#Suitsfic

[merelymedia]

I thought I’d try my hand at a Marvey fic

Recently I’ve been really sad about PJA leaving suits; so I decided to try and make something out of it. This is my first try, so be patient. Also it’s late and probably full of mistakes. Warning: this is a sloww burn but will hopefully be worth it in the end. I was planning on waiting until I had the whole thing to post but in honor of knocking out a few chapters, here’s Chapter 1:

Hey this is Mike Ross. I’m going to be in town next week. I was wondering if you happened to have time if you might want to grab a drink?”

It was wasn’t until Harvey’s secretary knocked on his door to inform him that she had set a client meeting for the following morning that Harvey snapped out of it and realized he had been staring blankly at is phone for the past several minutes. He was confused. And hurt. And a bit angry. It wasn’t the fact that he hadn’t heard from Mike in the past 6 months; Harvey knew that was as much his fault as it was Mike’s. The reality was that maintaining a friendship across the country was hard and awkward. The banter that came so easily to them in person just felt forced over the phone. No, what he was stuck on was the wording. “Hey this is Mike Ross.” Like he no longer had his number stored in his phone. Like he didn’t know it by heart. Not even just “Mike” but Mike goddam Ross. Apparently they were no longer on first a name basis. Not only that but he asked if he would want to grab drinks. Like even if Harvey was free he still might chose not to see him. Did Mike really think that little of him? Hell, he didn’t care if he had time or not, he would always make time for Mike. He wished Mike didn’t doubt that. He wanted to just relish in the excitement of seeing his friend, and instead he was left wondering if Mike even still saw them as friends.

Harvey had been thrilled to see Mike’s name appear on his phone. The moment three years ago that Mike told him he and Rachel were moving to LA he knew his life wouldn’t be the same. He supported Mike. He even understood the need for him and Rachel to start over somewhere new, where they could focus on each other and the profession they loved without the weight of the past. And he tried to tell himself he wasn’t devastated. But he had made enough progress with his new counselor Julie to know that wasn’t true. Afterall, Harvey could count on one hand the number of people in his life he had known he could trust. His dad was gone, Jessica left the firm to move to Chicago, and then Mike moved across the country. That just left Donna. And even though things were normal between them again, every day Harvey wondered if it would be the day Donna once again told him she wanted more; and this time that more would take her away from him too.

“Mike Ross? Doesn’t ring a bell. Where do I know you from again?”

“We used to fight crime in too tight leather costumes and capes. Come to think of it no one ever told us what the capes were for but I’m sure they were essential to the crime fighting.”

“Kidding Robin, not like I dropped your number. I’ve always got time for you kid, just tell me when.”

“My flight gets in at 7:15 tomorrow so any time after that, I should be there for awhile.”

“I’ll have Ray pick you up from baggage claim. Welcome home.”

“Thanks Batman.”

“What has you smiling?”

Harvey didn’t hear Donna come in, and was about to ask her what she was talking about before he realized he did have a huge stupid grin on his face.

“Just getting a chance to catch up with a friend.”

“Well we both know I’m the only one delusional enough to be friends with you..that can only mean one thing, Mike’s coming to town!” By the time she got to the end of her sentence Harvey wasn’t the only one wearing a grin. But her face fell with her next words. “But without Rachel?” She asked worried.

“He didn’t mention it specifically but I think it’s just him, not sure why he’s in town.” In truth, Harvey had been too pleased that he was going to be in town at all to think to ask why.

“I’m glad you’re getting to see him again Harvey” Donna said, giving him a warm look. As she turned back towards her office Harvey thought he saw a glint in her eye he didn’t understand.

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[darveyfics]

Harvey and Donna have to get married for some reason either A) Harvey has to take a deal to go to prison like Mike did; needs Donna to run his business affairs while he is inside prison; hence marriage idea or B) get married so she gets spousal privelege; would not have tesrify against him in court if they were married.

Hey Anon, 

I actually started a fic as a parallel to Season Six:

I’ve just added a new Chapter that you can read here:

‘THE NEW WORLD ORDER’

Note: This fic will be ongoing, so if you guys review I’ll keep this one ticking away. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11867625/1/The-New-World-Order

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[marveylous-blog1]

Harveylogue.

Standing in front of the window, looking out over the sea of fuzzy lights that make up the New York City skyline, glass of Macallan in my hand, I slipped the card out of its gilded envelope once more. ‘Congratulations on Your Engagement’ ribboned elegantly in gold across its cover. I could barely believe this moment had finally arrived, after all this time.

Opening it up, I read the message inside,

'To Mike’

Just Mike? I felt conflicted. Hadn’t we all been through enough together that I could avoid this petty snub? I coughed a little to stop my quickening rage in its tracks.

'To Mike, Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.’ Well, it was short and sweet, if a little disingenuous.

