#c: Dex (Spy AU)

[thedangelos]

breathe | dex & sven (spy au)

Dex made it about five steps from the dining table before he collapsed. The vague sound of Sven’s chair scraping backward in a hurry to get to him was the last thing he heard before seeing black. He knew he was running a massively high temperature for a few hours at least, but ever in his nature, he’d pushed himself to go as far as he could before he reached his limit.

It wasn’t an excuse and certainly not one that Sven would accept but the inability to do a third of what he was capable of before the incident had been driving Dex utterly mad. As soon as he could stand and walk about he was pushing himself, his partner nipping at his heels for him to take it easy. It isn’t that Dex hadn’t been minding the warning signs of his injury acting up and begging him to rest- he’d been ignoring them in favor of the quick fix of activity now. He had done this to himself.

It was why when he came to in Sven’s arms on the dining room floor, trying and failing to blink the bleariness out of his eyes he gave half a chuckle, “Don’t yell at me. Please.” I fucked up, I know, I’m sorry for worrying you, he wanted to say, but the words didn’t make it out of him. 

He was fuzzy for several minutes after that thought, vaguely remembering leaning on Sven to make his way upstairs to their bedroom- Sven’s bedroom. Ah, fuck it. It was his bedroom too. 

What snapped him into total coherence was the warmth of Sven’s body leaving his own. Once Dex was laid down in bed, the older man, true to his nature, began taking off, already thinking of the next 15 things he’d do to make his injured, unwell boyfriend better. 

But Dex reached a hand blindly towards Sven’s wrist, missing and catching a fistful of the man’s pants at his thigh instead. “Just stay with me,” he requested, expression twisted in unease. “Please?”

It only took how easily Sven gave in to know it wasn’t just Dex who needed a moment to slow down amid this ordeal. 

#YOU KNOW ME MAN PICTURING THINGS VIVIDLY AND HAVING TO WRITE THEM but this collapsing after trying to play it cool thing is such a fuckin #Dex post getting shot move lmao I feel like this is not too long after Dex is discharged to Sven and has been just about living with him #but like the moment Dex is able to move around on his own without feeling like death he does THIS to himself bc he wants to bad to be back #to his usual self I die I'm sorry Sven ur boyfriend is a dumb dumb #c: Dex (Spy AU) #Svex (Spy AU) #drabble #my writing #o: Sven D'Angelo #spy au

[sadserotonin]

Starter: "It scares me what I'm willing to do for you." for SB Svex

“Don’t let it,” Dex damn near snarled, his forehead pressing harder against Sven’s. His calloused fingertips dragged higher up the older’s neck to brace below his ears. “You’re the most fearless man I know. And what I would do for you is no less.”

#GOD NOT FUCKING THIS #REMEMBER WHEN YOU TOLD ME SB SVEN WOULD KILL FOR DEX BECAUSE I DO #I REMEMBER #REMEMER WHEN YOU TOLD ME SB SVEN WOULD FIND A HEART ON THE BLACK MARKET FOR HIS DEX IF HE HAD TO #IM FUCKING SPIRALING JUST /THINKING/ ABOUT IT #I GOTTA GO FUCK #c: Dex (SB AU) #o: Sven (SB AU) #cm #I CANNOT STAND HOW PASSIONATE THESE TWO ARE FOR EACH OTHER I JUST #WANT TO TALK TO JUNE CAROL AND SHYMA THE FUCKING CLOWNS #WHO STARTED SPY BUTTERFLY THINKING IT WOULD BE CHARLIE AND JENS HELL FOREVER #I WANT THEM TO LOOK AT US NOW #IM WHEEZIN #NOT TO SPIRAL ANY MORE IN THESE TAGS BUT I THINK AT LEAST ONCE A DAY ABOUT THAT TIME #SB DEX PUNCHED THE GUY IN THE BAR THAT WAS BOTHER SVEN AND SVEN WAS LIKE #LETS GET OUT OF HERE I WANT YOU TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME IM S C RMEAMING #I SCREAM EVERY TIME I REMEMBER THIS SVEX BRAND GOODNIGHT #cadetgray #verse: Spy Butterfly

[snalzhttps]

for your pokemon adjacent au, what role slimecicle have?

yknow in the Alola games when you had the little Rotom-Dex that functioned as like the menu, but also told you directions and what you were doing. I like to imagine he’s a little bit like that- just this little green ditto that trails along Tommy and Friends and gives directions and is just a companion!!! does puns!! Is a goopy friend!!

Basically the dsmp c!slime’s all knowing-ness, i guess, converts to him telling information to tommy like the uhh game would the player. it turns out he knows most of this because, to simplify it, he was a ditto manufactured by the evil org and used as a spy - he can transform into a human for a long time and most people cant really tell he’s not human apart from the fact that he‘s really weird about it.

Yknow “im meat and bones and absolutely Not a ditto” much like dsmp! slime probably in part doesnt want people to know he’s a slime because he’s seen Slimes be killed before. This Slime acts the same way about being a pokemon, so people dont try to catch him. Strangely he can catch pokemon himself though, he’s absolutely human-level intelligence and can throw a ball, he’s smart!! Just socially unaware. He gets a little team of Pokemon himself eventually maybe.

#ohhh my god i talk so much <3 #thankyou asker slimes one of my favourites i like to talk abt him #slimecicle #dsmp adjacent pkmn au #basically has all of the characters and some similar names but makes no attempt to follow any plot of the dsmp itself #thats what i mean by adjacent #also non-dsmp mcyts may be in it #dream smp au #agfhfh tysm have a nice day #tommyinnit

[thedangelos]

take me home | dex & sven (spy au)

Dex had never seen Sven so angry in his life but that didn’t stop him from following his partner the moment the older spy took off, regardless who else was around them and what they were abandoning. Even as Sven sought out isolation and reprieve, Dex was only a step behind him.

