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A Study in Silver - Narcos AU Victorian London

Summary: On the day of your arranged marriage, you run, run so hard, so fast, that you don’t realise that the world around you is full of danger and risk. But when two bounty hunters save you from a gruesome fate, you start to see the world in a brighter, much more dangerous light. Author’s Notes: This was an idea that formed in my head and I couldn’t *not* write it, this will likely be a slow burn slow release as and when series, but we’ll see.

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Your heart is hammering in your chest as you try not to fidget with the opal engagement ring on your finger, a habit you had fallen into of late. It was your late mother’s and with no siblings your father had given it to Joseph, your betrothed, months ago when this whole morbid affair had started.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You swear internally, the white noise of the blood rushes through your ears as you feel the panic building in your chest. You’re vaguely aware of the seamstresses’ voices as they talk at you, but you don’t really hear them, you’re too preoccupied with the wood grain on the large oak door ahead of you, and the sound of the organ roaring to life.

“Miss?” The younger of the two seamstresses waves a hand in front of you as the other brings the mirror around to show you your reflection.

“It’s beautiful.” You say softly as you admire the lacy folds of the wide skirt, your petticoats and hoops filling out the fabric into a wide dome around your ankles. The bodice was sewn with silk and pearls that glinted in the low October sun that filtered through the stained glass windows. You realise that time is running out and you were edging closer and closer to the precipice, the point of no return where you would lose yourself to the doom of a miserable marriage.

“Can you give me a minute?” You ask the girls and they oblige, You watch them leave and immediately lock the door behind them, the wrought iron mechanism loud as it echoes through the small room at the back of the church. You immediately work at the petticoats and hoops under your skirt as you plan your escape.

I could slip out through the walled garden that the priests use.

You muse to yourself as you let the fabric of the skirt drape around your legs, it would have to do, you were already on borrowed time. There was no way you would be able to get the dress off so you unlock the door, shoes discarded and you run. The slapping of your bare feet on the stone floors was thrilling as you ripped through the halls. You hear the shocked cries of the seamstresses as you reach the door to the walled garden and you smile to yourself in triumph. The biting October air hits you like a physical blow as you wish you had found a coat but you press on.

You reach the small flowerbed at the far end of the garden and hitch your skirt up around your thighs as you clamber up and over the wall, you hear your name called as you reach the top but don’t look back as you throw yourself down the grassy embankment that led to the cemetery. You sprint as fast as your lungs allow, your corset had been laced too tightly at your father’s request which made the task more difficult.

Bastard.

You swear to yourself as you feel the temperature drop as you cross the boundary into the cemetery, you falter as the bitter chill saps at your strength. The light fades faster than is natural and you come to a complete halt at the centre of the graveyard. Your breath comes in large, frosty clouds of condensation and you feel your toes go numb against the long grass beneath your feet. You turn around to head back the way you came, as a primal fear grips at your heart, but the church was nowhere to be seen, a heavy fog had descended over the cemetery and you realise you could no longer see the gate.

“You lost there miss?” A disembodied voice floats through the fog and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up, followed closely by the hairs on your neck. The voice didn’t sound human, it sounded like a wild animal had learned to speak.

A predator.

You think morbidly as you try to make out where the voice was coming from but the fog is pressing in around you like a smog, you want to scream, to run, to hide. But you’re rooted to the spot as the cold sinks into your very bones.

“Such a pretty little bride, shame you’re no virgin, no matter, you’ll taste delicious either way.” The voice lilts from behind you and you feel the presence of a large figure behind you. The creature is too large to be human and the stench of sulphur, blood, and decay fills your nostrils as hot, oppressive breath settles over you. You whimper softly as you feel the fear eating you alive. A large clawed hand wraps around your neck from behind and it burns your flesh with a fierce intensity as long talons sink into the skin of your collarbone. You cry out at the searing pain which only makes the creature laugh, a throaty, animalistic noise as it drinks in your fear.

“Hey, asshole,” Another voice rings through the haze as tears stream down your face, the cold rivulets freezing at the frigid air, “Drop the girl.” The male, very human voice commands the creature but if anything its grip tightens, your blood flows down your chest and onto the white fabric of your bodice as the smell of burning flesh, your flesh, makes you want to puke.