Unsure of just how much of the happiness I should allocate to myself, I abandoned the card amongst the case files mounting on my desk. Deciding on another drink to steady the nerves before the engagement party (I checked my watch - we had 45 minutes), I unscrewed the top from the liquor bottle, and breathed in its honeyed-wood scent. I never had been able to stand these kinds of parties, but Mike had insisted. He always was able to turn my selfish thinking around, persuasive lawyer qualities flying right out of the window at the sight of his cherubic face.

Even his stupid, bed-haired, bleary-eyed morning looks had never bothered me; in fact, they had probably only made my feelings grow stronger and deeper. The way his sun-kissed hair would stick up at all angles, defying gravity (and about another 300 other laws of physics) no matter how much he tried to re-arrange and adjust it, put a smile on my face.

He puts a smile on my face.

It was strange to think just how far we’d come in such a short space of time. When I’d asked Donna to find me another me, I had never expected  that she would do just that. It’s one thing to find someone you click with, but your actual soul mate? The person who makes all those old clichés about growing old together seem not so dumb after all? Of all the people I’d thought would be walking into the interviews that afternoon, I could never have seen him (and his surprising package) coming.

I’d been thinking for weeks about which of our stories I should tell during my speech. About how his determination to help others on the Liberty Rail case showed me how passionate, and compassionate, he could be? (I decided against that - not exactly the best memories for Donna) About how I felt when he introduced me to his Grammy for the first time, and had her telling me tales of Mike as a boy? (I couldn’t deny that she should be remembered, but it’s just about the easiest way to put a downer on the evening).

About how we met? Those are the kind of stories people like to hear at these sort of things, right?

I look at my watch. 25 minutes until I’m meant to be at the restaurant. Mike would kill me if I was late, even if I’ve already told him a hundred times it’s not my thing. Sighing, I down the Macallan in my refilled glass. It stings more than usual, so I muffle a cough. I use my pocket square to dab my watery eyes.

“Harvey…”

“Yeah?”

“I know this isn’t going to be the most fun evening for you to get through, but remember: you’re doing it anyway for the man you love”

Why does Donna always have to be right?

I hear her soft, deer-like footsteps as she steps through the doorway, and her playful laugh as she evidently anticipates what I’m thinking.

“Because I’m Donna. Now, grab your coat and let’s go already”

I straighten up my tie, and grab the card lying on my desk. After studying it again, I amend it slightly before stuffing it back into the envelope.

“Ray’s waiting downstairs, Harvey. We really need to get going”

I look around the office one last time, considering just how much my life, and Mike’s, will have changed by the next time we’re in this very room. When he walked into that interview, I sure as hell never saw us ending up here…

                                               * * *

As we pull up to the restaurant, it starts to rain. Donna’s too busy checking her make-up in her compact to notice that my hands have started shaking. Even after all this time, he still makes my blood rush. I never got nervous before I met Mike - though I never really opened up at all before I met him. He’s changed me, for the better. I’ve never been able to put into words the wave of blissful calm that comes with knowing you can depend on someone so implicitly.

Through the rain-streaked windows, I can see him; he’s never looked more beautiful than he has right now. Hell, Kodak should sponsor this moment. A glass of champagne in his left hand, dressed in his second best suit (second best only because we went for wedding suit fittings two days ago - a little early, but he got so caught up in the excitement of being engaged that I couldn’t say no). Not a single hair out of place tonight; clean cut, with his hair tousled and tamed, but his bow tie slightly askew. He has never looked more perfect to me.

I enter the restaurant, making straight for him.

“You never could get your bow tie to sit right”

His azure eyes sparkle with mischief, and he grins

“Well, if I could, there’d be no need to keep you around!”

I adjust his crooked bow tie, and step back, drinking in every inch of him

“Perfect. Oh, I almost forgot”

I reach into my coat pocket, pulling out the envelope I’d grabbed so hastily.

He sets his glass down on the table behind him, and slides the card out of the envelope. He flips it open, and reads it aloud

‘To Mike and Rachel,

Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness.

Harvey.’

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[marveylouswit]

Marvey WIP Snippet

Preview for an alternate meeting AU where Harvey first meets Mike when he wins at poker game by counting cards because the idea won’t leave me alone and I apparently need to pause my efforts in mainlining suitsfic to write it.

The casino is buzzing with energy when Harvey ambles in—a glitzy mix of lights and sounds and gamblers worshiping at the altar of Lady Luck. Harvey scans the floor with a sharp, calculating sweep. Normally he prefers to dominate in private, closed-door games with high pots and higher stakes, but his win in court has him riding a high that he’s not quite ready to come down from.

Harvey feels like putting on a performance.

He spots a poker table that’s attracting a slight crowd. Harvey’s lips quirk up into a cheshire cat smirk. Showtime.

#marvey #harvey specter #carpemermaid writing #hello new fandom #suits usa

[tastymoves]

So the first chapter is done... post it now or post it when chapter two is done as well?