When Sven spun on his heels to shout, bark, do whatever it took to be left alone, Dex was already in his space, breathing his air. Sven couldn’t even open his mouth before-

“Stop, Sven,” Dex’s voice was firm as his hands moved to the older man’s cheeks, forcing them face to face. Every muscle in his body was coiled with tightness, with surety and it was just as well.

He was forced to take half a step back as Sven railed his forearms against him, demanding with his body to be let go so the flames in his heart could eat him alive.

“Look at me,” Dex insisted as soon as Sven growled at him to be released. His brown flecked blue eyes pierced Sven’s, his jaw tight as he spoke, “Breathe.”

Dex’s footing fell back another half step as Sven tried once more to break out of his grip. But he recovered quicker this time, closing the space between their bodies again.

“Breathe, Sven. This will not work itself out as long as you’re feeling like this. Breathe.”

This time, when Sven pushed back against him, it was so half-hearted and exhausted that Dex mistook it for a simple shift in posture. He used his hold on Sven’s face to bring the man’s forehead down the few inches to meet his own.

“Breathe.” His voice was still strong, but less urgent now, and grew even softer as he heard Sven exhale deeply through his lips. “Breathe.”

After several thick beats wherein the only sound between them was Sven’s still labored breaths, Dex slipped a hand to brace the back of the older man’s neck. With the leverage, he pulled Sven’s face to his shoulder in a seamless motion and took a breath of his own in preparation to bear his partner’s burden.

He knew there were many things he could say, reassurances he could give the other spy on that which had gotten him so uncharacteristically shaken. But he would save those for a later time, when he was sure they wouldn’t fall on deaf ears.

For now, Dex’s muscles remained built of stone for all of Sven to lean on until he finally did remember to breathe.

#I don’t know ANY context to this so don’t ask me omg maybe we could build it together but I pictured this SO vividly #I couldn’t tell you where they are or what made Sven so upset but Dex strong arming himself to be there was so clear and I can’t even be #100% sure if this is how Sven would respond to the stimulation but HERE IT IS I DIE I DO BE SHIPPIN SVEX LIKE THIS LMAO #c: Dex (Spy AU) #svex (spy au) #my writing #UPDATE: set amid Sven finding out about his true parentage #o: Sven D'Angelo #spy au

[thedangelos]

one more year | the whole crew

scotia -> charlie

Scotia can smell the wine on Charlie’s breath and even as they stumble on the uneven sidewalk, it makes him chuckle. 

“We’re a block from the car at best, Charlie, are you going to make it?” He teases his boyfriend, tightening his grip on the arm Charlie has around his shoulders. 

Charlie retorts something about being perfectly functional all while leaning more into the older man for support and Scotia snickers. He thinks that perhaps Charlie shouldn’t be so endearing to him this way, hammered on the night he’s turned 37, but Scotia can’t help it. This spirit is what he fell for in the first place. 

Charlie gives him a look and Scotia immediately knows what’s about to happen. His hands come up to Charlie’s cheeks the moment Charlie turns towards him and just a moment later he’s kissed deeply. It’s sloppy and tastes like pinot noir but laughter bubbles in Scotia’s throat anyway as his back presses against the storefront they were passing. 

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He mumbles between their lips, to which Charlie slurs back, “Crazy in love. With you.” 

The happiness on Scotia’s lips is smothered with kisses and he thinks to himself, this man is going to keep him young till the very moment he dies. He inhales through his nose so he doesn’t have to break apart from Charlie and indulges the more inebriated man in a form of affection they otherwise wouldn’t have on the streets. 

It’s only when their kisses slow and their noses are touching slightly so they can catch their breath that Charlie speaks again, sounding more sober than he has in hours.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

“What is it, Charlie?”

“Don’t let Dex plan my parties anymore. I might be getting a little too old for this...”

And Scotia erupts into a complete laugh. “Alright, next year’s on me. Now, let’s go home.”

chris -> will (spy au)

Like any casual Tuesday between them, they’re huddled together, cold, dirty, exhausted and alone. They’ve been hiding out in the very abandoned warehouse where they took shelter hours ago from the Polish mob, trying to find a clearing to escape several times with no avail. And with HQ failing to respond to their extraction calls, it’s become apparent that they’re going to have to get themselves out of this one.

Being still and quiet is pertinent to surviving, so Will raises a brow quite high when he sees Chris rustling through his utilities. His hiss of an inquiry of, “What are you doing?” goes unanswered and he’s left to simply watch Chris unwrap one of his rations before pulling a match from a different pocket.

“Almost forgot,” Chris grumbles as he strikes the match against the sole of his boot and digs it into the ration. 

Realization begins to dawn upon Will just as Chris smirks at him, “Happy birthday-”

“Are you completely insane?”

“Completely, yeah,” Chris’s lips grow into a grin. “Come on after all this shit at least acknowledge that you made it one more year to here, hm?”

Will looks into those blue eyes and as they reflect the dull glow of the match, he can remember all the times in their youth when Chris had surprised him. Bought him silly little snacks with candles in them, insisting on celebrating that he was alive and a blessing to him. 

“You’re my best friend,” Will could hear the echo of Chris’s voice now from a version of him long gone, “And I’m going to make a big deal of this if I want to.”