“Javier what a nice surprise,” The creature growls and you shut your eyes as you try and wake up from this insipid nightmare you had fallen into, “This one’s mine, you’ll have to find your own snack.”

“I won’t say it again, last chance Ezekiel, drop her.” Javier’s voice rings out, closer this time and you plead with whatever gods would listen as you felt your consciousness slipping away, the pain too much for you to bear. Then a single, deafening gunshot rips through the cloying fog, burning hot liquid washes over you. Your eyes spring open and you see the blue-purple of the creature’s blood coating your arms.

The clawed hand falls away and you cry out at the relief from the burning pain and sharp claws in your skin. You fall to your knees and writhe as the blood stings your skin. You look up and the fog is gone, the cemetery dark now, but only as dusk had settled on the world.

“Steve!” The man, Javier, cried out to someone behind you but you’re barely able to keep up with the conversation, “She’s been marked and he bled all over her, we need to get her to Connie now.”

“On it, go get the horses.” Steve, the other man calls out as you feel him kneel next to you gently touching your knee as he uses a handkerchief to blot at some of the viscous liquid coating your skin.

“Hey there sweetheart,” His accent is American, both of them were you realise, but their accents were distinctly different, “You’re going to be ok, but that was a nasty ol’ experience to have gone through, Javi and I will look after you ok?” His voice is soothing as you nod meekly. You hear the distant whinny of horses but you don’t have the strength to hold on any longer, you fall against the American and black out unceremoniously.

***

You wake abruptly as you feel the splash of hot water on your neck. The sensation burns like acid as you cry out. You’re pinned to a table by two men you don’t recognise, one is tall and strikingly blonde with a trim moustache, the other you can’t see as your cheek is pressed against the wooden table below you. But the cold touch of the other man sends panic to your core as you thrash against their combined grip.

“Damn it, hold her down!” A female voice barks out behind you as you feel the hot splash of acid on your back and neck. It feels like your flesh is peeling away, like your whole body is shedding its skin.

“What in Hell’s name is going on?” You manage to hiss through the pain as the men pin you to the table harder this time. You feel an animalistic fury coursing through you as you try to break free but their grip was too strong.

“Hey there darlin my name’s Connie, I’m a healer, I’m making sure you don’t turn.” The woman explains but it means nothing to you.

“Turn?” You blurt out as you feel the pain subside a little.

“What the fuck happened out there?” Connie snaps at the men holding you down and you smile despite yourself as they flinch at her words.

“We were hunting Zeke and well, little runaway bride here decided to stumble straight into him.” The man who must be Javier was speaking now and you feel his cold hand grip you tightly. His accent was more affected than Steve’s it was a deeper, richer sound.

“What rotten luck, she Wyna?” Connie asks as you feel the soft press of a warm, wet towel on your shoulders. The rage began to settle in your chest as a dull ache formed in the pit of your stomach.

“She was,” Steve said with bitterness in his voice, “But I don’t think she’s going back to that world honey.”

“No, I think you’re right,” Connie sighs and you feel the frustration building in you as they talked as if you weren’t there, “Alright let her up boys, she’s as whole as she can be.”

The pressure on your arms releases immediately and you roll off the table with a groan. You had planned to spring up, grab a weapon and start demanding answers, but the lurch of your stomach betrays you as you vomit all over the front of your already blood and ichor stained dress.

“Shit.” You breathe as the taste of bile coats your tongue. A cup of hot peppermint tea appears in your vision and you take the saucer between your shaky hands. You blow on it slowly before taking a sip, realising it’s not too hot you gulp it down greedily.

“So, what’s your name hon?” Connie’s voice was soft, almost soothing as she took the cup from your hands. It takes you a second before you respond, giving your name as you look around the room. You were in a flat in London, the view to Big Ben unobscured by fog as you look out the window. The room was lined with bookcases and shelves which were stocked with jars of herbs, disembodied animal parts, along with rows of medical journals and other old folk healing tomes.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Connie, this is Steve, my husband, and that over there is Javier, you’re safe with us hon.” She says with a smile as you finally look at her. She’s beautiful and her steely blue eyes crinkled at the corners as she spoke. You turned to see Steve, you recognised him from the graveyard, then your gaze falls to Javier and your heart is in your throat.

He’s gorgeous.

