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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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mick schumacher masterlist

a collection of all the one-shots and mini series i've written for mick. they're (mostly) in release order (i tried.) this includes fics i've written for my christmas, valentine's day and summer events (they're marked with these colors).

• = my personal favorites ○ = fan favorites (500+ notes)

mr. ocean eyes ○ oh damn, never seen that color blue.

you give me butterflies a scary accident forces you to confess your feelings.

enough ○ he's had enough of his teammate. (or, in which he looks hot when he's angry)

mine (driver!reader) ○ you found the perfect nickname for him.

sparkling ○ your sister's marrying your ex, so, you kiss his best friend.

best friend's brother you've never met gina's brother.

best friend (part two↑) ○ as time goes by, he's slowly taking over gina's spot as your best friend.

champion (driver!reader) ○ every champion deserves their prize. *(smut)*

tabasco sauce (baker!reader) you finally find the missing ingredient for your new recipe.

a-maze-ing latte foam art, tiny pumpkins, fuzzy comfy socks. (or, in which you love autumn)

home ○ pancakes for dinner. (or, in which he asks you to move in.)

promise you don't like presents, but his promise might help you change your mind about them.

tomorrow (part two↑) it's your two-year anniversary with angie mick, and you're sick. today (part three↑) it's been a year, and it's time for mick to ask the most important question.

mini chef ○• his daughter wants to be a chef. (or, in which he's allergic to chocolate)

sugar, butter, flour (part two↑) ○ my whole life is in here, in this kitchen baking, what a mess i'm making.

yellow ○• look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do.

third try the third time's the charm.

oh, baby ○• it's time for your husband's family to meet your newborn baby.

furry baby (youtuber!reader) how the hell are you supposed to wrap a puppy?

romeo & juliet (vettel!reader) ○• you and your father bond over shakespeare's play. (or, in which your father wins a bet) *(one tiny smut scene)*

see you later • this isn't goodbye, this is simply 'see you later'. you could call me 'babe' for the weekend, 'this the damn season.

be mine two words, six letters. that's all it takes.

fairytale (part two↑) he's perfect, but he didn't check the weather.

tulips ○• you really didn’t want his family to find out about your relationship like this.

prada (stylist!reader) ○ being mick's stylist is easy. until he’s modeling for prada and you’re asked to take part. *(not smut but kinda steamy, i think)*

untouchable untouchable, burning brighter than the sun, and when you're close i feel like coming undone.

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slashyroguefics · 3 months

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PATREON EXCLUSIVES

MULTI-CHAPTER PATREON EXCLUSIVES - COMPLETE

- The Baby Bargain (26/26) - COMPLETE

- A Husband for Christmas (52/52) - COMPLETE

-Spacedogs AU: Starry Eyed (20/20)- COMPLETE

- Donor (12/12) - COMPLETE

- Hannigram AU: His Father's Eyes (47/47)- COMPLETE

- Worth the Trouble (21/21)- Book 1 COMPLETE

-Hannigram S4 AU: Sick (3/3) - COMPLETE

ONE SHOT PATREON EXCLUSIVES - COMPLETE

-Hannigram S4: Better and Better (New Year’s One Shot)

-Spacedogs: Kiss (A New Year’s Story)

-Hannigram AU: Monster (Crackfic Mpreg Will) ONESHOT

-Hannigram AU: A Pack of Three - ONESHOT

-Hannigram S4: Love -ONESHOT

-Hannigram S4: Candy Cane - ONESHOT

-Hannigram AU: When You Wish Upon A Star (Crackfic Mpreg Hannibal) ONESHOT

-Hannigram S4: After All This Time - ONESHOT

-Hannigram Aperitif 10 YEAR Anniversary ONESHOT - Taste

-Hannigram Ficlet - Morning

-Hannigram : A Bottom Hannibal Story - Bossy - ONESHOT

-Hannigram: Lost - A Late Night Hannigram Pillowtalk - ONESHOT

-Hannigram S4: Daddy - ONESHOT

-Hannigram S4 Christmas Short: Gifts- ONESHOT

-Hannigram Six Year Anniversary First Fic Remix - TIME - ONESHOT

-Hannigram - Ears - PWP ONESHOT

-Spacedogs A/B/O: Just Fine - One Shot

-One Shot - Hannigram Valentine's Day AU: Fleur

-Spacedogs Untitled Heat Story - ONESHOT

-WLB Anniversary Short - The First Time - ONESHOT

-Spacedogs A/B/O: Laundry Day

-Hannigram S4 ficlet: Miss

-Hannigram beyond S4 - Happy New Year

-Spacedogs: Mistletoe

-Random Vampire Spacedogs - Special Delivery

-Spontaneous Spacedogs: Scream for Me - ONESHOT

-Spontaneous Spacedogs: Date Night

PATREON EXCLUSIVES - WIP

- The Alpha Next Door (41/?) - WIP

- I See You (36/?) - WIP

- Worth the Trouble (7/?) - Book 2 - WIP

-Hannigram AU: For Your Eyes Only (18/?)- WIP

-Spacedogs AU: For Your Arms Only (9/?) WIP

-Spacedogs AU: Mine to Keep (5/?)- WIP

- Hannigram AU: Emboite (7/?)- WIP

- Hannigram AU: The Design of Desire (8/?) - WIP

- Hannigram AU: Ripper (14/?)-WIP

- Hannigram AU: A Bump in the Night - WIP

- Hannigram AU: Nanny (4/?)- WIP

- Hannigram AU: Fresh Meat (10/?)- WIP

- Hannigram AU: Grave Fate (10/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Mr. Lecter (19/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Marry Me (18/?)- WIP

-Spacedogs AU: Marry You (18/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Emboite(7/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Stray (10/?)- WIP

-Hannigram & Spacedogs: All I Want for Christmas (10/?)-WIP

-Hannigram AU: Heat Partner (2/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: The Gift (9/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: A Pleasant Surprise (3/?)- WIP

-Hannigram & Spacedogs: If You'll Be My Star. I'll Be Your Sky (4/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Vilkas (5/?)-WIP

-Spacedogs & BlackWolves - Until the End of the World (2/?)- WIP

-Hannigram A/B/O AU: Instinct (3/?) - WIP

-Hannigram A/B/O AU: Enceinte (2/?)- WIP

-Spacedogs A/B/O: OmegaYouHorny (3/?)- WIP

-Spacedogs: Untitled Reincarnation AU (2/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Bon Apetit (2/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: The Unexpected Donor (4/?) - WIP

-Spacedogs: Pretty Grotesque (4/?)- WIP

-Hannigram & Spacedogs: Operation Heartbreak (1/?)

- Hannigram AU: Folie à Deux (2/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: A Monster's Love (5/?)- WIP

-Spacedogs: Bones and All (2/?)- WIP

-Hannigram AU: Killing Stalking (2/?)- WIP

STORIES I AM UNSURE OF WHERE THEY WILL END UP

- Spacedogs: The Twelve Days of Christmas (8/?)- WIP

- Hannigram AU: The Rise and Fall of Wehem & Hanbal (11/?)- WIP

PATREON EXCLUSIVE STORIES I AM UNSURE WILL EVEN GET MORE CHAPTERS

- Hannigram High School AU: Two of A Kind - WIP

-Hannigram AU: Eat, Prey, Love - WIP

-Hannigram AU: Plaisir - WIP

-BasicChickens A/B/O: Settle Down

-Hannigram A/B/O: OmegaDonor

-Spacedogs Ficlet: Everyday

-Hannigram AU: Murder to Be Mine

-Spacedogs: Taken with You

-Into the Woods - Multi A/B/O - Chapter One

-Hannigram AU - Special Delivery - One

-Spontaneous Spacedogs: The Ultimate Sin

-Hannigram AU: The Fog (Or Something Wicked This Way Comes)

-Hannigram AU: Untitled Christmas Dog Story - 1?

This is probably not the complete list - I am going to add more as I keep going through them!

#my Patreon #spacedogs #hannigram au #my writing

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erajoie07 · 8 months

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Honey, I'm home! : Aemond Targaryen x OC (AU)

Writer's Note: It's been so long since I last posted something here. I thought I'd write you all a flash fiction of Aemond, my dearest. Hope you all enjoy it! Thank you for reading!

Warning: mentions of death

When I married Aemond, I vowed to him that he shall always embody the man I’ve always wanted as I did before that. Our life together in matrimony was full of bliss and unrelenting love and devotion for one another.

It was August 4 when I received the call. A call thought to be relief, turned out to be grief. My husband’s life was on the line. Aemond's heart was beating but wasn’t pumping blood, if not for the medicine they injected just to keep him from moving out of the light.

I called all my sisters to give their heart and solidarity for me for losing him was never an intention.

“He’s gone?! Daemon!” The walls will know who I cried for that wee morning. Hysterical and full of endless hope that he’ll live. “Daemon! Guard his side, don’t leave him alone. Aemond! I’m coming, please hold on!”

Aemond gave me everything be owned and supported me with all his will. The house knows that. They have witnessed he had broken nearly all his bones and strained every muscle for me.

Soon, I arrived at the hospital in nothing but my robe on. I didn’t care to dress gently and appropriately. All I wanted was for Aemond to come back home.

“Aemond?” My voice in a trembling roar. My sisters consoled me. I watched the nurse tried to revive my husband with a manual ventilator near his mouth. The sound it makes as it delivers oxygen to his lungs.

“Aemond! What happened? Aemond, I’m here. Fea will board the bus later.”

