I know," you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut when he resumed disinfecting the cuts. "It's not my first fight, you know. Still stings like a right bitch every bloody time, though."

He finished dressing the wounds on your face before moving to your cut and bruised knuckles. "Did no one even come to check on you before they booked you last night?" he grumbled, seeing the caked blood and dirt around these wounds as well.

"No. Everyone's attention was mostly on the other guy, making sure he got to the hospital safe and all that."

"Ah, so you're the mystery assailant," Kurt spoke up, walking up to Magnus' desk. "I just got off the phone with the hospital about some professional pick-up artist, whatever the shite that is, and how he refuses to press charges because if anyone knew what happened to him it'll ruin his image." He stuck out a hand toward you. "Kurt Wallander, I'm Magnus' supervising officer."

You gave him a little wave in response. "Not exactly how I pictured meeting Magnus' workmates, but I'll take it. Hi. Y/N Y/L/N, pleased to make your acquaintance. I'd shake your hand but--"

"I'll be quite cross with you if you split open your wounds over pleasantries, sweetheart," the blond detective butted in. He turned to his supervisor. "Hang on the case you were called to this morning? The assault victim? That was--"

"Hold on…if the wanker didn't press charges, does the word 'assailant' still apply to me?"

"Yes," both men said at once.

"But I'm willing to consider this a case deservedly closed since firstly, the pervert wanker chose not to press charges. And second, he's had it coming for a long while. Man's got an entire binder of reports for sleazeball behavior, but we just don't have the laws here yet to book someone for unjust vexation," Kurt told you both before addressing you directly. "Just don't make a habit out of getting detained or else I won't be able to do anything about the station giving your boyfriend grief over dating a 'bad girl'." He put the last bit in air quotes, jerking his head over at the desks of the jeering detectives on the other side of the floor.

"I'll do what I can," you shot back, scrunching your nose in place of a smile. "But in my defense, he was getting handsy with my sister and she's a little too peaceful and zen that the woman wouldn't hurt a fly, I had to."

"Careful, darling. Wallander here has a soft spot for the hero types, he might just issue you a gun," Magnus joked, finishing up on your knuckles and pressing a soft kiss to the bandages.

"Considering that the man you put in the hospital is just one in a large group of men doing much of the same?" the senior detective shot back. "I might just, might even give Linda one just to err on the side of caution and all that." He took a finger at you. "You be careful out there. Willing to bet my badge you ticked off a good few unstable men with egos bigger than their brain power. Some of them might be capable of a bit more than a few cuts and scrapes. And might be on the hunt for who put one of their own in casts and stitches."

"I'll keep safe. Thank you, Detective Wallander." You stood up and gave an awkward wave, making a motion to start walking out of the station. "I should get going. Wouldn't want to take up more of Magnus' time while he's at work."

That got the blond detective shooting out of his seat. "I'll see you out, then." He led you out the station, hand securely at your waist as he made sure you could walk properly. "Go straight home, tell your sister you're safe and you're not going to jail. And then tomorrow, how about we meet for breakfast after you've had some rest?"

"Yes, Sir," you answered playfully before throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you, Mags," you whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek. "I love you."

His heart caught in his throat at your words. You'd never said it first before. "I love you, too, little spitfire." He tucked his fingers under your chin, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before letting you go. "I'll see you in the morning."

Only when morning came, he sat at the restaurant near the station all alone, letting a whole hour pass before concluding that you weren't coming once again. Going off of what had transpired the day before, he showed up at the Ystad police station's holding area a good hour ahead of his shift, ready to try his luck at talking your way out of whatever situation you'd gotten yourself into.

"Morning, Martinsson," Jansen greeted him once the officer caught sight of the blond curls descending the stairs. "What brings you here so early--"

"Is Y/N here? Again?"

The officer began typing away at the system, giving commentary along the way. "She's a bit of a baddie, isn't she? Getting booked there twice in just as many days--Huh…" Jansen tilted his head in confusion at the information on the screen. "I don't see anything from last night's records. Maybe check the holding cells just in case? Sorry, Martinsson."

Magnus let out a sharp exhale, the frustration radiating off him in waves. "No worries. Thanks, Jansen." He set off toward the three holding cells they had in the station, only one of them being occupied by a drunk driver that was booked last night and was awaiting for his wife to bail him out. The other two were empty and clean as a whistle, no sign of anyone having even been there in the last 24 hours.