#suitsfic #suits #harvey/mike #mike/harvey

[lupismaris]

He felt resigned. He was thirty one years old and his only semblance of a solid healthy relationship was his fucking career. The last time he’d let himself think that maybe, just maybe, there was more, it had ended with his partner buying a one way ticket to Chicago and never coming back. Maybe it was better that this time it didn’t get so far. He just wasn’t built for it, for relationships, for connections that weren’t manipulative or imbalanced. It wasn’t for him, he told himself with a hint of bitterness. Besides, there were evidence reports to finish.

- Somewhere in Brooklyn, WIP mike/harvey fic

#my fic #harvey specter #mike ross #suitsfic

[jacikat]

"You go, I go" Part 8

*You go, I go*

Suitsfic, gen, Harvey&Mike, K+, no general warnings. Season 3 Back 6-ish AU.  There is no Scottie.

This is a short fic, and this is its final episode, in which things are not actually resolved.  And that's okay.

I do not write for Suits, which explains everything, of course.

~~~~~SUITS~~~~~

By the time Harvey reached his apartment, it was night.  Becoming a former lawyer seemed like it took as much work as becoming a lawyer in the first place had, what with the statement he’d made to the bar association, the stopover at Goldman & Atwater to retain legal counsel that wasn’t Pearson-Specter—that wasn’t Jessica—and the meeting with his CPA in which he determined that with frugal living he could keep his apartment for four months before he’d be forced to downsize, or leave Manhattan.  Harvey said goodbye to Ray, his boxes of office things stacked unimportantly at the curb, and watched the car drive off.  He wouldn’t be seeing the trusted Indian driver again; he’d worked out the fact that without a steady call for it, a car service would be more expensive than the occasional taxi.  It felt weird to see the man go, knowing he could no longer just call him whenever he needed a ride or someone to talk about jazz with during one.

Harvey hefted two of the boxes and started toward his private elevator at the back of the high rise.  He would load the boxes into it, then take it up to his apartment.  As he approached, he was startled to see someone seated, leaning against the glass.  Harvey approached, warily; this was a good neighborhood, but New York was New York—until he realized it was Mike.  His knees were drawn up and he looked cold.

“What are you doing here?”

Mike just shrugged as he rose to his feet.

“Okay, then, you can help me move these boxes in.”  Neither of them spoke until all the boxes were safely stacked around Harvey’s living room.

Harvey surveyed the damage and decided he didn’t feel like dealing with them any further that night.  He would tackle the job of finding a new home for his signed basketball collection and his record set in the morning.  He turned to his helper.  “What are you doing here?” he demanded, a little more sharply than he’d intended to sound.  “Shouldn’t you be on a bus to Montana, or something?”  he could hear the note of aggression in his tone, which told him he was probably transferring his anger about giving up the job he loved onto Mike, who was really only indirectly responsible—no, Harvey had to admit to himself, Harvey Specter was, as usual, to blame entirely for what happened to Harvey Specter.

Mike shrugged, then pointed to the boxes he had helped carry.  “That’s the stuff from your office, isn’t it?” Mike said.  “I didn’t believe you’d actually do it—I didn’t think Jessica would actually let you do it.”

Harvey sat down heavily on the dark leather couch.  “I didn’t give her much choice,” he said.

Mike plopped himself down on the couch next to his former boss and stared out at the dark window.  “I don’t know how to leave it,” he said at last.

“Leave what?”

“This life,” Mike replied.  “Being a lawyer, you, Rachel—Rachel was relieved when I told her I got fired.  She thought that meant we could be together without having to worry about… it… anymore.”

Harvey looked down at his hands.  Pretty soon he was going to have them memorized.  “I wish it were that simple,” he said.  “I went to the state bar and told them everything.”

Mike looked sharply at the older man.  “Oh, man, Harvey.”