Fea disassociated when I called her on the phone announcing that they are reviving her dad. How is Aemond going to walk his daughter on the stage knowing that he will no longer?

“Aemond,” I held his hand. “Aemond, Fea wanted you to join us on stage for her graduation.”

The nurse called another. I was told that they have been reviving my husband for what seemed hours. I was asked to step back. Fine straight lines were received from that endless revival.

“Aemond! Fea will be here soon. She misses you so much. Forgive me for my miscommunication, and Fea’s stubbornness. Sorry, Aemond!”

Aemond just waited for me before he stepped out of life.

His hand was cold. I thought I would only look men carrying a dead body to the morgue in films. Never once did I imagine my husband would be that body.

When it was time to bring the body back into the house. O’ Death proved to be the ugly one. The cross-stitches no longer hang on the walls. The couch that leaned comfortably was moved. The tables and chairs were pushed. All these familiarity that settled and stayed through thick and thin for 15 years were gone for a whole week of mourning. Even after we buried Aemond, I can’t apprehend the fact that there will be firsts in the house that saw him for 18 years. First Christmas without him. First New Year’s without him. First Valentine’s without him. Even his birthday and our anniversary would be firsts without him.

Aemond still resides in my mind though I continue to move forward. After I got home from work, as I habit, I shouted to the house, “Aemond! I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen, darling.”

The End

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #au #flash fiction #slice of life #house of the dragon aemond targaryen #hotd alicent #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #aemond kinslayer #aemond the kinslayer #margueritte

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liaromancewriter · 2 months

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Post Series: Married Life

I do… 🎨 An impromptu engagement followed by a whirlwind wedding, Cassie and Ethan finally tie the knot…as told through Pictagram.

A Year of Kisses 🔖 It’s twelve months of memories as they celebrate one year of wedded bliss.

Happy Birthday, Dr. Ramsey 🎨 Cassie posts Ethan’s birthday wishes on Picta.

This Love Is 🌼 Cassie feels morose, and Ethan tries to cheer her up.

Different Strokes 🌼 Ethan and Cassie end up going on a double date with Max and Sienna, leading to a surprising revelation.

Something To Talk About 🌼 Cassie is all about keeping up with Edenbrook’s rumor mill, much to Ethan’s dismay.

Convincing the Chief 🌼 When Edenbrook’s PR team needs to engage the Chief, they go to the Ramsey Whisperer for advice.

Carry You Home 🌼 When Cassie needs a savior, her husband Ethan Ramsey is there for the rescue.

Courting the Chief 🌼 When Chief Ramsey goes on social media, Edenbrook’s PR team couldn’t have predicted what happens next.

Heartbeat Song 💋 Cassie convinces Ethan to join her for a relaxing bubble bath, but it soon turns into something more.

A True Prince 🌼 Ethan brings Cassie coffee, aka the fairy tale comes true. Follow up to A True Fairytale.

Halloween Kisses 🌼 Cassie has a holiday-themed proposition for Ethan, only it’s the wrong holiday.

TBT Challenge 🎨 Cassie and her friends take on Throwback Thursday in a Pictagram challenge and the results are surprising, to say the least.

Always My Number One 🎪 Ethan Ramsey is known for many things but being named America’s Top Hot Doctor was not an honor he was expecting.

The Best Present 🌼 It’s his first Christmas as a married man, and Ethan reflects on how he got here.

Bygones 💋 When Cassie runs into Ethan’s ex from medical school, it’s a chance to close the door on the past.

Sweet Celebrations 🎨 Cassie goes all in when it comes to recognizing small moments.

La Vie Avec Toi 🌼 When it comes to love, these couples know it’s about every moment of every day.

What Happens in Vegas 🎨 Cassie and her friends head to Vegas for a conference, but it’s really about what happens when the lights go down.

Three’s a Crowd 🎨 Max, Sienna and Cassie end up in the tabloids after a night out on the town.

Breaking News 🌼 Cassie interviews Ethan about a special project.

Nostalgia 🎨 Cassie is feeling nostalgic and shares childhood memories on Pictagram.

Perfect Distraction 🌼 Ethan finds his patience wearing thin until a beautiful stranger distracts him from his thoughts.

Total Surrender 💋 After following Cassie’s command to the letter, Ethan is determined to collect his reward.

Private Matters 🎨 Cassie has a question only Ethan can answer.

Baby Wishes 🎨 Cassie and Kyra celebrate Max and Sienna’s new chapter during their first visit to Boston after announcing that they were expecting their first child.

Camera Ready 🎨 Cassie teases Ethan with previews from her photoshoot.

Sibling Rivalry 🌼 Cassie and Max play Monopoly and things get intense very quickly, much to the dismay of their loved ones.

Night at the Ballet 🎪 It’s World Ballet Day, and Ethan organizes a special surprise for Cassie.

Giving Thanks 🎨 Two Picta moments from this year’s Thanksgiving.

Twin Perspectives 🌼 The Valentine Twins know when and how to come through for each other.

Twinsies 🎨 Cassie and Max celebrate National Twin Day.

Galentine’s Day 🎨 Cassie enjoys a girls’ night for Galentine’s.

Anti Valentine 🎨 Cassie and Max commiserate each other on their most hated day.

Green-Eyed Girl 🎨 Random convo between Cassie and Max about family traits.

Stand By Me 🎪 Cassie experiences the downside of having Ethan Ramsey as a mentor.

Just a Crush 🎪 When Ethan gets a chance to meet his celebrity crush, Cassie’s green-eyed monster comes out to play.

Still Into You 💋 Cassie and Ethan celebrate their wedding anniversary and reflect on their relationship.

#my masterlist

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mad2jokes · 6 months

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Day Joke

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azx1jokes · 7 months

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cassie-renee · 1 year

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I feel like I’m barely keeping my head above the water sometimes.

I’m married to a military man who is currently deployed and I feel like since he’s been gone it’s been nothing but a struggle.

Let me start at the beginning…

Before he deployed I was 30 weeks pregnant. I lost my childhood dog two weeks prior to him leaving. She was my world. She helped me get through a lot of my struggles and she was always there when I needed her. She sadly passed in my arms as we rushed to get her to the vet clinic. Sometimes I feel like I could’ve done more, and I’m the reason she died.

I was still getting over the loss of her, and then my husband deployed. I was alone. Alone for the very first time in many years. I felt lost.

He missed Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then he missed the birth of his son. He missed our anniversary and even Valentine’s. I only have a few more months before he returns, but man it just keeps getting worse.

A month into his deployment my jeep started to leak oil. Then it’ll randomly shut off when put into reverse. One of my husbands friends came to look at it and he recommended just trading the jeep in but I can’t when it’s in my husbands name.

Then our dryer dies. I couldn’t keep bringing a newborn baby to the laundromat to dry clothes, so I had to go buy a new dryer with money I did not have.

I return to work at 6 week’s postpartum and not even 2 weeks later my son was hospitalized with a really bad viral infection. His doctor recommended he get pulled from daycare. So now, I’m a stay at home mom. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving every minute being with my son, but when it’s just you, it’s hard. Especially when your son won’t let you put him down for 5 minutes so you can wash the dishes.

I knew what I signed up for when I married my husband, but I just want him home. I just have to keep repeating to myself that “I can do this” as silent tears run down my cheeks.

I’m alone and I want someone here.

#alone in the dark #alone with my thoughts #always alone #military #i am alone #i feel numb #being alone #someone help #this is a cry for help #im crying #please help

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twopoppies · 2 years

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Why do people make such a big deal about Harry and Louis not spending the holidays together? This is not the first time, they are in the closet, so even if they spend it together, we have no way of knowing. They have the rest of the year to spend time together, and maybe they'll be okay with that. Sadly, they have to spend this time with beards and stunts, and that's horrible, but I repeat, that doesn't make their current "relationships" real. So please calm down.

Hi love. You know what? It's like talking to a brick wall. Literally every birthday, anniversary, holiday etc, we get people wringing their hands over them "not being together". I'm so tired of it all.

They are closeted. This means a number of things are possible:

They can't be seen together publicly so if they actually are together, we wouldn't know

They have to appear with their beards etc during certain times that couple would be together (ie: birthdays, holidays etc)

It's possible they take photos at other times to post during birthday, holidays etc so they can actually be together, but look like they're with their beards etc

They may celebrate these moments at different times

They may not care as much as you do about those dates

Some people have jobs that will occasionally require them to work on Christmas/New Year's Eve etc... they happen to have that kind of job

Most of all, I just wish you all would stop making this into some kind of huge deal when it really, really isn't. Just because YOU think it would be the end of the world not to spend Valentine's Day, or the anniversary of your mother's passing, or your birthday with your boyfriend, doesn't mean they feel the same way. It also doesn't mean a couple has broken up if they don't spend those days together. FFS, I don't even remember the anniversary of my FIL passing. My husband and I haven't celebrated Valentine's Day in probably 15 years. I don't give a shit if I see any of our extended family on Christmas. It's not the same for everyone!

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Pregnancy Series - Part 3

Telling them

Hey! So a lot of you have been waiting and I am honestly happy that you guys seem to like my pregnancy series! Please feel free to tell me your opinion with a comment or through a reblog ( I read every single # ) or just send me a message in my inbox! Hope you enjoy!

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2

Jumin

You nervously rubbed your hands together as the weekend finally came.

Ever since Jumin married you, he decided to have his birthday parties only with you instead of throwing big parties with people he didn’t even like just because of his status.

But this time you prepared something special for him.

