#when he yelled at sylvie to grow up

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Matt Casey x reader

Casey and his wife are expecting there second child, they have been married for three years. Y/n are working at the same firehouse as Casey but she is the paramedic for Ambo 61 and partner with Brett.

Gabby Dawson is still working at firehouse 51 but as a firefighter for truck 81. Y/n and gabby used to be partners for Ambo 61, they two are best friends.

Casey are really nervous to become a father to two kids, they already has a boy who is a toddler now and they are expecting a baby girl.

When Casey and y/n were expecting there boy they wasn’t together or married, but they got together when he was born. But they used to be a couple before there boy was conceived, but work got in the way.

Casey is really nervous, and the only one that he have told is Severide and Dawson. But Y/n finds out about how Casey feel about having a second child. Y/n gets mad at Casey for not telling her and they starts to fight. Even if they both know that they want to have another baby and to give there boy a sibling.

Scared- Matt Casey

Other Characters: Kelly Severide, Gabby Dawson, Sylvie Brett

Summary: Loosely based off of the prompt above, once the fight between you and Matt break out, you almost faint, causing everyone to rush to your aid.

Warnings: Mentions vomiting/morning sickness, dehydration, loose and possible wrong medical terminology.

Y/s/n = your son’s name.

Authors note: sorry I haven’t posted in a while! It’s been crazy and I’m not doing great in any capacity, but I’ve been trying to get something out and also trying to do your requests. I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for your patience and support! Love y’all!

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You and Matt have been married for three years. Despite once being in a relationship with Matt, you quickly befriended Gabby when you were her partner on 61. Now, Gabby is a firefighter under Matt and you are partnered up with Brett. Through all of the awkward moments between you and Gabby when it comes to Matt, you are still best friends. Gabby was one of your biggest supporters when you were pregnant with y/s/n. You and Matt had recently broken it off because of his alderman duties when you started getting violently sick. As your roommate and fellow paramedic, Gabby was obviously very concerned until she connected the dots.

Now, a little over three years later, you and Matt are married with a baby girl on the way. The morning sickness has definitely been the worst during this pregnancy, but Matt, Gabby, Kelly, Brett, and Stella have been nothing but supportive. As of right now, you are laying in Matt’s office with a trash can by his cot while Brett and Gabby are trying to calm you down as Matt rushes around to grab a few things. Kelly finds Matt pacing in the locker room, running his hands through his hair.

“Woah man. What’s wrong?” Kelly asks, coming to stop Matt and try to calm his best friend.

“God Sev.” Matt mutters, tears threatening to spill. “She is just so sick and I hate seeing her like this. I mean, I was talking to Gabby the other day and I don’t know.” Matt said, shaking his head and lowering himself to a seat on one of the benches.

Kelly sighed as he lowered himself to the bench beside his best friend. “You don’t have to be afraid Matt. You are already such a good husband and father. Adding one more will be a piece of cake.” Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the back.

Matt shook his head. “I never really had a father figure growing up. I’m scared I’m going to mess up and they are going to leave. Gabby tried to talk me down too and nothing…”

“Excuse me?” You croaked, leaning heavily on Brett as she helped steady you on the way to the bathroom while Gabby stayed behind to change Matt’s sheets.

“Y/n.” Matt sighed, standing slowly and coming over to you.

“No. You talked to Gabby and Kelly, but not your own wife? The mother of your TWO children!” You exclaimed, starting to shake as you began to yell.

“Baby. It’s not like that at all.” Matt plead, hands out to steady you, but you tumbled back, only being caught by Brett.

“You don’t get to be scared Matt Casey.” You whispered. “You and I are suppose to be in this together. I’m terrified every single moment since I’ve been pregnant. You know I have a fear of vomiting, yet I go through this because I love you and I love y/s/n and I want him to have a sibling.” You wept, closing your eyes as the world stared to tilt.

“Y/n!” Matt, Kelly, and Brett yelled.

You pushed back at Matt when he tried to touch you, letting Brett and Kelly lower you to the floor.

“Go get a sick bag, a water, and Gabby. Have her bring the go bag.” Brett said, feeling for your pulse.

“Shhhh. Breathe.” Kelly instructed, taking your face in his hands. “Everything will be just fine.”

“What if he leaves?” You sobbed, grabbing onto Kelly for dear life. “I need him. I’m just really hurt that he won’t talk to me but I need him.” You sobbed, not realizing that Matt was standing behind the three of you as he waited for Gabby clutching a sick bag and a bottle of water.

“Baby, no.” Matt whispered, coming to crouch in front of you, handing what he had off to Kelly. “Yeah, I’m scared and yes, I should have talked to you. But understand this: I. Am. Not. Going. Anywhere.” Matt emphasized, looking you dead in the eyes. “Both Gabby and Kelly found me in a panic and that’s why I told them. You are dealing with so much right now and I don’t want you to worry about me too.” Matt explained, wiping the tears from your face as Gabby came in with the go bag, slipping the pulse ox on your finger and the BP cuff on.

“How we doin?” Gabby asked, seeing your heart rate elevated and your oxygen levels at 95.

“Nauseous and dizzy.” You explained, leaning into Matt’s hands as he held your face.

“BP’s low.” Brett announced, grabbing the Iv kit from the bag. “I think you’ve got yourself dehydrated. I’m going to place a line.” Brett said, already prepping your arm.

Your eyes widened as you looked between all of your friends and your husband. “No way. Nope.” You said, trying to stand, but quickly falling back down into Kelly with Matt guiding your decent.

“You aren’t going anywhere. Relax.” Kelly said, squeezing your upper arms.

“Matt, please.” You begged, tears streaming down your face. You were starting to turn grey as the nausea built along with your anxiety.

“Shhh. It’s gonna be alright.” Matt soothed, kissing your forehead before turning to Kelly. “Switch with me. Let me hold her, it normally calms her down. Get the sick bag ready.” Matt instructed, quickly switching with Kelly as the man did what he was instructed to do. Matt sat with you in between his legs so that your back was pushed to his chest. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder as he whispered in your ear. “Shhhh. It’s for the best. I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ve got you.” Matt whispered as you began hyperventilating from the panic of the rising nausea and the impending IV.

“Look at me. Just look at me.” Kelly said, kneeling in your line of sight. He waited until you opened your eyes to meet his own. Kelly smiled at you as he started breathing in time with Matt. “Just relax. We gotcha. We gotta do what’s best for you and the little princess, right?” Kelly said, smiling wider when you nodded. “That’s right. Just breathe. Follow us and focus on us.” Kelly instructed.

Matt noticed you starting to follow, but saw Brett going in with the needle. Matt and Kelly made eye contact as the needle pinched your skin. Kelly saw your change in color as Matt felt your gasp and then gag harshly.

“Shit. Okay, here sweetheart. Hang in there.” Kelly said, placing the bag under your chin as Matt pulled your hair back once more and held you steady around the torso.

“I’m gonna flush this, then give her some Zofran. We gotta get this under control. You cool with that and then some fluids for her Matt?” Brett asked, flushing the IV as she spoke.

“God yes. Whatever you have to do.” Matt instructed, hating how you were squirming and panting in his lap. You shook like a leaf as Matt held you on the cold tile floor.

“Gabby. Can you run and grab a blanket and a wash rag? She’s shaking like a leaf.” Kelly asked, not daring to move the sick bag too far. You were only panting right now, but you had no color to your face.

“On it!” Gabby replied, hurrying off.

“Alright. You know this might sting just a little. Then I’m gonna flush it and then run the fluids, okay?” Brett warned, speaking directly to you now. Once you nodded, Brett administered the medication and did everything else she said she would do before standing up with the bag of saline.

Gabby came running back in as Brett stood up. You were still shaking, but you felt comfortable enough to push the sick bag away. Once Gabby helped you clean your face and wiped the sweat off of your face, she wrapped the blanket around you. A silent decision was made to move you, so Kelly pulled you up and steadied you until Matt stood back up and picked you up, carrying you back into his office.

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Can someone PLEASE get me some mouth wash or my tooth brush. I can’t take this taste anymore.” You whined, shoving your face into Matt’s neck as he sat with you in his lap on his cot.

You didn’t notice Kelly depart from you guys as the lot of you left for Matt’s office. He came back in seconds later with mouth wash, your tooth brush and tooth paste, another bottle of water and another sick bag. “I figured you would want to get the taste out.” Kelly said, confused at the laughter coming from everyone else.

“Thank God. Someone with some sense.” You muttered sarcastically, making grabby hands for the items.

Matt and Gabby muttered “I beg to differ” at the same time, causing everyone to laugh. God, you couldn’t do this without them.

#one chicago #one chicago x reader #matt casey #kelly severide #fluff #matt casey x reader #comfort #emeto fic #morning sickness #gabby dawson #sylvie brett

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

That Herrmann/Halstead DNA (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-One of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Assault, Stabbing, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury, Whump, Trauma, Eventual Hopeful Ending

Chapter One

Monday, August 24th

***

Mouse

Mouse reached up to cup her face, kissing her one more time. “I want to take you on a real date. Where we’re both on the same page and we both know what it means.”

Bex blushed. “Okay,” she said, leaning into his hand. “When? Tomorrow?”

“Yeah—wait,” Mouse’s face fell. “I promised Jay I’d watch the game with him and—”

“We don’t want to start this with you breaking plans with him,” Bex said, shaking her head and Mouse’s heart warmed at how she got that so completely.

“It wouldn’t feel right,” he agreed.

“Wednesday’s out because of Outdoor Game Night,” she sighed. “I promised Kevin and I want to make sure Sylvie has fun.”

“Thursday?” Mouse asked hopefully.

“I have to work at Molly’s,” Bex said with a rueful laugh. “I promised Chris because he’s got some sort of last hurrah of the summer thing planned with the kids.”

“Friday then.” Mouse crossed his fingers and Bex nodded.

“Friday works for me,” she whispered. “Wow. We’re really doing this.”

“All in,” Mouse said, kissing her once again.

Finally.

***

Tuesday

***

Mouse

Mouse twirled his keys on his finger as he left Jay’s place and headed across the parking lot toward his car. It’d been a good night; just like old times, but better. Lighter.

Keeping their plans had been the right move. Jay was clearly trying to be supportive of Mouse and Bex—to the point that he’d said Bex could come over to watch the game as well, but Mouse hadn’t missed the lightning quick moment of relief that passed over Jay’s face when he’d said no. Or the grin he sported all night.

Not that Mouse could judge. He was sure he had a matching one.

They hadn’t hung out as just the two of them in a while and it settled something in Mouse that he hadn’t realized needed quieting.

So yeah. A good night, all in all.

Mouse hummed to himself as he pulled up at the exit, flipping on his signal to turn right. He paused as a thought hit him.

…a good night, but maybe it could be even better.

He changed his signal and turned left.

***

Bex

“And he said he had a whole speech,” Bex said, finishing up the story of everything Emery had missed last night which she had demanded Bex retell in full detail. “But we didn’t really get to that part.” She grinned at Emery who nodded knowingly.

“Because you were making out against the side of the building!” Will yelled from the kitchen where he and Connor were doing the dishes from dinner.

“For like, five minutes.” Bex rolled her eyes.

“Ten,” Connor called back. “Possibly closer to fifteen!”

“Nice.” Emery held up a hand for a high five which Bex gave her with a sheepish laugh.

“They’re totally exaggerating,” Bex said, before lowering her voice. “It was amazing though.”

“That’s my girl,” Emery cheered. She picked up her wine glass and sat back. “Ugh, I’m so sad I missed it.”

Bex mirrored her position, snuggling down into the couch. “Did you have a good talk with Lexi, though?”

Lexi had been reaching out to Emery lately, wanting to talk through what was hopefully going to be an imminent break-up with her boyfriend. Things hadn’t become 'Ty bad' with him, but it sounded like they were trending that way. Bex was glad Emery was in a place to offer some support to her. (Bex had tried to subtly check a few times to make sure she was okay with it until Emery called her out on it so maybe it hadn’t actually been that subtle.)

“We did, yeah,” Emery said. “She wants to move back home, but there’s some issues she needs to work through with her parents so—” She drew out the last word with a shrug. “They’re all coming over to my place for dinner on Thursday?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Bex leaned forward, eyes wide.

“The offer just popped out!” Emery exclaimed. “They need like, a neutral space with a mediator and I have a kitchen table now so why not?”

“You feel okay getting involved in all of that?” Bex asked, trying not to be to mama chicken-y about the whole thing, but she didn’t want Emery putting herself in a situation where people might turn their frustrations on her.

“Things are way less tense between them than they were. Someone talked a bit of sense into Al, I heard,” Emery said, shooting her a pointed look.

Oh, right. Bex had almost forgotten about that. It felt like so long ago with everything that had gone on since then. Nice to know it had helped though.

“I think a meal to hash things out will help get them on the same page,” Emery continued. “And get Lexi away from that asshole and out of that ridiculous warehouse space she’s living in. Thing is a disaster waiting to happen.”

“You’re a good person,” Bex said, sticking a foot out to nudge at Emery’s leg.

“I know what it’s like to get lost.” Emery said quietly. “If I can help Lexi out of that…I feel like it’ll be good for me too.”

“Who wants tea?” Will called out and both them chorused a ‘yes, please.’

Bex’s phone chimed with a text. She picked it up, smiling when she saw the message. “It’s Mouse,” she said, answering Emery’s questioning look as she typed out a reply. “He’s asking if I’m still up.”

Her phone chimed again.

Her eyebrows flew up as she processed what he’d sent. “He’s downstairs in the parking lot,” Bex said. “Asking if I can come down for a minute.”

“Go, go, go,” Emery urged her off the couch. “This is making up for me missing all the excitement last night.”

Bex shook her head, laughing as she pulled her shoes on and headed downstairs.

***

Mouse

Mouse leaned against his car, cracking his knuckles. A nervous habit Platt was always giving him shit for, but it was the only thing stopping him from getting back in his car at the moment.

Was this too much? Was he coming on too strong?

The sound of the front door opening pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see Bex standing on the front steps, searching the parking lot for him. Her face lit up when she saw him.

…maybe not such a bad idea then.

“Hey,” she said, a little breathless after bounding over to him. He had his arms out and ready as she folded into him. “This is a nice surprise.”

He was helpless against the smile that spread across his face as he looked down at her. “I wanted to say goodnight.”

Bex went perfectly still for a moment before burying her face in his chest. He couldn’t quite make out what she said next, but it sounded like a muffled “Oh, my god, you’re going to kill me.”

Now he was just confused.

“I’m sorry—”

“No! No,” Bex’s head popped back up and she was, thankfully, smiling. “This is perfect. You are amazing.” She laughed. “And apparently romantic as hell which means I’m a little concerned about how I’m supposed to survive until Friday.”

“Would it help if I come say goodnight to you every night?” he teased, pulling her in a little closer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I see what you’re doing,” she said. Then she leaned in. “And I like it.”

Their lips met and as far as goodnights went, well…Mouse could get used to it.

***

Bex

Bex made her way upstairs somehow; truly a feat considering how dazed she felt.

“We spied on you from the balcony,” Emery announced as soon as Bex came through the door. She ignored the outcry from Connor and Will and shook her head at Bex. “I can’t even tease you right now because that was really freaking romantic.”

“Right?” Bex groaned. She circumvented the couch and lay down on the rug beside Kol. He snorted before shuffling around to snuggle into her side. “Is it possible to die from anticipation? Friday is way too far away, guys, I’m not gonna make it.”

Will and Emery just laughed at her, but Connor, bless his heart, stood up. “I’ll get your tea,” he said. “That’ll help.”

“I love you,” she called after him. “You’re my favourite.” A loud grumble in her ear had her correcting herself. “After Kol.”

“That’s fair!”

“Does that make you three and me four?” Will muttered to Emery. “Or the other way around.”

“Battle it out over Uno?” she suggested.

“Deal.”

***

Wednesday

***

Bex

“So, today is Wednesday,” Bex said as Mouse walked her to her car. “And tomorrow is Thursday.”