“Everything except who you are,” Harvey added.  “Although they could figure it out pretty quickly.  I told them I hoped that if I turned myself in they wouldn’t see any need to come after you, since I was the one who talked you into the whole thing.”

Mike frowned.  “Harvey, I talked you into it.”

Harvey shrugged.  “That’s not the way I remember it.”

Mike stared at him for a long minute before he realized.  “You mean, that’s the way you’re going to remember it.”

“Same difference.”

Mike shook his head.  “Harvey, you don’t have to do this.  They’ll take away your license.”

“Mike, they’ll take away my license even if I try to convince them you were blackmailing me into it.  I’m the lawyer, I’m the one they’re going to come after.  I’m just trying to limit the damages.”

Mike nodded slowly.  “What are you going to do if they take away your license?  I mean…”

“I don’t know.”  Harvey watched the cars in the darkness below, streaming by with a sense of purpose that contrasted with the few, faint, motionless stars visible in the Manhattan night sky.  “Learn how to leave it, I guess,” he said.  “The life, the job—“ he didn’t add ‘the people’; he wasn’t any more comfortable with goodbyes than Donna was, he supposed.

Mike seemed to read his thoughts.  “I’m not leaving New York, Harvey.”

“Mike, I can’t guarantee they don’t come looking for you.  I really think you should go somewhere else, at least until things calm down a bit.”

“No,” Mike said, turning to face him.  “I’m staying.  If they take this thing to court, you’re going to need to your number two on the case.”

“Mike, I’m not dumb enough to go pro se over my law license.  That’s like baiting a judge, especially if it goes to the D.A. as a felony case.  All judges think lawyers are crooks.”

“Okay,” Mike said, “but you better bet I’ll be in that courtroom, and I’ll make sure that judge knows I can take full responsibility for my own actions.”

“Mike, you do that and you’ll probably go to jail for five years.  For me, maybe one.  Probably a fine.”

“And your law license,” Mike pressed him.

Harvey looked away, but the tightness around his eyes told Mike he wasn’t telling him everything.  “Harvey,” Mike said.

“They already suspended it,” Harvey said quietly, calmly.  “No judge is going to give it back, even if it doesn’t go to the D.A. as a felony charge.”

Mike gulped.  “Harvey, I am so sorry,” he managed.

Harvey shook his head and ran his fingers through his now-uncoiffed hair, feeling the tension drain through his fingers even as the weight of what had happened that day set in.  “Forget it,” he said.  “Like I said, my idea.”

Mike shook his head too, knowing that changing Harvey’s mind was fruitless.  “I’m going to be there,” he said again, emphatically.

Harvey evidently realized Mike’s mind wasn’t likely to change either, because he leaned back into the leather cushions and a half-smile quirked at the corner of his mouth.  “Okay,” he said, “I guess we’re still in this together, then.”

Mike leaned his own head back and looked up at Harvey’s tall ceiling, across which the evening shadows reached and the dull light from the streets below them faintly played.  I guess we are, he thought to himself.

There was a knock on the hall door of Harvey’s apartment, then the sound of someone letting themselves in, followed by the click of heels in the hall.

“Come in, Donna.” Harvey’s voice was gravelly but steady and unsurprised.   Mike sat up and turned his head; it was Donna, and she was carrying a box in her hand.

“I figured you men would need this,” she said, holding it out to Harvey.

“Chunky monkey?” Harvey said, taking the ice cream box from her.

Mike blinked.  “How did you know—“

“I would find you both here? I’m Donna,” she said, but her response, while arch, was gentler than usual.

Harvey headed for the kitchen.  “I’ll get three bowls,” he called.

Donna kicked her spiked heels off onto the rug and sat down, and Mike leaned back into the leather again and breathed.  It was going to be okay.  Not because Harvey would keep his license, or Mike wouldn’t go to jail for five years, or Donna wouldn’t have a new boss at Pearson-Whatever-It-Called-Itself who could never replace Harvey; all of those things might happen, but they would happen tomorrow.  Tonight they were eating chunky monkey, and they were all together, and they would face what came together; and it would be okay.