You decided to invite your father-in-law as well as the RFA, even Zen, at your place on the 4th of October to stay until Jumin’s birthday at midnight the 5th october.

For Zen, you even prepared your party room since your beloved cat wasn’t in every room of the big penthouse your husband owned.

And so you prepared everything without your husband’s knowing. To say it clearly, you made someone else prepare it because you were scared of hurting the baby, being overprotective since it took you so long to get pregnant.

Maybe you were too scared, but you knew that Jumin wouldn’t have wanted you to overwork yourself.

The room was decorated in gold and black colors and you also baked a big cake on your own, deciding to hide a long note into the cake, saying that you were pregnant. At the end of the note, a copy of your first picture of the baby was attached, showing Jumin that whatever was happening was real.

You knew that he would be more than happy to see this, to know about the baby you were carrying.

,,Finally ready,’’ you said and sighed, looking at your clock, knowing that at 8 PM everyone would come home to stay into the room before Jumin would come home with Jaehee from the office.

The first guest to arrive was your father in law. To your surprise, he didn’t take his girlfriend along, but since Jumin always had to prepare a second party for his status, your in-law promised you to bring her along the next day. Well, you knew that this wasn’t going to last for a long time, but to make the elder happy, you nodded and smiled, telling him that you were more than happy to be able to get to know her.

Lastly, Seven, Zen, and Yoosung arrived. Zen and Seven were arguing whether or not the red haired boy should kidnap his Elly.

,,I need to go home with you. You can’t take that fur ball with you!’’ he hissed.

You left the men alone for a second before you waited for the final guest - your husband, of course followed by Jaehee who just sent you a message about her arrival.

Jumin was puzzled at first when you invited Jaehee inside and led the way to another part of the penthouse, but since it was you who asked, it was okay, you were his wife after all.

The surprise party, however, made him emotional and you knew that Jumin was touched just by his mimicry and how he stood there, you knew your husband.

,,I have a present for you, but you will only be allowed to have it at midnight!’’ you teased him after he gave you a long, lovely kiss.

Staying awake almost four hours more was hard for you. Since you knew that you were pregnant, you were even sleepier, but for Jumin you could manage to stay awake. You had to.

,,IT’S MIDNIGHT! BRING THE CAKE!’’ Seven screamed in excitement, making you a bit nervous.

Yoosung carried the cake into the room after you kindly asked him to, as you all sang ,,Happy Birthday’’ to him.

,,Thank you, my love,’’ he whispered and kissed you again, ready to blow his candles.

,,Before you cut the cake, Jumin,’’ you said as he stood there with a knife already ,,here’s something you have to pull out. Read it out loud,’’ you said.

You pressed your lips together as you waited for him to pull out the long white note until finally the first words appeared. ,,I…..’’ he said, he smirked, thinking that the note was ,,I love you’’

,,A….M…..P...R...E...G…-’’ he looked at you in shock before he pulled the note even quicker out of the cake, seeing the last picture of an ultrasound.

For the first time, all members of the RFA saw Jumin Han cry real tears by the man they always called ,,cold hearted’’ as he hugged his wife and kissed her with a lot of love, thanking her over and over again.

,,This is the best present ever,’’ he hiccuped and kneeled down to kiss your flat belly.

Zen

,,You will surely be a good mother!’’ the chocolate lady praised you as she gave you the white chocolate with the baby sonogram of your baby.

You quickly went back in and prepared a few more things. The chocolate was ready, you thought you would now take a little package and put balloons around the chocolate so that it would float up as soon as Zen would open the box.

Since the chocolate was in a cute packaging too, you put a note on it saying to open it immediately to see the surprise.

You guessed that this would be the perfect Valentine’s Day gift.

Then you also decided to bake a few muffins, not just for Zen, but also because you wanted to slowly get used to the idea of baking cakes for your future child.

That evening, you tried your best to act normal because you were overloading with happiness and excitement.

The next day, you woke up pretty quickly. One of the reasons was because you had the urge to throw up and the other reason was because you wanted to drop the news as soon as possible.

,,Mc, did you get checked up? Like-’’

,,Hyun, it’s just a virus. That’s why I had to cancel our reservation at the hospital,’’ you groaned as you again had to empty your stomach.

,,Of course, baby,’’ he whispered, holding your hair as he kept rubbing your back.

At times like these, he wished you could be like him, healing and getting better quickly.

But he also knew that you were a strong woman and didn’t have any problems.

,,Okay, I’m better,’’ you gasped as you went to wash your mouth. The taste you had in your mouth wasn’t really yummy and so you brushed your teeth before you decided to give him his present.

,,Here, for you,’’ you whispered as you laid back in bed, feeling a bit lightheaded.

Zen’s eyes went soft as he saw the big box, placing it on the floor and sitting next to it to open the present.

Just like you wanted, the balloons flew up, pulling the chokolate up.

Zen quickly grabbed the present and read the note out loud.

,,I’m excited. I never thought that Valentine’s Day could become so special one day,’’ he laughed.

You slowly teared up as you thought about how much better and special this day would become.

Zen opened the chocolate and inspected the picture.

He stayed silent for a second before he looked up at you again.

,,Really?’’ he asked you, whispering as his tears found a way out.

,,Really, Hyun, really.’’

Yoosung

You hurried home after the appointment, thinking about the best way to tell your husband that you were pregnant.

After you decided to take a look at some Pinterest boards, you decided to sew a little baby out of his clothes.

You once saw it in a drama and it was, in your opinion, the cutest idea.

And so, you took an old shirt of his and went down to the city, buying some stuff to fill your baby.

It took you the whole day to sew that baby, to first cut the material, put it together in a little cute baby outfit, and patch it together.

You were really happy back then; your teacher taught you how to sew at the machine and your mother bought you one back then.

Right when Yoosung entered, you just finished the little baby.

You were proud of yourself and were more than happy that you could hide the present before he came home.

,,Hello, my wife,“ he smiled and kissed you, seeing that you were in a better mood than in the morning.

,,You haven't cooked yet? Wanna do it together?“ he asked you, seeing that nothing was prepared.

,,Oh, I need to be honest. I took a good rest today and I forgot that it was already so late,“ you lied.

,,It’s okay! I can also order some sushi or-”

,,No sushi!“ you called, looking away.

,,Can we eat pizza?“ you asked him, trying to hide the fact that you preferred to not eat raw fish.

And so you both did, although Yoosung was kind of puzzled when you didn’t take the wine you both usually drank while eating pizza.

The day went by and the next morning finally arrived. You were happy to wake up just in time to set the table, prepare the breakfast, and put his bag with the baby doll on his seat.

,,Happy eighth anniversary,“ he whispered and kissed you, hugging your body from behind, nuzzling his head in your neck.

,,Eight years already,“ you sighed happily and turned around, ready to give him a deep, lovely kiss on his lips.

Yoosung quickly sat down, giving you his hand over the table as he put some sugar in his coffee.

,,That’s for you,“ he told you, giving you an envelope.

You smiled.

,,The bag in front of you is from me for you,“ you told him, as if someone else could have made him a present.

The both of you decided to open your present at the same time.

And once again, you surprised each other.

,,You want to adopt a child?“ you asked him as he almost screamed ,,YOU’RE PREGNANT?“

You both laughed at the same time. Yoosung quickly got up from his chair, getting on his knees as he kissed your belly with tears in his eyes.

,,I knew it! No sushi, no wine! I knew it!“ he sobbed, stroking the place where his baby was supposed to be.

,,Such a little human being will grow up here. Can you believe it?“ Yoosung asked you.

You were also now sobbing, shaking his head as you stroked his fluffy hair ,,Finally, Yoosung, finally,“

Jaehee

Your girlfriend couldn’t wait to hug you, hold you in her arms and so, as soon as she caught a glimpse of you at the train station, she hugged you, sobbing into your shoulder.

It was cold outside and you luckily came back right in time before the holy days of Christmas.

Jaehee still hugged you when suddenly, something soft and cold touched your nose, making you look up into the sky.

,,The first snow,’’ you whispered, making Jaehee loosen up her hug and look up too.

She chuckled as she knew that you loved the snow.

A few seconds later, the both of you walked hand in hand towards your shop. Jaehee was happy as you seemed to be in a happy mood.

Your fingers felt hot as hers were entangled in yours, stroking the skin of your finger with her thumb.

,,Go and take a warm shower. I will make us some food,’’ she mumbled and quickly left you alone.

And so, while the warm water of your shower hit your body, warming you up and relaxing your muscles, you thought of a way to tell Jaehee that you two finally did it.

Suddenly, you got a very good idea. Lately, you were into sublime stitching and found it hard to find new things to stitch, but now that you had your first ultrasound, you finally had a new challenge to take!

You copied your first ultrasound and sent it to your favorite artist, who was more than happy to make your ultrasound into a pattern with ink.

Just like always, you ironed the picture with the hot iron on your fabric, but this time you didn’t buy the pattern and indeed used your own.

You smiled as you saw how good it worked out. You were really proud of yourself that the first step was already so well done!

But you couldn’t keep going as Jaehee called you to open the shop with her.

And so the weeks went by. You luckily didn’t have any symptoms that could have ruined the surprise for Jaehee.

You wanted to give it to her as a Christmas present after all.

You kept stitching along the line, slowly and accurately so that everything would look nice and neat.

When you finally finished, you felt yourself becoming emotional. This was now real, this present and this baby was really happening to you and Jaehee, who waited for so long for this.