“I believe that is how the days of the week go,” Mouse said. “Yes.”

She rolled her eyes and tugged on his hand. “I just want Friday to get here faster.”

“Two more sleeps.” Mouse grinned at her. “Almost there.”

“You should come to Molly’s tomorrow night,” she said. “And help me close. We can send the rest of the staff home early and make out on the bar.”

“Bad influence,” he murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

“That’s not a no,” she whispered against his lips.

Mouse pressed her against the side of her car and kissed her thoroughly. “It’s a yes,” he said, eyes going bright. “And then it’ll only be one more sleep.”

“Aha! A perfect plan.” Bex hugged him. “We’re good at this.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, a note of pleased surprise running through it. “We are.”

***

Thursday

***

Bex

It had been a quiet night. Not many of the regular 51 crew had been in because they all had an early start the next day. Chris had texted her pictures throughout the day and evening of the pre-back-to-school adventure he and Cindy had taken the kids on.

Looked like they’d had a blast.

Now the night was coming to a close. She’d sent the last staff member home ten minutes ago and there was only a few things left to do. Bex was busy counting out the till while her helper made quick work of mopping the floors.

“Hey, Bex,” Mouse said, coming up to the bar after he’d put the mop and bucket away.

“Hey, Mouse,” she said as she put the deposit in the safe and locked it up. She stood and found him leaning against the bar, chewing on his lip. Bex wracked her brain, but she couldn’t think of anything in the last few minutes that could have made him so fretful. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking about this weekend,” he said and she nodded, encouraging him to keep going. “I read about this thing happening down at the park by Jay’s place. It’s, uh, it’s called KidFest? They’re gonna have music and magicians and a bouncy castle and a reptile guy…”

“That sounds like fun,” Bex said, putting away the last of the glasses.

Mouse brightened a little more at that. “Yeah, and uh, I was thinking, you know, it might be something the Herrmann kids would be into? Maybe you and Jay could take them?”

“I think they’d definitely be into that,” Bex agreed. She came around the bar to perch on the stool beside him. “I’ll talk to Chris.”

He grinned—ridiculously, adorably pleased with himself.

“We’ll see if Connor and Will and Emery want to come too,” she said.

“W-we?” Mouse stammered out.

“Duh,” Bex laughed. “You think I’m gonna let you miss out on the reptile guy?”

Mouse ducked his head as he huffed out a laugh. “I didn’t want to assume…”

“As long as you’re okay with it,” Bex said, hooking her fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer. “I think it’d be a lot of fun if you came too.”

“Count me in, then,” he said.

“Excellent.” She took a quick look around the bar before facing him again. “Well, I think we covered everything on the closing list,” she said. “Except for that one thing…that we discussed…”

She saw the moment it clicked and his eyes went wide as he remembered yesterday’s discussion. “Wouldn’t want to leave the list unfinished,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

They ended up crossing that item off pretty thoroughly.

***

Friday

***

Bex

Bex leaned against the counter, sipping at her cup of coffee. It wasn’t her favourite thing, but she needed the caffeine after her late night.

Her totally worth it late night.

Footsteps shuffled down the hall and she reached up to pull another mug down to set beside the coffee machine. She turned back to the doorway just in time to see Connor wander in…

Wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

Bex snorted. “Uh, good morning?”

“Morning,” Connor yawned, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Bex waited a beat and then—there it was—Connor froze as he made eye contact with her.

She raised an eyebrow, grinning at him over the rim over her mug. “You, sir, are in your underwear.”

Connor slowly, so slowly, looked down at himself and then back at her. “I am,” he said evenly as he very carefully covered himself with his arms. The deer in headlights look had yet to fade.

Silence stretched between them.

“Sooooooo, are you planning on changing that situation or would you like me to just move out of the way of the coffee?” Bex asked.

One more beat and then Connor seemed to come back to himself. “Ah, no, I’m, uh, I’m good,” he rambled as he began to scoot backwards out of the room. “I’m just gonna—” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder before escaping out into the living room.

Bex giggled to herself as she heard his steps moving rapid back to Will’s bedroom.

***

Will

“Stop laughing,” Connor demanded as he pulled a shirt over his head.

Will would if he could, but every time he tried, he could hear Bex giggling as she got her shoes on and it would set him off all over again.

“This is your fault,” Connor hissed at him. “I wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t—”

Oh, right. It was kind of his fault. Will smirked and Connor almost smiled back before catching himself. He shook a stern finger at Will.

“No,” he said. “Don’t even start.”

“Okay, I’m leaving!” Bex called out. “Bye, Kol! Bye, Will! Bye, Dr. Handsome McUnderpants!”

Connor groaned and faceplanted onto the bed.

“Don’t wait up tonight because I have a daa-aaaa-te!” she sang. They heard the sound of the front door closing and then there was silence.

“Hey, Dr. McUnderpants,” Will said. Connor didn’t lift his head, but he did raise his hand to give Will the finger.

“You forgot Handsome,” he said into the sheets.

Will laughed and flopped down beside him on the bed. He reached out to stroke a hand through Connor’s hair. “We don’t have to be a work for awhile,” he continued. “Why don’t you let me make it up to you?”

There was no response for a couple of seconds and then Connor shifted, tilting his face enough to squint up at Will. “…I’m listening.”

***

Bex

Her shift at the diner had been pleasantly relaxed and flew by before she knew it. Bex was heading out to her car when she pulled out her phone to check for new messages.

None.

She frowned down at it. She’d left a few for Chris, explaining Mouse’s idea, and she knew he was at work, but usually he’d have texted her back by now. Pausing beside her car, she called him.

It went straight to voice mail.

If he was on a call that had lasted this long, she’d have heard about it by now. That kind of thing made the news. She shook her head. He probably turned his phone off somehow. Dork.

Only one thing for it.

There was plenty of time before her volunteer shift to swing by and bother him in person. She stopped off at one of her favourite bakeries on the way to grab a load of donuts. Full mouths meant less opportunities to interrogate her about her date tonight.

She went back inside for an extra dozen, just to be safe.

The station was calm when Bex pulled up. Kelly and the Squad guys spotted her pulling the boxes of donuts out of her car and rushed out to help her.

“These are for everyone,” she said sternly, staring down Capp who somehow had already managed to stuff a whole donut? Into his mouth?

“Mmf-hmm,” he mumbled, passing the second donut in his hand over to a happy Tony. She shook her head. Goofballs.

Bex herded them toward the break room and made sure they were actually sharing before cornering Chris.

“Hey, Bex!” he said, grabbing her up in a bear hug. “Didn’t know you’d be stopping by today!”

“Well, apparently, texting and calling wasn’t going to work so I thought I’d try this before carrier pigeon,” she laughed.

“You called me?” he frowned, digging his phone out of his pocket. It was on, but he had no notifications. “Stupid thing’s been on the fritz all week,” he complained as he poked at the screen. It flickered a few times before going dark. “Aw, crap.”

“Time for a new one,” she said, clapping him on the shoulder when he groaned. “I’ll let Cindy know to call the station if she needs to get in touch with you.”

“Oh, heck, Cindy!” His head flew up as he gripped the phone in his hands. “What if she’s tried to call? What if—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bex said, pulling her own phone out of her bag and unlocking it. “Call her on mine and let her know yourself. This way you can do a check in too.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before heading into the bunk room to make his call.

She turned around to find the rest of the gang staring at her as they munched on their donuts.

“So, Bex,” Kelly said, giving her a shit-eating grin around a mouthful of dough. “Ready for your big date tonight?”

***

Kim

“Burgess,” Voight jerked his head to the side, motioning for her to come over.

“Yeah, sarge?” She stepped over and leaned in when he did.

“What the hell’s up with Mouse?” he murmured. “He seems more squirrelly than usual.”

She followed his gaze to where Mouse was talking rapidly to the rest of the team, gesturing animatedly as he demonstrated something on a radio.

He did seem to be stuck on fast forward a bit. What—oh. Right.

“Um,” Kim began, trying to figure out how to explain this to her boss. “I think he’s just excited?”

“About?” Voight asked flatly.

“He has a date tonight?” She winced internally. This was so not a conversation she wanted to be having. “With Bex? It’s kind of been a long time coming and I think—”

“That’s enough,” Voight said, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. “I get the picture.” He watched Mouse again for a moment, the side of his lips quirking up slightly. Then he saw her watching and frowned at her. “Get Platt to find him something to do in the basement,” he bit out. “He’s distracting the team.”

“On it, sir,” she said, whirling around.

Once he was back in his office, she grabbed her phone and shot off a text. Maybe they could try calming him down before exiling him.

***

Bex

Bex finally managed to make her excuses and escape the many questions getting thrown at her by saying she had to make it to Med for her volunteer shift.

Which was true!

But she’d also received a text on her phone that she needed to look into first and there was no way she was telling them about this little side trip. It’d would instantly be added to the list of things she never heard the end of. They loved having a backlog of things to tease her about.

So ridiculous.

She loved it.

Bex bopped along to the radio as she drove over to the precinct. She found a spot close to the front under a nice tree and grabbed her phone to text Mouse.

Hey! Are you able to take a quick break? I’m outside.

Bex got her answer when a minute later, he appeared at the front door, zeroing in on her right away. He jogged over with a goofy smile on his face.

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, very happy in fact, this is a nice surprise,” he said, words tumbling out one after another. “But it is a surprise. A nice, happy, surprise—”

“I was at 51,” Bex said, gently cutting off his ramble. “I had to track down Chris because his phone isn't working and I wanted to tell him about your KidsFest idea. He thinks it'll be fun and he's going to talk to Cindy about it."

"Oh," Mouse said with a pleased hum. "That's good."

"Yeah, it is," Bex agreed before she slipped in the next bit. "While I was there, I also got a text from Kim. Apparently, you’re a little high energy for Sergeant Voight today and he's trying to figure out how to stick you in the basement?”

Mouse blushed, ducking his head. “I might be, uh, a little excited?”

“Hey,” Bex wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head to catch his eyes. “You’re not the only one. I’m excited too.”

“Yeah?” He bit his lip as he smiled.

“Yes!” Bex exclaimed. “I’m ridiculously excited, you know that.” She gave him a squeeze. “It was kind of nice hearing you were too and then I also thought, maybe I could help you burn off a bit of that excess energy so you can get through the rest of your shift.”

“Oh, really?” Mouse raised an eyebrow at her. “How do you propose we do that?”

“Like this.” Bex leaned in and captured his lips with hers. Mouse made a happy little noise as he deepened the kiss, walking them back to press her against her car.

They broke apart a moment later. “Better?” Bex asked.

Mouse shook his head, dipping down for another, longer one.

“Gerwitz!” A voice yelled and they looked over to see Al stopped at the front stairs. He stared at Mouse and jerked a thumb back at the building. “What are you doing? Come on!”

“Break’s over,” Bex laughed, patting Mouse on the chest. “You should probably get back in there.”

“Yeah,” Mouse sighed. He squeezed her hand and turned away before groaning and whirling back around. “One more,” he said, reeling her in and giving her a searing kiss before letting her go. “Okay. Now I’m going.”

“Bye,” Bex said faintly, another laugh slipping out as she touched her fingers to her lips. “See you tonight.”

“Yeah, you will.” Mouse grinned at her over his shoulder as he headed back inside.

Oh, goodness.

Bex shook her head as she walked around to the driver’s seat.

That was—

Wow.

Okay.

Focus, Bex. Children. Volunteer time.

“I am in trouble with that man,” she sang to herself as she started the car.

Really, excellent trouble.

***

Trudy

“What’s the matter with you?” Trudy asked Al as he stalked by her desk.

“Too many things,” he said vaguely. “Keep seeing ‘em and knowing ‘em. All the things.” He shook his head as he made a beeline upstairs.

She couldn’t decide where exactly that statement fell on the Olinsky scale of weirdness. Then a thoroughly mussed-up Mouse came through the door and that answered her question better than Al had.

“Hey, Sarge,” he beamed at her and she held up a finger.

“Don’t want to hear about it,” she said. “Don’t want to know about it. Don’t want to perceive it in any way.”

He made a zipper motion across his suspiciously reddened lips.

Uh-hunh.

She grabbed a stack of files that Burgess had dumped on her desk a few minutes ago. “Project for you,” she said, handing them over to him. “Voight wants you to track down and compile CCTV footage for these cases.”

“Still banished, hunh?” he sighed. Then he hugged the files to himself, a crooked little smile flitting across his face. “Worth it.”

She watched as he headed downstairs and shook her head.

Be a miracle if they all made it to five o’ clock.

***

Bex

Bex hurried down the hall, her guitar case bouncing against her back. She’d had a great shift with the kids—almost too great considering she’d stayed later than she meant to. It was already four-thirty, but she still had time to get home and get beautified.

Thank goodness Emery was going to come over and help with her make-up.

She spotted Dr. Abrams walking down the hall toward her and waved at him. “What’s shaking, Dr. A?”

He grimaced. “Ms. Herrmann—”

“We’ll ditch it,” she said, holding her hands up. “I was just trying it out. Still trying to figure out nicknames to distinguish between you and my other friend, Sam.”

“Might I suggest Dr. Abrams as my nickname?” he said dryly.

“Don’t come crying to me then when Other Sam gets the cool nickname,” Bex said.

“I shall strive to contain myself,” he said, pursing his lips, but she saw them twitching as he walked off.

Yeah, she was still gonna work on a nickname for him. He’d love it.

In that very seriously pretending he hated it kind of way.

She started running through options in her brain and nearly ran straight into Connor when she turned the next corner. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” he said with a grin.

Bex looked down and pointed. “Look at that! Pants! What a concept!”

“Okay, shush please,” he said, slicing a hand through the air. “I just got Will to stop calling me Dr. McUnderpants.”

“Has he been leaving off the Handsome?” Bex asked, offended.

“Yes!” Connor said, equally affronted.

“So rude,” they both said.

Connor laughed, leaning against the wall. “All done with your shift?” he asked. “Going to get ready for the big date?”

“Yes, and yes,” Bex said. “Speaking of, I’m glad I ran into you. I need a favour.”

“I’m listening,” he said, shifting to face her, curious now.

“Would you, without asking any follow up questions whatsoever, please agree to take Will and Kol back to your place tonight and leave the apartment empty?” Bex clasped her hands in front of her and batted her lashes. “Pretty please?”

“I—” His eyes were shining with mischief and Bex braced herself for some serious revenge teasing. “—already made plans with Will to do that so the apartment is yours.”

Wait. What?

“A gift,” he said, holding his hand against his heart. “From Dr. Handsome McUnderpants to you.”

Bex laughed and leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Never forget the Handsome.”

“Never,” Connor agreed. His pager beeped. “I gotta go,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “Don’t forget to use protection—”

“Connor!”

“Make good choices! Bye!”

And then he was gone. Bex shook her head, laughing. Then she caught a glimpse at the time.

“Oh, crap!”

She hustled out to the parking lot, stuffing her guitar in the backseat and checking her phone as she got into the front. One missed call. She didn’t recognize the number either. Probably spam.

Her phone started ringing in her hand and that number she recognized. “Hey, Em,” she said, putting it on speaker as she started up her car.

“Hey, Bex,” Emery’s voice sounded weird. It had Bex’s spidey senses tingling.

“What’s up?” she asked, pulling out of her spot and heading toward the exit. “Everything okay?”

“I just—I need someone to talk me down,” Emery said, choking out a little laugh. “I know I’m being ridiculous.”

“Tell me,” Bex prompted.

“I think—I know I couldn’t have, but I swear I saw Ty today,” Emery said. “It was outside the coffee shop by my work. I saw him as I was walking and stopped because it threw me. It couldn’t have been him, right? I turned around and looked closer, but whoever it was had already moved on. And that’s—like, it couldn’t have been him, right, Bex? He’s in jail. We would know if he wasn’t, wouldn’t we? Would Jay know? I just—”

“Hey, hey,” Bex said softly, trying to curb the stream of panic coming through her phone. “Listen, I’m sure he’s still in jail, but I don’t blame you for being freaked out for seeing someone who looked like him.” And as sure as she was, Bex wasn’t about to take any chances. “How about I call Jay and ask him to double check?”