~~~~~SUITS~~~~~

finis.

~~~~~SUITS~~~~~

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I might eventually write a sequel to this.

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Title: Ex Facie Pairing: Mike/Harvey Rating: NC-17  Summary: Mike always manages to find a way around Donna’s front desk security detail and into Harvey’s office, where he touches things, with his bare hands, without asking.

Link here

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[merelymedia]

Back in Town Chapter 2

Here’s the second chapter from my slow burn Marvey fic. I’m new to this fic writing thing so I’d love feedback and corrections! I hope you enjoy!

Click here for Chapter 1

Harvey waited outside the steakhouse questioning why he was so fidgety. Up until now they had always gone out to the same place for important dinners; the first place Harvey ever took Mike. Except that Harvey hadn’t returned there since he said goodbye to Mike in the parking lot the night before Mike flew to LA.

When Ray pulled up and Mike stepped out Harvey moved forward and hugged him, tight, before he even realized what he was doing. But to his surprise, Mike didn’t question it but just hugged back. Harvey stepped back wondering what got into him. With the exception of his nieces he didn’t hug people if it could be at all avoided. But damn, he couldn’t deny that as soon as Mike stepped out of that limo he felt a peace he hadn’t realized he had been missing. It didn’t last long because as he pulled back he was able to really see Mike’s face for the first time; dark shadows, hooded eyes and all.

“Hey kid, don’t people move to LA for fresh air and rejuvenated skin? What are they putting in the water out there? You look half dead.”    “Well gee, it’s good to see you too. Glad to see you haven’t gone soft in my absence,” Mike said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Harvey told Ray to hang on to Mike’s bags and be ready to pick them up when they were done before leading Mike to the table where he had scotch waiting. Mike took a long drink and looked up with a sigh. The short lived joy Harvey had felt by Mike’s arrival drained completely, leaving him with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Mike, I’m glad to see you, but what’s going on?” Mike avoided his eyes and Harvey felt actual physical discomfort at the pain he saw in his friend’s face.

“It’s over with Rachel. For good,” Mike said flatly, with his eyes glazed and still fixated on a point over Harvey’s shoulder.

If Harvey had been expecting something, it wasn’t that. Hadn’t they left everything, hadn’t Mike left Harvey to be able to prioritize his marriage? If there was one thing that had made the loss bearable for Harvey it was knowing the move allowed Mike to be happy and loved. Like Mike should be.

“Shit Mike, I’m sorry. What happened?” Mike finally dragged his eyes to meet Harvey’s and Harvey flinched at the desolation he found in them. He hadn’t even seen that look when Mike was in prison. Hell, he hadn’t seen that look since Mike looked up, a stranger, over a briefcase full of weed and explained how his whole life had spiraled out of control. But even then there was a spark of hope, of determination. Now there was simply emptiness.

“It doesn’t really matter. It just didn’t work.”

“I thought your move to LA was because you guys were great and didn’t want anything getting in the way?” Harvey realized too late he probably should have said something more kind and supportive; but there was a need to comprehend what happened he didn’t fully understand.

“Well I certainly didn’t go thinking I’d get a goddamn divorce.” Mike flinched at the last word and Harvey wondered if this was the first time he had actually said it out loud. “Look Harvey, I don’t know what to tell you. There was something missing from our relationship. Or maybe something there that shouldn’t have been. I don’t really know but we did love each other and we thought it was just all the bullshit that was always happening here. But I guess it was just us. Or maybe just me.”    “Mike..” Harvey’s voice was choked

“It’s fine. If I’m being honest I’m grateful to have some finality to it all.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“I think we both knew something was going on but rationalized it. After all there was always some secret or bullshit going on here to account for it. We thought it would go away when we moved. Once we did we spent a long time both pretending we didn’t still feel it, a longer time arguing about how to fix it and who’s fault it was, 8 months in therapy, and the last few months trading off who was sleeping in the office.”    “And you’re sure it’s over?” Harvey asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”    “The therapy, it didn’t help?”    “Unless making us fight twice as much is helping, no. She was really stuck on Danbury and that I needed to talk about my time there, since Rachel and I just kind of moved on with our lives.” Mike’s eyes had become unfocused again. “But it’s just not something I can talk about.”    Harvey was confused for a moment, he had thought Mike was fine coming out of prison, he came out swinging and had worked with Gallo before he died.

“I don’t know what to say Mike, I had no idea things were bad.”

Mike sat up straighter, “Yeah well maybe I should give you a sob story more often if it means I get a ribeye and scotch out of it.” Harvey knew he was trying to change the subject.

“Oh yeah? Who says I’m paying? Didn’t you get enough cash out of me when I was signing your paychecks?”    “Judging from the small fortune of a timepiece around Ray’s wrist I think you can afford a few nights out,” Mike said baiting him.    “Well as it happens I am doing fairly well for myself thanks for noticing,” Harvey says with a cocky grin while slipping a couple bills on the table and texting Ray. Mike stood up to leave.

“So I know you’ve spent nights in all the hotels around town. And by nights I mean evenings because I don’t see the great Harvey Specter turning around for a snuggle. Any recommendations?”

“I’ve heard my cuddling skills come highly recommended. You want to test that out?”

Mike just raised his eyebrows in that ‘you’re full of bullshit’ look Harvey missed so much.