The last step was to wash the fabric so that the blue ink would disappear, making it look once again much more beautiful.

,,I can’t wait for Christmas,’’ you chuckled to yourself and put the present into a little box.

,,You really didn’t have to,’’ Jaehee whispered the morning of Christmas Eve.

The both of you sat on your couch in front of your Christmas tree.

It was warm and cozy in your living room as you both were wearing the same Christmas hoodies.

You excitedly looked over to Jaehee as she opened the box.

Her fingers followed every stitched line, her lips began to tremble and it seemed as if she couldn’t breathe calmly.

You were getting worried, but soon enough Jaehee looked at you.

,,Is that yours?’’ she asked her, her voice was cracking.

,,Yes. I didn’t have the flu or covid, I’m pregnant,’’ you laughed.

Jaehee hugged you, not too strong, stroking the back of your hair as she enjoyed the warmth of your body.

,,I don’t have such a great present,’’ she laughed and kissed your cheek.

Saeyoung

The birthday of the twins was slowly approaching. By now you were eight weeks pregnant.

You still had symptoms and felt sick. Sometimes you couldn’t even cook, making Saeyoung worry for you, but you knew that this was worth it.

You chuckled as you thought about your self made toy you prepared as a present for Saeyoung. It was a toy he had to play first before the news of your pregnancy would be announced.

It took you a while to construct everything.

It was a game where he had to put cards together. To put them together, he had to form different sentences in different languages.

Matching cards would give him a letter and afterwards those letters would give him the sentence ,,You will be soon a daddy!’’ but of course, he had to also form this sentence.

Since it was kind of difficult to perform this all in Hangul, you decided to make it an english game.

For Saeran, you prepared a little teddy bear which would say ,,Hello Uncle’’ but of course, he wasn’t allowed to open his present until Saeyoung played with his present.

The 11th of June quickly approached you guys as you woke up one morning. Luckily, you still didn’t feel sick.

You hugged Saeyoung as you woke him up with a sweet kiss ,,Good morning,’’ you whispered, making him groan, but not open his eyes.

,,Hello, how did you sleep?’’ you asked him when he turned his body to you and hugged you back.

,,Good, but being awake next to you is better,’’ he whimpered and almost fell asleep again.

,,Ya! Your birthday breakfast is waiting for you!’’ you hissed and laughed.

He immediately jumped up, yelling for his brother. ,,SAERAN, YOU ARE TURNING A YEAR OLDER!’’ he laughed, making you shake your head.

But you were happy that Saeyoung finally found his brother. You could just imagine how it must have been for him to miss his second half for all those years.

And even though Saeran didn’t admit it, he probably missed his brother too.

The three of you were sitting around the table as they ate their soup. It was a special soup for their birthday.

,,I will give you your birthday present later when the other’s are here too,’’ you told them both, making your husband especially sad. ,,You always want your present at midnight and now I have to wait?’’ he asked you, whining as you laughed at him.

,,It’s special, that’s why,’’ you told him, making him sulk.

,,My presents are always special,’’ he whined but didn’t say anything anymore as he enjoyed his food.

You were nervous as the RFA came one by one. By now, you guys were always together. You saw yourselves as a family.

,,Okay guys, because of you I couldn’t open my present!’’ he whined and finally unpacked the box. At first he looked a bit… puzzled, which made you chuckle.

You explained to him how to play and even persuaded him to play on his own.

,,Boring that everyone is watching me,’’ he mumbled as Saeran kept patting his present, you told him he wasn’t allowed to open it yet.

,,Is that german? ,,Wir müssen…’’ what?’’ he laughed.

But one by one he did it and finally had the single letters that would give the hidden message.

,,I am pregnant, I don’t even have to think about it, that’s the message, right?’’ he said and immediately looked up at you, already in tears.

By now, Saeran too, unpacked his bear and in a big family embrace, Saeyoung cried into your shoulder.

Saeran

After you were brought to the maternity ward and they did some more tests, it seemed that it was official that you were pregnant!

Saeran got up as soon as he saw you walking out of the big doors.

,,Is it something serious? It took you so long and no one wanted to say anything,’’ he whined and took your hand between his, massaging your palm as he slowly walked out with you.

,,I just had to wait a long time,’’ you lied and smiled at him, trying to convince him that you just had a mere virus.

And so the days passed again and you worked on a present for Saeran who was a soon to be father.

You put a lot of thought into it and decided that doing something handmade would be much better than just telling him.

That’s why you decided to give him something your baby would get - a handmade baby blanket with his favorite flower patched on it.

You put a lot of hard work into it, using the best material and the most beautiful colors.

And since the gender was still unknown, you decided to go for a light beige color with some red details.

In the end, the blanket looked just too cute and it hit you - you were pregnant.

The day was nothing special when you told Saeran that you would like to go and eat an ice cream with him, something he agreed to immediately.

He took a few hours free and hand in hand with you, he went to buy ice cream for the both of you, enjoying the sun on your skin and the nature around you.

,,What do you have in that bag?’’ he asked you after a while, still licking his ice cream as he pointed at the little bag in your hand.

,,Nothing,’’ you began, ,,just something little I want to give you,’’ you told him, making him excited to know what you would like to give him.

To prevent the blanket from getting dirty, you decided to wait until the both of you were finished with the ice cream, giving you the chance to talk to Saeran a bit more about his day and your day.

,,Okay, now I’m ready,’’ he nodded and looked at the bag. He couldn’t wait to see what you had prepared for him in there.

He opened the bag and pulled out the self made blanket, observing every little detail.

He tilted his head as he looked at the length of it.

,,It’s a bit too little for you, right?’’ you laughed, making him laugh too.

Suddenly, Saeran saw a little note in there.

,,It’s not for you, it’s for your baby, Dad. Congratulations…’’ he whispered and put the note back into the bag, looking at the tiny blanket again.

You knew that he was happy, but probably overwhelmed with this news and so you decided to wait a few moments.

But as soon as the news arrived in his head, Saeran couldn’t prevent himself from hugging and thanking you a thousand times.

,,You...you always make me so happy…!’’ he whined.

,,I will give my best to become a good father,’’ he said with a trembling voice.

,,I won’t become like my parents. I will be a good one and I will protect you and our unborn child,’’ he whispered, his hand on your belly by now.

,,I promise,’’ he nodded.

,,I trust you, Saeran.’’

Jihyun

As soon as Saeyoung heard those words, he began to tear up and hugged you, patting your back. He was just so happy for you and Jihyun as he knew that the both of you had a hard time lately.

,,Let’s get back and prepare something!’’ he said in his mischievous smile and helped you to get into the car.

Of course, to keep it fair, Saeyoung wasn’t allowed to tell anybody. Instead, the both of you planned on how to tell Jihyun who would soon come back home.

,,How about I make a computer print of your future family and he has to paint it in little colors? We will just make it with so many details that he won’t notice from the beginning that it’s a family picture of four!’’ Saeyoung chuckled. You loved the idea and were more than happy to go with it.

You and Saeyoung worked on the details while the rest of the RFA weren’t at your home as they too had their personal lives.

Saeyoung and Saeran, however, stayed with you partly because Saeyoung prepared the surprise with you, but also because they both were worried.

When you finally finished with the layout and Saeyoung helped you to print it out, you wouldn’t be able to tell that this was a picture of a family.

,,I wonder how he will react,’’ you laughed and thanked him for his hard work.

,,Those were the longest six weeks I’ve ever experienced,’’ you whimpered when Jihyun finally arrived at home, Lucy on your hand, also more than happy to see her father.

Hugging the both of you, he nodded in agreement.

,,I also missed the both of you,’’ he said honestly.

Quickly letting him step in, you took his stuff and helped him to unpack before you told him that dinner would be soon ready.

,,I have a little challenge for you,’’ you laughed as you went back to your room to take the picture you prepared for him.

,,Oh, I saw that on Instagram,’’ he nodded, as he remembered the logic of the painting.

,,Yes, but I did this myself,’’ you said proudly, handling it over to him.

He laughed happily ,,I’m excited to work on it, thank you!’’ he laughed.

,,Yes, but there’s a hidden message in it so you need to hurry with it!’’ you told him, not knowing that you encouraged him to work on it the whole night after you fell asleep that night.

In the morning, when you just opened your eyes and saw his black bags below his eyes, paint all over his hands, you knew that he overworked himself.

,,Will we be able to adopt a child?’’ he asked you, his voice was raspy as he asked you, tears in his eyes, excited to know the answer.

You slowly shook his head, making him wonder if his sleepy eyes made him see something he just wanted to see.

But you didn’t want to tease him anymore so you finally told him. ,,I’m pregnant, Jihyun. I wasn’t sick back then, I was just… pregnant! I was having symptomes. We will have a child together soon!’’ you told him, slowly getting up from the bed.

,,I’m so happy,’’ he sighed and kissed your belly.

,,I will never go away for such a long time, I swear,’’ he whispered and then, with his knees on the floor and head on your lap, slowly fell asleep….

Vanderwood

You observed Vanderwood, noticing that the mood was being off for a few days.

To be honest, it was happening ever since you told him that you wanted to stop trying to have children for the time being.

Your eyes followed Vanderwood as he walked out and took out a cigarette, sluggishly smoking and looking around.

You began to chew on your lips as you thought back, maybe beginning the topic with ,,Yo’’ wasn’t the best way to start.

But there was no way back now and it didn’t matter anymore since you finally got pregnant.

You hoped that a day later, Vanderwood’s birthday, this silence between the both of you would be over finally as you wanted to surprise him with a self made cake which said, ,,Hello Daddy!’’