He picked up his phone and tapped on your name, his heart thundering in his ears as he waited for you to answer. "Please tell me you just slept in, sweetheart," he mumbled, his body already shaking with every second his call went unanswered.

But then the line got picked up, and his heart lodged itself in his throat.

"Hello?" The voice of a woman. But not yours.

"Who is this?" he nearly barked at the stranger's voice. "Where's Y/N?"

"I'm Stella, her sister, hold on who the hell are you?"

"Magnus, her boyfriend. Where's your sister? Why do you have her phone?" His tone became more impatient.

"She was supposed to meet me last night for dinner. Told me she needed to get some rest after what happened the other day that got her arrested," your sister explained, the answer making the detective even more panicked. "She never showed, figured she slept too long and I'd pick her up for some breakfast, but--" Her breath hitched on the other line, a jagged exhale coming through from her end as she composed herself. "She's not here. And the place is a mess. Hang on--If you're the boyfriend, you're the detective, right?"

"Y-Yes, yes I am." He could barely manage the words; he felt so hollow inside, dreading what words he would hear next.

"I'd like to report a crime, then," Stella spoke, her voice wavering as she tried to put up a brave front. "My sister's missing, there's blood on the floor. Someone's hurt my sister."

A/N: Eeeeeee I'm so excited to give this one to y'all! It's been a while since I started on another request and when I tell you that the words just started flying when I got into the vibe that this story was gonna give. I know I know…there's a cliffhanger…but there will be a part 2 in a few days and we're gonna see just what happened after YN left the station…

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Last Updated: 2023-12-12

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❆ Mistletoe￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 〔E᜶F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "Magnus opened his big mouth to his family and gotten himself into a spot of trouble this holiday season. He told them he has a girlfriend coming home for Christmas but he is currently unattached. He turns to you for help, the new transfer to Ystad station, and you just happen to have no plans. Unbeknownst to Magnus, you are harboring a secret crush for him. Can you keep your feelings in check or will you crack?"

❆ All I Want for Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

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Forensics to Romantics (Magnus Martinsson x Reader)

Chapter Five: Sealing Looks

Part 5/?

Words: 868

(Y/N's POV)

It had been about a month since Magnus and I became partners and things had been going pretty smoothly. Although, he did keep asking me the same question again and again, but I would always just dismiss it. This time, he wasn't giving up.

"Just tell me," He pleaded as we sat at a small table eating launch in one of the break rooms. "When we were at the crime scene when I first started working here, one of the CSI team members gave you some sort of letter. I thought it was the search warrant, but when we got to her house Lance gave it to you. Whatever you were given before didn't have anything to do with that murder did it? Come on Y/N, just tell me, it's been eating me for weeks."

"Fine," I said setting my drink down on the table and looking him in the eyes. To say that I wasn't impressed with Magnus noticing the exchange would have been a lie, but I would never tell him that. Magnus seemed surprised that I was going to actually answer his question after weeks of him asking. "I will tell you, Martinsson, only because if I hear you ask me one more time, I will probably do something that would most likely get me fired, but you can't tell anyone else. Got it?"

Magnus nodded and I could see the excitement of finally knowing what was in the letter.

"It was another attempt to have me work with him," I began to say with an annoyed tone in my voice. "Even though I have told Mycroft time and time again I wasn't interested in his "little undercover mission" he is still trying to get me to accept."

"Wait," Magnus began after the look of shock left his face.

"You are telling me, Mycroft Holmes, like Mycroft runs the British Government Holmes wants you for a mission, and you said no?"

"Yes," I said taking a drink from my cup. "That's exactly what I'm telling you. I don't want to be another one of his go-to fallback operatives when he needs to do something to look good for the rest of his Embassy friends, not after the last time."

I didn't mean to say that last part out loud, but I was distracted by my thoughts and it just slipped. I could see the gears turning in Magnus' head after I had finished, he was smart enough to know there was something bigger going on and he knew better than to push it right now.

"I see," Magnus said and looked away, his blonde curls falling slightly over his blue eyes. "Well, just getting asked work for Mycroft must mean you are good."

"Like you didn't already think I was good," I said in a joking tone, a small smile now on my lips. "Your jaw basically hit the ground when we met at that crime scene."