“Would he do that?” Emery asked, voice small.

“Absolutely,” Bex said. She wasn’t going to give him a chance to say he couldn’t. “Where are you now?”

“Uh, I’m done, I’m done for the day so I was heading home,” Emery said.

“Okay, that’s good.” Bex changed her course and started that way herself. “I’ll come too, but when you get there, go inside and make sure you turn on the alarm. I’ll call you when I’m there. And I’ll call you if I get an answer from Jay before then.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Emery said. She still sounded shaky, but not as bad as before. “Thank you.”

“That’s what we do, Em,” she said. “Always remember that.”

“Thank you anyway,” Emery said. “Love you. See you soon.”

“Love you too.” Her phone beeped as Emery hung up and Bex called Jay at the first red light she hit. It took him a few rings to pick up, but luckily, he did.

“Hey, Bex,” he said. “What’s up?”

She explained the situation as quickly as she could and what she needed him to do. “Is there a way you can check on it?” she asked. “Just to make sure? I think it would help Emery feel better. She sounded really freaked out.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jay said. “I’ll find out right now. Call you back in a sec.”

“Okay, good.” Bex breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Jay.”

“No problem.”

He hung up and Bex kept making her way toward Emery’s place. Traffic was annoying slow, but typical for this time of day. She urged everyone to move faster.

“Come on.”

The sooner she got there, the better.

***

Emery

Emery pulled into her driveway and grabbed her bag before getting out of her car. She took a quick look around as she headed up the front walk, but her neighbourhood was quiet.

No one lurking around as far as she could see.

She let out a shaky breath. See? It was fine. Ty was in jail.

There was nothing to worry about.

Emery hurried up her front steps and unlocked the door. As she opened it, someone stepped up behind her and pushed her inside. Emery tripped, but managed to keep her feet and whirled around to see Ty standing there.

Ty.

He looked taller than she remembered. Bigger. The lines of him had gone taut since she’d last since him, making him look sharper.

But his eyes…they were exactly the same.

“Hey, baby,” he said, a cold light glinting in them as he took a step toward her. “Missed you.”

***

Bex

Bex was almost at Emery’s when her phone rang again.

“Jay?”

“Bex, where are you?” Jay’s voice was tight.

“Pulling up to Emery’s place,” she said. “Why?”

“Ty got out of prison this morning,” he said and Bex’s stomach dropped.

“What? How—”

“Something about overcrowding,” Jay spat out. “There's a delay in the system and the message to us got lost. They should have friggin' let us know—that's not the issue right now." He huffed out a breath. "Ty’s supposed to have an ankle monitor, but it’s showing that he was at his place of residence all day so he’s tampered with it somehow. They don't know where he is.”

“Oh, my god,” Bex said as she parked her car and got out. “Emery.”

“Bex, wait!” Jay said sharply. “Just wait. Stay in your car or something. I’ll get the closest patrol car over there and I’m gonna head out too, but I don’t want you walking into something—”

“Her car is here,” Bex said, already heading up the front walk. “She has an alarm system and I told her I was going to come. I can’t leave her alone, Jay—”

She stopped short on the front porch, breath catching at what she saw. Jay was calling her name and she brought the phone back up to her ear. “Jay,” Bex whispered. “The door is open.” She stared at the little crack that might as well be a wide open door because Emery would never—

“Bex, go back to your car,” Jay demanded. “Right now.”

“No, I can’t—”

“Do not go in there—”

Emery was alone. She could be hurt. Bex couldn’t let her be either of those things.

She took a careful step forward, ignoring Jay’s shouts coming from the phone, and pushed the door open.

***

Jay

“Bex. Bex! God-fucking-dammit, Bex, answer me!”

The team stood silently around him as he yelled into his phone, trying desperately to get Bex to tell him what was happening.

Her startled gasp had him gripping it tight.

“Oh, my god, Emery.” There was a clatter and Bex sounded further away. She must have dropped the phone. “Emery, oh, my god, oh, my god.”

“Bex,” he yelled again before turning to Hailey. “We need to get an ambulance and a patrol car over there now.” He rattled off the address and she nodded, picking up her own phone.

“Jay.”

His head whipped back to his own phone. Bex.

“I’m here,” he said. “I’m sending help.” Jay hunted around for his keys. “I’m coming.” He found them and thundered down the stairs, the rest of the team on his heels.

***

Bex

There was so much blood. Oh, god, so much blood. Bex didn’t have enough hands. Emery was on the floor of her living room, barely conscious, face bruised, and bleeding out of at least three stab wounds.

Bex had stripped off the t-shirt she’d been wearing over her tank top and had ripped it in two. She’d been trying to stop the bleeding, but it was already soaked through in red.

“I’m sending help. I’m coming,” Jay said and all Bex could do was whimper in response.

Not fast enough. No one was going to be fast enough.

“Be—” Emery gurgled at her.

“I’m here,” Bex said, leaning over to make eye contact, making sure Emery could see her. “I’m here, you’re going to be okay, I promise. I’m here.”

Emery’s mouth moved again and Bex shushed her. “It’s okay, don’t try to talk,” she said. “Just breathe.” Please.

Please.

“Ty,” Emery got out.

Of course, it was. The fucking bastard.

Bex was going to kill him.

Once she found him.

Once Emery was okay.

She had to be okay.

“Here,” Emery gasped. “Here.”

Bex shook her head, not sure what Emery was trying to say.

Then the door to the living room creaked and it sunk in.

Ty.

Was still here.

***

Jay

Jay was rushing past Platt’s desk when Bex started talking again.

“Ty.”

He stopped short, yelling for everyone to shut up.

“Ty,” Bex repeated. “Please. Put the knife down."

Oh, no. God, no.

"Just plea—no!”

Bex's scream echoed through the silent room.

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[alwida10]

I need a word, but I don’t know which one. This trail of thoughts was inspired by a post where someone discovered the nice and cool guy he knew was secretly a serial killer, and how upsetting this revelation was.

So, I was thinking about the Loki series (yes, again), and how it characterized the major players and I noticed something I was tempted to call „one dimensional“, but sadly „one dimensional“ is defined as „ a character who lacks depth and who never seems to learn or grow“. And while I do accuse Larry and co of many things, they do have an arc over the season. So, that’s not the word.

I tried „lack of complexity“ next, but that’s basically the same, so here is the thing I observed. Perhaps you can tell me what it is called.

I am thinking about a character being a „mix“ of good and bad things, in contrast to a character whose facets are all running parallel. Picture a character with different aspects; let’s say their work ethics, their personal life, their hobbies. Imagine someone who is always throughout in their job, polite and well mannered, and has orderly hobbies. They might even change over time, but when they do, all traits show change in the same direction. They start stealing from the workplace, yell at their family and utilize illegal means in their hobbies. On the other side I see characters like Loki in Thor 1, who has many facets:

1. his intentions for the well-being of his people

2. his behavior towards Odin

3. his behavior towards Frigga

4. his relationship to Thor

5. his intentions for jotunheim and it’s people

Over the movie some of those facets change, but not all, making him a complex character, but even without considering that his behavior is different depending on the recipient. This is still the case at the end of the movie. Number 1 & 3 stay fine, 2 & 4 change to the worse, and 5. goes from „i don’t care for them“ to „kill then all“. Another example for this kind of characterization would be Tony stark (after his arc in IM1), who does his best to fight for the greater good, but can be a real burden to those who care about him.

In contrast, Larry‘s traits run parallel. In episodes 1-2 I see this:

1. his behavior towards people that are weaker than him (the mongols, Casey): condescending, threatening

2. his behavior towards people who are more powerful: manipulating, aggressive

3. his attitude towards people: good to be ruled, but not more

4. his attitude towards the time keepers: should be overthrown and replaced by Loki.

He does change over the season, so I cannot call him one-dimensional in the classical sense, but even after the change all traits point in the same direction

1. his behavior toward a people who are weaker than he is (TVA agents in the „new“ TVA): should be protected

2. his behavior towards people who are more powerful (sylvie, the new mobius): we have to work together, treating them with respect or submissiveness, pleading for support

3. his attitude towards people (TVA agents in the „old“ tva, everyone who HWR‘s plans affect): should be protected, consequences for them need to be taken into consideration

4. his attitude towards the ruling person: need to be considered, loki doesn’t want to rule anymore.

I see the same tendency with Sylvie, who changes from a) a badass fighter who can do everything on her own and b) someone who is harsh in conversation to a) someone who needs and accepts help and b) someone who starts opening up in conversation.

A noteworthy exception from this style is Mobius who is show as understanding and welcoming in his personal interactions but is totally okay with killing innocents by pruning. However, at the end of the season his facets are in parallel, too, since he is still verbally welcoming but now against mass murder.

Anyway, I think that is something to consider when writing a character. Real people are seen differently. The dragon-like school teacher can be someone else‘s beloved friend. The lawful and stern father might have been a hippy once. People are multi-faceted.

#tom hiddleston #mcu loki #loki series negativity #loki meta #loki series critical #loki series criticism

[epithet-beloved]

I know I had a request recently,, however, do you have any ideas for guile and ac sylvie hanging out?

SYLVIE AND GUILE HANGING OUT HEADCANONS! 

synopsis… sylvie has a stranger perception of friendship than guile thought

ft. Sylvester “Sylvie” Ashling, Guile Manning, Dirk Chappy (mentioned), Abbot Arbuckle (mentioned)

tags… platonic, sylvie lives with chappy, guile sucks at feelings (but he’s trying his best), sylvie sucks at friendships (but he’s also trying his best)

word count… 853

a/n… omg the first non-reader insert related request … i’m not too confident in my guile writing but i’m trying my little best!!! ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Hoh boy

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When this kid sputters out an offer to Guile to “hang out” he really had no idea what he was in for.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He wanted to refuse, he really sort of kinda did. This is literally a kid, and he’s Guile Manning.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But, Guile is a sap deep deep down and doesn’t want to be cruel to the little guy, so he accepts Sylvie’s offer.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The utter delight in his eyes is one that simultaneously relieves and pains Guile – is he really… that lonely?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’d be a few days later when Guile opens his emails and almost chokes on his coffee to find that Sylvie made a whole damn itinerary for their hangout.  AN ITINERARY. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Guile does think kids are funny to talk to (you ever ask a kid about their dreams? So funny) but Sylvie is on a whole other level.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 A precise hour dedicated to catch-up, then fifteen minutes for snacks, before two hours are spent taking a bus over to a leisure plex where they can play bowling.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It makes Guile’s head spin how exact and to the point all the instructions are.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Before Guile arrives at his house, Sylvie is PANICKING. He’s yelling at his uncle to scram from the house because he has friends coming over (to which Dirk Chappy exclaims in happiness that his nephew finally has some pals; this embarrasses the boy even more)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He has a plan.  Foolproof, fully researched, and optimum for the hangout that will result in a permanent friendship that will be long and fruitful!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 With this, there’s no way Guile will think about leaving him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 …But what if it’s too much?  A little seedling of doubt begins to grow rapidly in Sylvie’s mind.  What if Guile is freaked out, and he doesn’t come around at all?  Maybe he’ll politely put Sylvie down, saying he appreciates it but it’s a bit much.  Or maybe—

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie’s spiralling is stalled by the doorbell going off and Guile at the door with a hood over his head.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 (Seriously, that Arbuckle guy gets way too close to finding him.)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Guile actually arrived a little early, but per the schedule given, he waited until exactly 11am on the dot to make his presence known.  Give the kid a little leeway…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The designated time spent for catch-up ended up going quicker than Sylvie thought, because not much happened in between now and when they last met.  The first strike for Sylvie’s expectations.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If it were anyone else, Guile would have already started banging his head against the table.  This is going so awkwardly, but he didn’t want to do any bad to the kid.  He just wants a friend.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And that’s when it clicks for Guile what he must do as the responsible adult in the situation.  He sighs and pats Sylvie’s head as he nibbles on a cookie provided for the two.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 “Listen, Sylvie…” he trails off.  Guile really didn’t know where he was going with this.  He doesn’t want to just say outright that this isn’t how you make friends, but tact isn’t exactly his strong suit.  He just ends up stiffly asking, “what’s up with the itinerary?  Gave me a real surprise there when I got the email.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He neglects to leave out how professionally worded an email from said twelve year old was.  Gave him the creeps.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie blinks, before clearing his throat, leaning back in his chair and waving his hand about dismissively.  “Oh, yeah, just thought I should give you some expectations for me!  Had to make sure no one can outdo me in hanging out – I sure know Rick gets competitive.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Guile holds his tongue in suggesting that maybe Sylvie isn’t the only one with friendship issues.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 “...Actually?”  Sylvie continues, and Guile perks up, hoping that the boy has seen the error in his calculations.  “Could you eat your cookie a bit slower?  Our bus isn’t for another hour.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He had too much faith in him – doesn’t Sylvie have a masters?  “We could take an earlier one,” Guile counters.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie stirs.  “But the itinerary—”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 “Sylvie…”  Guile sighs.  The boy was starting to get antsy.  Guile really wished he knew better about this sort of thing.  Friendship.  It’d make life so much easier.  Guess he has to betray the kid’s wishes and tell it to him straight; “this is not how you do the friend thing.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 To Guile’s expectations, Sylvie doesn’t reply.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Guile begins to explain how friendship is supposed to be a natural progression, not some masterminded plan to get the person to like you and rely on you as much as possible.  It was blunt, and maybe a little harsh, but it seems like he got through to him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His heart aches when Sylvie apologises meekly, his pretentious attitude melting away completely.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s quiet for a bit, and even more awkward, before Guile thinks of something.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 “Hey,” he says, “did you know there’s this special greeting that means ‘peace among worlds?’”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie perks up a little, leaning towards him in interest.  “Really?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Guile always thought kids were funny.  Maybe, with enough time, he can consider this one a friend.

#🦝's writings #𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request ! #anime campaign #anime campaign imagines #sylvester ashling #sylvie ashling #guile manning

[galaxythreads]

uh... a penny for your thoughts on TaserTricks?

from my Pinterest fic board

from my planning document:

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Jokes aside, I'm pretty fond of the ship and have seen it work quite well. I've read quite a few tasertricks fics on ff.net, but none on a03, mostly because I was more into the ship when I was younger. I enjoy kicking around the idea and playing with the possibility of the pairing, but I have felt all excitement about shipping Loki with anyone drain from my very soul after the Loki series, hence why I haven't really done anything about it.

I guess I just like the set-up of the fics, where Loki, Darcy, Jane, and Thor are often plopped together into a space too small for four inhabitants, Loki and Thor are about 2 seconds away from actively stabbing each other at all times, and there's usually some sort of outside threat that forces Darcy and Loki to work together with their brains. Odin is a jerk. And if not that then the same thing but without Thor there. Idk. There's just something deeply comforting about the repetitiveness to me.

But as a pairing, I think that when Darcy, whose background is mostly a blank slate and her sole purpose in the movies is mostly to be Jane's Friend TM, is flushed out, I think that Darcy could be a good match for him. Given that I think that Loki enjoys verbal sparring--which she would do all the time--but also someone who would be supportive and a good listener. On the contrary, Darcy, who is from what we've seen, is usually pretty wild and I think a calmer partner would bring her a lot of peace, which is why I think they'd work together ~balance ~

Plus the two of them would never be against calling out BS in family situations, which would definitely help. Also Darcy is not an idiot, and Loki, I'm guessing, would be attracted to intelligence, so. Honestly I think if they weren't a couple, they would be really, really good friends.