You think to yourself as you take in the stoic, angry man who was leaning against the far wall, his luminous ochre eyes burning holes in you as he watches you like a wild animal. His moustache is neatly trimmed, framing his plush top lip below his strong, dignified nose. He’s wearing a navy three piece suit with a white shirt, brocade waistcoat and a gold pocket watch chain tucked into it. His shoes were polished to a blinding shine and you felt your heart flutter as he looked you up and down with a flick of his predatory eyes.

“I’m out of here.” Javier says with a growl as he stalks out of the room, the door slamming loudly behind him.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just a pain in the ass when he’s hungry.” Steve says with a grimace. You feel like you should understand what he meant, but there was so much unsaid, so much you didn’t understand about what was happening.

“Speaking of, I’ll get something sorted, Steve take her through to the spare room will you?” Connie’s tone is completely different in the absence of Javier, it’s soft, doting as she speaks to the husband she clearly loves very much. You fidget with the engagement ring on your finger and wince at the thought.

“Sure thing, come on let’s go.” Steve ushers you out into the hallway and down to the door at the end of the small passage.

“Connie’s sorted out some clothes for you, do you need me to get her to help?” He asks awkwardly, but you shake your head.

“No it’s fine, I’m probably just going to cut myself out of this,” You gesture down at the blood stained lace and sigh, “I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning.” You add and Steve frowns but doesn’t comment as you slip into the bedroom. In the confines of the small room you let out a shaky breath as you try to wrap your head around the surreal turn of events.

You slowly undress, Connie must have loosened your bodice at some point as you were able to slip out of it quickly. The skirt fell in a heap beneath you and you stand there, naked for a few moments before looking around the room.

There was a single bed against the wall to your right, a small writing desk under the shuttered window in front of you and a small closet to your left. There’s a pair of men’s riding britches on the bed with a loose white shirt draped over the top. You pull the cotton shirt on and fasten the buttons before squeezing into the tight britches. Your bare feet flex and curl through the thick rug beneath you. You notice the mirror to the right of the closet and something gnaws at the back of your mind as you remember the pain, the burning pressure on your neck and shoulders.

You sit yourself down on the bed with your eyes shut, already regretting it but you had to know. You open your eyes and you feel the blood in your veins run cold as the still open, but poulticed, wounds sit on your skin. One sat heavily on your left collarbone, four identical ones span from the far side of your right collarbone in a crescent up to the hollow of your neck. The pink smudge that lined them, showing the possessive grip of the creature was now branded onto your skin. You could see the shape of its large hand as he held you, you could still feel the burn on your skin.

“Hey there darlin,” Connie’s soft voice filters through the door as she knocks softly, “You alright in there?”

“No.” You say softly and you hear the door handle turn but you don’t react, still fixated on the very raw reminder of how close to death and mutilation you really were. Connie enters and eyes you with a sad smile as she sits next to you, her hand resting on your knee.

“I know it looks bad hon, but you’re alive, and frankly, you survived something even men like Steve and Javi have never had to live through. You’re strong hon, stronger than me, stronger than them.” She says as she squeezes you knee.

“But I look so, so,” You weep as you see how ruined you look, “sullied.”

“Darlin, you look like someone who went through Hell and came out with a singed eyebrow. I know you’re new to this stuff, but Zeke is one of the baddest, meanest Hellbeasts I’ve ever heard of. The fact you survived his touch, even if by a hairs breadth, speaks to your strength.” You smile at her encouragement, even if you still don’t really understand what was going on.

“Thank you Connie, I just don’t know how I went from running out on my own wedding to this.” You ghost your fingers along the red-pink flesh of your neck.

“Life takes us strange places at the flap of a butterfly’s wing hon, I’m just glad Javi and Steve were there.” She says as she stands, offering you her hand and you take it gladly, ready to stop lingering on the discoloured skin. You button the shirt up to the neck and try to forget about the urge to scrape your nails across the marred skin.

“So, healer, is that a fancy word for witch?” You ask nervously as you follow Connie into the dining room. The laugh she expels is like the hollow chime of a glass bell.

“That’s perceptive hon, and yes, I’m a witch, but I tend to use healer these days, less heat.” She says with a broad smile as you feel it mirrored across your own chapped, dry lips.