Of course, you firmly told him to not look at it, something he would never do since he knew how much you liked to surprise him.

,,Vandy,’’ you called him softly.

,,Don’t call me like that,’’ he groaned, a bit annoyed as he closed the door.

,,Are you angry at me?’’ you asked him, scared for his answer.

Vanderwood turned his body to you.

He didn’t look happy and you just noticed.

,,I’m not angry, I’m just… I have the feeling that you don’t really care about having a family with me while I work my ass of and-’’

,,Woah, what gives you that idea?’’ you asked him, slowly getting off the couch and looking at him.

You didn’t want to fight with him, but his comment… hurt you deeply.

,,Last time, sorry, but you approached the topic totally wrong!’’ he hissed, on his way to the kitchen.

You followed him there. He was partly right, you thought.

,,But, I was just… I didn’t know how to tell you, but this doesn’t mean that I don’t care,’’ you told him, your trembling voice making him look back at you.

,,I know. It still hurts though,’’ he whispered and opened the fridge to take out a cold drink.

,,You know what,’’ you told him, holding onto the door of the fridge and pulling out the cake you made for him which was covered with something so that he couldn’t see what was written on it with the chocolate.

,,What-’’ before Vanderwood could even say anything, you showed him the cake you prepared for him with the note written on it that you were pregnant.

,,It’s true. I was mean and I should have approached you differently, but I was so down, I didn’t think I could get pregnant anytime soon and- just don’t say anymore that I don’t care,’’ you finished your sentence and looked up, your tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were unsure of what to do now.

But Vanderwood knew what he had to do and softly took you in his arms, laying you down in the other room and kissing your neck.

,,You destroyed my surprise,’’ he whispered, giving you a kiss again.

,,Sorry for being selfish. I was mean while you’ve been carrying my baby,’’ he honestly apologized, stroking your flat womb as you sobbed into his shoulder.

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Hallucinations

Summary: Never lost, just waiting to be found

Pairing: Mob!Tom x (fem!)Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, angst all around, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and crime

You wore his green sweater when he left. It was old, had a few moth holes, and itched your sides, but it’s all you could wear to remember him. Vanished. It was a mission he said wouldn’t be too hard. He gave a hug, a long kiss on your lips, and a lingering stare before he walked out the door.

He tasted like toothpaste and tobacco, smoking being what he did when he was stressed. Tom had been nervous all week, fiddling with loose ends on his shirts or running his fingers through his hair. Coming home with blazed and glossy eyes while he held you tight in bed. Whispering sweet nothings and soft touches. As if this was the last time.

Tom and Harrison left in the middle of June, a week before your anniversary. It was muggy in August when Harrison returned with a tattered suit, under eye bags, and Tom’s wedding ring in hand. Harrison gave a tight hug, holding you close to his heart. You smelt Tom’s cologne on his shirt, and saw bright dots of red on the white.

The funeral was in late September. Family came to your side immediately, Tom’s parents and siblings were holding your hand the whole time. When the burial took place, everyone held their breath and collectively said a prayer to the closed casket. Nobody saw the body.

You looked to the sky, a single tear falling down your cheek. Looking back to the grave, beyond the cemetery there was an apparition quickly ducking behind trees and bushes. You scoffed lightly, confused by the onlooker and turned back to the funeral of your late husband

Every day became an uphill battle. Nikki and Dom stopped by once a week to deliver company, taking you out for brunch or bringing by pictures and memories. The wedding, the first pregnancy test (even though it was negative), his shirts and baby photos. It made you feel closer to someone you’ve known for years and that’s been dead for weeks. Sam, Harry and Paddy kept you busy by keeping you in his business. They brought you to meetings, taught you to use a gun, wear bullet proof clothing and even pick a lock.

The more you’ve become aware of what Tom did was when you noticed things at home were changing too. Tessa always greeted you extra happy, items in the kitchen and bedroom were slowly missing, food was gone and shirts were being lost. A final straw was hit when the wedding picture hung on the fireplace of you and Tom was taken from the frame.

You installed more cameras, hired more of Tom’s henchmen, and started carrying your gun in its holster whenever you went home. Harry, being the new man in charge, held the power and gave you your wishes, while also letting you into the business more than Tom did.

A chilly October night, Halloween exactly, was your first drug bust with Harrison. “Are you sure, I know that dealing with your loss is hard but this isn’t exactly the best idea?” You rolled your eyes, unlocking the safety on the gun and turned on your heel. “I want to see what made Tom go out and get himself killed, is that too much to ask for?”

Harrison bit his lip, swiping his hand over his face. “This isn’t healthy, (Y/N).” You stopped walking, tears pricking your eyes. “What’s not healthy is wishing that you died instead of your husband, Harrison. Wishing you could have held him longer or said ‘I love you’ before he left. It’s not healthy staying up to see the sunrise in hopes that the love of your life will somehow walk through the front door and be alive! I need this, even if I end up in the ground next to him, I-I can’t just sit and wait for something to happen. Not anymore.”

You wiped a tear, then turned back to the bar entrance. “Let’s get this over with.” Harrison placed his hand on your shoulder and opened the door.

That night you killed five people. Five of the same henchmen that were involved in Tom’s murder. You got the drugs, got the sliver of revenge, and it soothed a tiny part in your gut. Getting home was silent, you were shaking with adrenaline and a cheshire smile on your face while Harrison watched with a look of sympathy and anxiety. He dropped you off at home and slowly pulled out of the mansion, not before taking a call.

Night after night, you showed up to Harry’s and asked for a mission, begging for them. And night after night, Harry gave you your request. Drug busts, torture missions, robberies, deals and hostages. You were addicted to the rush. On Christmas, Harry got you a new gun. Sam gave you the same cigarettes that Tom smoked. Harrison gifted Tom’s favorite cologne and cufflinks he wore his last night alive.

By the new year, the boys (except Harrison) all believed you were the reincarnation of Tom, even better and more ruthless. You got the money, and blew some brains in the way. It became a hobby for you, and damn did it feel good. Yet, at the end of the night when you scrubbed the blood off your hands did you finally get the killers remorse. On particularly hard nights, you slept in the green sweater.

The same one you last saw Tom in.

It brought you back to the last hug, the last kiss, the last “I love you.” He was everywhere when you wore it. It brought your humanity back, just for a night’s sleep.

“Tommy, slow down! Where are we going?” You laughed, as Tom pulled you through the busy crowds of London. He rushed you onto the busy subway, holding you close to his side as the bustle of people stop after stop nearly swept you away. “I’ve got you, love. You’re safe with me.” His breath tickled your lips while your cheek rubbed against his wool sweater, the one you wore every chance you got.

You woke up in the middle of the night, the day after Valentine’s Day, to the wind whipping outside your windows. The trees were slapping the glass, snow was filling the patio and the gust of wind nearly opened the door. You picked up your pillow and began walking to the living room for peace.

“Are you okay, my love?” Tom watched as you paced in the bedroom, peeking into the bathroom and dodging back out. “Are you feeling ill?” You looked up, biting your lip.

“I think I’m pregnant”

You silently closed the bedroom door and made your way down the polished wooden steps to the living room. Each picture down the staircase was a memory of you two. The wedding picture at the bottom always reminded you of the beautiful night. With a heavy sigh, you turned to the occupied couch.

“Cheers to the new Holland’s!”

Harrison put the microphone down, his best man speech brought tears to everyone in the crowd, and as everyone cheered loud, Tom left a tight kiss on your temple. “I cannot believe you’re my lovely wife.” You looked back, rosy cheeked and slightly champagne tipsy as you cupped his jaw. “And I cannot believe you’re my incredibly sexy husband.”

He let out a laugh, and with a smirk he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just wait for the honeymoon, sweetheart. I’ll have to carry you around when we’re done with tonight.”

“Harrison?”

The man on the couch turned around, and he gave you a sheepish look. “We need to talk (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes. “I came down here to sleep, not to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to give me.” Harrison furrowed his brows, clenching his fists and looking at Tessa curled by his feet. “It’s about Tom, (Y/N).”

You took a seat on the couch, fluffing your pillow and setting it down on the edge. “Oh, I’m ready. Let me guess, you found another picture. Oh! Oh! How about that he had a half burnt cigarette that he happened to leave behind as a memory? Maybe it’s a few pints of that honey bourbon he loves so much. Tell me, Harrison, what else is there to give a poor widow?”

“He’s alive.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to the table next to the couch and pulling out a cigarette and lighter. “Oh yeah, tell me something else that’ll give me false hope. He’s in the kitchen, he’s outside with flowers, he’s waiting at the fucking alter!” You huffed a smoke cloud out, tilting your head to the side. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“He’s at Nikki and Dom’s. Tom got there a few weeks ago. That’s why Harry keeps giving you those missions, so he can go back and see him. They’ve all known. He’s alive.” You let out a laugh, bringing the cigarette back to your lips. “This is so fucking low of you, Harrison.”

You stood up, a tear rolling down your cheek as you picked up the pillow. “I thought you were my friend, Tom’s best man. You’re disgusting for doing this to me. Don��t come here again. You know where the door is.” Walking back to the stairs, Harrison stood. “Let me take you there, please.”

You walked up the stairs alone, wiping tears and holding in your wails for a little longer until you heard the door slam shut. The cigarette fell into the sink, burning out while you splashed water on your eyes. Looking up, you grabbed your phone and called Harry.