This is why I don't think Sylvie/Loki or Mobius/Loki would work. they don't balance each other. Sylvie is constantly trying to kill/hurt someone, which means that Loki is always trying to mediate her emotions and she makes 0 effort to consider his, which would be draining. But it would be like this all the time. Sylvie hasn't been in a position where she's had to care about someone else's emotions since she was a very young child, and she needs someone who would constantly be smacking her metaphorically over the head about this in order to maintain a healthy bond. Loki wouldn't do this. He'd never be able to assert his needs or tell her no because she'd yell at him so he would be stuck in a cycle of exhaustion while she always won. Sylvie is an unintentional manipulator, I think, just because of her inexperience with people.

Mobius is an intentional one. Mobius on the other hand is never willing to take critique and does not want to help Loki grow as a person. He's so obsessed with the idea of Loki staying exactly as he is post A1 that he'll do almost anything to beat Loki down into that same place. Mobius does not know how to deal with a Loki who values themselves, nor does he want to. But because Mobius has no desire to help Loki evolve, or listen to Loki's needs even when he tells him directly, Loki would also never be happy or healthy inside of this relationship. Mobius is unwilling to change because he doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing.

Darcy is different. She and Jane have maintained a friendship for years, she has a good relationship with Selvig and Jane, to the point that they move to a different country together. Darcy has been helping Jane with her post-Thor depression and encourages her dating. Darcy maintains a relationship with Ian, even if its mostly played for laughs by the movie. She may be a little socially awkward, but she is willing to help people, listen, and be supportive where she can. Once she and Loki became friends, I think that Darcy would be fiercely protective of him and help him grow and evolve in a healthy way and would be very proud of him.

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actually, while I write this I am realizing that I do not often share my views on MCU ships because I don't tend to talk about it that often. I'm not really someone who is inside fandom to write about romance. It's usually pretty secondary to me. I honestly can't see myself writing a fic that's just about a pairing. There has to be something else going on than the "oh/oh" otherwise I get bored.

Tasertricks 8/10. will usually read the pairing. sometimes deeply annoyed by the way people write loki in the fics.

#tasertricks #loki/darcy #anon #answered

[fighterkimburgess]

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen Chapter 21 - Us

Summary: Sylvie and Kelly find out more about their second child, and what family means becomes clear to everyone. Series Masterlist Here

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: doctors appointments

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If there was one thing that her first few weeks taught Sylvie, it was that she wasn’t set up for desk work. She could do the job, but she lived for hearing about the calls from everyone. As nice as it was to leave at five every day, she missed her uncomfortable bunk.

Kelly hovered around her multiple times, checking if she needed anything and bringing her plates of lunch. She tried waving it away - most of the clerical staff didn’t eat with the firefighters and paramedics - but he insisted she ate. It was a weird mixture of being with the folks who went on calls, but she was out of the loop on a lot of things. Plus, she met the folks from the other shifts so she got to learn a little more from them.

Her cast was off and she was doing physical therapy to regain the strength in it. Her ribs were healed, and the day she was able to lift Andy up and cuddle him made her so much happier than she thought she would have been. He grasped onto her and held on, his head in her shoulder as they both enjoyed it. She caught sight of Kelly watching them, tears in his eyes as he took the portrait in front of him in.

Her belly kept getting bigger, the pregnancy that she’d been roughly able to hide now impossible to. It was uncomfortable at the best of times, the weight in front of her different to anything else she’d ever had. Kelly had started helping her rub moisturiser in, giving her a massage. He was there and present for everything they had to do, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

But it was time for their anatomy scan, to fully meet their baby and get to grips with really becoming parents. They’d spent the week before explaining the idea of a baby to Andy. He didn’t really understand it fully, but he’d started running up to Sylvie when she was sitting down and yelling “BABY” to her.

Walking into Med she felt safe, no visible injuries anymore and nothing that would mean she had to stay behind. Everything was going well, flutters in her stomach making it so obvious to her that yes, this baby was growing. Kelly couldn’t feel them yet, but she thought he’d feel it soon. They came into the scan room, Sylvie sitting up on the bed in the middle of the room as Kelly sat beside her.

“Are you scared?” He asked, his voice a bare whisper.

“Terrified. I keep remembering when Gabby was at this stage. But I’m not her, and this pregnancy isn’t the one that ended up with Andy. I’ve never seen someone have an easy pregnancy. We’ll see how it goes from here. But we’re together, right?”

“Even without the baby I’d still be here. You’re not getting away that easily, Brett.”

The technician arrived in, smiling at Sylvie and Kelly as she set up the machine.

“This is your first pregnancy I saw on your chart. Are you excited to be parents?” She asked, Sylvie nodding.

“We’ve got a seventeen month old, but yeah, we are. I’m excited to make sure this little one is safe and healthy.”

“And so I can win the bet with everyone,” Kelly interjected, an eyebrow raise in response. “We work together, our coworkers are convinced she’s having a girl because every child born to our friends has been a boy so far. Purely because of that I think it’s a boy.”

“You just don’t want to have to deal with being the only girl dad. You’re better with Andy!” It was the strange look from the technician that made her continue, addressing her instead. “We adopted our godson after his parents died in a car crash. So first pregnancy, second child.”

“Aww, I love that. This will be cold, but lets see this baby.”

The scan took a lot longer than any of the others, the technician taking measurements and watching how the baby was growing. Sylvie stared at their child on the screen, Kelly gripping her hand in both of his. Every few moments he’d press a kiss to her fingers, squeezing lightly as he stared. She’d have sworn that there was tears in his eyes as he watched the screen, a hand waving and Sylvie shivering at it.

“Can you feel it?”

“Yeah. You’ll feel it soon too.”

“And lets hear that heartbeat. Do you want to know the sex?”

“Yes.” They answered simultaneously as they listened to the pitter patter of the heartbeat, the rapid thumps that told them their child was right there and would be ok.

“Let’s see if if this child is shy. Oh, nope, he’s not.”

“It’s Kelly Severide’s child, of course he’s not…he?” Sylvie trailed off and stared at the smiling technician.

“You’re having a perfectly healthy baby boy. Andy will have a little brother.”

They got the photos printed and stared at them as they waited to go into the doctor, looking carefully at their son. 

“I know we’ll probably argue about a middle name, but he’s Matthew, isn’t he?” Sylvie asked, watching Kelly force himself to hold his emotions together.

“Yeah. Fuck. I always thought if I ever had a kid I’d have Matt and Andy here with me. They’d tell me I was doing the wrong thing, stop me from killing my kid. But they’re gone.”

“We’ll keep them alive for the boys. They’ll learn all about their dad’s friends, about the men we named them after. So Andy can know about his dad, and our Matt can know about the two of them. Our boys aren’t going to grow up not knowing about them.”

“It’s weird, y’know? Andy’s ours, but he’s yours. I don’t have anything legal for him.”

“We’ll fix that. Before Matt arrives.” 

“The name suits him.” Kelly rested his hand on her bump, and they sat with their joint grief in the waiting room, the pain hitting them again. This time instead of dealing with it alone they held onto each other, encouraging the other to know that there was someone there.

When they came back into the office their hands stayed linked, even when the doctor came in. Sylvie refused to let go of the comfort that Kelly gave her.

“I can confirm everything looks normal here, folks. Baby Brett is growing well, and you’re dating at twenty two weeks. Does that sound about right?” She asked, Sylvie nodding.

“Yeah, it’s right. Kind of hard to believe at this point that I’m more than halfway there.”

“It’s just going to go faster. Have you got anything set up yet?” Kelly nodded at the question.

“We’ve got all the furniture from our oldest, so that’s easier. Plus a lot of his clothes I think.”

“I thought this was…” She trailed off, flicking through Sylvie’s file.

“My first pregnancy. We adopted our eldest last year.” Her words left no space to argue with her, a nod from the doctor.

“Ah, understood. Thanks.”

The rest of the appointment went more smoothly, and they slipped into Kelly’s car. His hand barely left hers apart from when she got into the car, and even when he got into his side he took it again.

“I meant what I said, you know.” Kelly turned his head as they were at a stop light. “I’m getting in touch with the court, we don’t even need a lawyer. You’re Andy’s dad, you’re adopting him. As long as you want to.”

“Yeah…yeah I do. I didn’t think you wanted me to do it.”

“There’s nobody else I’d rather do it. I mean it.”

They were quiet on the rest of the drive, both caught in their own thoughts. It was so much to deal with, Sylvie’s mind spinning. They’d started running as soon as the relationship had started, and part of that scared her. But as she thought about it it was completely right. They’d had so many false starts, and was it really them if they didn’t rush through the traditional relationship stuff?

“Where are we going?” Sylvie asked as they passed the turn they should have taken instead heading towards Wicker Park.

“Molly’s. Herrmann asked me to stop by, is that ok?”

“Sure.”

She pulled out her phone and started going through the list of things she’d need that she’d written. Most of it she already had from Andy so she could delete a lot of it, especially the clothes. They had enough anyway. A little part of her was disappointed that she wouldn’t get to do the usual pregnancy things, but it was how things happened. She’d still rope Kelly into coming shopping with her for a new stroller that could fit the two boys in it. But they had to get a toddler bed for Andy, turning what had been Kelly’s room into the new nursery for Matt. They could see how things went as time continued.

When they pulled up to Molly’s the lights were off, Sylvie staring at the bar.

“Are you sure he’s here?”

“He’s doing inventory. Coming in? And are we gonna tell him the sex?” Kelly smiled that crooked smile, and she felt her heart beat a little faster.

“He won’t give up if we don’t tell him, so yeah. Let’s do it.” 

Kelly walked into the bar first, holding the door open as Sylvie came through it. But inside were all their friends and coworkers, balloons and smiles on faces as they yelled surprise at her.

“What…what is this?” She asked, staring at them all.

“Your baby shower. It’s your first pregnancy, you’re getting spoilt.” Donna Boden was the first to greet her, arms wrapping around Sylvie with a smile on her face. Andy ran straight to her and Sylvie lifted him up, balancing him around her bump while she still could.

There was a pile of gifts for her, most of them things that were actually for Sylvie, rather than for the baby. There were pampering sets and boxes of chocolates, along with three really large boxes of diapers. They were from premie to a few months old, Sylvie smiling at them.

“This is from everyone at 51. If it doesn’t work we’ll get you the store credit and you can pick what you want, but they said it’d be ideal for you.” Boden pushed a huge box into the middle of the room, Sylvie staring at it. Kelly looked just as surprised to see it, but everyone was waiting for them to open it.

“Did we miss everything? We got stuck in traffic!” Sylvie turned to see her mom and dad rushing into the bar, slightly red faced and worried. But she grinned, both of them hugging her as tightly as they could.

“Gamma! Hi Gamma!” Andy said, insisting on getting into his grandmother’s arms. Monica just took him, revelling in the hug from her grandson.

“Mom, Dad, this is Kelly.”

“Mr and Mrs Brett.” He held out his hand, John taking it and shaking once before pulling Kelly in for a hug. Monica did the same with her free arm, kissing his cheek and making the younger man flush.

“You’re just in time, Mr and Mrs Brett. Do you want to sit?” Violet brought them around so Kelly and Sylvie could open the present, ripping the large sheets of wrapping paper from around it.

It was a multi child stroller, like one of the ones Sylvie had really wanted but thought they couldn’t justify. There was space for two children in it, and a standing board so if Andy wanted to stand as she pushed they could. The smile couldn’t leave her face as she looked at it.

“Thank you. All of you.” She couldn’t quite believe it, Kelly pressing a kiss to her temple as he smiled. He gave her a look and she nodded quickly, letting him give this news to their friends, their family.

“We found out today that we’re having a boy. We’re gonna name him Matthew.” The room burst into applause, tears in the eyes of the people who’d been close to Matt and Gabby. The rest of the afternoon was filled with hugs, people filing out until Kelly, Sylvie, her parents, and Andy were some of the last there.

“I’ll use the minivan to get the box to your place, don’t worry. Go spend time with your parents,” Herrmann told her, giving her a final hug. “We’re all happy for you. You know that, right?”

“I know. Thank you.”

They walked outside, Andy holding Kelly’s hand and grinning as he did.

“Do you want to get dinner? There’s a great diner a couple of blocks away, we stop in for milkshakes every so often.” There was an awkwardness between Kelly and her parents, but Sylvie was proud of him for making the effort with them.

“That’d be nice. It’s later than we thought, we should get on the road.”

“Stay with us.” Sylvie gawked at Kelly when he finished speaking. “Andy hasn’t seen you in a couple of months, we’ve a spare bedroom. If there isn’t anything you specifically can’t do here, stay with us.”

Monica and John mulled it over for a moment but nodded, looking at the little family. “Thank you, that’d be wonderful.”

They sat at a booth, Andy on the edge in a high chair. He kept grasping at everyone’s food, not content to eat his own toddler sized grilled cheese. But the mood was high among the four adults, things easing between them all. Even that evening once Andy was in bed they sat on the couch and watched a movie. Sylvie felt weird being held by Kelly with her parents in the room but she pushed that weirdness away, taking his hand and putting it on her belly when she could feel Matt’s kicks. He couldn’t feel them yet, but he smiled every time she did it.

The next morning Kelly had shift, Sylvie going into work with him. Cindy still took Andy for the full twenty four hours so they could keep him in a routine, and he wasn’t happy saying goodbye to his grandparents. But he got into the car with Kelly, Sylvie hugging them goodbye.

“Thanks for being here,” she murmured to her mom, a tight squeeze in response.

“It’s not every day our eldest has her baby shower. We’re so proud of you. And Kelly’s a good man. I know there’s been issues but I think you’re both happy now.”

“We are. I’m lucky.”

“Good. I’ll tell you when we get home.”

“Love you, Mom.” She pulled her mom in for another squeeze before doing the same to her dad.

“We love you too. Don’t be late.”

It was a quick drive, dropping Andy off and heading to 51. Before they got out of the car Sylvie pulled Kelly across to her, giving him a kiss. They tended to stop any PDA before they reached the firehouse, neither particularly comfortable with it in work. He looked at her confusedly before they got out of the car.

“My mom said you’re a good man.” His face brightened, the two holding hands as they got inside.

Her shift passed quickly, a wave to her friends and a squeeze of Kelly’s hand before she left. It was her normal night alone when Kelly was on shift, curling up on the couch with popcorn and House Hunters. Every few minutes the bowl on her belly would shake slightly as Matt nudged her. It was barely noticeable, but she knew she had to tell Kelly as soon as she could. He’d want to try feel the movements.

The next morning she got in early, Squad just returning from a call. When Kelly saw her he pulled her into a cuddle, holding her tightly against his chest.

“Bad call?”

“The worst. I just need to know you’re here.”

She held onto him, giving him the comfort and support he needed even in the middle of the app floor. He needed her and if she could give it to him then she would.

“I love you,” Sylvie whispered as he finally let go, her hand cupping his sooty cheek.

“I love you too. So much.” She got on tiptoes to kiss him, the bump almost but not quite getting in the way of what she wanted to do.

All too soon it was time for her to start work, a final goodbye to Kelly and checking in on everyone else who’d been at the fire. It was a gas leak in a home that had exploded, a family gone in a matter of seconds. She hugged and cared for everyone the same, making sure they knew she was there for them, But she had to sit and work, staring at her computer when she wanted to be there with her boyfriend and son, making sure Kelly was ok.

That night when she got home from work she wasn’t sure what was going on. The living area of the condo was quiet, nobody around.

“Kelly? Andy?  Where are you?”

“Mama! Bed Mama!” She followed Andy’s voice to her bedroom, stopping still at the doorway. Andy was in a mini suit, a grin on his face. Kelly was in a matching one, a yellow tie around his neck as he held Andy and smiled at Sylvie staring at them. The room was lit by electric candles, the soft light making it glow.

“I’m not dressed for anything fancy.” The words slipped out of Sylvie’s mouth as she watched them, Kelly smiling wider.

“You always look fancy. But this is you and me, and our boys. Because I want to remind you that we love you. There’s a dress and shoes on the bed, we’ve got dinner reservations.”

He left her to get dressed, Sylvie slipping on the full skirted outfit and doing a twirl. Kelly hadn’t left her much time but she did the most basic makeup before stepping out into the living room. Her boys were there waiting for her, a toothy grin on Andy’s face seeing her.