He watches Chris wait with bated breath for his partner to accept the gesture of the best version of affection that he could put forth. It’s only after a beat that Will supposes he it would be alright to lean over this one time and blow the match out. 

And instantly Chris’s lips are on Will’s, devouring them slowly and painstakingly as they do, blindly no matter where they find themselves on this earth. 

“I love you,” Chris whispers huskily between them, and Will hates how much those simple words tug at him, how much they remove him from their current situation. “If we die out here, just remember that I went out loving you, hm?”

callum -> emma

Callum rearranges the candlesticks on the dinner table at least four times before he hears the keys in the door. He flattens a palm over the white table cloth he’d bought for the occasion before glancing at Banjo, who is donning an elegant tuxedo ensemble- also purchased for the night. 

“Showtime, girl,” Callum tells the dog, giving her a scratch behind the ears before moving towards the now opening door. 

“Hey,” is the greeting Callum musters, and he kicks himself for it just a little. He’d spent hours being precise and careful over dinner, over decor, and over the general set up but hey is all he manages when he’s actually faced with his beautiful girlfriend. It’s his saving grace to know by now that she finds every bit of him charming, even the parts he sees as flaws himself.

She’s quick to notice the mood lighting, the smell of food, and especially, her dog and her laughter alone is enough to make Callum feel like each bit of his efforts were worth it. To be rewarded with a kiss is only a bonus and Callum hums into it, one arm wrapping around her back as his fingers find her hair. 

She has to know by now that kissing him this way puts him in a one-track state of mind. That he could have planned a hundred things for her but the moment she traces her palm flat down his chest so, he will only be capable of thinking about taking her out of her clothes and laying her on any surface in the apartment that he can.

“Emma- dinner-” he tries to insist once, but he’s met between their lips with a brisk, “Will still be there in a few minutes.”

“A few minutes?” he raises a sharp brow, and she has to know he can’t resist being provoked like that. 

Emma grins at him and just like the first day they ever met, Callum loses himself in it. 

lyla -> nils

Lyla has an itinerary. She’ll start with breakfast in bed for Nils at 9 am; then they’ll go to the new digital art museum in town at 11 am; lunch at his favorite pâtisserie at 1 pm; a walk down the annual street fair near their dads’ house- the one with the stall of shirts Nils really likes- at 3:30 pm; a paint and sip except they have to work together on their painting, at 5 pm; dinner reservations at 7:30 pm, and finally a walk in the park at 9:30 pm.

That last part is the important one. Lyla links her arm into Nils’s elbow as they walk slowly, taking in the familiar views before she sits them down by a trickling and illuminated water fountain. She asks him if he had a good day, to which he kisses her forehead and answers that of course, he did. There’s no one else he would rather have gone on so many birthday adventures with. 

Lyla grins. She parts her lips to begin the small speech she prepared for this very moment but is interrupted by the buzz of Nils’s phone. They had always been good at disregarding their phones in favor of time for each other- that is until they had a child. 

Now, Nils answers his phone readily in the middle of their lovely evening and Lyla is grateful. 

“Hi there, is everything okay?” Lyla watches her husband speak to their sitter with a smile curling at the corner of her lips at his confident tone. “Is that Nova I hear back there? It’s a bit past her bedtime, isn’t it? ...Oh, I see.” 

Nils lowers his phone so he can put it on speaker and tells his wife in a whisper, “She wants to say good night.”

And Lyla’s heart warms. “Hi, baby,” she coos easily to her three-year-old as Nils echoes a similar greeting. The sound of Nova Ëklund-D’Angelo’s voice brings forth a smile and a tenderness in the two adults that they never thought was possible before. That they would do anything for the little girl in their lives is apparent from the kisses they blow her through the phone and the promises they make of how much they love her and how excited they are to see her again in the morning. 

By the time they hang up, Lyla doesn’t care for speeches anymore. She doesn’t care that she’d all but rehearsed the best way to present her idea, or that she had some pretty solid points. She simply takes Nils’s hand as soon as he puts his phone away, looks into his eyes with the unequivocal love of one half of his soul, and tells him, “Let’s have another baby, Nils. I’m ready.”

bristol -> sven

Bristol traces the letters on Sven’s chest. It’s only been a handful of months since the skin has healed but Bristol can hardly remember a time before he could run his gentle touch over the ink in their most vulnerable moments. 

His finger rises and falls with the older man’s breaths, ones he’s still trying to catch after the evening they’ve spent entangled together, isolated in their bedroom despite the many invitations they had received to more luxurious celebrations.

“What are you thinking?” Sven breaks the silence between them, fingers traveling through Bristol’s salt and pepper locks. 

The younger man doesn’t answer right away. Instead he lifts his nose from the crook of his husband’s neck and leaves light kisses along his jaw. He watches Sven shift to lean more into him and it’s only when his heart flutters to feel that Sven wants him even now, that he speaks.

“I’m so happy, Sven. I’ve never been so happy in my life,” he hums quietly, his sharp blue eyes wandering up to meet the other pair. “I could die right now and that would be perfectly alright with me.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be alright with me,” Sven says almost warningly. He kisses the beginnings of a smirk from Bristol’s mouth and leans up on an elbow to hover over the man he married so surely, so long ago. 

“Sven Vogel, you romantic,” Bristol purrs under Sven’s lips, but the older man doesn’t respond. He braces his body over Bristol’s with an intensity they’re both accustomed to by now, a possessive hold that they’ve both thrived in for 10 years and will continue to thrive in for nearly 10 more.

jensen -> august

It starts with a phone call six months prior to August’s 28th birthday. 