"What can I say?" He flashed me a smile. "You were amazing back there. I've never seen anyone do what you did."

"Oh, shut it Martinsson," I said cleaning up my spot at the table and rolling my eyes at him. "We have a job to get back to."We both cleaned up and went back to where the decks are, and I could see Janna and Jake talking to each other."Hey, Magnus," Jenna said when she saw us walk in. "Hey Y/N."

"Hello," I said with a nod and sat down at my desk. "Any developments on the jewel thief case you two have been working on?"

"No," Jake said in an annoyed tone. "Two weeks and still nothing."

"It's true," Jenna looked over at him and then back at me. "We had a few leads, but they all came up empty."

"You know," Magnus began to say, joining the conversation. "Y/N and I aren't on a case, we could give you a hand if you would like."

Jake scoffed and looked back down at his computer screen, and obviously didn't like the thought of working with Magnus and I any more than he had to.

"That would be great," Jenna said either not noticing or not caring about Jake's annoyance. "It would be helpful to have a fresh set of eyes."

I saw the look and Jake's face and knew he had some things he wanted to say to us, most likely cured, but he kept them to himself.

As the four of us worked together, I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and saw Magnus staring at me, but once I saw him, he quickly looked back down at his work.

What was that about?

Through the course of the day, I caught Magnus looking at me seven times, but didn't bring it up to him.

When the day came to an end, we were a bit closer to solving the case, much to Jake’s dismay. We all said our goodbyes and went home. The whole ride back, I couldn’t stop thinking about Magnus, and how he kept stealing glacises at me all day.

I walked into my house and locked the door behind me, and make my way to the shower, thinking maybe that would clear my head.

A shower and a good night’s sleep, that would surely get the handsome detective out of my head.

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What Could Go Wrong? | Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader

A/N: Just a fun little story.  Another one of those putting a character into a situation where everything does wrong.  And poor Magnus seems like he would get into trouble.

Pairing:  Magnus Martinsson x Female Reader

Summary:  The unit audit is killing Magnus.  He isn’t sleeping, which is causing him to fall asleep at work and forget things, like his date with you.  His attempts to make amends end in disaster.

Warnings:  Smut (vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), orgasm delay), cursing, fire, allergies

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“Magnus!” Kurt yelled, pounding his fist on the desk next to Magnus’s head.

Magnus snapped upright, blond curls bouncing. His eyes wide in panic.

“What? Huh?! What?” Magnus’s head darted around the room. Kurt struggled to hold his laughter in.

“Magnus.” He shook his shoulder. “You fell asleep at your desk again. Are you not sleeping?”

Magnus chuckled and raked his hand over his curls. Not that you could tell, as the unruly curls fell haphazardly. “Something like that. This unit audit is killing me.”

Kurt sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. “You have nothing to fear, Magnus. You keep meticulous records.” Kurt raised his voice. “Unlike some of you!”

There was a bustle around the station as Kurt’s voice echoed off the walls.

“Thanks, Kurt.” Magnus smiled and glanced at his watch. “Is that the time?!”

Kurt glanced at his own watch. “Um… yeah.”

Magnus shot up to his feet and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. “I’ve got to go! I’m late.”

Kurt shuffled backwards. “What... you got a hot date?” He smiled at Magnus, who shot him a withering glare. “Seriously?!?”

“I would stay and chat…”

“Go!” Kurt shooed him away.

Magnus raced through the door, tugging on his jacket.

-

You paced in front of the restaurant and checked your phone. Nothing from Magnus.

“I can’t believe I’m being stood up.” you murmured, shoving your phone into your pocket. “Again!”

After waiting almost twenty minutes, you turned to leave.

“Wait!” Magnus called out, running down the street. “I’m here!”

You spun around to glare at Magnus. “What the hell happened? I’ve been waiting twenty minutes, Magnus!” You stomped your foot.

Magnus panted, bending at the waist to catch his breath. “It’s a long story.” His blond curls fall into his face. Beads of sweat popped out across her brow from his run.

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to explain over dinner.” You tugged him towards the door.

-

You noticed Magnus’s eyes growing heavy when you ordered drinks. Magnus also ordered a coffee. Magnus’s head bobbed while he attempted to read the menu. The restaurant was warm and the lighting low. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

“MAGNUS!” You screeched as his menu tipped into the candle on the table and lit on fire.