“Hello?” You gripped the phone tighter. “Is it true?” Harry let out a deep groan. “What do you mean by that, (Y/N)?”

“Is it fucking true?” Harry sighed. “Yeah.”

You pulled the phone away and ended the call, looking up at the mirror of the girl wearing the green sweater. The one you wore the last time you saw your husband.

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Salvation is a Last Minute Business (1/18)

Chapter 1: That Dame Upstairs

One year later, on the anniversary of Nate’s death, Madelyn is still struggling emotionally. Nick Valentine, her friend and partner, celebrate Christmas together, and begin work on a string of disappearances that may be connected to crime boss Eddie Winter with the help of reporter Piper Wright. On New Year’s Eve, Madelyn gets the first hint that she may already be in too deep.

“I was thinking about that dame upstairs, and the way she had looked at me, and I wanted to see her again, close, without that silly staircase between us.” – Walter Neff as played by Fred MacMurray (Double Indemnity, 1944)

[read on Ao3] ~ [chapter masterpost]

July 6th, 1946

Shelly’s Shake Shack always had a peculiar smell, Madelyn thought. Like the busboys used too much bleach when wiping down the tables or there was too much acetone in the paint swiped across the vinyl finish of the bar. Regardless of the questionable scent, it was her and Nate’s go-to spot, their tradition ever since sneaking out that one fateful night in sophomore year of high school. When she thought about it now, just five days after her eighteenth birthday, and with college on the horizon, the niche atmosphere felt very nostalgic.

“What are you thinking about?”

Nate had his elbow up on the countertop, cheek pressed into his palm as he gazed at her. His eyebrows waggled suggestively, green eyes bright as they danced across her face. Madelyn could only laugh, though his question harkened a million thoughts to bounce through her mind, struggling to land on a specific one.

“Everything,” she decided to answer, piquing his interest.

“Oooh,” he cooed, sliding closer so his shoulder bumped hers. “I hope that includes me.”

Madelyn didn’t humor him with an answer, hiding her bashful grin behind her menu. It hardly mattered that she always ordered the same thing every time—a strawberry milkshake with a small stack of ‘shack fries’ for dipping. Soon enough, the handsome man she called her boyfriend peeked over the laminated edge, beaming smile distracting her from the candy red lettering she wasn’t even trying to read.

“You seem to be thinking of something,” she commented, noting the rosy color on his cheeks and how they accented his barely-there freckles. “Care to indulge?”

Nate shrugged, playing coy. He was staring at her, a pastime of his that he could make a career out of, if he wasn’t already committed to joining the Army now that he was of age. His expression softened, eyes slowly blinking, trancelike. She was about to ask him again when he spoke.

“We should get married,” he said it with such casual gumption that Madelyn didn’t catch what he said at first. “Maddie?”

She did a doubletake of where he sat on the barstool next to her, twisting left-to-right as he faced her silence. The sound of her heart pounding in her chest echoed in her ears but she was more dumbfounded than nervous. “What? Is that a real proposal?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

Suddenly her mind went quiet and she was unable to produce an answer for a second time, but for a completely different reason—she was speechless. Madelyn gaped, utterly gob-smacked at his calm and relaxed demeanor. Only then did she think to question him, call his bluff one more time.

“Do you even have a ring?” she asked, almost defiantly, ignoring the way Nate was softly chuckling at her. “Did you even ask daddy?”

Nate sat upright, snatching her left hand in his as he slowly sank down to the tiled floor on one knee. “Baby, I’m no fool.”

Madelyn gasped, the surreal magnitude of what was occurring washing over her. He pulled a small, black velvet box from his jacket pocket and inside was a ring she had only dreamed of wearing—a silver band with two inlaid diamonds on either side of a modest, solitaire cut centerpiece—it looked like a sparkling flower.

“My parents might not agree, but they hate everything. But my grammie always liked you, so she entrusted me with this in the hopes that you’d wear it.” His rambling explanation was the first real indication that he was absolutely petrified. Nate filled the space between them with more words. “You know, as my wife.”

He let out the most adorable, breathless laugh. “Madelyn Hardy, please do me the honor of becoming my wife,” he squeezed her hand, thumb brushing across her knuckles. “Say you’ll marry me?”

“Nathaniel James,” she mimicked in reply, sure her cheeks would be sore from smiling so much. She reached out with her free hand to weave her fingers through his thick auburn hair before resting her fingers along his cheek. “Yes. A hundred—a million times, yes.”

December 24th, 1957

“Mrs. James?”

The voice pulled Madelyn from her deep trance, forcing her to blink several times as she lifted her gaze from her tightly clenched hands in the skirt of her dark-blue dress to the circle of people looking at her expectantly. Embarrassment settled in when she realized she had zoned out during the meeting, falling into another memory from the past she was desperate to cling to. That wasn’t the first time she had drifted away while the other widows and family members droned on about their departed loved ones, and if she continued coming to these gatherings, it wouldn’t be the last. She knew the support group was supposed to help her get over Nate’s untimely death—his murder—but so far each meeting had left her feeling just as empty as that Christmas Eve in 1956.

“Mrs. James,” the counselor leading the session repeated her name and Madelyn didn’t bother to correct her—she hadn’t used Nate’s surname in months. “Would you like to share with the group?”

Madelyn swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the insurmountable pressure of stranger’s eyes silently imploring an answer. Their stares were filled with sympathy and sadness, something she was annoyed with seeing when people looked at her. For a year straight, sorrow filled expressions was all she knew, and she was sick of it. Still, guilt over her continued silence consumed her. Since she started attending the ‘circle of misery’—perhaps a poor codename she kept to herself—she hadn’t shared her story of loss. It was wrong of her to compare her grief to the others, but selfishly, she doubted there was anyone that truly felt the pain she carried with her every agonizing day.

She twisted the wedding ring on her finger. “Not today. I’m sorry.”

The counselor was clearly disappointed, but Madelyn was relieved when she wasn’t pushed for further information. She settled back into her chair, staring past the group as another person spoke, sharing a story about his deceased wife. It was difficult to stay focused when all the stories sound the same. Somebody died, either by disease or tragically—in a car accident, in the war years ago—sometimes by suicide. A few mourned the missing—up and vanished without a trace—there was no closure for them. But nobody was processing an unsolved murder—she was alone in that anguish.

Madelyn thought about the present rather than the past in order to distract herself. She visualized how much paperwork was left on her desk at the detective agency, envisioning the stack that awaited her—at least she had her own space to work out of. When she was first assigned to the Valentine Detective Agency, she was still a legal aid for the District Attorney’s Office, a year away from graduating law school and passing the bar, a year away from watching her husband die right before her eyes. At first the assignment was handed to her as a joke to keep her busy, out of the way of ‘the boys’. Nick Valentine was considered a laughingstock to many—the police, the courts, the political bigwigs. But a friendship quickly developed between her and the grizzled gumshoe and she quickly realized that the city hadn’t isolated him out of laughter, but out of fear.

She maintained her position with the investigator after becoming an attorney, providing legal counsel on the various cases from lost kittens to grand larceny. After all, Nick had been her closest confidant after Nate’s murder, working to keep the case open when leads dried up with the Boston Police Department. The way Madelyn saw it, she needed Nick and he needed her, a kinship made over crime and punishment. Though, she knew her work ethic had been declining in recent weeks and it was too easy to blame it all on the anniversary of Nate’s death. Another year without him, another year without catching the son-of-a-bitch who ended his life.

A chair squeaked and Madelyn snapped out of her daze to find the session around her disbanding. She forced a polite smile to her lips as others, all strangers, said their goodbyes, offering hollow condolences when they knew so little about her. Did they even know her name? What she did for a living? That she carried a gun in her purse for protection just in case the same man who killed Nate came back for her? She was pulling on her winter coat when she felt somebody looming behind her. The last thing she wanted was to be dragged into another conversation with the group leader about how she needed to open up—or worse—be set up with a fellow attendee. She was already forming the excuses in her head of getting back to the office despite the hour, despite the looming holiday when hands—one warm, one cold—joined her in a familiar way, helping her tug her coat into place.

“So, Mrs. James,” Nick’s teasing tone had her spinning on her heel to face him.

Whatever alarm she felt dissipated as she took in the familiar sight of his faded brown trench-coat, the edges frayed by many years in the field. Underneath he wore his usual dark-grey suit, silver pin shining, keeping his ironed black tie in place. Tucked under one arm was his trusty fedora, just as weathered as his outerwear. He always refused a replacement, as if doing so would deter from his character—maybe he was onto something with that theory. Nick smoothed out the lapels of her coat before pulling his hands away, twisting his right hand awkwardly, probing the wrist with his left fingers. His right had long been a prosthetic, lost in the war when he was just a youth, rebuilt over time thanks to the modern marvels at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. For Madelyn, it was just another part that made Nick who he was.

“I wasn’t ready today,” she explained under his silent, scrutinizing gaze. “I know, I know. I promised. I’m sorry.”

Nick half-shrugged, unbothered. “You don’t have to apologize to me, doll.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, gathering her handbag from the community table. It didn’t matter that he knew she came to these meetings, knew all about the demons she struggled to face in her day-to-day. He had his own life outside the agency—it wasn’t always broken leads and dead ends.

“It’s Christmas Eve Nick, shouldn’t you be at the in-laws with Jenny?”

“They aren’t my in-laws yet,” he laughed in response.