“You look beautiful.” Kelly kissed her gently, and Matt moved in her belly. She took her boyfriend’s hand and pushed it against where their second child had kicked, waiting for Matt to do it again. He did, Kelly brightening even more.

“That’s our boy?”

“That’s him. Let’s go to these reservations.”

As she walked out of the condo carrying Andy, Kelly close behind her, there was nothing else Sylvie Brett could have wished for in that moment. Despite the trials and struggles she had her boys and she couldn’t wait for their family to grow and be permanent.

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[sidhewrites]

Today's excerpt from silverlight. you ever try to be nice to the woman you saved from dying, but she keeps on being an ass about everything :p

WIP Info linked here

Tag list: @ambreeskyewriting @serenanymph @karangarin @feather-dancer @beautiful-mischief

Sylvie woke with the dawn. Birds sang pleasantly, the bees already hard at work moving from flower to flower. On her left, Jack still snored lightly, one arm thrown over his face to block out the sun as it rose slowly in the sky. But on her left, the girl was gone. The cat slept soundly, tucked in like a coddled baby under the girl's blue coat, but the blanket had been thrown back from the bedroll, and her shoes were missing.

The smell of roasting truffles filled her nostrils. Sylvie sat up with a scowl, wincing in pain at the movement, and turned to see a small cooking fire crackling merrily. Polly tended to her little pan, humming quietly as she cooked. "Morning!" she called over.

"You're awake."

"Very astute." She smiled, and turned over one of the truffles. "Hungry?"

"How long have you been awake?"

"A few hours now?" She hadn't been keeping close track of the time."Don't worry, I didn't wander off or anything. These came from home." Polly smiled as she turned over the truffle with a set of small tongs, double checking how well it had been cooked before pulling it onto one of the tin plates. "Do you think we can fish nearby? Marius is going to be upset if he doesn't get his usual breakfast."

Sylvie said nothing. She watched as Polly worked, gears turning in her head. But whatever she was thinking, Polly couldn't begin to guess.

"So..." she tried. "Fishing?"

"Do you have a net?"

"Ah..." Polly grimaced.

"A hook?"

"Mm...."

"Anything?"

"Point taken." She winced again, glancing over to the ball of fur, whose ears were beginning to twitch.

He opened his mouth, yawned, and stretched before sitting up and looking around blearily. As he wakes up further, he seems to frown, brow knitting together before shooting up in surprise. "I'm outside. I'm...I'm outside. Where's the hearth? Where's the bed? Where's my little bowl shaped like a fish?" He looked around, ears flattening, and gasped with relief as soon as he saw Polly.

"Oh, sweet boy --" She tried, rising from her spot by the fire, but Marius was already running towards her and leapt into her arms.

"I'm outside! I'm not meant to be outside! Polly, what horrible place is this!"

"Marius, baby, it's okay. We're going to Faerie, remember?" She scratched behind his ears, trying desperately to placate him.

The yelling roused Jack, and he leapt to his feet, drawing his knife before he was fully awake. "Who's there? Who -- ?"

"Oh, lovely. Now you're all yelling." Sylvie rose to her feet with a grunt, gritting her teeth as the pain in her side flared up with the movement. Though she tried to power through it, the pain was too great, and Sylvie nearly fell to her knees before Polly, abandoning the cat, rushed to her side to hold her up.

"Easy--" She said, and Sylvie did not miss how she smelled so irritatingly like a homey little cottage. "Be careful. You're still hurt."

"I'm fine." Sylvie fought to stand upright, only finally managing it with great struggle. "I'm going to find something to eat."

"But I..." Polly tried.

"I would offer you my thanks, village girl, but my debt to you is great enough. I have no interest in letting it grow."

She frowned, a furrow creasing between her brows. "Your debt?"

Sylvie looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Is that all you think of us? That we're taking advantage of the debt?"

"Your mother was not subtle, shopgirl."

"So we could talk you into letting us go with you."

"Yes, to see the Day Court. I was there."

"No -- to make sure you don't die!"

"Please." Sylvie scoffed.

"Sylvie, you were nearly dead when we found you. You can barely stand on your own. Don't give me that look, I saw how you winced." Polly made herself speak more quietly, hands out in an attempt at a peace offering. "I just want to make sure you get home safe." No. She had a feeling that Sylvie wouldn't be happy with that alone. Polly hadn't known her for long, but it wasn't hard to figure out that Sylvie cared for her duty far more than she did herself. "You can't...You can't deliver your message to the Day King if you can't even stand on your own."

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[leos-regression-cove]

The New Little

23. Rainy Rains and Choo-Choo Trains

Synopsis: Thor and Sylvie get the littles ready to go see Frigga in her retirement community.

Word count: 1,025

Stand Alone?: 1/?

Warnings: reference to breast feeding

Notes: If you've been keeping up with me on here, you already know how excited I am for this arc. It's 40 pages long at the moment of posting this and growing (but this chapter is very short), and plotted with the 3 act structure of a traditional novel. I consider this chapter to be a scene setter or prologue.

Read it on AO3!

“Thor?!” Sylvie yelled from the other room. 

“Hm?!” he responded as loudly as he could. 

“It’s starting to rain!” 

“I see it!” he told her. “I have them!” 

Loki, in just his diaper, sorted through the clothes in his closet, like every day, while Thor put Mobius in some corduroy overalls, helping him get his legs through the holes and making sure the straps weren’t twisted as the little tried his best to click them into place around the bib, sitting on the open edge of his crib. 

The sides had been left down for a couple of days now. 

“I don’t think they’ll let you onto the train looking like that,” Thor told the nearly naked toddler still sitting on the floor. 

Loki stuck out his lower lip.

 “How about we get you into a matching outfit?” Thor suggested. “Mummy would find that precious.” 

Sylvie poked her head in while Thor buttoned up the straps over Loki’s shoulders. “Look at you two all matchy-matchy!” she cooed. 

Mobius smiled and hopped down from his bed to run up to her. “Momma, we go!” he told her, flapping his hands by his shoulders and bouncing on his tip toes. 

“We are going to go somewhere!” she agreed, “that is, if you and Loki can put your shoes and socks on.” She reached behind him to pull out a drawer and began to help him with this difficult part of dressing. 

“There we go, you’ve little kitties on your feet now!” 

“Kitties!” he repeated. 

“Kit-ties!” Loki squeaked back as he looked through his own sock drawer to find a pair. 

“Here are your kitties!” Sylvie told him, showing him the second pair of cat socks in her hands.

Then, soon, Thor picked Loki up and lugged him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and grabbed the little’s diaper bag and suitcase as he did so. 

Sylvie on the other hand, squeezed Mobius’ hand and briskly led him behind the brothers. 

Then, when she could leave him with Thor and Loki, she ran inside to grab a stroller.

“Why did you grab that one?” Thor asked. 

“What’s wrong with it?” 

“Loki’s pretty big, and Mobius is walking on his own, do we need to take the baby one?” 

“It’s comfy for them! And we might as well get our money’s worth,” she reasoned, stuttering a little. “Look how nicely it fits all the bags, too!” That part was true, as the reclined seat did cradle the bags nicely. 

Thor shrugged.

The stroller hardly fit on the train, but there was a spot in the corner of a car where Sylvie could put it. If nothing else, it was a little more compact than the toddler stroller was. 

Thor set Loki down on a seat just before the train started to move, one that faced a small table. “No! No backwards!” the little one fussed as the car lurched forward. 

Sylvie sighed, cut her losses, and let the tall little awkwardly try to sit in her arms, clinging onto her with his bum on the table so he could face forward, just like Thor and Mobius. 

At first, she tried to ignore him, and instead hold a normal conversation with her co-caregiver, but unfortunately, Loki was too cute and she ended up running her fingers through his hair and petting his back. 

“Ah ah, nope, we’re not doing this that way right now,” she said very suddenly when his squirmy hands began to lift her shirt up. 

Loki murmured something incomprehensible. 

“If you’re hungry, this is all I’m going to give you right now.” She reached down just slightly to grab a bottle out of the diaper bag by her feet and tucked it into her neck for him.

“Trains always turn you into such a little baby, hm?” she smiled. “Are you going to be a baby when you see your mum?” 

Loki didn’t do much to answer, besides readjusting his arms around her and making a tiny peeping coo. 

“Are you seeing what Mobius is up to?”

Mobius almost seemed startled as his attention was ripped away from window-watching by Loki tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Bee! Mo-bee!” Loki cooed. 

Mobius reached over the table to pet the little one’s hair, running the inky curls through his fingers just like he had seen Sylvie do. “Hi Loki!” 

“Ooh! You got the ‘L’ look at you!” Sylvie smiled. 

“Mobius, are you feeling big today?” Thor asked. 

The little nodded. 

“Big enough to try one of Loki’s favorite games?” 

“Bigger n Loki!” he exclaimed.  

Thor rooted around in the diaper bag for a  coloring book as well as a box of crayons and set them out for Mobius on the table. 

The boy flipped through and landed on a page he liked before selecting a color and sliding the box over to Thor. 

“Would you like me to color with you?” Thor asked. 

The little one nodded silently as he got to work. So, Thor grabbed a crayon and joined him.

Frigga’s retirement community was four hours and two train transfers away. Precisely the reason that Thor had taken the time to convince Sylvie to spend the night there. Lord knows it hadn’t been her first idea. 

By the time that this third train had stopped, Loki had only grown more awake, hyperactive, and grown-up in headspace-- up to his very top limit of three years old to impress his mother with what a big boy he was, much to Sylvie’s disappointment. 

Luckily, she still had one more little to baby. 

“You know, if you don’t take a nap soon you’ll have to take one at nana’s,” she told Mobius flippantly. “Are you sure you don’t need to sit in the stroller? We wouldn’t want a repeat of last week.”

Cautiously, he agreed and sat down, letting Sylvie buckle him in. Even though he crossed his arms and didn’t dare touch any of the toys. 

The pattering of rain on the nylon fabric shielding him from the rain and fleece baby blanket over him, must’ve felt quite nice.

For a moment, Sylvie almost felt jealous. 

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[puckwritesstuff]

What if... everyone was supporting the idea of Vali marrying Bruni and Sif's daughter seeing that they were finally courting? Loki and the two Naris also supported this because they knew through Sylvie about her supposed future with the girl. Vali was not about it because she is like Fandral. In comes Mama Sigyn to the rescue about her daughter having the right to choose and clearing to everyone that she is not Sylvie. Thank you!

Despite the fact that we don't know the next chapter in Sylvie's story, I have always had the feeling that Vali never really gets to know her as she grows up. She's this person that she's heard about, constantly, and somewhat compared to, but never meets. So when people bring her up, it's a bit of a sore spot for her, even if unintentionally.

Thank you for the ask!

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Váli slammed the door to the Great Hall— not a mean feat, considering the large, wooden doors weighed a literal ton. She stormed past her parents and uncle, up the stairs to the living areas of the hall. Thor blinked.

“Um…”

“I’ll speak with her,” Sigyn said.

Sigyn went upstairs and stood in front of the closed door to Váli’s chambers. She knocked on the door.

“Váli?”

“Go away!” Váli’s yell was muffled by the closed door.

Sigyn sighed.

“I just want to talk,” she said.

There was silence behind the door for a moment.

“Fine,” Váli said.

Sigyn entered her daughter’s room. Váli was sitting up on her bed, hugging a pillow, her knees pulled close. Sigyn sat on the edge of the bed, not saying anything for a moment. Váli didn’t project anger with her face, but confusion and devastation.

“I don’t have to get married, do I?” Váli said.

Sigyn blinked. “Of course not, why would you ever think that?”

Váli shrugged. “The Naris were saying I’m supposed to get married to Sigrid. I like her just fine, you know, and maybe there’s something— but I don’t wanna…”

She shook her head.

“Fandral said I don’t have to if I don’t want to,” she continued. “That he never wants to, and that’s okay.”

“It’s absolutely okay,” Sigyn said. “And none of us would love you any less if you decided either way. But this isn’t a ‘storm off and slam doors’ sort of crisis.”

Váli sighed. “Nari… your Nari, he was talking about…”

She brought herself in tighter, looking away.

“They kept talking about her,” she muttered. “And your Nari called me by her name, and I just…”

She shook her head. Sigyn could feel ice in her veins.

“Is everyone all right?” she asked.

“Your Nari’s probably going to have a pretty decent black eye,” Váli said. “But other than that.”

Sigyn nodded, releasing the tension in her shoulders.

“I will say this,” Sigyn said. “You are not Sylvie. You will never be Sylvie. Her life was long and hard and had too little happiness for far too long. She was shaped by it, and she never fully recovered. You were raised surrounded by love, and I wish more than anything that she could have had that as well.”

“But they said—”

“I would not put any stock in Kang’s Sacred Timeline,” Sigyn said. “It was created to tear us apart, and it does that job very well. You don’t have to marry Sigrid if you don’t want to, and the royal family will survive if the youngest child of the king remains a maiden.”

Váli nodded, shrugging a little.

“Not entirely a maiden…” she muttered.

Sigyn smiled.

“I know,” she said. “But there is nothing you could do that your father and I would love you any less.”

Váli nodded and leaned over to hug her mother. Sigyn held her tight, a hand in her hair.

“You are loved,” Sigyn said. “And you love so fiercely. No one can know you and doubt that. If your relationship with Sigrid never goes further than where it is now, she will appreciate every moment with you. No matter what you decide, there is no one in this family who will not accept you as you are.”

Váli buried her face in Sigyn’s shoulder, smiling softly.

#prompt #fanfiction #vali #sigyn #logyn #loki x sigyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP Main Timeline

[paracsmic]

@badcompanys​​​ sent 🤝x 10 to introduce more of my npcs!

npc meme: not accepting!

reese dunn ( michael goorjian ) - best friend and roommate of corbin bailey. a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold but a mean streak and a quick temper. passionately shares the same punk, anarchist views as corbin. can often be found at rallies and protests, where he’s never afraid to throw the first stone  - or punch - for what he believes in.

zachary ‘zack’ marshall ( landon liboiron ) - an outcast in the town of greymire - which never bodes well. accused of assaulting a rich woman he’d never even seen before, zack was brought into the woods and dropped in front of walker bishop. as he pleaded for his life, walker realized there might be more to the story than seen. also accused of crimes he didn’t commit, walker sympathized and offered to help instead of harm.

mathilda ‘mattie’ reynolds ( lily tomlin ) - the eccentric aunt to mitchell nelson. mattie started the diy craft store scissor me timbers in the late 80′s and operated it for nearly thirty years before deciding to retire to florida with her wife, sylvie reynolds, and pass her beloved store on to her favorite (and only) nephew. she’s an outgoing, bubbly soul still stuck in her hippie days and never planning on growing out of them.

byron ‘ronnie’ parker ( norman reedus ) - single father to gus parker. owns a mechanic shop. has raised gus by himself since he was born after gus’ mom decided she wasn’t ready to have a kid and left. patient and kind but also the strong, silent type - like gus.

renee mckree ( winona ryder ) - biological mother to gus parker and ryder mckree. got pregnant right out of high school. when she told her parents, they threatened to disown her and refused to help her through college. she made the decision to walk away from ronnie and gus, knowing she wasn’t ready to be a mother yet. she kept tabs on the pair of the years and has recently decided that she wants to have a relationship with gus and is adamant about making amends.

mason snyder ( owen teague ) - best friend of ryder mckree. mason and ryder are a classic case of nature vs. nurture. mason grew up in an abusive household and took his anger out on those around him at school. from a young age, he bullied, pushed around and yelled at his peers. it was all he’d ever known. watching mason torment their classmates, ryder knew immediately that he would rather be the bully than the victim to mason’s cruelty. he befriended mason in kindergarten and after seeing firsthand what mason went through at home, ryder and his parents have been like a second family to mason. 

note: putting these last few under a cut for various trigger warnings!

lorenzo benoist ( mads mikkelson ) - best friend and brother in law to charlie harris. at fourteen years old, lorenzo found charlie’s father, henrik, dismembering a body in the harris family basement. instead of being scared and running, curiosity overtook lorenzo and forever warped his fragile mind. in henrik’s eyes, lorenzo was the son he deserved. he had tried everything to mold charlie in his own image but it was lorenzo who had finally seen - and accepted - him for who he was. after henrik’s execution, lorenzo took over his mantle and continued to push charlie to become the killer his dad had always wanted him to be. 

rose ferguson ( sadie sink ) - late sister of sienna ferguson. doomed from birth by bad genetics. she never let on that she was struggling with her mental health, never asked for help. she was loving, compassionate and wanted to be a nurse to help others - a career path that sienna has since started down in honor of her sister. her death is still fresh in the minds of sienna and clancy. 

clancy ferguson ( michael fassbender ) - dad to sienna ferguson. never fully recovered from the death of his wife. to have his youngest daughter leave the world in the same way was devastating to him. contrary to what sienna believes, he does love her - he simply has trouble communicating it and is secretly terrified that she will leave him the same way the others did. she mistakes his withdrawal for detest. 

ruby ferguson ( christina hendrix ) - the late mother of sienna ferguson. after a long battle with bipolar depression, ruby lost the fight when sienna was seven and rose was a newborn. she left behind a husband who never moved on and two daughters who both inherited the same mental fragility. while she was alive, she was creative, artistic and passionate - all traits that sienna has also picked up. 