“Well I can give you recommendations if you want. Their beds are probably a hell of a lot more comfortable than my couch. But I was planning on starting a Godfather marathon tonight if you wanted to join?” Of course Harvey was actually buried in paperwork and had planned to return to the office after dinner. But now that Mike was in front of him the thought of seeing his back walking away, even just for the night, filled him with panic.

“An offer I can’t refuse. Thanks Harvey,” Mike said tiredly.

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[merelymedia]

Back in Town Chapter 3

Start from the beginning

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As Harvey held the door open for Mike to enter his apartment he was filled with a sense of deja vu. How many times had Mike shown up at his door with some problem that needed fixing? Well there wasn’t any fixing this. Harvey realized that he would give up anything if he could somehow protect Mike from the events that always seemed to lead to him crossing this doorstep.

Mike went over to the drink cart to pour himself a scotch.

“Help yourself,” Harvey said drying.

“Oh, sorry Harvey,” Mike stuttered. The fact that he didn’t have some facetious come back told Harvey just how exhausted Mike really was.

Harvey’s face softened, “Hey Mike listen,” he said sincerely “you are welcome here as long as you want. Help yourself to anything. I told you once that you were my guy and always had been. That hasn’t changed. Anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.” Mike looked like he wasn’t sure what to say, so Harvey kept talking, “Well you might as well pour me one too. Come on, I’ll grab you bedding for the couch; but if you want to watch the movie the TV is in the bedroom.”

Mike blinked at the giant stone fireplace taking up an entire living room wall, and the floor to ceiling windows taking up the other like he had never questioned the lack of a TV and he now found it completely absurd. “Not really used to entertaining huh?”

“The kind of entertaining I do here happens in the bedroom anyway” Harvey joked.

Mike groaned. “Yeah that definitely makes me want to hang out there..”

“Come on smartass,” Harvey slapped him on the shoulder as he passed by, leading the way to his bedroom. After setting up the movie Harvey plopped on the immaculately made king sized bed and reclined into the pillows. He looked up and noticed Mike tentatively standing in the doorway. “You going to watch the movie standing up?” Harvey asked with one eyebrow raised. Mike visibly relaxed at the implied invitation and walked towards the bed.

“Just wanted to make sure I’m not going to catch anything.” he quipped.

“Jesus who do you think I am? Hugh Heffner?”

“Hey, I guess I should be glad to have a friend with game. I’m not sure I haven’t forgotten how to be single,” He started it as a joke, but by they time he finished his voice had fallen flat.

“Well don’t tell Louis but I’m not exactly as full of game as you seem to think. After everything with Paula and Donna I just, I don’t know, focused on work.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t spread around that you aren’t the narcissistic, soulless, womanizer people think you are.”

“Perfect. Now I would tell you to shut up and watch the movie except we both know there’s never been a movie you haven’t talked through.” Except this time he didn’t talk through the movie, because within minutes he was fast asleep. In Harvey’s bed.

When the movie finished Harvey briefly questioned if he should leave the kid be and sleep on the couch. But screw it, it was his bed, and it was big enough for both of them. If Mike thought it was weird in the morning he could always claim he planned on moving but fell asleep too, the same as Mike. He got comfortable and turned to face Mike. In sleep Mike’s face lost all traces of the tribulations he had been hiding for the last couple years. The peace Harvey felt when Mike stepped out of the limo returned and Harvey fell easily into a blissful sleep.

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[darveyfics]

Hi Shippers!

Chapter 4 up now. 

(Based on a Prompt for @darveyfics ‘Call 911′)

Note: For anyone waiting on TNWO ... I’m on it this week! And some other bits. Keep a look out... 

Atheniandream/redwineonavanillaskye

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"How could you?!" "Because I love you, Donna. And I'm tired of pretending I don't!" 7.09/7.10

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He feels his shoulders slump, the moment he sees her reflection bounce off of the glass panels, rounding the corner as she sashays towards his office.

She looks angry. 

Scrap that, he thinks, she looks livid. Made only the more evident by the sight of her looking so heartbreakingly beautiful, and noticeably deathly from head to toe. 

He had watched her all night, glide around their chosen venue in a swooping black gown, with spines of black lace reaching up her chest like the young branches of a tree, creeping along her pale skin, with the highest slit up her leg - that he’s ever seen her wear before - and her shiny cooper hair rippling down one side of her neck and popping against her devastatingly red lips. 

His groin had ached at the mere sight of her, contradicting the silent treatment he had given her over a week prior. A gift for the previous week of her own bitter silences.

But after tonight, he feels it all break away from him as she stalks into his office.

He thought he’d escaped this kind of a situation. 

He forgot how habitual he could be, sometimes…and how good her memory was.

“How could you?” She fires at him, the colours ripping from her voice and streaking out into the large, slightly darkened room of his.

He looks tiredly at her, placing his empty glass on the window ledge, as he regards her presence.

“Donna,” He starts, his voice solid as he tries to concentrate on her kohl rimmed eyes only.

He knows what he’s done. Hell, he threw it all in motion in the first place, but only after what she had done. 

He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help the way that seeing them made him feel in that one moment. He felt less than. He felt worthless, in her wake, as she had disregarded his feelings and all at once paraded the guy around at his own party. That ramrod of frustration had all but impaled him in the gut as he was forced to watch - from farther away than he’d liked - as she made a fool of him, personally, made of fool of their complicated past in front of their friends. He watched every single one of them give him looks they couldn’t turn back into words, and every single moment of it made him out to be a damned fool. 