“So, what’s an Wyna, and why aren’t I one now?” You ask as you sit down at the modest dining table, the room a mirror of the one you had been in as Connie tended to you. But instead of books on botany and medical science, there were fiction novels, history books, and knickknacks strewn across the room.

“Asking the hard questions straight away.” Steve’s voice comes from what you assume is the kitchen to the far side of the room and you shrug at Connie not really knowing what to say.

“Well, Wyna are people who can’t see or comprehend the supernatural world,” Connie says as she sits opposite you at the table, her cool eyes trained on yours, “And Blaidd are those that can, the words come from the Welsh language, Wyna means lamb, and Blaidd is wolf, it’s not a perfect translation but it is what it is.”

“So why would I be a Blaidd now?” You ask, already half-way there but you needed some clarity.

“So when Steve blew Zeke’s head off with his claws still buried in your skin, a process called imprinting was set off, it’s a defence mechanism for daemons that forces their essence into the nearest being, you.” You nod slowly, fiddling with your ring as you listen to Connie intently.

“Then slowly the host gets brutally taken over, their mind melts away into madness until the daemon is in full control,” Steve says as he starts to set down the tray of food in front of you. The selection of meats, cheeses and fresh bread makes you salivate immediately. Connie nods approvingly as you look to her for permission. You fill your plate and begin to eat without care, without etiquette as you fill the desperate hunger in your belly. Steve sits with Connie as he plates up for himself as he watches you like a hawk.

“And you basically exist in the back of the daemon’s mind as they live seemingly forever, eating, fucking and murdering everything they please.” Connie says with a grimace, but you’re too hungry to care as you listen intently, shovelling food into your mouth like you hadn’t eaten for days. The salty meats and sharp cheeses melted on your tongue.

“So what happened, what was different for me?” You ask, curiosity piqued now you had food in you. Connie pours you a glass of wine as the front door snaps open and Javier saunters back in, plopping himself down to your left without giving you so much of a glance. He’s rough, and unkempt, like he had been in a fight, but there wasn’t so much of a scratch on him. He didn’t touch the food and Connie didn’t pour him a glass, he just sat back, his face sullen as he ignores you.

“I wish I could tell you hon, but my intervention drove out the worst of the infestation, but your body rejected it pretty damn well on its own.” Connie shrugs as she takes a sip of wine.

“So am I some kind of freak now?” You ask as you try not to rub the back of your neck, it itches and burns under the skin like a rash.

“Not exactly, you’re just more aware now, you can see the world as it truly is, you’re going to start seeing things you never could before.” Steve says as you flick your gaze between the three of them. Yet again there is something unsaid, concealed as you try to understand the whirlwind of information coming your way.

“Right, so you’re all Blaidd?” You ask as you sweep your gaze from person to person, lingering on Javier last, something about his demeanour was different, more relaxed.

“Well, I’m witch, Steve’s from a family of Blaidd Hunters and Javi’s well…” Connie trails off not wanting to finish the sentence.

“I’m a vampire, sweetheart, so keep your distance.” Javier growls at you and you nod firmly, the tone he takes with you is scolding, dismissive, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered.

“He’ll warm up to you hon, don’t worry, he hated me at first.” Steve laughs as Javier shoots him a death glare.

“I still hate you Murphy, but you’re useful.” Javier scoffs as he meets your gaze. His eyes are no longer the bright, burning ochre of before but a muted, soft chocolate brown. You mull that over slowly as you keep eye contact, not wanting to appear cowed by the vampire at the table.

“So all the fairy tales, night time horrors, they’re real?” You ask, your gaze keeps flicking back to Javier as you try to remain focused but the sharp line of his jaw, his strong angular nose, his full lips, were intoxicating.

“More or less, yes.” Steve says with a shrug as he stares you down.

“So what happens now?” You ask as you finish off your plate and drain your glass. Connie looks at Steve with a smile and he returns it in kind. Some unspoken communication passed between them and you smile at the sweet softness between them. You wanted that, someday.

“You fuck off and go marry that little brat like you were supposed to, go have some babies and all that Wyna nonsense.” Javier says flatly as he gives you a menacing look.

“Javier!” Connie scolds him but he simply shrugs.

“It’s what you humans do isn’t it?” He scoffs and you see the fire in Connie’s eyes as he speaks.