“Hi, uncle Milo. If you had a minute, I wanted to talk to you about the family vacation this year. Namely the time and location. Hear me out, I’ve got a good reason.”

On the day of, it isn’t easy to keep a straight face when just about every Ëklund in the house knows what Jensen has planned, but it is easy to convince August to get away with just him for the evening. After all, they’d been talking about taking a trip like this since the day they met. 

So they stand together at the outskirts of August’s hometown of Kiruna, peering up towards the most beautiful sight either has seen in nature, perhaps besides each other. August leans into the arm around his shoulders even if Jensen is trembling slightly. He plays back with Jensen’s restless fingers as the blue-green lights flicker along their strong features and smiles when a kiss is pressed to his hair, not for the first time. When he finally looks beside himself to see if Jensen is enjoying himself he finds his boyfriend gazing only at him. 

“You’re missing the good part,” August teases, pointing towards the sky, though he is grinning at the notion that Jensen would rather spend this time looking at him than the seventh wonder of the world. 

Jensen just shakes his head and drops a kiss to August’s cheekbone before he pulls back entirely. He answers August’s raised brow with a gesture that he needs both hands to zip up his coat and August lets his boyfriend be.

He looks back up, expecting to feel Jensen’s arm come back around him in due time. But it doesn’t and instead, he hears Jensen’s voice from a slight distance. 

“Every part is the good part when it’s with you, August,” Jensen speaks through a deep breath and when August turns to look at him, the younger man has one knee in the snow. The majestic Northern Lights reflect off the object in Jensen’s hand and he continues, “I thought I was complete before but you’ve changed everything from the very first day we met. You’ve made every second we’ve had together a new adventure and I decided a long time ago that I never want it to stop. So August Ëklund, will you make the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Jensen dashes off the ground the moment he’s done, laughter bubbling on his lips as his arms come around August. “Can’t wait for your answer, sorry. It’s freezing down there!”

For as nervous as he’d been leading up to the moment, Jensen hugs August close to his body now, kissing his face adoringly, knowing full well what their future holds. 

bristol -> linus

It should have been expected that they would end up in such a position after a month and a half apart. Long distance was a bitch- especially long distance with someone that had the touch of a blazing wildfire. 

The celebratory hike was Bristol’s idea but the kisses they shared at the summit were Linus’s. Linus’s idea to slip his cold hands under the other man’s shirt and Bristol’s to press his lips to the crook of Linus’s neck to keep from crying out. 

It was Linus that pulled them among the orange and yellow leafed trees, but Bristol that tugged at their jeans. Bristol who shivered as he was exposed but Linus who covered Bristol’s back with his chest. 

Bristol gripped tightly at the tree first, not caring for the bark that dug into his skin, especially when Linus’s palms came over the backs of his own. Bristol was the one to turn his chin back and bruise Linus’s lips but Linus was the one to use those lips to drop a dark red sign of possession on Bristol’s shoulder. 

It was Bristol’s decision to reach back and hold his partner around the back of the neck as he felt his stomach turn. But Linus’s to pick up his pace, loudly so.

Bristol cursed while Linus said the other’s name and their hips stuttered in unison. Birds fled from a nearby perch at the height of the two men’s commotion and the only sound following was that of their labored breaths.

Surely one of them could be credited for their utter lack of self control, but honestly, who was keeping track anymore?

dex -> sven

The wind rustling through Dex D’Angelo’s curls in itself is a treat to behold. More than ever, Sven has no regrets about accidentally dropping Dex’s product behind the sink that morning. From the benches on deck, he watches his partner, who appears to be one with the rope between his hands, pulling with a strength that tightens each muscle in his upper arms. 

Sven observes the laser focus in those oceanic eyes as Dex changes directions of the sail overhead, and the half-step he takes as it catches the wind. It’s an art, what he does, a muggle one that Sven would have had no appreciation for at one time in his life. But now, to watch Dex command the waters he waited 40 years to return to bristles each sense in him. 

Turning back to the more natural views before him, Sven takes a sip from the glass of wine hanging loosely between his fingers. The oaky flavor is one connected to strong memories for him. As it turns out, Dex had passed on his impeccable tastes onto his daughter, who had selected their favorite drink for her engagement party so many moons ago now. 

Sven can taste full-bodied berries and the irreversible changing of tides as a pair of knees comes to frame either side of his body. Looking up he sees Dex’s sun-kissed form, making himself comfortable on the back of the bench and the sight is damn near blinding.

“May I?” Dex’s voice is smooth as he lifts the glass away from Sven’s lips. The latter can only pretend to be offended as he leans back into the warmth of his partner. Dex’s arm, slipping around Sven’s collarbones similar to how he himself is often held in bed, makes the older close his eyes to simply lose himself in the moment.

He vaguely hears the sound of Dex setting the wine glass aside before he feels a warmth breath at his ear.

The whisper of “Happy birthday, my love,” sends a shiver down Sven’s spine and he only opens his eyes at the kisses that are peppered to the side of his face. 

In a few hours they will return to their fulfilled and bustling lives, full of friends, family, endless projects and engagements but for now they are simply Dex and Sven, together in ways that can never be comprehended by the average person.

It doesn’t matter the cycles of life it took them to reach this destination, just that all is, as it is supposed to be. 