“AH!” Magnus woke and threw the menu down, stamping out the flame.

He gazed up to find you staring at him, arms crossed. Magnus couldn’t tell if you were pissed or scared or some mixture of both. You stood and Magnus stumbled to his feet.

“Where are you going?” His brow furrowed.

“Home, Magnus.” You tugged on your coat. “Which is where you should go too.”

He blocked your path with his body. “Please stay. It’s work. But I can get some coffee. I’ll… I’ll…”

Your shoulders slumped, and you chuckled at him, looking all flustered. You grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

“Magnus! I’m not mad. Your job is important, I get it. Right now you need to sleep more than you need to be on a date with me.” You pushed past him.

“Wait!” Magnus called out and rushed after you.

“Call me!” You spun on your heel and smiled before disappearing from view.

-

Two days later, someone knocked on your door. You frowned as you made your way over. You weren’t expecting anyone.

“Magnus?” you questioned, opening the front door, spying those golden curls.

He turned around, holding a gigantic bouquet. “You said call.” His smile reached from ear to ear. “I’ve slept for 13 hours each day. And I drank coffee about two hours ago. So…”

“Would you like to come in?” You opened the door wide with a cheeky grin and Magnus stepped inside, handing you the flowers.

“Are those lilies?” you asked, eyes widening, smile dropping from your face.

“Yeah, why?” Magnus frowned.

“I’m allergic.” Your eyes watered and you sneezed. Once and then twice.

Magnus panicked and grabbed the bouquet and tossed it into the garbage. You stopped sneezing but your eyes continued to water.

“Magnus, you need to go.” You pushed him out the door. “Come back tomorrow. I need to…” You sneezed one last time. “Just go. I’ll call you.”

Before Magnus could apologize, the door slammed in his face. You went to the bathroom to grab the allergy medicine and took the garbage outside.

-

“Hey Kurt,” Magnus questioned the next day at work.

“Magnus?” Kurt furrowed his brow at him. “Something I can help you with?”

“Ever had a string of just the worst luck ever?” Magnus’s fingers traced the pattern of faux wood on his desk. “I mean terrible luck like you are cursed?”

“Is everything all right, Magnus?” Kurt leaned against the desk. “I mean personally.”

Magnus sighed. “It seems every time I meet up with my girlfriend disaster strikes. First, I lit a menu on fire.”

“You LIT a menu on fire? How on earth—”

“I fell asleep because of the audit. And then next time I brought her flowers.”

“That’s sweet—”

“—she was allergic to them.” Magnus hung his head.

Kurt stifled a laugh. Magnus’s hands curled into fists. “It’s not funny, Kurt!”

“It is, Magnus. It is hilarious.” Magnus’s glare turned murderous. Kurt doubled over in laughter in response.

Magnus threw his hands up. “I’m cursed, Kurt, and you’re laughing.”

“You’re not cursed. But I think you are trying too hard. It is slow around here. Take the rest of the day off and surprise her.”

“You mean it?” His face lighting up. Today was your day off. He was already fumbling with his jacket.

“Go! And skip the flowers this time.” Kurt shooed him away.

Magnus bounded out the door before the phone could ring and force him to stay behind.

-

You jumped when someone pounded on your door.

“Who is it?” you called out.

“Magnus.”

“What are you—” Magnus cut you off with a searing kiss, shutting the door with his foot.

“I took the rest of the day off. I’ve missed you.” He muttered against you. His hands raked down your sides, settling on your hips, teasing the hem of your shirt.

“I’ve missed you too.” Your arms wrapped around his neck.

Magnus kissed you again. He walked you towards the couch but miscalculated and ran right into your coffee table, sending him to the ground with a loud thud.

“Magnus?” Your shoulders shook as you suppressed laughter. “You hit my coffee table.”

“I’m aware.” He commented to the floor, refusing to lift his head.

“Are you all right? Anything hurt?”

“Only my pride.”

You leaned down and extended a hand. “Well, fortunately that is fairly sturdy.” Magnus took your hand and righted himself.

“Do you think this relationship is cursed?” Magnus asked, flopping onto the sofa.

You sat down next to him, rubbing his thigh. “No. I think we have had some bad luck. But the relationship is not cursed.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t. But I will look past you trying to kill me with fire and flowers if you will look past my attempted murder by furniture.”