#my tendency to write my own npcs is already starting to twitch #thank you vex for finally making me get my shit together and sort out my npcs #npc: lorenzo benoist #npc: byron parker #npc: mason snyder #npc: zack marshall #npc: reese dunn #npc: clancy ferguson #npc: ruby ferguson #npc: rose ferguson #npc: renee mckree #npc: mattie reynolds

[ifhehadbeenwithmeblog]

Pages 338-389

Since Autumn and Jamie’s breakup, Finny has been around every day to make sure she’s okay. Autumn feared she’d one day impulsively call Jamie just to yell at him, but Finny insisted she is to come over and read in his room while he plays video games, that way he holds the opportunity to preclude her from calling Jamie. Finny is reaching great lengths to take care of Autumn. I firmly believe that he never perceived Jamie as a guy deserving of Autumn and awaited their breakup, despite his relationship with Sylvie still moving steady. Since she’s spending three months in Europe, he has the ability to spend every day with Autumn excluding interruptions. Their relationship is healing after the distance that followed the kiss in 8th grade, patching up the wound that resulted in their endurance of the two separate, far away worlds. This situation is a reminder that distance makes the heart grow fonder. The absence of someone loved and cared about allows for a memory reel to occur and spin around our minds, reminding us how much we love and miss them, and the realization of how we aren't truly aware of what we have before it’s gone.

In the middle of the night, Autumn’s phone buzzes with the words “Guinevere Angel 3:46 am 7 lbs 2 oz visting hours tomorrow 1-6.” Finny accompanies her visit to the maternity ward for both offering a ride and moral support due to Jamie’s presence in the hospital room. Autumn and Finny admire the small bundle of joy cradled in Autumn’s arms, before giving her to Finny to hold. Autumn falls in love with the sight of Finny holding something so vulnerable, and comes to a realization: “I never, never felt this way about Jamie, even at the best of times.” This new awareness emphasizes that true love can and will be discovered again after a heartbreak.

Their summer days consist of staying out late and sleeping past breakfast time, with most of the time spent driving around with the windows down as the wind blows in Autumn’s hair. Their late-night adventurous endeavors consist of drive-thrus and twenty-four hour grocery stores. When you’re in love, it’s the person that matters, not the place. 

I can relate to Autumn within her passion for writing. She’s been working on a novel of her own that Finny always begs to see, but she refuses and says it’s private before giving in and allowing a “maybe.” As the reader myself, I wondered what Autumn was writing about as well.

Jack, Finny’s best friend, began to spend time with the duo. When Jack and Autumn found themselves alone, Jack insisted that Autumn do not “mess with his his head again,” referring to Finny, and that it took him “forever” to get over her. I was more shocked than Autumn was. Their feelings for each other were mutual, Finny kissed Autumn not because he wanted to just kiss a girl, he was in love with her, but I can see that Autumn was blinded by her own insecurities to realize it. This is the epitome of missing the chances we don’t take. If Autumn hadn’t allowed her insecurity stop her from realizing she is worth being loved by Finny, they would’ve been  Autumn finally admitted to herself that she is in love with Finny. “I want him to break up with Sylvie. I want him to be in love with me. Like a movie montage I can’t stop, scenes from the summer fly through my mind.” This is the realization that she has a need to be needed by Finny and doesn’t feel as if it’s too late, and that Finny is more than just a summer thing. He is her everything.

Autumn’s novel is finally completed and releases her guard in order for Finny to give it his long awaited read. This is also the moment the actual reader of ‘If He Had Been With Me’ finds out the piece of work that had kept Autumn hyper-fixated on its completion.

As I had suspected, she had written about her relationship with Finny. How it had always been perfect their entire lives, until the fateful kiss made Autumn run like a scared little girl. I wish their relationship didn’t endure the deep bump in the road. I loved Finny, I loved Autumn, I loved Finny for Autumn and everything I had hoped for since the start of the book had finally started to happen.

Finny was well aware the novel was a fictional adaptation of himself and Autumn and felt lachrymose post-read. He confronted Autumn about eighth grade: “Why did you leave? We did not just grow apart Autumn.” He is adamant, yet apologetic. He is feeling regret for scaring her away and kissing her when she wasn’t ready, and like I started in a previous blog post, Autumn allowed her tendency to self-deprecate when she called herself selfish. A lesson I learned myself is communication is the bedrock, the foundation, of all successful relationships. Lack of communication can ruin something special, just because the pride that stops us from saying how we feel.

Autumn and Finny ultimately kiss, finally. The moment they got together felt like fireworks glimmering around me, the childhood best friends to lovers trope is always the most beautiful read. Their kiss eventually escalates to Autumn losing her virginity to him. After four years of hesitating with Jamie, she didn’t think twice when it came down to Finny. She felt safe, secure, comfortable. “It’s you and me now, right?” Finny asked Autumn, implying that they are boyfriend and girlfriend. I remembered that him and Sylvie are technically together still, and that he cheated on her with Autumn. However, I don’t believe Finny would do the same infidelity to Autumn; they’re different. Sylvie was to return from Europe the next day but insists on breaking up with her in person rather than on the phone since he’s afraid of hurting her or being too brutal. This was the most crucial mistake Finny was to make in the longevity of his life.

The next day, he leaves to break up with Sylvie as it begins to rain during the sunset.

Later in the night, Autumn hears footsteps in the hallway, and calls “Finny?” before perceiving the sight of her mother in tears. I was not prepared for the next chapter.

“On August 8, Phineas Smith died.” He was in the car with Sylvie arguing, before the rain began to pour like buckets out of the sky, resulting in his car spinning out and crashing into a pole. Sylvie and Finny both live, however Sylvie flew out of the car during the accident because she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Finny, the empath he is, leaps out of the car to check on Sylvie before stepping into a puddle electrified by the telephone pole, becoming electrocuted, and then dying. Of all the books I’ve read involving death, this was the worst one. Finny didn’t deserve to die at 18. He deserved to go to medical school like he dreamed of. He deserved to marry Autumn and be happy for the rest of his life. If he had been with Autumn, he wouldn’t have died.

After his death, I began to worry about Autumn and Aunt Angelina. It’s fall now, but feeling more brass than the gold glow of autumn. Her depression overconsumes her, resorting to suicide. Autumn attempted to end her life in Finny’s room, believing he will forgive her.

Grief is the most overwhelming feeling someone can endure. Like Autumn, I had a difficult time adjusting to life without someone you love. My mind turned into a complex, my thoughts felt attacked as I coped with the emotional pain. Securing the damage is challenging, but after Autumn’s attempt, I saw a fight left in her.

Her suicide failed, and she woke up in the hospital. After a series of tests, it was concluded that Autumn is safe, stable, and pregnant with Finny’s baby. Bringing this new life into the world was a method of keeping Finny alive, and if she attempted again, she knew Finny wouldn’t forgive her. The book closes with Autumn stating “...for the first time in years, I feel like things are going to turn out the way they were always meant to be.”

I’m proud of Autumn for not attempting again and following through with the pregnancy to keep Finny alive. The book introduced an angsty teenager who wore tiaras and ripped knee socks, to a girl who had grown into the best version of herself. It was left to my imagination to decipher what the rest of her life will be like. She’ll raise her and Finny’s child with the guidance of Aunt Angelina and her mother. She’ll move to New York to write like she had always dreamed of, and wear the black turtlenecks while sipping coffee in a cafe. A memoir will be published, consisting of her entire life with Finny. And finally, she will find love and comfort in someone else again.

This book was one of the most impactful stories I’ve ever read, shining a light on all adolescent issues in society today, such as relationships, depression, suicide, friendship, and family, all in between two covers.

Vocabulary:

Clique: a small group of people, with shared interests or other features in common, who spend time together and do not readily allow others to join them.

Constricts: make narrower, especially by encircling pressure.

Montage: a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.

[aesthetic-gem]

i am glad to announce that i give not a single shit about sylvie but i would lay down my life for any of the mobius

#loki #mobius #hate to say it but i would die for another owen wilson that isn’t the little cowboy wow #i tried to like sylvie i really did but like i felt it a little when he yelled at her to grow tf up #not in a bad way but i was just so fed up by the end #loki deserves better for all that growths he’s been doing

[emeraldiis]

Double Vision

A/N: this is so self indulgent i should be ashamed of myself

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader, President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary:  You and your boyfriend, 2012 Loki, are trapped at the end of time. But you're not alone. President Loki just got two new toys to play with.

Warnings: threesome, DUBIOUS CONSENT, dom/sub, sub!Loki, bondage, name calling, rough sex, mild knife play

You had been pruned seconds after Loki had in the battle in the TVA’s headquarters. Strangely, it didn’t hurt like you had expected. Just a faint sensation of completely and utter emptiness, and then everything went dark. Just like falling asleep. When you came back to your senses, it was just as gentle. You awoke in a bed of grass, staring up at a cloudy sky. A wave of relief calmed the rising panic in your veins when you turned to see Loki lying next to you.

You took in your surroundings slowly. The clouds looming above you looked threatening, like an impending storm, and far off in the distance was what looked like a ruined city. Crumbling skyscrapers pierced the horizon like jagged teeth. Heart speeding up in fear, you quickly shook Loki awake. “Wake up,” you hissed. “I have no idea where the hell we are.”

Loki grumbled and raised a disoriented hand to bat yours away, but still cracked open his hazy eyes to squint at you. A smile lit up his face when he saw you staring back at him, and you’d have been touched if it wasn’t important that he wake up right now. Upon seeing the anxiety written clearly on your face, he furrowed his brows and sat up, shaking his head to chase away the lingering confusion. You could tell the moment he realized something was very...wrong with the realm you found yourselves in, as his eyes widened and he was instantly on guard.

A deafening roar shook the ground, alerting the both of you to a looming danger, and you turned around to see a purple mass bearing down on you. You’d seen your fair share of fucked up things to know that this was not something you wanted to stick around for. Around you, small, bird-like creatures fled from the shadowy monster. In a flash, you were on your feet, tugging on Loki’s arm to pull him up with you. “Come on,” you yelled, raising your voice to be heard over the wind that had suddenly picked up speed.

Loki whipped his head around, desperately searching for shelter, then pointed at the city. “There, run!” He took off in a sprint towards the buildings, with you stumbling along behind him. The head start you got seemed to be enough to out run whatever was chasing you, but you didn’t dare slow down as you ran full tilt to safety. As the city drew closer, a sense of dread crept into your limbs, but you pushed it down. Better to race towards the unknown when the known was actively trying to kill you.

Your legs burned and your lungs were screaming out in protest, but Loki’s panted encouragements kept you on your feet and moving long enough to reach what looked like a half-collapsed hotel. Loki rushed inside the dilapidated building, holding the door open for you to scramble inside before slamming it shut. Another roar made the building tremble, and you bit your lip. As the ceiling shook and spat dust into your hair, you prayed that it would hold. Out of the frying pan, you thought to yourself.

Fortunately, it seemed as if the monster had moved on in search of easier prey, and you took the moment of fragile peace to sink against the wall and finally catch your breath. You dropped your head into your hands, trying to force your breathing back into a normal rhythm and figure out what the hell was happening. You’d just about calmed down when you heard Loki chuckle. “What’s so fu-funny?” You asked, still panting.

“That wasn’t me.”

“Huh?” You looked up, then felt your newly regained breath leave your lungs as another Loki emerged from the darkened hallway. He was dressed in what looked like a suit tailored after your Loki’s Asgardian armor, and he wore his horns proudly. A “Vote Loki,” pin sat crooked on his suit jacket. The flickering lights above him illuminated his grin, making him look like, well, a villain.

“You’re a variant,” your Loki said, stepping in front of you and eyeing his twin warily. The only ever Loki variant you had encountered was Sylvie, and she was questionable at the best of times. Loki was right to be on guard.

“I suppose you could call me that,” President Loki drawled, tracing a finger along the dusty wall as he stalked towards you. It left tracks on the wallpaper.  He leaned to the side to peer around you Loki, and you felt naked under his predatory gaze. You shrank further behind your boyfriend.

“My, what do you have here?” He asked, eyes lighting up in a way that made your hair stand on end. “What a pretty toy, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I had a turn?”

Your Loki groweld protectively, and he took a step forward. “Do not lay a finger on her.”

President Loki frowned. “That’s no way to treat the superior version of yourself.” He continued his march forward, then slowed to a stop inches from your Loki’s defensive frame. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a beautiful woman.”

You were horrified to find a confusing sort of arousal settling into your stomach. This was, after all, just another version of Loki, the man who’d spent so many nights taking you apart and putting you back together again. You’d seen those same hooded eyes so many times, seen that same smile as Loki made you squirm. Despite trying your hardest to fight it, you could feel a dampness soak into your panties, making you shift uncomfortably.

Just as perceptive as your own Loki, President Loki seemed to sense your growing interest. His frown broke out into a wide smile. “Oh, you want it, don’t you? Go on, tell your guard dog to back down, so we can play.” He nodded towards your Loki, who had turned around to look at you with perplexed, hurt eyes. 

“Really?” He asked, flicking his gaze from the blush on your face towards your tensing thighs. He instantly recognized the arousal he’d seen so many times before, and his expression grew bewildered. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, trying to defend yourself. “He looks just like you, I mean, he is you, and I…” you squeezed your eyes shut. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

This was all so fucked. Just minutes ago you were running for your life in a strange new world, and now all that adrenaline had shifted into a violent desire to be broken to pieces. Just so you didn’t have to think about the horror that was your current situation. President Loki was still staring at you, pupils now blown and tongue running across his bottom lip in blatant want.

“Oh, love. There’s nothing wrong with you,” the variant purred. His voice was a bit deeper than your Loki’s, but it still had that velvet smoothness that always made you weak in the knees. A bright flash of green shot out from his fingertips, ensnaring your Loki in glowing rope.

He gasped in surprise, and immediately began to struggle against the magic, but it was in vain. You cried out and reached for him, but President Loki was faster. He grabbed your Loki’s arm, then began to drag him away from you and down the hallway. With a sharp whistle, he motioned his head for you to follow, and found yourself standing and trailing behind the two Lokis like an obedient dog.

President Loki pulled yours into the depths of the hotel, you following anxiously. Your Loki shouted threats and harsh words, but the magic bonds kept him nearly immobile as he was guided by President Loki. You didn’t dare try anything stupid; you weren’t a fighter, and you suspected that this variant far outmatched both you and your lover in combat. All you could do was obey and hope he showed mercy.

You were led into a suite that seemed more put together than the rest of the hotel. Everything looked much cleaner, especially the bed, and most of the walls appeared to be stable. President Loki shoved your Loki into an armchair at the back wall of the room, and then positioned it so that it was facing the bed. “Well?” He asked, lazily gesturing towards the bed.