#the way i was like which blog do i post this on and immediately was like WELL MOST OF THE BIRTHDAY DRABBLES ARE ON HERE AND CAROL LOVES DEX #THE MOST SO DEX'S PAGE IT IS LMFAO HERE WE GO LET ME JUST GET /ALL/ THE TAGS OUT OF THE WAY FIRST #c: Scotia Fallon #o: Charlie Vogel #scarlie #c: Chris (Spy AU) #o: Will (Spy AU) #yaxmoor (spy au) #c: Callum D'Angelo #o: Emma Vogel #callemma #c: Lyla St.Clair D'Angelo #o: Nils Eklund Vogel #Angelund #c: Bristol Overgaard #o: Sven Vogel #brisven #o: Linus Eklund #overlund #c: Jensen Fallon #o: August Eklund #augsen #c: Dexter D'Angelo #not us having literally 8 ships but like 55 plots at LEAST and that's only the romantic pairings not including all the friendships and #I'm clearly just a sucker for our characters finding themselves in the SAME situations to see how they react differently lol if the to have #and to hold drabbles didn't make that clear enough lmfao #not me writing you a whole heartfelt birthday message in the tags only to find i hit the tag limit and all of it disappeRED #LMAO SEE YOU ON DISCORD WITH THAT SHIT #my writing #carols birthdrabbles

[thedangelos]

TMFU meme: “Come on, baby, up to bed.” for spy AU Svex

Dex only gave the older man an unintelligible grumble, burrowing his nose further against the crook of Sven’s neck. He revelled in the weight of Sven’s arm laying across his collarbones and refused to even entertain the idea of moving away from it. For what? The bed? Sven had switched sofas to a sectional that accommodated both their heights for a reason. 

Dex’s soft protest became a full groan when Sven himself began to shift away from their tangle of limbs and he felt the rumble of Sven’s soft chuckle in response more than he heard it. They didn’t make any real progress until Sven leaned in once more to whisper against Dex’s earlobe, “Come on, love.”

Blue and brown splashed eyes peered up at Sven then, followed by a deeply contented sigh, “Alright. Let’s go to bed.”

#c: Dex (Spy Au) #Svex (Spy AU) #my writing #NOT ME #WEAK THE FUCK FOREVER FOR EVERYTHING THAT IS SVEX AND THEIR /VIBE/ #JUST LEAVE ME HERE #I pictured this like a month possibly more after Dex's bad injury #so he's still fatigued at times #still has aches here and there and his favorite recovery activity has quickly become #mid-day naps in Sven's arms whenever they can afford them and sometimes #it happens on the sofa and Sven is like come on get in bed so you don't strain yourself and Dex is only a little bit of a baby abt it LMAO #OUR BOYFRIENDS #I DIE #cadetgray #o: Sven D'Angelo #spy au

[thedangelos]

the moment | dex&sven (spy au)

Dex’s feet struck the earth in rhythm with his breaths, greater force to them than he had in the entirety of the current mission. His gaze alternated from the dark path on which he weaved through the shoreline trees, to the speedboat cutting the autumn waves 50 feet due east. 

The plan was to figure out where it was headed on the mainland and then direct the extraction team he’d called for earlier towards that location. But Dex came to an abrupt stop, double-taking as he watched two of the Sicilian mobsters they’d been after unceremoniously toppling a too tall, well-built form over the edge of the boat. 

The man was tied up but there was no fight to him and with the color draining from his face, it occurred to Dex that Sven was unconscious; he would go down to the bottom of that lake like a ton of bricks. 

Before Dex’s mind could catch up with his actions, the extra weight of his utility belt, tactical outer layers, and boots were all tossed carelessly to the dirt. And then in one fell swoop, he was in the water, which held at a crisp four degrees Celsius this time of year. 

His eyes struggled in moonlit depths he dove to, but he summoned an agility only an agent of his caliber could achieve, solely so he could wrap his arms under Sven’s limp ones in record time. It was little relief to kick his legs till they breached the surface because while he sucked in as much air as his lungs could hold, Sven did not.

There was a panic that began to creep through Dex’s limbs with the realization that Sven wasn’t breathing, but it was a personal emotion and he forced himself to focus if he was going to reverse this. It was nearly sloppy how he hauled Sven’s body onto the gravely shore, and the waves still lapped at the older man’s feet as Dex fell to his knees beside him.

“Come on, come on,” Dex muttered, ignoring the shiver that wracked through his own body in favor of clasping his hands over one another, forcing them to Sven’s chest. No, no, that was wrong, Dex shook his head, agitated that he had allowed the second of misstep due to his permeating dread. 

Quickly, he undid Sven’s protective gear, opening a clear path for him to push his hands against the thinnest layer of clothing on the man’s chest. Dex shouted the rhythm in his mind to focus himself, throwing his entire weight into the heels of his palms. 

…28, 29, 30.

His lips closing over Sven’s felt nothing like it had before, but he could scarcely focus on the fact. With each forceful breath that Sven failed to respond to him, Dex grew more desperate and amid his next set of compressions, something gave way under his hands with a sickening crunch. 

But he kept on pushing without rest anyway; …16, 17, 18...

“Breathe, Sven, please. Fuck. For me,” Dex pleaded with his partner. “Do it for me. Come on, just breathe.”

And there it was, just a moment later, a sharp, horrific gasp for air from Sven’s blued lips. Dex turned him to his side only briefly so he could expel the lake water from his lungs without choking, but then his arms were under Sven’s again, dragging the man between his legs, into his embrace.

With his chest shielding Sven’s back, Dex’s hands rubbed up and down the man’s torso, an urgent attempt to warm him up even the slightest bit. “Listen to me, Sven,” his voice was stiff and resounding from the sheer adrenaline coursing through him, “You were underwater, not breathing for a while there so things might be a little foggy right now. Do you know who you are? Where you are?”

Sven’s head lolled back against Dex’s neck for a moment before the spy jerked himself to alertness. “Dexter…” he mumbled, and it wasn’t the answer Dex was hoping for, but it was a clear testament to the soundness of Sven’s long term memory at least. 