Magnus turned and gazed at you. His face curled into a smile. “I imagine I can overlook it this time. But remember, I am an officer of the law. I’m supposed to report any crimes.” He leaned towards you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Do you accept bribes?” you teased, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

“No.”

“Shame.”

Magnus lunged for you and pressed you against the sofa. He made quick work of your shirt, flinging it across the room. He kissed you again with hunger. You finished up his buttons and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Magnus’s muscles twitched under your touch as your hands traveled down to undo his pants, pushing them as far as you could reach.

“Magnus….” you hissed as you bucked against him. “… Please.”

He moved down your body, kissing and sucking along the way. His fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down along with your underwear.

“Patience.” He moaned, licking along your folds. “You taste delicious.”

You grabbed his golden curls and tugged him towards your core “YES!”

Magnus continued to lick and suck against you, his lips and tongue bringing you closer to release. As you came close, Magnus pulled away, and you whimpered.

His lips glistened with your arousal. Magnus shimmied his trousers and underwear down, his cock popping free, erect and dripping. Magnus pushed open your legs with his hips. The tip of his cock teasing you. You wiggled under his weight.

“Please…” you begged, you bucked against him.

“I love you when you beg.” Magnus smirked, and he pushed into you.

You gasped at the fullness. Magnus kissed your neck in that spot that made you moan, leaving a dark mark as he thrusted into you. Magnus panted and snapped against you. You moaned and groaned, hooking your legs around him, pulling him deep into you.

“I’m close.”

Magnus grunted, pressing into you and you came with a scream and he soon followed. He collapsed on top of you in a sweat.

“Still think we are cursed?” you asked, rubbing his back.

Magnus peppered your skin with kisses. “No. But we should do that at least one more time. Just to be sure.”

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2020 Year in Review

So we can all agree this year was a piece of shit but I wanted to take a moment to reflect on my year in the community.

2020 gave me an excellent opportunity to check out a ton of new shows which was great. I picked up a lot of new whumpees and found some new fav whump moments. There were some great community events like Whumptober and I had so much fun with Asexual Awareness Week this year.

Aaron Tveit as a whumpee continued to rule my year (god I love Mike Warren so much) but he was joined by a brand new obsession with Daniel Sharman with whom I was introduced this year thanks to Cursed/the Weeping Monk and most recently Evan Buckley who I only just discovered.

Whumpee obsession honorable mentions include: Nate Heywood, Leonard Snart, Evan Buckley, Din Djarin, Henry Cavill, Mon-El/Chris Wood, and Nick Burkhardt.

New shows/seasons that aired this year:

The Witcher (technically aired at the end of 2019 but it took me til January to finish it.

Prodigal Son - 1x11 kidnapping and stabbing and thumb crushing, finale with Gil

The Magicians season 5: Eliot and his grief

Hawaii Five-0: 10x14 Danny emotional whump with Kate Siegel death, Danny whump in the finale

Legends of Tomorrow season 5

9-1-1 Lone Star

Outlander season 5: Roger mac is hanged, Jamie snakebite

The Umbrella Academy season 2

The Old Guard

Lucifer season 5

Cursed on Netflix

Fruits Basket season 2

The Haunting of Bly Manor

Julie and the Phantoms

Young Wallander

The Mandalorian season 2

Shows I discovered/watched for the first time this year:

Supergirl and Mon-El

The Hitman’s Bodyguard

Community

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Grimm

The Longest Ride

The Eagle

Various Daniel Sharman works including The Originals, Albion the Enchanted Stallion and Fear the Walking Dead

Teen Wolf/Isaac Lahey

9-1-1

Station 19

Events and Milestones:

Aromantic Awareness Week

posted my Fanfiction Masterlist

Made 3 new OCs (even if I haven’t published any writings with them yet)

Started writing my massive Cursed fanfic

Hit 50,000 words on my Cursed fanfic

International Whump Day

Whumptober 2020

Asexual Awareness Week 2020

This year has been hell but as usual this community has been the highlight of my day, week, month, and year. You’re all absolutely amazing and always bring so much joy into my life. Thank you all for making this shithole of a year slightly better. Thanks for letting me spam you all with tons of gifs of one show and allowing me to ramble about my obsessions incessantly and at times even encouraging me. Thank you for your support and excitement about my fanfic. Jl

Just, thank you for being the best community ever ❤

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