“Surely you were human once?” You ask, cutting through the tension with what was most certainly a sore topic.

“None of your business.” Javier spits at you and you feel anger blooming in your chest. There’s a burning sensation at the back of your scalp and you press our fingertips to the area, only to find it cool, but the burning in your mind doesn’t ease.

“Javier Peña, you either apologise or I will stake you to my dinner table.” Connie snaps as she stands her tone was lethal and even Javier shrinks bad a little. There’s a menacing aura rolling off Connie, it smelled like tin, copper, a metallic wave of power that made your tongue tingle.

“Jesus, sorry Connie, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” He waves a hand at you and you roll your eyes pointedly you had met so many men like him, arrogant, dangerously handsome, and he knew it.

“I need to head to bed, I’ll be out in the morning, thank you both for everything,” You address your hosts with a bright smile, “I hope you burn in the sun Javier.” You quip, no idea if it was an accurate insult but you felt good as Steve breaks out into a deep, gravelly laugh.

“That’s a myth!” Javier calls after you as you walk down the corridor to the small room at the end. You strip bare and slip under the soft sheets but you quickly throw them off, you feel like you are running a fever with how hot you were but there was no delirium, no sweating, you were just warm. There’s a nagging sensation in the back of your mind as you drift off. The ghost of Ezekiel’s gruff voice lingering at the edges of your consciousness as you slip into a restless slumber.

***

You’re roused awake as dawn breaks through the shutters and you take a moment to remember where you are as you hear the hustle and bustle of London through the window. You dress quickly into the clothes Connie had left you and fumble through the flat until you find the front door. You slip out onto the landing and down the single flight of stairs until you’re out on the street. Your bare feet relishing the cool of the stone steps.

The atmosphere of London assaults you as you step onto the cobbled streets. Every noise, smell, taste is amplified beyond what you had ever known. Your family had ventured into London often but this was a brutal assault on your senses as you tried to blink through the noise.

You prised your eyes open to look around and you gasp as the London Underworld opens up around you. Centaurs, Fawns, winged fae folk and elves inhabit the streets. Bright lights shine above you, like floating iridescent chandeliers hanging in the air without a visible anchor, as you watch the world turn to an addled fantasy before your eyes.

You step further from the building and an immediate tone shift happens before your eyes. Every non-human turns to look at you some hiss and scatter at your presence, some of the more robust creatures look at you with scorn, you shrink back, unsure of what had set everyone off. Those you guessed were Wyna ignored you as you would expect, only one woman chose to scoff at your clothing and bare feet before muttering under her breath.

“Back in the flat, now.” Javier’s sharp tone cuts through you as you look up to see the vampire staring down at you with derision. He was suddenly at your side, you jump at the unexpected presence and feel your heart rate soar.

“But I need to leave-“ You try to protest but he’s already taken you by the elbow and is directing you up the stairs. You can feel the cold, icy touch of his flesh through the shirt and you shudder. It’s blissful, sending cooling shivers across your skin but you try to remain focused. Javi was mad and you didn’t get why.

“You’re radiating malevolent energy,” Javier growls as he drags you back up to the Murphy’s flat, “The people out there are frightened.” He scolds you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“What the fuck is going on, yesterday you could barely look at me now you’re swooping in like a gallant knight of old?” You snap, wrenching your arm from his grip as you reach the door.

“Look little girl,” You bristle at the term but glare steadily up into the vampire’s eyes, “You’re a fucking abomination and you scare the rest of us. You’re one of the very few Wyna to have ever survived a daemon’s imprint. You’re volatile, we can’t trust you.”

“Fuck you Javier, I didn’t ask for this.” You hiss as you make for the stairs once more.

“No, none of us did.” He says solemnly and you pause at the bottom of the stairs.

“So what, I’m some freak amongst freaks that will have to live in the shadows, hidden away like a cursed object, never to see the light of day again?” You bark without turning, the rage in your chest is building, you wish you had just gone through with the wedding, surely an unhappy marriage would be better than this. There’s a feral joy to your rage you had never felt before, it was like a hot poker. You wanted to touch it, tap into it, fuel it, but you were scared of the burn.

“I- I don’t know.” Javier finishes weakly as he keeps his distance. You turn to face him and the look on his face makes your chest flutter, it’s vulnerable, weak. You like it.