Blindly, Dex reached back to where he’d discarded his extra layers of clothes and pulled them unevenly over Sven’s body. He had called for extraction the moment they were separated close to an hour ago so the team had to be close by, but he knew full well that if he couldn’t keep Sven from going into hypothermic shock, it would be over before his partner could even be loaded into the rescue chopper. 

“Yeah, it’s me, Sven. Look at me, I’m right here,” Dex urged as he peered down to the trembling man, who only made a soft sound in response. Dex was familiar with the feeling of Sven’s nose against his neck but it was so very frigid and different now. 

He never imagined that having Sven leaning into him so completely would grip him with fear, but there he was, running his fingers through the man’s short, damp locks as Sven groaned distantly, “My chest hurts…”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Dex’s hovering lips committed to pressing against Sven’s hairline with his apologetic words. He tucked his coat tighter around their bodies and resumed rubbing whatever warmth he could offer to Sven. “I had to get you breathing again. You’ll be okay though, it’s just a fracture, not a break. I felt it. Three to six weeks and you’ll be good as new, alright?” 

Dex could see his breath dancing by them and squeezed his eyes shut, keeping a kiss pressed to Sven’s forehead now. There was no warmth in or around them and his heart raced in his ears at the notion of having to do this for any longer. Could they do this for any longer?

Dex found Sven’s cold and clammy hand and held his fingers tightly. He wasn’t a religious man, but if he had ever in his life come close to sending out a prayer, it was against Sven’s palm at that moment. 

And then his ears caught the familiar sound of whirring in the distance. Still, Dex kept his body wrapped around Sven’s, protecting their eyes from the glaring spotlight and kicked up wind that came upon the island by the proximity of the helicopter. 

He was only willing to relax his vice-grip around Sven once he recognized the agents approaching them with an airlift stretcher and even then, chased away the one who attempted to check in on him: “No, no, I’m good. Help him, for fuck’s sake. I’m fine.” 

Dex still wasn’t relieved by any stretch, but he was able to let out a breath when he sat back in the chopper several minutes later, a towel around his neck in a half-hearted effort to keep the chill from his bones. His eyes were glued to Sven’s pale form, laying before him, now under a medical blanket, hooked up to oxygen and several vital organ monitors. He had no excuses for how he behaved that night, but he knew it was all because of that very man. 

He stood and reached his fingers into Sven’s lax ones, remembering the feelings that took hold of his entire being when they held hands down on the island. It wasn’t something he was able to shake, but he would worry about that when the time was right. 

“You’re okay,” Dex whispered for now, his gaze softer than it had ever been throughout their time together. “We’re okay.”

#I was rereading spy Dex's proposal to Sven the other day&the way I could visualize this night that he talks about being the moments he fell #in love with Sven like I HAD to write it up I had to encapsulate Dex's desperation and panic even if he remained the most professional he #could at the time. Writing this literally made me breathless cause the way it catches Dex off guard to feel this way at a time when he #thinks they're just friends with benefits. But then to reflect on this moment and think about how he would have been utterly devastated if #Sven didn't make it through that night. He shakes his head at himself like I definitely care about him there's no doubt fck. #I believe this is four months before Sven finds out about not being a Vogel?? FOUR MONTHS OF DEX SLOWLY COMING TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT #HE HAS FEELINGS FOR SVEN UNTIL IT ALL TUMBLES OUT THAT MORNING AFTER THE PANIC ATTACK #c: Dex (Spy AU) #o: Sven (Spy AU) #WOE IS ME NOT GETTING TO TAG SVEN D'ANGELO BC THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE THEY GET MARRIED LMFAO #Spy au #Svex (Spy AU) #my writing #drabbles #I TRULY FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART DIE FOR SPY SVEX LIKE THE WAY THEY CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND THREW US INTO THIS HELL WE NEVER COULD HAVE #BEEN READY FOR. ALL THIS TIME THEY WERE READY TO CLICK AND HE THE GREATEST THING TO HAPPEN TO US AND WE JUST NEVER KNEW I DIE

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to have and to hold | dex ➢ sven (canon)

Dex was careful. He had always been long limbs and strong bones but that afternoon, each muscle in his body inched gently into bed beside a resting Sven. He slipped an arm around the older man’s torso, tugging close to tangle their knees, calves and feet in a manner that felt more like home than any four walls ever could.

Dex only spoke as blue eyes stirred and then peered up at him. “I missed you.”

The words made Sven chuckle, albeit quietly, tiredly and with a soft rasp at his throat.

“Your eyes always quiet my worries.” Dex tipped his chin up so their noses touched. 

“And what are you worried about right now?” Sven asked, taking a somewhat labored breath. 

“You. You and all the things I’ve never said to you that perhaps we both know. But to give my voice to those words while I still can...”

Sven looked at his partner, amused once more at the younger man’s apparent dramatics. “Dex, I have the common cold, darling...”

“Just shut up and listen, will you?” Dex insisted with a roll of his eyes despite the grin crawling onto his lips. His serious demeanor cracked easily faced with the familiar teasing and he thought to himself that to be reddened in the cheeks at his age was a blessing.

When Sven leaned in to touch their foreheads as a form of surrender, Dex pressed a kiss to the older man’s faint smile. 

“I want you to know that I will always take care of you,” Dex told his partner softly, brushing back Sven’s hair. “Physically, emotionally, every way in between.”

Sven’s smile widened and seeing the happy creases beside his eyes brought upon Dex an amendment to the words on his mind.