Jennifer Lands—Nick’s fiancé and one shining light in his plight to rid Boston of scum and treachery. She was a day-nurse at the New England Medical Center, who had met Nick when he was first starting out, chasing ambulances downtown. Jenny was a true Boston spit-fire—red hair and ocean eyes—tall and slender like she walked right out of a Billy Wilder picture-film. She could talk for hours on end about fashion and Hollywood gossip but just as quickly educate you on Gray’s Anatomy. While others might have been jealous, Madelyn saw her as the perfect match for the detective—cool and calm met fiery and hot.

“She knows where I am,” he further explained.

The realization dawned on Madelyn all over again and she sighed, disappointed, more so in herself. “I don’t need a babysitter just because today is—” she tapered off, unable to speak the words. “I just need to go home or go to the office. Stay busy. That’s what I need.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking what you needed was a friend.”

He always was good at calling her bluff, especially when she wasn’t feeling up to crafting an elaborate charismatic show of words to indicate otherwise. Madelyn relented with another exhale, tucking her arm around his elbow when he offered. “It’s a long walk.”

Nick tucked his fedora atop his feathered, dark-brown hair, adjusting it so it was firmly in place. “Isn’t it always?”

Madelyn’s Cambridge apartment was modest enough for a single—widowed—woman. One bedroom, one bath, a tiny living space, and a kitchen she wished was larger for entertaining guests. Even as an attorney, her wages paled in comparison to those of her male counterparts, and Nate’s military benefits hardly helped to bridge the gap. There was her late parent’s estate, but she pretended it didn’t exist—it was meant for her children—but with Nate gone, that dream seemed futile. Now, it was a last-resort safety net, just in case she royally fucked up (and if she made a mistake that large, she had every right to be using foul language).

Her apartment had other quirks too. The elevator never worked, the hot water ran out at the most inconvenient of times, and her next-door neighbor Myrna was too suspicious for her own good, always ranting and raving about how every stranger in the building was there to kidnap her and replace her brain with wires. It wasn’t surprising that that she recoiled anytime Nick paid a visit. The seventh floor also housed a baseball coach, a Vault-Tec salesman, and a man she only knew as Robby—but she hardly saw or spoke to them, everybody coming and going at odd hours of the night, including herself.

As soon as Madelyn and Nick passed the threshold of apartment D, a sharp bark greeted them both. Dogmeat—a silly name for a German shepherd, but it was the one the collar had etched into it when she found him abandoned at the Red Rocket gas station. Madelyn had tried to track down the owners of the puppy but had no luck. Six months later, she had a full-grown dog, ever faithful to its rescuer. The furry companion had been just what she needed to help quell the lonely nights.

“Hey Dogmeat,” Nick greeted, patting the dog’s muzzle as it nudged against his pant leg. “Doing a good job protecting the lady of the house?”

The dog barked in reply even as she tutted her disapproval. “I can protect myself.”

“You know I worry about you, Madelyn.” The use of her full name had her focusing on Nick as she discarded her coat, hanging it on the nearby rack before offering to take his. He shrugged the trench off, passing his hat along with it. “We all do. We just want to make sure you’re happy.”

Madelyn wondered who ‘we’ was alluding to. She silently gestured for him to sit on the couch before circling to the kitchen, clinking together two shallow glasses as she pulled them from the cabinet. The whiskey she poured was cheap, but she knew neither of them cared, and emptied what little was left of the bottle. She handed him the frosted glass and he nodded in appreciation, biting back a wince at the fouler-than-usual taste.

“I’m doing the best I can,” she assured with a small smile, gulping down her sip of the amber liquid. “Thank you, Nick.”

He tilted his chin up in a nod, glancing up at her with his light green eyes. Under the light of her living room, they almost looked yellow. “Sure, sure.”

The two sat in amiable silence, nursing their alcohol until Madelyn noticed they’d arrived just in time to catch Jack Hynes’ broadcast on her television set. At first, the nightly report was mundane—the Red Sox charity game canceled due to snow, Mayor McDonough’s annual lighting of downtown’s Christmas tree, a runaway swan in Boston Common. But then, the broadcast took a somber turn when the screen flashed the image of an infant boy before cutting to a news conference held earlier in the day.

“…please, if you’re listening, we just want our son back,” the weeping mother turned away in her sorrow, into her husband’s chest. His voice echoed into the microphones instead. “Shaun, if you’re listening, we love you. Please come home.”

“Poor kid has been missing since ’47,” Nick interrupted, pulling Madelyn’s attention away from the screen.

She was startled by his revelation. “What?”

He took a long sip of his whiskey, holding a grim expression as he spoke. “That was my first case after coming home from the war, after the folks at MIT fixed me up,” Nick shook his head, the recollection painful in his mind. He was only seven years older than her, and yet had a lifetime of scars and memories that had aged him—made him wiser, but also bitter towards those who escaped justice. “Never could figure out who would want to steal a baby.”

“Doesn’t look like the Boston P.D. has had better luck,” she replied, knowing it was of little solace.

By the time she looked back to the TV, Hynes was speaking about the decreasing crime rate in the city proper, ironic considering the previous story. Despite the information, the next name out of his mouth had Nick on high alert.

“Eddie Winter is expected to be released from the Massachusetts Correctional Institution at Cedar Junction later this week, a full six months earlier than his originally scheduled discharge date. Department officials comment Winter’s release is due to quote, good behavior, unquote. At this time, the District Attorney’s office has declined to comment on pending cases against the notorious Boston businessman.”

“Businessman, my ass,” Nick bristled, his anger clear as he gripped the glass so tightly in his prosthetic hand she could almost hear the plastic and metal threatening to shatter into pieces. “Even the news is too afraid to call it like it is. He’s a thug. A gangster. A no-good crime boss responsible for far more than money laundering and white-collar crime.”

Madelyn couldn’t say anything to calm Nick when he was worked up like that. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before—he had been chasing Eddie Winter for years, always two steps behind the infamous mobster. Even she believed the case against him was clear cut—cases—but her bosses at the District Attorney’s office said otherwise, always misdirecting with bureaucracy and politics. As the years dragged on, and the crimes and bodies began to pile up, Nick and Madelyn started to believe there was a conspiracy afoot. But alleging collusion was one thing, proving it was another.

She poured the rest of her drink into his and he gladly shot it back—the action seemed to calm his nerves. Nick sighed, forlorn as he rested the empty glass on her coffee table with a loud clink. She already knew the answer, but she had to ask. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to catch the son-of-a-bitch.”

December 25th, 1957

“Merry Christmas boy,” Madelyn ruffled the fur atop Dogmeat’s head, scratching his ear as he yipped in return. He was all too happy to greet her that morning, even if he looked at her inquisitively, tilting his head back and forth as she dressed for the day. Nothing extravagant, but she figured she might as well wear red, given the holiday. “I’m only going out to visit the office. Just for a little while. Maybe visit the church. Maybe. I’ll be back before nightfall.”

Dogmeat barked as if he understood every word. Perhaps he did, the smart dog that he was. As Madelyn passed through the hall she paused before the open storage closet, peeking inside at the contents with a frown. She had been in the process of unboxing her holiday decorations the previous week when she decided against it, unable to fathom the emotional strength. A second Christmas without Nate—this was how her life would be measured now—counting the years, how many significant dates had passed without him. Inside the small room was another unopened box, a Mister Handy robot—a Christmas gift from Nate—the last gift from Nate. She couldn’t bear to open or activate it.

Before leaving, Madelyn made sure to leave Dogmeat a treat of sliced roast in his food bowl, tuning the radio to fill the quiet room with holiday music so the pup wouldn’t feel so alone. With her fur lined coat wrapped tightly around her, she left the safeguard of her apartment for the snow packed streets.

Valentine Detective Agency was just a quick taxi ride south over the Charles River bridge, a small nondescript building nestled in the Kenmore neighborhood. Nick liked to joke that if you didn’t know where you were going, caught up in the hustle and bustle of the crowds or the alluring bright green walls of the baseball stadium, you’d end up in the middle of Fenway park. But right there on Jersey Street stood the faded brick building with the red neon light, the flashing, arrow pierced heart a dead giveaway she was in the right spot.

Madelyn was only slightly surprised to find the office doors unlocked, sliding away the key back into her purse as she entered the dimly lit space. Ellie Perkins, Nick’s longtime secretary was absent, sent home for the holiday, the front room void of any visitors. Behind the receptionist’s desk were two doors, each with black lettering etched into the frosted glass panes. The one with Madelyn’s name was closed, but Nick’s was open, two echoing voices in the midst of discussion.

Inside she found the detective at his desk, suit jacket discarded over the back of his chair, tie loosened, but his fedora still firmly in place. He was shuffling through the disorganized pile of casefiles littered before him, lips wrapped firmly around a freshly lit cigarette. The full ashtray told Madelyn it had been a busy morning, or a long night. Occupying one of the armchairs in front of the oak tabletop was none other than Piper Wright, the woman who ran her own newspaper—Publick Occurrences—in the office space upstairs.

Piper had made a name for herself in Boston with her independent publication—she was no Boston Bugle, and could never compete with the national affiliates, but her reputation for gathering the cold, hard truth put her in the forefront of a lot of newsreaders’ minds. It also made her a lot of enemies, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong for the next big story. Birds of a feather, as they say—she knew Nick and Madelyn could be trusted, and over the last year, the three had become good friends.

“Oh hey, Blue,” Piper greeted, glancing over the back of the chair to look at her in the doorway. Madelyn had never determined where the nickname had originated—maybe her eyes, the affinity for the color—Piper never explained. She lifted up an unfolded newspaper. “I was just reading Nicky the Christmas edition of Publick Occurrences. Care to join?”