“So what will it be? Keep me confined to my quarters like a leper or release my chaos onto the world? What would you have me do?” You beg him. The frustration of the last two days boiling over as you finally start to realise just how fucked up everything is. The hot poker is closer in your mind, you just had to reach out a little further and take it.

“Come with me.” Javier says softly, his voice barely more than a whisper as he looks down at his shoes.

“Where?” You snap back, so utterly overwhelmed.

“Do you trust me?” He asks earnestly but you scoff.

“No, not at all.” You hiss and his full lips spread into a genuine smile.

“Good, keep hold of that distrust, trust no-one, except the Murphy’s they’re a rare breed.” Javier says with a warm note to his tone that makes you smile.

He’s attached to them.

You think as you step away from the top of the stairs and turn to face Javier, your eyes roving over the dishevelled look from the night before. You were never usually so quickly infatuated but the darkness, the danger, the hunger in your soul was drawn to the vampire in front of you.

“So what now? What’s your plan?” You ask as you slowly drag your eyes over him again, you want to feel the cold press of his flesh on yours once more, you were running hot still and the cold, stony press of his flesh on yours was a delightful thing to imagine.

“I don’t know, but you’re a time bomb, and I can’t have you staying with the Murphy’s.” He grumbles and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not going to hurt the Murphy’s Javier, I’d never even dream of it.” You retort as you square up against him. You smell the soft fragrance of lavender, lamp oil and blood on his shirt as you breathe him in.

“I want to believe you,” Javier breathes as he looks down at you with a desperate hunger in his eyes, “But you’re Marked, there’s every chance Ezekiel is lingering back there, waiting to break through and consume you.”

“I give you permission to end me if I go feral.” You breathe as you try to ignore the urge to reach up and touch his face. The promise of cool skin against the burn of yours was tantalising.

“You’re an enigma,” He grumbles as he runs his one hand through his thick locks the other resting on his hip, “Your family really think you were pliable enough to marry someone you couldn’t stand?” He asks and your eyes go wide as you realise he knew much more about you than you did of him.

“My dad’s a traditionalist, he assumed if I was pushed into a marriage I would say yes. It’s a woman’s duty after all to get married and procreate.” You scoff and Javier chuckles softy.

“But you don’t agree?” Javier asks.

“Children, marriage, it’s all a man’s fantasy. I just want to read, to learn, to experience the world unburdened, at least in the short time I’ll have to do it all.” You shrug and Javier’s mouth twitches up in amusement.

“You realise that you’re no longer strictly mortal, right?” He asks with a smirk as he studies your face.

“What do you mean?” You ask, incredulous as you look up into his caramel brown eyes. It was his turn to make you squirm. He traces his index finger along your jaw, the cold trail he left on your skin was soothing yet made you tremble as it sent sparks along your skin.

“The fire under your skin, the ache in your chest, the rage that’s burning inside you, that’s Hellfire, it’s part of you now.” He says slowly as he presses his palm against your forehead. The icy skin soothing as you lean into him. You let out a heady breath as your chest beats furiously against your rib cage. The touch was innocuous, mundane, but it was oddly intimate as you chased his cool flesh with your body.

“I can hear it in your elevated heartbeat, feel it on my skin, taste it in on my tongue when you get too close,” He says as he lets his hand fall to your throat. His grip is like a vice, your back hits the corridor wall and you snarl at the impact, “I should end you now, snap that delicate little neck, and rid this world of your tainted soul.” He purrs into your ear as he runs his thumb across your throat. Your eyes close tightly as you try to squirm under him but he’s strong. There’s something embarrassingly hot about the way he held you like this, but then his grip tightens and arousal is replaced with white hot fear. Your stomach sinks as you struggle feebly against him.

“Javier.” You choke out as you feel your windpipe crushing beneath his cool hand. The poker burns brightly behind your eyelids as you fight against Javier’s grip.

“You can kill me, go on, let the Hellfire take control, rip me apart.” Javier squeezes tighter as he taunts you. You feel the scrape of sharp fangs on your shoulder, two pin sharp pricks against your flesh as you feel his tongue dart across the blood that had begun to weep from the punctured skin.