“Don’t Donna me,” She snaps into the air. “You told my Fiance that I kissed you.” She accuses.

“So, it’s not just boyfriend, then?” He counters, his eyebrow twitching in the undercurrent of a challenge.

They both know that she’s omitted wearing a ring at office. And they both know the reason for that. 

“Why?” She fires the question, taking a step towards him. “Is this payback for Paula?” She suspects, “Huh?” She goads him, her eyes flashing. “After all that I did to explain to her, to help you save that relationship, why,” She pauses, “Why are you still trying to punish me?” She reams off. 

His mouth drops open. “Donna, it’s not that, I-”

“Then what is it, Harvey?” She frowns, the feeling sifting out into her eyes. “If you’re not trying to punish me then why the hell are you doing this?!” 

“Because I love you, Donna!” He all but shouts at her. 

It takes them both by surprise, as his voice seems to falter. 

“And I’m tired of pretending I don’t!“ He says then, his eyes wide.

She takes a step back, her chest bending inward, causing her dress to swish slightly as it brushes past her left leg, a shocked expression painting her face pale as the air seems to fall out of her. She swallows, her eyebrows bending with a pressure.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Harvey.” She says, breathlessly.

“You never even gave me a chance.” He says harshly, an accusation all over his face. 

“You never gave me one.” She bests, throwing the heavy stones of excuse at him.

One week, it took. One week for him to break up with Paula, and for her to start dating her ex. He’d started throwing random things in his apartment, soon after. He barely had any plates left…

“Donna, I,” He swallows, feeling something regurgitate in this mind. 

“I need to get back to the party,” She interrupts, her voice devoid of feeling as her bottom jaw bends to one side to match the fact. She takes a step away, inferring the door behind her. “Mark’s…waiting.” She says, before turning her back on him. 

It’s enough to break him completely.   

He pushes off of the ledge then, something ripping inside him, causing his body to follow. “Donna…don’t do this.” He calls to her, following.

This is getting hard to bearFace it I’m not getting throughI don’t even think you careAll the things I’ve won for youI have been your championSo why do you walk awayI bought you the skyAnd the oceans tooBy the look in your eyeThe only thing I couldn’t doIs fail for youDon’t ask me to fail for youMy neck is so weighed down with goldMy glory always on displayStrangers in the street beholdBut you just turn your head awayI will be your victoryBut still you walk awayI bought you the skyAnd the oceans tooBy the look in your eyeThe only thing I couldn’t doFail for you

She ignores him the entire way, stalking to the elevator, a swishing mass of red and cream and black. He feels the flight in her, as his heart starts to beat at a pace, his legs pressing down into the ground just to catch up with her. 

“Donna,” He calls loudly behind her, a panic starting to frame his words. 

She’s fast, his mind realises, in those spiked heels and an anger that he’s helped form within her, as he starts to jog slightly, seeing her almost reach the doors as fear starts to creep into his lungs and catch a pressure there. 

He can’t keep doing this. They can’t keep doing this. They need to break out of this cyclical pattern that is the almost-death of their not-quite relationship. 

When he reaches the elevator, she’s noticeably distressed, pressing the elevator  buttons several times in a panic to flee the scene, her usual M.O. Her foot taps with a nervousness on the carpet in a weak effort to block him out. 

His hand reaches out for her left arm, spinning her towards him in one fluid motion, his cupid shaped lips bending down to crush against hers as his left hand pulls her waist to his. He feels the tiniest bit of resistance there, her hands between them, her mouth tensing against his kiss and a frustrated breath puffing out around their faces as she directs it out of her nose into a short hiss. She remains like that for a second or two, until his tongue slides against her lips and suddenly she’s putty in his arms, her mouth rocking with a motion as she deepens the kiss, reactive then as her hands slide towards his heart. 

It’s different, this time.

He’s been drinking, and feels less ‘put upon’ and disarmed. Maybe he just likes to take control of them, he thinks, as his hand travels around her waist, splaying his fingers so he can press her neatly into the flesh of his stomach. She smells like vanilla but tastes like his favourite whiskey, so much so that his lips bend upwards a fraction at the edges, a recollection of their past coming to aid him rather than to bite him on the ass as it’s done so many times before. 

He pulls back, his hand sliding against her cheek. 

“I’m in love with you, Donna.” He tells her, watching her swollen lips and the indent of a frown above her half wanton gaze. His head tilts, the smallest amount as he checks her, his eyes darkening. “And I know, that you love me, too.” He tells her solidly.

She sighs, the sound falling out of her just in time for him to bend and kiss her again, her hands sliding up to his face as his thumbs press into her hips, their mouths finally becoming hot and their kisses deepening with a buried need. 

The chime of metal doors opening is completely lost on them both, as he groans at the feeling of her short maroon fingernails scraping across his neck, a welcome reminder of every single time she’s ever touched him in his life...

“Donna?”

It’s like a vat of ice water falling on them both, as she breaks apart from him abruptly, their faces ripping to the attention of the incredulous voice coming from the open space.

Witness, 

Mark Meadows, 

Standing in the the elevator,

Glaring at him. And only him. 

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Lyrics ‘Fail for You’ By Luke Sital-Singh

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Louis has some heartbreaking news for Harvey about Donna... interpret this how ever you want. Based whenever you want.

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He’s never run so fast in his entire life. 