“I used to think about how handsome you were, you know,” he breathed. 

“Back when we were younger and you had less lines here,” Dex touched the side of Sven’s mouth. “But more here,” he shifted his fingers between Sven’s brows. 

“Charlie and I used to joke that your face would get stuck like that,” he chuckled. 

“I used to think about what a shame it was that you had such a good smile and that we had to pry it out of you in those rare moments that we stopped being assholes for five minutes.” 

Dex kissed Sven’s open mouth, smothering away any quip on his tongue about how difficult they were back in the day. 

“I’ve been a servant to that smile for decades before I even knew how much I’d give for it,” Dex’s thumb brushed Sven’s lower lip as it had on so many occasions throughout their time together. He blinked and saw clearly behind his eyes the very first time he’d wanted to do so, with the fire of Sven’s old home crackling behind them as they stood closer than they ever had before. 

When Dex opened his eyes again, the image of a wine-warm Sven, disheveled but inexplicably connected to him was gone, however, the reminder of how he felt that evening remained.

“It isn’t even fair to say ‘how much’ I’d give because it isn’t quantifiable,” Dex shook his head, his chest hot as it had been after those heavy moments between them nearly half a decade ago.

“Maybe if I loved you when I was 20 or 30 or even 40, I could have told you exactly how much I’d give for you. But as it is, I fell for you with the wisdom and gravity of every single year we spent apart.”

Dex fell to a whisper as his brows furrowed, “I know I said I’d put my voice to the things I felt but I’m falling short here, Sven.” A tremble found his throat, “There are no words strong enough.”

A shaky chuckle penetrated the shine in Dex’s eyes, the thrum of his heart against chest. “I do have some promises I can keep though. I’ve almost made them to others before. Other very important people but it makes sense to me...feels right that you would be the first to actually hear them.”

Dex laid a hand on Sven’s cheek and it was a perfect fit. Each and every time they were a perfect fit to one another and it still left him in awe; how were they so painfully unaware all this time that it would be such a perfect fit? 

“Sven Vogel,” Dex said the name quietly, but with the familiarity of nine lifetimes at least. “You know that I will be true to you in good times and in bad, right? In sickness and in health? That I will always be here for you to have and to hold? For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer? Until the very atoms that hold this universe together come untethered piece by fiery piece. Nothing short of that will do us part.”

With each of their breaths mingling so, Dex could feel his pulse in harmony with Sven’s and he let the sound permeate every part of himself. He could lay that way for all of time without a doubt. 

But there was an inclination borne solely out of love that prompted him to whisper, “Tell me that you know you’re my whole heart?”

#I thought about doing this for one of the verses where Dex and Sven actually get married- and I might still cause the way his vows are #different in each one. But I could picture this so vividly it evolved into something I /had/ to write. #I literally wrote this drabble from the bottom up the meat of the dialogue first and then up to the beginning the context so thE WAY I #BECAME OVERWHELMED WITH EMOTION HALFWAY THROUGH??? ME UNABLE TO WORK MY WAY TOTALLY TO THE TOP CAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE ANY BUILD UP TO PREPARE #MYSELF JUST DOVE HEAD FIRST INTO THE FEELINGS. #Anyway the series continues lmao #I CANNOT /BELIEVE/ THIS IS THE FIRST CANON SVEX THING I'M POSTING GOD #IT IS I CHRISTENING THIS PAGE WITH CANON SVEX I SVREAM #c: Dexter D'Angelo #o: Sven Vogel #Svex #I had to clear all the spy au spam out of my svex tag bc that's for canon now :') #canon #my writing #drabble

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TMFU meme: “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” for spy AU Svex

“No, because I’m irreplaceable,” Dex teased in the signature tone of voice he often took with Sven, just before his expression softened for him to add, “But I’m glad you aren’t trying either.”

His lips were turned into half a smile learning that Sven wouldn’t be taking another partner now that Charlie was back from his witness protection mission and Dex was free to return to his side. 

Just a week ago he had pulled Sven out of freezing waters and resuscitated the man with his own two hands, sparking a warmth in him for the older man that he hadn’t been able to shake. He wouldn’t be able to put into words that it was this feeling which made him relieved to hear Sven’s insistence on working solo following the end of their partnership.

Belatedly, Dex wondered if they would even continue seeing each other in the manner they’d become accustomed to in the past few months now that they didn’t have an excuse to conveniently be in hotels together anymore.

“For the record...” he chuckled glancing downward for a moment, and if Sven didn’t know better he’d think there was a faint tone of scarlet in the younger man’s cheeks. “I’m glad to have Charlie back...but he’s no replacement for you either.”

#cadetgray #c: Dex (Spy AU) #o: Sven (Spy AU) #BECAUSE I DECIDED EVERYTHING /AFTER/ THE TAKE ME HOME DRABBLE WOULD BE TAGGED AS SVEN D'ANGELO AND THIS IS BEFORE. #I went back and forth for literally 20 minutes between two gifs I wanted to use solely for his /smile/ gosh that smile #But the way I die for early svex because it happened in real time for us and them LITERALLY END ME /WHEEZE/ #my writing #Svex (Spy AU) #ask #spy au

[thedangelos]

Spy AU, Svex: "I want to take your last name because i never had the last name of someone who loved me."

As with most attempts they make at serious conversations, one of them caves to dissolve it into closeness and madly in love touches instead.

This time it’s Dex. A smile grows abundantly on his lips hearing his fiancé’s words and he leans forward to bring their foreheads together, his palms finding Sven’s jaws. 