“No,” You wheeze, barely audible as you cast away the red hot iron from your mind, instead you bring your hand up to Javier’s wrist and squeeze it gently. His grip falters a little and you suck in as much air as his still iron-clad grip will allow, “If I’m that dangerous then do it Javi, rid the world of me.” You whisper, some part of you was calling out his bluff hoping beyond measure that you would survive this fraught encounter. But there was another, quieter part of your mind thinks it would be the easy way out, to stop this nightmare before it continued any further.

“Interesting,” Javier breathes as he abruptly releases you, “That should have sent you into a frenzy, but you resisted, very interesting indeed.” He muses seemingly to himself as he steps back, running his tongue along the blood smattered on his bottom lip as he runs his hand over his moustache in thought. Your hands move up to your neck to assess the damage his hand had left but to your surprise the skin was firm, unharmed.

“I shouldn’t be able to speak, let alone breathe.” You hiss as you take in steady, easy breaths. Your windpipe doesn’t feel damaged, or even remotely strained.

“Being infested with a fraction of a daemon soul comes with some benefits, you’re a lot harder to kill than most Blaidd, let alone Wyna, stronger too. But I will make it my personal mission to destroy you if you so much as harm a hair on the Murphy’s heads.”

“Deal,” You say, holding out your hand to shake, Javier eyes it cautiously for a moment before taking it in his firm grip, “Oh and you pull shit like this again without cause, I’ll be sure to make you pay for it.” You say silkily as you tighten your grip on his. He smirks down at you and leans down to your ear, just above where he had tasted you. You shudder pleasantly as his cool lips brush your lobe.

“That’s only fair, but any time you fancy my fangs in your neck again, let me know, you taste divine.” He sneers, the arousal you had been trying to ignore came bubbling up to the surface as you realise how turned on you were.

“You’ll have to work harder than sweet words and sultry tones to get that close to me again.” You snap and he grins down at you.

“Of course, I’ll be good.” He drawls. You roll your eyes and head back to the Murphy’s apartment. The gnaw of arousal throbbing against the tight britches. You scurry back into your room to flop down on the unmade bed and smile, things were awful, but there seemed like there was hope, and you needed it.

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"Nice to finally meet my twin's husband, now, if we could talk in private-" - Magnus Dahl

Biographical information

Full Name: Magnus Dahl

Alias(es):

Stormshock (codename)

Maggie (nickname)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Status: Alive

Age: 27 (Season 2)

Birth: August 13, 1987

Race: Mythonite

Nationality: Asgardian

Origin: New Asgard

Residence:

Earth

New Asgard (formerly)

Profession(s): GIA Agent

Past profession(s): Crown Prince of New Asgard

Family:

Adalet (Anders) Sadik-Halvorsen (younger twin, not biologically related)

Tómus Dahl (younger brother)

Runa Dahl (mother)

Eir Dahl (mother)

Henrik Dahl (grandfather) (incarcerated)

Sylvi Dahl (grandmother) (deceased)

Partner(s): Aurora Toivonen (fiancée)

Affiliation(s):

New Asgard Royal Council

GIA

Profile

Height: 5'10" Age: 27 (season 2) Weight: 190lbs Eyes: blue Blood: O-

Magnus is the older twin brother (though not by blood relations) of Adalet Sadik-Halvorsen. The two have shared everything from a birthday to a crib, clothes, and parents! He has a muscular build with fair skin speckled with freckles and bright red hair like his mother Eir had when she was younger. He has Runa's blue eyes and a short darker red beard that almost covers a scar on his right cheek. He has a small, silver hoop earring in his left ear and often has small braids in his hair to hold it back.

Magnus normally wears a pair of dark jeans, a dark yellow tank with a lighter yellow drape-style shirt over top, a light brown coat and combat boots. He can also almost always be seen wearing a silver necklace with three gems set into the band. It was a gift from Tómus and Adalet for his 20th birthday and features a gem representing each sibling: red for Adalet, yellow for Magnus, and green for Tómus. Magnus also has a gold tattoo of Mjölnir on his inner right forearm.