A gush of wetness seeped from your core at the same time as fear gripped your chest. Two conflicting emotions warred within you, and you felt hot tears stinging your eyes at the confusion of it all. On one hand, you loved your Loki. There was not telling how trustworthy this variant was, if he was going to hurt you or your boyfriend. On the other, this was the once in a lifetime chance to experience a threesome with only Loki. A fantasy that most likely no other person had gotten the chance to experience outside of their dreams.

You cast a helpless glance over at your Loki. When you weren’t looking, President Loki must have gagged him, because there was now an emerald piece of fabric stuffed between his lips. Your pussy throbbed in appreciation at the sight while your heart ached at the terror in his eyes.

President Loki rolled his eyes. “I can’t say I’ve ever met a version of me quite this soft,” he said, walking to his clone’s chair. “Let me help you relax.” President Loki straddled your Loki, chuckling at the muffled whimper that spilled from behind the gag. The variant brought his head down to bite at Loki's neck, and your mouth dropped open.

To your surprise--and hesitant delight--your Loki seemed to be almost enjoying the treatment. His head had fallen back against the chair, and he was breathing in that strained way that he did when he was turned on and trying to hide it. Kinky bastard, you thought to yourself.

President Loki paused his assault on your Loki’s neck to look back at you. “See? He likes it, dear. Now be a good girl and get on the bed,” he commanded. The growl in his voice let you know that he would not tolerate being disobeyed again, so you nodded and clambered on top of the bed. 

Sliding off Loki’s lap, the variant gave him a quick pat on the head and then made his way over to you. “Mmmf!” Loki mumbled, earning a sharp look from President Loki.

“I won’t hurt her. If you stay quiet like a good boy, I may let you have a turn.”

That sent chills down your spine. The thought of both of the Lokis having their way with you was almost too much, and your shaking knees finally gave out to send you sprawling onto your back against the pillows. Seemingly amused, President Loki snickered and crawled onto the bed. He crept forward until he was hovering over you, dark blue eyes raking across your trembling form.

You squirmed under his piercing gaze. The shivers making their way up and down your spine were unrelenting, no matter how hard you tried to keep still and quiet. “What happens now?” You squeaked out.

President Loki’s mouth opened in a wide green, revealing stark white teeth that almost looked sharp. “Now, we play.” Green light appeared at his fingertips again, and your hands shot up uncontrollably. You yelped in surprise and tugged on the rope that had appeared on your wrists. You were bound to the headboard, completely at the mercy of this variant. And fuck, it was exciting and terrifying and arousing all at the same time. What a mess.

There was that green light again. This time, it revolved around itself until it took the shape of a jet black dagger. President Loki ran his thumb along the handle, eyes leaving you to gaze lovingly at the knife. Your breath quickened in fear. “Stay still,” he purred. With deft fingers, President Loki raked the tip of the dagger down your shirt, cutting it open at the front. You let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal as cold metal came in contact with your bare skin. But, as he promised, the variant did not hurt you. He made quick work of your pants as well, abandoning the knife in favor of simply yanking them down your legs along with your panties.

The cold air hitting your bare skin made you gasp. You tugged uselessly at your wrists, wanting to cover yourself in embarrassment at your sudden nakedness. Your frantic squirming made President Loki chuckle, and he leaned down to nip at your ear. “Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll warm you up.” His hot breath against your ear sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you couldn’t suppress a soft moan.

Suddenly remembering your restrained boyfriend, you managed to peer around President Loki to make sure he was alright. Your Loki was still bound and gagged, but now his face was alight with a crimson blush. Your eyes drifted downwards to the prominent bulge in his pants. When he caught you staring, Loki dropped his gaze away from yours, ashamed.

President Loki watched the silent conversation, amused. He trailed a thin finger up your thigh, then sat back to straddle your hips. “He’s enjoying himself,” the variant said confidently. He grinned at you. “I know because he’s me, and he likes what I like.”

All you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, naked and defenseless underneath his weight.

“Oh? Surprised, are we?” President Loki drawled as he waved his hand casually. His suit faded away with his gesture, leaving him bare as well. His long cock mirrored your boyfriend’s, and it was swollen and dripping. You licked your lips. “I’ll take it you two haven’t fully...explored his interests. Us Lokis crave dominance, to be left at the mercy of a pretty thing like you.”

“So why aren’t you-”

He cut you off with a gentle slap to your inner thigh. When you sucked in a harsh breath, he chuckled. “Because there’s something else we love. Power.” WIth that, President Loki moved to place his legs on either side of you. He grabbed your ankles roughly and pressed your legs back until they sat atop his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, then sighed heavily as he titled his head to the side to mouth at your ankle. “Ready, slut?” He growled.

You didn’t get a chance to answer. The air was stolen from your lungs as the variant plunged his hard cock into you, the stretch burning. You screamed out in pleasure and pain, listening to what sounded like both Lokis moaning in unison. The version that was currently buried deep inside of your heat rolled his eyes back in pleasure at the feeling of your pussy flexing around him.

“Oh, it’s been so long,” the variant moaned. “I want to make this last.” He began thrusting his hips lazily, more grinding into you than anything. You whimpered as you got used to the size of him. It felt like you were dreaming with how overwhelming it all was. Your core throbbed again and again as new gushes of arousal spilled from your cunt, and your head was spinning with the knowledge that just feet from you, your boyfriend was being forced to watch another version of himself tear you apart. And he loved every second of it.

From behind President Loki, your Loki whined, and you could just barely see him twitching his hips up into nothing. “Please,” he begged, and you noticed that he had managed to slip the gag from his mouth. You weren’t sure what he was begging for. To be touched, to touch you. Probably both.

President Loki looked at you with lidded eyes, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he ground his cock deep inside of you. “Should we let him play, too?” He asked, voice ragged.

You nodded frantically. Words escaped you, but you desperately wanted your boyfriend here. You longed for his touch, wanting to feel them both. President Loki nodded and waved his hand back towards the chair. Loki’s bonds vanished, and he was scrambling onto the bed as soon as he was free. 

He crawled up to the top of the bed, hands outstretched to grab your face and pull you in for a kiss. Your Loki gasped desperately as President Loki grabbed him by the hair, pulling hard so that he stopped just short of reaching your lips. Your Loki whimpered and went nearly limp in submission.

The variant let go of Loki’s hair, tsking at him like he was scolding a child. “You may not touch her without my permission.” His voice was surprisingly even, given how he was still thrusting into you. “Are we clear?”

Your Loki opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it and nodded obediently. President Loki grinned wolfishly. “Good boy. You may kiss her.”

In a flash, your lover was leaning over you, pressing his mouth clumsily to yours. His tongue sought entry, and you let him in enthusiastically. You could practically feel the desperation seeping from his every pore. You’d never seen him this worked up, and silently wished you had discovered this kink of his a little sooner. “You look beautiful like this,” he panted into your mouth.

When you began to reply, it was cut short by a yelp as President Loki’s hand dropped down to play with your clit. Your Loki kissed you again, drinking in all of your moans as his variant brought you higher and higher with those deft fingers. With a growl, President Loki snatched your Loki’s hair again and dragged him away from your lips. Loki’s pitiful whine matched yours as you both gasped for air.

“Fuck her mouth,” President Loki commanded, increasing the pace of his thrusts with a growl of pleasure. His fingers kept up their assault on your clit, and you fought to crane your neck up and open your mouth to be ready for your boyfriend’s cock.

Loki hastily yanked off his pants and pulled out his weeping dick. He shuffled over to you, then leaned forward until he was close enough to guide himself onto your tongue. This was familiar, the heavy weight of Loki’s erection stretching your jaw. You closed your lips around him and began to suck, gritting your teeth against the cries of pleasure that threatened to break free from your throat.

President Loki let go of the other Loki’s hair and instead gripped your hip roughly as he began fucking you an earnest. “So tight,” he hissed. “Cum for me, little slut. Cum for your god.”

Helpless to do anything but obey, you felt your back arch up as your entire body convulsed. Pleasure ripped through you and left you a whimpering mess, drooling around you Loki’s cock. Your boyfriend cursed at the sight of you cumming, and began to pump himself in and out of your mouth. “I-I can’t help, fuck, help myself, darling. Ah, oh gods.”

“Such a good girl,” President Loki praised. He groaned at the tightening of your walls, then removed his hand from your clit to wrap a long arm around your Loki’s neck. Your Loki was forced to lean back against President Loki’s chest, only able to keep his cock in your mouth because of his lanky body.

Your Loki cried out, the sound broken up by his variant cutting off his oxygen. His hips stuttered violently, and you felt thick cum spurt into your throat. Somehow, you were able to force it down instead of choking, and you heard Loki whimper at the feel of his sensitive length being constricted by your throat. “Love, fuck,” he keened.

Seeing the two of you cum proved to be too much for the variant. “Oh, Norns, I can’t,” he groaned out harshly, then slammed himself into you and held his hips there as his cock pulsed within you. As he came, the magic binding your wrists dissipated, and you brought your arms down to rub at the sore muscles. Hot seed spilled out of you, running down to your ass. President Loki watched his cum drip from your swollen pussy in appreciation, panting softly. 

Your Loki had collapsed next to you, and was now snuggled up against your side. The variant frowned at the sight, and you could almost detect a rueful look on his face. You hissed in a pained breath as President Loki slowly lowered your aching legs from his shoulders. He sighed as he pulled out of you, a rush of liquid gushing out and wetting the bed. Most of the dominance gone from his demeanor, he shifted awkwardly, as if he wasn’t sure where he fit in this dynamic.

His sudden insecurity didn’t surprise you. After all, he was a Loki, and they were notorious for their false confidence. It tracked. After a moment’s hesitation, you reached up and grabbed his arm to pull him to lay down next to you. He stared at you in slight confusion, but obliged, leaving you sandwiched between the two Lokis. You turned to your boyfriend, who was already drifting off, too fucked out to keep his eyes open. With a soft smile, you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

President Loki cleared his throat, catching your attention. “I, uh. It’s a bit sad. Seeing what I could’ve had. I can’t help but be envious.” He chewed on his bottom lip and looked away, bravado completely gone.

You rolled your eyes and threw a tired arm around him, feeling a rush of satisfaction when he purred happily and cuddled against you. “I think I have room in my life for more than one Loki,” you whispered. And it was true. If Loki was born to be a villain in every timeline, then you were born to love each one of them.

#loki x reader #loki smut #imagine #fanfic #my writing #president loki #loki series #mcu #marvel #tva

[dendrite-blues]

What really broke Lamentis?

Ok so I just had a breakthrough while rewatching Episode 4 for fic

The part where Mobius returns to get Loki out of the time cell. Remember that? And they have a weird talk about whether Loki thinks he deserves to be alone.

Did that feel out of place to anyone else? It did to me.

Now you know I was eating it up with my shipping goggles on so I didn’t really think about it at the time but

here’s how that dialogue goes:

M: Do you really think you deserve to be alone? Loki doesn’t answer, which I think we can safely interpret as Loki being confused and maybe uncomfortable with his internal answer of “Yeah, probably.” M: Loki! L: You told me to shut up. M: Do you think you deserve to be alone? L: I don’t know. M: Then you better figure it out quick, because the nexus event the two of you caused--I think whatever that connection is could bring this whole place down. So we better understand- L: We? M: Do you swear she didn’t implant those memories in Hunter C-20? L: Mobius, no. I believe her.

So, what is Mobius on about here? What hunch is he trying to prove?

Well, if you trace his questions, he’s just discovered that the TVA is a corrupt, false god. He’s trying to work out who to trust, and who’s really working for good here. He’s questioning if Loki thinks Sylvie is trustworthy, or if she’s playing a big mind game on him.

But mostly he’s asking Loki what he really believes about himself, deep down.

Not because he particularly cares about Loki’s self image, but because it’s relevant to the plot. Because whatever Loki and Sylvie did on Lamentis “could bring this whole place down.”

And what did they do on Lamentis?

They felt empathy for each other. Loki learned Sylvie had grown up utterly alone. He did this unconsciously believing that he did too, and that he deserved it because he’s a “conniving, craven pathetic worm” as Sif puts it.

And perhaps when he took her hand he thought that she didn’t deserve to grow up that way, and neither did he.

It doesn’t matter whether you interpret them holding hands as romantic or platonic or fraternal or what, what matters to the story is the thought:

I don’t deserve to be alone. And right now, sitting with you, I’m not. We’re here facing this together.

Something about Loki thinking this, about him truly believing he deserved better, THAT was a force powerful enough to shake up a timeline and allow Mobius to find them.

And maybe if he does that on a larger scale, if he finds compassion and comradery with all of his other selves, maybe that will be enough chaotic energy to destroy the entire Sacred Timeline?

Maybe all this yelling about selfcest is us massively missing the point, because the nexus event wasn’t about fucking your double it was about LOVING YOURSELF. Period. All media types.

Loki is gonna save/destroy the world with the power of love and I’m here for it.

#loki spoilers #meta #discourse #lokius #sylkie

[daisydaisybilly]

another you | s.l

title: another you

pairing: sylvie x reader (ft loki)

summary: Sylvie shares some information about her past, a past you fit into too.

warnings: swearing, angst, some bickering with Loki and fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: I love Sylvie and can't bear to lose her so expect more stuff with her. has been edited but likely missed something (its 3am i should be asleep rn)

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Breathless you ran over the rocky landscape with Loki and the Loki variant. This was not what you imagine yourself doing, you just had to try and get the tesseract from Loki. For all the thing that could have happened you didn’t think being taken by the TVA was one of them.

Now dodging meteoroids trying to get to an old mining hut was your only chance of survival. “Of all your idiotic plans Loki this really takes the biscuit” you yell, looking at Loki as you ran.

He exhaled annoyed.

“I mean seriously” you hit his shoulder once you were inside the hut. “Maybe pick a fucking volcano next time”.

He scoffed, “do you have any other suggestions, avenger?”.

You square your shoulders annoyed. “You keep throwing at word around like it’s an insult. Well me let you something-“.

“Would you two grow up. For gods sake”.

You turned to see the Loki variant looking at you, until this moment you had been so mad at Loki you had forgotten she was even here.

You held the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry he makes me want to throw him out of a window”.

“If he didn’t have the tempad then I’d let you” she smirked.

You laughed.

“Great a coup” Loki muttered.

You turned to Loki, “It’s only a coup if you don’t know about it, I made my feeling very clear”.

“Odin’s beard. You’re just as maddening as I remember” he sighed turning away.

“I think it’s charming” The Variant smiled as she leant against the wall.

“Why thank you” you smiled back.

“This is my worst nightmare. A Loki and a y/n flirting” he sighed dramatically.

You tutted. “There is no need to be jealous”.

You and Loki carried on arguing, too busy to noticed the way Variant Loki was staring at you.

-x-

Hours later you had worked out a plan that would recharge the tempad. You had also learnt that the Loki variant was called Sylvie, you wouldn’t say she was the same as Loki but she was definitely a Loki.

You sat in the middle of Loki and Sylvie as the train started. Zoning out as the two fought, you sighed before downing a whole glass of champagne. “eww”. The two paused and looked at you, “This stuff is terrible”.

“Too used to Tony Stark’s finest are you avenger” Loki laughed.

You laughed scarcely. You climbed over the table and made your way to the bar.

“The two of you don’t get along well”.

You turned to find Sylvie behind you. “You can say that again”. You shook your head then laughed. “We used to get on great but he’s going through his rebellion phase”.

“You did?” she whispered, shocking you.

“Yeah” you smiled, “I’d say he was my best friend once”.

She swallowed.

“Are you alright, Sylvie?” you asked, reaching out to rest your hand on her arm. She jumped at the impact. “I know we don’t know each other but I’m here”.

She was quiet, a way you hadn’t seen her be quiet before. It made your stomach turn. You realized you didn’t liked seeing her this way. It felt wrong.