“Well, it’s your lucky day,” he speaks quietly, voice almost trembling from the sheer tenderness in it. “Because not only does Sven D’Angelo have the perfect ring to it, but the owner of that last name will love you enough for the entire world combined.”

“Clan of old school assholes be damned. I’m your family now, Sven. Always will be.”

#*SHOUTS FROM THE FUCKING ROOFTOPS* /SVEN D'ANGELOOOOOOOO/ #I LITERALLY CANNOT /BELIEVE/ THAT WE FOUND A VERSE WHERE SVEN TOO HIS FUCKING /NAME/ #THE VERY FIRST VERSE WE MARRIED THEM IN TOO I DIE #I WISH THERE WAS SOME WAY FOR CANON SVEN TO KNOW ABOUT SVEN D'ANGELO #WHAT WOULD HE EVEN /THINK #I WHEEZE #I WHEEZE ABOUT ALL OF THIS #not me wanting to change my spy sven's tag to sven d'angelo even though it doesn't fit my system XD #c: Dex (Spy AU) #o: Sven (Spy AU) #........ #o: Sven D'Angelo #-ELMO FIRE EMOJI- #Svex (Spy AU) #ask #my writing #cadetgray #spy au

[thedangelos]

perfect match | dex & sven (spy au [au])

inspired by [ x ] 

some mood music for the scarily efficient, united front, force of nature that is svex [ x ]

The peaceful life they have chosen in the mountains suits them. One day Sven is on the deck fixing one of its loose boards while Dex is washing their durable and discreet pick up truck when a faint humming catches Dex's attention and makes him stop. He freezes in place, listening for a moment until the hum begins to resemble a roar and in the winding roads in the distance he sees government grade vehicles speeding towards the home they've managed to keep a secret all this time.

"Hey," he calls out to Sven, but the man is hammering so he doesn't hear. "Sven," he tries again, "Schatzi." And this time when Sven looks up, Dex signs to him clearly and urgently black alert.

And right away Sven abandons the hammer by his feet and swiftly, silently moves to a seemingly harmless porch table on the other side of the deck. But he reaches under it to draw two hand guns, one he tucks against his hip for now. He loads the one in his hands as he slinks towards Dex, who is now using the car for cover to peer around and observe their pursuers. Sven switches and loads the other as he comes up beside his partner and hands it to Dex.

They have several contingency plans ready in case this ever happened. Now, it's just a matter of discussing and settling on which course of action to take in the next seconds. Whoever's coming for them won't stand a fucking chance.

Point in case, their property is rigged with a wide array of baited traps which will buy them time, no doubt. They have an arsenal of code names for the game plans they could carry out to defend themselves and they confer on them in under a minute:

"Snow leopard?" "We don't have enough time. Manhattan?" "As a last resort. We can't risk drawing that kind of attention to avert attention. Tungsten?” "Maybe. Iron gate?" "Yes. Perfect."

And just like that they're in agreement of which plan of action to take and Sven takes off towards the left side of the house, heading for the back. Dex peaks over the car to register one more time how far the danger is, focused entirely on the mission even if they left that life behind. There are no goodbye kisses between them, not even a longing glance exchanged because they would succeed in this and see each other again, no questions about it.

The course they choose to take is silent but deadly. They shelter up in different parts of the house, armed to the teeth, not to mention their house is their own terrain. They know it and rigged it to their own liking long ago. And while Dex and Sven are unparalleled marksmen, their biggest assets are their intelligence and strength. The intruders to their home don’t even have a clue as to what's coming to them as they walk through the quiet house, searching for the ex-spies in question before they're suddenly and with deadly force swept off their feet, to the ground. Gunshots are the last resort; they're loud, they give away position too quickly and no matter how confident, Sven and Dex are only two men.

It all really comes to a head in the large, open space living room, where fists, feet, weaponry and various home decor fly faster than most people could register. The moment Dex's handgun is knocked out of his hand by a carefully aimed steel tipped boot, Sven is giving his own a precise toss in Dex's direction, just in time for Dex to catch, fire and save his own life. They don't need words at this point in their carefully crafted partnership, Dex simply knows to duck when he sees Sven reaching for a man's wrist and shoulder in one pull, knowing that man is about to go soaring across the room.

When all is said and done they're standing in the living room, huffing, over a disaster and clean up won't be easy, not in the least because most of their belongings have been destroyed, but because there are some things- people they'll have to dispose of soon.

They allow themselves a few more moments to rest before Dex begins moving towards a body, telling Sven to grab the ankles. There are still no kisses. They have work to do and Dex knows the hard part is over; they'll have plenty of time to be together now.

Still, as they get to it, Sven isn't spared a groan of, "Don't think we're not going to talk about how you threw a 200 pound secret service goon into our coffee table. It took me months to make that, Sven."

"I'll find a way to make up for it."

"You'd better."

#I really wanted to put this in a post to keep forever cause the way it's one of my favorite things I've written??? I can vividly see each #moment of it I've reread it so many times because GOD fucking svex #how do I even tag this it's an au of an au spy au is the only au where my brain has spiraled into AUS OF AUS CHRIST #c: Dex (Spy AU) #o: Sven (Spy AU) #Svex (Spy AU) #imma just put this in those tags lmao I'll know its fine everything's fine #this is technically a #transcript #riGHT??? #svex transcript #drabble #my writing #o: Sven D'Angelo #spy au #NOT ME A YEAR LATER IN HERE TO TAG THIS CAUSE THIS VERSE HAS A NAME NOW LMFAO #verse: Mountain Husbands #LMFAO #c: Dex (Mountain Husbands) #o: Sven (Mountain Husbands)