Powers and Abilities

Asgardian abilities:

Super-strength

Enhanced durability

Enhanced speed

Superhuman Stamina

Regenerative healing factor

Flight

All-Speak

Star generation

Asgardians can create small orbs of light which they call "stars" that they send up into the sky at night

Magic

Powers gained from wielding Mjölnir:

Weather manipulation

Electricity generation

Enhancement of physical abilities/powers

*Note! Magnus needs to "recharge" these abilities if he has not been in contact with Mjölnir recently. Holding the hammer for a few seconds is all he needs and he can go up to a week without welding Mjölnir.

History

Magnus is the firstborn son of Runa and Eir Dahl, Queens of New Asgard. He was raised in the royal palace but spent a lot of his time outside of it with his twin Adalet exploring the wonders of the kingdom. He attended one of the public schools in the capital city alongside children his age and never cared about the crown or power he was destined to inherit. In fact, he chose to give up his title of Crown Prince and gave it to his younger brother Tómus.

Magnus and Adalet have been inseparable since they met when they were just days old. Oftentimes the only way the two would sleep through the night was if they slept in the same crib. When they got older and learned about what it meant to have a twin, they decided they must be twins since they were born just minutes apart, no one had the heart to correct them.

During Ragnarok, when New Asgard was being attacked by the army of fire demons who had risen again to try and fully destroy the planet, Magnus and his siblings decided to try and wield weapons of the gods. Magnus wielded Mjölnir, the hammer of Thor, and gained the ability to control the weather. He used his new powers to create heavy rainfall across the planet helping to extinguish the fires created by the fire demons.

He joined the New Asgard branch of the GIA in his early twenties around the same time as his sister. If Earth should be approved for integration into universal society, he plans to move to Earth to be closer to his twin and be one of the first participants in the galactic immigration program.

Events of Criminal Case

Season 2

Magnus appeared for his twin's wedding while Adalet was still living in Pacific Bay. He tried to intimidate Fili, as he considers it his duty as Adalete's brother but was quickly reminded that she doesn't need him to fight her battles. It also didn't help that Adalet had already told Fili plenty of embarrassing stories about Magnus from their childhood so he wasn't really scared of the younger man.

Season 3

Magnus made a brief cameo in Stonehearted at Ahmet's birthday party, where it was announced that he and Aurora were engaged.

He later appeared again during the Intergalactic Summit. He had accompanied Heimdall to the Summit as a GIA guard to the New Asgard Ambassador and later became a suspect in the murder of Earth's Ambassador. At first, Magnus doesn't say anything about Zimmerman; he simply says he has been at one of the crime scenes because he needs stuff for New Asgard's ship. But later, after dealing with a drunk Anders, it was revealed that Zimmerman had confiscated Magnus's chewing necklace because the Ambassador claimed it was "unprofessional" and "something for a toddler."

But Magnus uses the necklaces to cope with his stress. He tried getting it back, but Zimmerman refused, stating that he would be reporting Magnus for insubordination. Fearing termination, Magnus walked away and tried not to chew his nails as his stress hit a near-breaking point. Thankfully, Zimmerman's killer was caught, and Maguns was proven innocent.

Following Earth's proposal for universal integration being approved, Magnus joined in the festivities with his family and the Bureau. He was so happy for his twin winning Summit and Earth finally getting to become one with the universe. He looks forward to living on Earth with Aurora and starting a life there as they help with Earth's integration. He's also happy to be living on the same planet as his twin again, and while he'll miss New Asgard, he knows he'll always be welcomed back home when he visits.

Organization(s)

G.I.A. - New Asgard Branch

Rank: Agent

Story Information

First appeared: Tying the Knot

Trivia

Magnus was the first person Adalet came out as genderfluid to. The redhead grinned and told her that no matter what gender she was, they would always be twins

Is a big mommy's boy. As a kid, he would often trail behind his mothers, especially Eir since Runa had a lot of duties as Crown Princess, like a little duckling and always jumped at the chance to help them

When his brother was born, he would carry the younger around showing him anything and everything even if the baby couldn't understand or care less about the tour

His weapon's specialty is in battle axes including axe throwing

Since he can control the weather, he can generate miniature forms of weather around himself, like small rain clouds or rainbows. Under feelings of extreme emotion, he might accidentally create a small weather formation to reflect what he's feeling. Rain cloud for sadness, sun/rainbow for joy, thunder/lighting for anger, etc.

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Gallery

This is the tattoo Magnus has on his right inner forearm.

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5.

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad

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