“Sylvie-“ you said more quietly so only she could hear.

“I knew you, well a you on Asgard growing up” she looked up from the floor and met your eyes.

“You did” you couldn’t help but smile, you wished you could have known her as child.

“I always wondered what happened to her” she murmured looking sad.

You wished you could help her somehow, tell her everything you could about the other you but you didn’t know them.

“I would tell you about myself but I don’t think we would be very similar” you smile sadly.

She grinned, “I don’t know. The way you talk to Loki remains me of how you’d bicker with Thor”.

You laughed, “Was he the annoying golden child for you too?”.

“You wouldn’t believe it” she laughed too.

After you both stopped laughing, Sylvie looked to Loki who was enjoying himself drinking, “Did anything ever happen between you and him?”.

You chocked on you drink then laughed. “Gods no, like I said he’s, my friend. Gods know why when he acts like an ass”, You looked over at Loki too making sure he wasn’t listening. “He’s mad and he’s hurt. I can’t blame him for that”.

“You understand us Lokis very well”.

You smirked, “Thought you didn’t like to be called a Loki”.

She pulled a tired face but you could tell she was joking, “I don’t but it doesn’t chance the fact that I am one”.

You noticed how close you were to her, what shocked you more was that you didn’t mind.

“If we make it out of this alive with should actually get to know each other” she said.

You opened and shut your month before you could speak.

“What?” she raised an eyebrow.

You held her hand leading her to a free seat, “We have a whole train ride”, you guided her hands up to your temples, “You can see whatever you want”.

“You trust me just to look through your head?” she asked unsure.

“I do”.

You saw what she saw. You growing up on Asgard, a child you turning into a grown up you running through the field until your chest burnt, then lying in the grass until the sunset. Then to you working with the avengers, all the good and bad things you did. And all you had lost when Thanos snapped, the five years you spent alone and everything that brought you where you were with Sylvie.

You open your eyes and she was staring at you, looking over every detail for your face. “Now you know me better than anyone” you smiled dizzily, searching her face too. Everything around you had gone out of forces, the only thing you could forces on was Sylvie.

“I think I should return the favour” she whispered taking your hands in hers.

#sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie #sylvie x reader #sylvie laufeydottir x reader #sylvie imagine #sylvie x you #sylvie x yn #sylvie fanfiction #sylvie fanfic #marvel fanfic

[fighterkimburgess]

Firefighter Burgess

Summary: 5/7 of @kim-ruzek’s birthday fics! Despite her dad’s best intentions, from the time Makayla Burgess is eight years old she wants to be a firefighter. A 5+1 of her becoming one on her own merits.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: none

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1

Kim turned the corner onto the apron of 51, where they were running drills. She noticed the faces dropping, and looked around confusedly until she saw what they were all avoiding looking at - her eight year old wearing a helmet and coming down from the outstretched aerial ladder. She could tell the moment Mouch spotted her, the older man's face going pale.

"Kim! How are you?" He asked, coming over to her, Makayla beside him.

"It was so cool, Mom! Grampa Mouch showed me how to do a three point hold, cause you've gotta keep three...three parts of you to the ladder. So if I moved a hand my feets and hand had to be on the ladder."

"Three points of contact, that's right," Boden had come up by then, and that he knew what had been going on calmed Kim a bit. "Your daughter's got some talent, Detective. She was the person who got to yell if someone didn't keep three points on the aerial. She even got Severide when he stopped doing it. It was her reward, if she saw more people doing it wrong, she was allowed on the ladder. I strapped her in myself." He could see the worry in Kim's eyes. "I'd have let Terrence up there that way, he's her age."

"Thanks, Chief." Kim nodded, looking down at Makayla. "Grab your bag and we can go? Adam's waiting in the car."

They said their goodbyes, Makayla hugging the two men and following along. Once she was strapped in and they'd pulled away from the curb she came out with the words that nearly made Adam crash the jeep.

"When I grow up, I wanna be a firefighter."

2

They’d thought Makayla would grow out of wanting to be a firefighter, but every time there was an open day at 51 she begged to be allowed go. Once Mouch had retired he brought her, Makayla coming home with stories of working on CPR dummies, her Aunt Sylvie showing her how to tilt the head back properly. So it really shouldn’t have shocked the Burgess-Ruzek household when, on her sixteenth birthday, Makayla came home with a permission slip to join Girls on Fire.

Kim signed it immediately, warning Adam to keep his mouth shut. If it’s what their daughter wanted to do, then they’d support her entirely through it. He nodded and agreed, but in the quiet of their living room one night he said he just wished their eldest child would have wanted to follow in their footsteps and be a cop. He hadn’t known Makayla was about to walk into the room, but her hug made his honest words feel even more worth it.

Kim always dropped her off at the apron, waving at Stella knowing that Makayla was safe. She’d spent more time at 51 than the 21st, it was her second home. But every evening, when Stella was between calls and Makayla was in her room, Kim got the phone call telling her how Makayla did. The moment that Stella told her that her daughter could be a firefighter filled her with pride and worry. But if it’s what Makayla wanted, then that’s what they’d support her in, no matter what.

3

She hadn’t told her parents she’d applied to CFD. Their acceptance criteria was so stringent, there was so little chance she’d be accepted. The only person she’d told had been her Grampa Mouch, who’d pushed her and encouraged her to do it and apply. She’d told her dad that she’d applied to Milwaukee, that she was thinking of Chicago but didn’t know if she’d get in.

When she went to the mailbox that morning it was the last thing she expected. But there, in the stack, was a white envelope made of good quality paper, MAKAYLA BURGESS emblazoned on the front. She left the other letters in the box, shaking hands opening the envelope.

Miss Burgess,

We at Chicago Fire Department are pleased to offer you a position as a probationary firefighter, to begin training August 15th, at our facility at…

Her eyes blurred as tears sprang up. She’d done it. She’d done it and she was gonna be a firefighter, and she’d done it as herself.

In nighttime conversations with her Aunt Stella she’d asked how she’d made it through the ranks at CFD, now Battalion Chief of her own house. As much as her parents tried to protect her from the realities of the world, Makayla knew that she got looks whenever she walked beside them. When her very white Kim and Adam had appeared at parent teacher conferences. When as a six year old she’d run to Kim’s arms in that hospital room, the staff not expecting the injured officer’s daughter to look like her. And Stella had given her advice, and the biggest thing she was told was that she was Makayla Burgess. She had already survived more than she needed to, and she deserved the world.

She came inside with the letter in her hands, her dad the first one to see that she was crying.

“Mak? Are you ok? Did you hear from Milwaukee?” He stared at her worriedly, her mom following suit and coming over as she held the letter out to them.

“A position as a probationary firefighter!” Her mom cheered, pulling her into a hug that her dad quickly followed. Ally and Henry joined in before Ollie and Nadia wanted out of their seats, desperate to have the fun. It was a text chain later and all of her honorary aunts and uncles were there for a barbecue that night, telling stories about a little girl who refused to take no for an answer.

Her first day at the Academy she drove herself, but as she left the house her grandparents were standing outside to see her off, Mouch wrapping her in a hug and saying how proud he was of her. She held him close with a grin, kissing his cheek and accepting the challenge coin he’d given her. She was starting her own path, but she knew he had every faith in her so she knew he could do it.

4

The first few months as a trainee firefighter were terrifying. Makayla thought she knew what she was in for, but she never could have known the truth of it. It was smoke filled rooms with her respirator on, doing classes given by people she’d known since she was a child. Getting her form perfect so her Aunt Sylvie had no reason to critique her in her CPR class. It would have been mortifying - she’d been AHA certified since she was sixteen, and for Christmas when she was 17 Santa had brought her a resusi-Annie that had become Henry’s favourite toy when he was able to get his hands on it.

But thanks to conversations with Stella her family had all agreed to pretend they didn’t know her. She didn’t want nepotism to be a part of how she did her job, she wanted to be successful because she deserved it, as difficult as that was to explain to her dad.

But now she was officially in the floater pool, picking up shifts wherever she was sent before she got a permanent candidate spot somewhere. It was phone calls asking her to slot in on a truck or engine company, driving to whatever house needed her. She’d smile and introduce herself to her officer for the shift, hair neatly braided back and a nod. This time she was at twenty-five, filling in on their truck.

“Hi, I’m Makayla Burgess. I’m the floater for today.” She held out her hand to the older man, getting a smile and a nod as he gripped it firmly.

“Jason Pelham, welcome to twenty five. Chief! Our floater is here, meet Burgess. Burgess, meet Chief Kidd.”

Makayla saw the shocked look on Stella’s face, holding out her hand and praying her aunt would just let this happen. She’d known Stella had moved to a different house in preparation for a new promotion now that Boden was retiring but she didn’t know it was this one.

“Call me Stella. It’s nice to meet you, I hope you enjoy your shift.”

“Thanks, I think I will. Is there a locker I can use?”

Pelham brought her to the lockers, pointing out the floater locker and letting her get her stuff put away before she was pulled into the morning briefing. It was introductions to everyone, meeting them and shaking hands. Stella just mentioned she was floating with them for this shift, and Makayla joined the three person crew to see how it ran.

They were a team of specialists, and she marvelled at the way they were a well oiled machine. It wasn’t easy to just slot in, but they made space and showed her the ropes. That evening she offered to make dinner for everyone, her dad’s chicken alfredo recipe coming in handy for a crowd. The moment Stella took some she could tell exactly what recipe it was, smiling over at Makayla.

“Where did you learn to cook this?” One of the paramedics asked as she snagged a piece of garlic bread. “It’s really good.”

“My dad taught me. He said it’s the recipe that made my mom fall in love with him, and it’s good to do for a crowd.”

On their next call Pelham trusted her enough to go into the blaze without him, watching as she did her sweep and found a cat hiding under a bed. The kids who’d run from the house fire were delighted as she handed the cat over, watching the soot stained tabby curl up in her owners arms.

“You’re good with animals. And kids,” Pelham commented, Makayla just laughing.

“I’m the oldest of five and my parents have a hyperactive Labrador called Lavender. So I guess I have no choice but to be.”

“Five kids?” Davis called, Mak nodding.

“Yup. Me, Ally, Henry, then the twins Nadia and Ollie. It’s an experience, let’s put it that way.”

When her shift at twenty five was nearly over Pelham called her into Stella’s office, the two looking at her.

“We’ve got a full time spot on truck available, and we’d like you to be our new candidate, Burgess.”

5

The one thing running through Makayla’s head was that her mother was going to kill her. Her father, too, but she was able to calm her dad down with a look. Her mom though? Kim Burgess was a sight to behold whenever one of her kids wasn’t a hundred percent fine, and this time she had no chance of fending her off.

It was her third shift since she’d officially stopped being a candidate and things had been fine. Until the victim she’d been rescuing was actually an arsonist who had punched her in the shoulder, making her fall back and hit her head. Apart from being out for a moment she was fine, but they took head injuries rightfully seriously.

As if on queue her Uncle Will arrived in with a harried look on his face.

“Please tell me nobody called mom or dad. Please?” Makayla begged, Will shaking his head.

“They tried but apparently your dad is doing a prisoner transport to Evanston with Kevin, and your mom is in briefings all day. I’m just off the phone with Jay from asking where they were.”

“So I can just go home?”

“Not happening, Mak-Attack.” The childhood nickname made her frown as she watched Will. “You, my eldest niece, have a concussion. Two days bedrest without screens and then a week off work before you can go in. And you need someone to drive you home. Who can we call?”

She frowned, looking around. This was the last thing she wanted to happen. It had been eighteen months and she’d kept who her family was a secret. At this point it was the principle of the matter - her truck knew about her family, that her parents were cops and she had a gaggle of siblings and cousins - but they didn’t know who.

“Can you call Mouch? He can pick me up and bring me to my place.”

“You need supervision for at least 24 hours. Concussions are no joke.”

“Fine.” She knew when she was beaten. “I’ll get him to bring me to Mom and Dad’s. Happy?”

“Very much so. I’ll let your lieutenant know he can come in?”

Pelham came in to apologise, Makayla waving it off. He sat with her until her ride came, her grandma arriving in with her spine straight and looking at her.

“Hey Gramma,” Makayla said, sitting up. Pelham’s eyes grew wide at Trudy there, glancing between her and Makayla as if searching for a family resemblance.

“Hey kiddo. I heard you got a whack to the head, how’re you doing?” She waved her hand in a so so motion, Trudy smiling. “I’ve seen both your parents in worse scrapes, you’re good. Doctor Halstead officially discharged you, let’s get you home.”

Pelham helped Makayla into Trudy’s car, and as she closed the door she could hear him speak.

“I didn’t know you and Mouch had kids.”

“Oh no, we don’t.”

+1

Pelham had agreed to keep Mouch and Trudy being her grandparents quiet, oh too aware of the CFD gossip wheel. And Makayla was grateful, letting Pelham believe that her parents were somehow related to Platt. She should have known that it was all too good to be true.

It was the CFD picnic, and she’d agreed to take her siblings with her. Ally had begged for Flo and Este to come with them, but the thirteen year olds were mostly self sufficient at this point. It just left her with Henry and the twins to cart around, warnings to her sister to come back and make sure she called if she needed anything.

Nadia was the escape artist of the bunch, and when Makayla turned around her baby sister was running across the grass towards a group of their aunts and uncles.

“Auntie Sylvie! Unca Matt!” The four year old yelled, Mak catching up just in time to realise that they were talking to Pelham and Davis, her cheeks blushing.

“Hey Miss Nadia, what are you doing here? Did you run away from your mom and dad?” Sylvie asked, easily lifting her up and holding her close. Makayla swallowed, knowing her secret was revealed.

“Nope, from her big sister. Thanks Aunt Syl. I know Este’s with Ally and Flo, they were off at the dunk tank. I heard Este say something about cute shirtless boys?” It was worth it for the blush on her uncle Matt’s face and the hand that swiped down it.

“Good job, Mak. I’ll go rescue whatever poor candidate has giggling teenage girls at them. Sev?” Her uncle Kelly squeezed her shoulder as the two men left, Henry and Ollie hanging out of Makayla.

“Mak, we wanna play! Why can’t we?” Henry asked, Makayla turning to them. But before waterworks began Sylvie put Nadia down and distracted him.

“Andy’s over at the bounce houses, want to go play with him?” She asked, Henry nodding giddily. Once Makayla gave the ok he ran across, Nadia and Ollie content to play on the blanket. She got caught into conversation as the adults watched the youngest, laughing until her parents came over.

“What did we miss?” Adam asked, pulling her in for a hug before nodding to his friends, Kim doing the same.

“Dad…” Mak warned, but she shook her head. “Meet Jason Pelham and Brandon Davis, they’re on 72 with me. Pelham, Davis, my mom and dad, Kim Burgess and Adam Ruzek.”

She could tell the moment her mom’s name hit both men, Kim still known for her abduction. But they both let it pass and shook hands, everyone enjoying the sun and fun.

She should have known it wouldn’t be so easy, and as soon as she arrived at 25 for her next shift Davis spotted her and came across.

“How come you didn’t say anything about your family? Stella Kidd as your aunt? Matt Casey is your uncle? It’s a big deal. You could have ended up at any house you wanted.”

“I didn’t want that.” Her words were soft. “I wanted to make it on my own. I’m adopted and grew up with white parents, but I’m a Black woman. I wanted to prove that I could do this without family support.”

“I guess. You still could have. Even when Kidd was here we didn’t know.”

“Cause I asked her not to tell anyone. Plus, if I was gonna get where I am because of family it wouldn’t be because I’m related to Matt Casey or Stella Kidd.” She pulled out her gramps’ challenge coin, rotating it through her fingers. “I’d be a McHolland anyway.”

“McHolland? Who was he?”

“Randy? The old union president? Mouch?” At the nickname Davis’s eyes lit up. “He’s my gramps. Put me on my first aerial when I was eight. I’d want to be known as his granddaughter.”

#makayla ward burgess #Makayla burgess #Chicago pd #Chicago pd fic