He bounds into the Hospital, before striding to the reception, a flurry of commands and orders and her now distinct name rolling with practise off of his lips - along with little bit of his own - as his clenched fist drops solidly onto the counter. 

He’s in a daze, fingers pointing away from him, with ‘stranger’ mouthes moving in front of him in a blur as his body responds on autopilot. He’s desperately trying to quash the heartbeat pounding in his ears, thrumbing with an echo and a thud. The sear of acid in his stomach lashes up his throat and burns in his mouth with a vile taste.

He presses the elevator button, cursing at the drudging speed of it’s descent towards him.

He doesn’t have time. He’s already delayed. Fate had already kept him away from her for so long…

His eyes notice the door to the stairs, as he pushes it open roughly, taking them two at a time and thanking his consistent morning routine for the added support as he climbs four flights in total, every one of them a mountain in his mind.

He’s panting from the rush of adrenaline when he arrives at the right floor, pushing open the door to level three as his eyes read the various signs in a panic, looking for the right department. Looking for an endgame to his distended sense of dread. 

He finds the right one, marching along mint coloured walls and heads for the last reception of his journey, as a soft looking, older woman with glasses, shuffles paper in front of him. 

“I’m looking for Donna Specter? Where is she?” He asks impatiently.

“Sorry, Sir, can ask who you are to her?” She questions, looking at him.

“I’m her husband.” He says heavily, clamping down on the frustration coursing through his veins. 

The woman frowns, looking down the hall for moment. Before she can comment, he hears a familiar voice call down to him. 

“Harvey.”

He notices Louis, his eyes bloodshot red as he stands in the middle of the ward, his hands limp against his sides. 

His own chest lurches, as he walks over to the shorter man. 

His face is grave, unsure and terrified, as he stares back at Harvey. 

“Louis…” He manages, his chest heaving then. He doesn’t have to hear words to see that it’s bad. Really bad.

“I uh…I’m sorry, they wouldn’t let Mike know anything, so I…I lied…and then,” He rambles, regret etched on his stunned face.

“It’s fine, Louis.” He rushes the sentiment. “Where is she? Is she…”

“The way the car…hit her…she…” 

“Louis…” He swallows, feeling a punch within his gut, his heart beating too fast to concentrate. “Just tell me.” He orders. “Please.”

He watches as Louis trembles, his face bending into a panicked cry as his hand tries to stop the eruption of tears. “She lost the baby…”

It’s like a literal punch to the face. 

They only had a month left. One month. Four little weeks, until…

They had a room filled with green and yellow and blue.

He had recalled her sitting in it lately, talking to the person that he knew she was so excited to see. That they both were.

It had been the first time in his life that he truly felt complete.  

Now, he felt limp, his throat dry despite the tears in his eyes. 

“Is she, uh…” He starts, unable to finish the words.

“She’s stable. They operated on her two hours ago.” He explains. “I made sure she had a good room.” 

“I dropped my phone.” He says numbly, his glaze blurring. 

He had been in board meeting. He had dropped his phone whilst taking a piss, of all things. He had spoken to her half an hour before that. She was shopping for things. Happy and light and whimsical about being ‘knocked up by Harvey Specter’…

“Harvey…I’m so sorry.” Louis says, throwing his mind back into the room.

“It’s okay.” He tells the man, nodding, half telling himself in the process.  “Where is she?”

“Harvey,” Louis warns then. 

He frowns, judging the man’s reticent expression. “Louis. I need to see my wife. Right now.”

He watches as his friend and Partner judges his expression, before turning his back. He follows, his hands balling into fists.

With every step he takes it gets harder to walk, despite his rushing urge to see the literal love of his life. 

He spots Mike and Rachel first, Rachel’s face is drenched with tears, and Mike is holding her a mere foot or two away from the end of the bed. They look to him, their faces as pained as his feels. No doubt the entire team had set themselves against the usual hospital laws. 

They are a unit. A family. All of them. They do it all together.

It’s then that he notices the splayed red hair across the pillow. The bruises. The broken arm in plaster and the gaping, resonating absence, 

Of where their child once lay, waiting patiently for them. 

His mouth falls open, a puff of air forcing itself out as his shoulders drop at the realisation. 

He had nearly lost her, too. Hell, he still could. And hell it would most certainly be…

Her face is peaceful, as he moves slowly but loyally to her side, gravitating towards the chair nearer to her. It still feels warm - Louis must have been here in his absence - as he pulls it closer to her bedside. He stretches over to her, his right hand taking her left as he pulls it towards his face, kissing it soundly. Her diamond ring is missing. He frowns, even the absence of that painting his face a darker colour. 

Despite it all, she looks like a peaceful angel, if you concentrate on the left side of her face. If you ignore the bruises and the drastic change in her. 

“Donna,” He whispers, his jaw clamping with the tension of seeing her like this. He draws a breath, tears falling between their joined hands. “I’m so sorry.” He sobs, finally. 

His friends linger near him. Knowing that he needs them now, more than ever. 

Knowing that she does, too.  

They watch after him, as he watches after her unconscious form. 

If you must wait,Wait for them here in my arms as I shakeIf you must weep,Do it right here in my bed as I sleepIf you must mourn, my loveMourn with the moon and the stars up aboveIf you must mourn,Don’t do it aloneIf you must leave,Leave as though fire burns under your feetIf you must speak,Speak every word as though it were uniqueIf you must die, sweetheartDie knowing your life was my life’s best partAnd if you must die,Remember your lifeYou areYou areOh, you areYou areOhIf you must fight,Fight with yourself and your thoughts in the nightIf you must work,Work to leave some part of you on this earthIf you must live, darling one,Just liveJust liveJust live

‘You’ by Keaton Henson.

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