Madelyn softly laughed as she peeled off her coat and hooked it over her arm before sinking into the opposite chair. Piper was leaned back, black Mary-Jane heels propped up on Nick’s desk—either he was too focused to notice or didn’t care. Her ruby-red jacket was slung over her lap along with her matching press cap—a definitive look no reporter in town could replicate.

“Mayor McDonough’s Police Gala: Charity or Swindle? —I wrote an expose on how much of the taxpayer’s money is spent on his annual New Year’s Eve party. An insider says that all that charity money that is raised isn’t even sent to the hospitals! It’s lining the politician’s coats!”

“Not surprising,” Nick mumbled between a drag of his cigarette.

Madelyn smiled to herself—what Eddie Winter was to Nick Valentine, Mayor Guy McDonough was to Piper Wright. Perhaps the main difference was that one wasn’t an outright criminal (that any of them were aware of), but the two reeked of corruption. Piper was far more vocal in her displeasure of McDonough’s actions, using her freedom of the press to convey her contention.

“I can’t wait till an election year,” she sighed, tilting her head against the cushion. “Did you know his brother has started a grassroots campaign to see him kicked out of office?”

Madelyn was curious. For all her political dealings downtown, she didn’t know the mayor had a brother. Another coverup from the boy’s club? She had to clarify. “His brother?”

“John McDonough, he’s younger than the mayor, about Nick’s age. I don’t know him personally, but I admire his tenacity,” Piper grinned.

“He’s a rabble-rouser, trying to stir up trouble,” Nick commented with a grimace. “That kind of man is dangerous, if you ask me. He should leave any crusading to the professionals.”

“Are we knights now, Nicky?” Piper laughed, folding her paper away. “I could use a big pointy sword, might get some informants to start talking.”

Madelyn shook her head with a sigh. “What did I say about threatening civilians?”

Piper flashed her best Hollywood glamor-girl smile, batting her eyelashes as she flipped the back of her hand through her curled, ebony hair. “Charm first, shoot last.”

Nick blanched. “We should’ve never given her a gun.”

Piper’s heels clicked against the floor as she shifted to lean against the desk, trying to peek at any files she could see. Madelyn and Nick were careful with how much information she was privy to, friend or not. The agency wasn’t affiliated with the police—hell—the Boston Police Department didn’t even give them the time of day unless they were compelled to, or on the rare occasion took pity on the gumshoe and his lady sidekick. But Piper was no ordinary citizen—she had more knowledge of the city than any beat cop or tenured investigator—a valuable asset when it came to cracking cases.

“How many have gone missing this month?” she asked, glancing between the desk and Nick.

“Twelve,” Madelyn responded glumly. “Nick is convinced there’s a connection to Winter’s gang.”

“Damn,” Piper cursed, straightening. “That’s more than last month—that’s more than last year!”

“Which is why it can’t be a coincidence Winter is ramping up business,” Nick grumbled, stubbing out his smoke as he leaned back in his chair to look at his companions. “His underlings have been busy. Shaking down local businesses, raiding warehouses, encroaching on smaller gang territories to snuff them out. The police don’t want to link the recent gang war murders to him, but I will.”

“Damn,” Piper repeated, this time with a cautious expression. “You sure about all that? How deep have you been digging?”

Madelyn had similar concerns, but she wasn’t going to voice them in front of Piper. Instead, she allowed Nick to continue, tapping his hand against a stack of papers. She leaned forward to snatch them up before the reporter could. Scribbled in Nick’s barely legible scrawl were two words—the Railroad—with a question mark beside.

“The Railroad?” she whispered, confused by what it meant.

Piper’s eyes widened, like she had won the jackpot in a Las Vegas casino. “The Railroad? Where did you hear about the Railroad?”

“Came up only recently. Had it pinned as gossip, but your reaction has me second guessing my intuition,” Nick eyed her carefully, waiting for the insider information.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she responded in a breathy laugh. “Honestly, as much hearsay as I gather about the Railroad, I can’t ever find any concrete proof they actually exist, beyond a cryptic phrase; ‘follow the Freedom Trail’.”

“The Freedom Trail downtown?” Madelyn questioned, to which Piper nodded. “A tourist trap. How bizarre.”

Nick struck a match as he lit up another cigarette. “Peculiar catchphrases aside, one has to wonder if they are tied up in these disappearances. Working with Winter.”

“A shell company?” Madelyn offered, looking to Piper.

The newswoman shook her head, doubtful of the accusation. “I’m uncertain they are nefarious. Mysterious? Sure. But as evil as Eddie Winter or McDonough? I’d rather have proof in hand before drawing any conclusions.”

“That’s saying something,” Nick dryly chuckled.

Piper didn’t linger for very much longer, leaving her newspaper for the two to finish perusing. She’d see the two in a few days, as Madelyn’s plus-two to that reprehensible police gala—perhaps one good thing she was able to leverage for her and Nick from her job at the District Attorney’s office. At best, it would gain the group leads for news stories and cases. At worst, they’d be drunk on expensive champagne before Auld Lang Syne. Almost as soon as they were left alone, Nick produced a brand-new bottle of Irish whiskey from his desk, struggling a moment to fish for two clean glasses.

“How long have you been working?” Madelyn asked, noting the strain in his eyes.

Nick muttered something unintelligible, the smoke bobbing between his lips as he poured, pausing in after-thought to add some more. “Jenny got called into the hospital late last night, so I decided to come in. I know she’ll call me when it’s time to come home. I can celebrate Jesus’s birthday then.”

“Isn’t she Jewish?”

Nick waved his hand as he offered the glass of whiskey, a look that simply said don’t start now. Madelyn pursed her lips with a smile, content that there had been some humor in her day after all, if only for a moment. The whiskey was much better than the swill she had served the night before, smoother as it slid down her throat in a delightful burn, hitting all the right spots. Even though they had both taken several sips, Nick raised his glass in a toast.

“Merry Christmas, Madelyn.”

“Merry Christmas, Nick.”

December 31st, 1957

Faneuil Hall had been adorned floor to ceiling in gold and silver, balloons and streamers, glitter and confetti strewn about the historic halls. Madelyn wondered what the Founding Fathers that once gathered there would think of the gaudy decorations. Probably dump them in the Boston Harbor—they seemed to be into that sort of thing when they disapproved of something. The idea alone had her wishing Samuel Adams was there now, if only to scoff at the waste of Bostonian taxpayer’s dollars.

Mayor McDonough’s New Year’s Eve police gala was in full swing by the time she arrived, uniformed officers and detectives gathered in the downstairs hall, basking in their glory like peacocks in a zoo. Madelyn found it all very amusing as she checked her coat, smoothing out the lines of her baby blue gown as she peered around for someone familiar. She noticed some bigwig lawyers from the District Attorney’s office that never gave her the time of day, and a few defense attorneys that were slimy enough she didn’t want to risk walking within a ten-foot radius of where they stood.

“Blue! Over here!”

Madelyn turned to find Piper, all dolled up in a floor-length, red evening gown, waving her towards the meeting hall. It had been reconfigured into a dancefloor, couples paired off as they waltzed to the live band playing on the nearby stage. The two women continued up the stairs to the overlooking balconies where by one tinsel wrapped pillar stood a penguin-suited Nick Valentine and his lady luck, Jennifer Lands.

“Ah, the woman who’s been keeping my Nicky safe when I can’t keep an eye on him,” Jenny winked, blue eyes sparkling. The dark green dress she wore was in sharp, beautiful contrast to her fiery red curls, tucked up in the latest hairstyle from the pages of Vogue. “Oh but it is good to see you, Mads.”

“Likewise, Jenny,” she greeted, the two sharing a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. “I do apologize for all the late nights.”

The soon-to-be Mrs. Valentine waved her hand dismissively. “Better to know where he is, fighting the good fight, than have me pacing in the kitchen wondering which sleazy bar or motel my schmuck is lost in like these poor women do.”

Madelyn tried not to laugh, avoiding the stares of the prim-and-proper officer wives that roamed around them. Piper and Jenny indulged in their amusement, gaggling like schoolchildren while Nick sighed—but even he was cracking a grin. More laughter and jokes flowed between the four, more so as a passing waiter handed each a glass of sparkling champagne. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Madelyn sensed the spark of normalcy returning. Just a glimmer beyond the lingering sorrow, but it was there, a warm little spot of hope.

“You gonna keep me hidden up here all-night Nicky boy?” Jenny suddenly teased, stepping back to gesture over her outfit. “I didn’t get all dressed up for nothin’”

He chuckled, taking both of their glasses and depositing them on the balcony. “If I’m not back before midnight, check for my corpse on the dancefloor.”

Piper shouted over the railing as the couple descended, garnering the attention of passersby’s once more. “Yours or McDonough’s?”

“You know, he ain’t that easy to kill,” a sultry drawl called from behind them and simultaneously the women turned to look at the man who was sauntering towards them. Tall and lean, with combed back blonde hair, eyes so dark they almost seemed black. He was wearing a well-tailored suit with a red tie, a golden pin on his lapel with tiny embossed letters—of the people, for the people. He flashed a wide, toothy grin. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

It was easy for Madelyn to note the shift in Piper’s expression—she recognized this person and the realization excited her head to toe. The reporter practically beamed as she extended her hand, quickly switching to interviewing mode. “Mister McDonough, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Piper Wright with Publick Occurrences—”

“Mister McDonough is that sleazeball over there,” he pointed downstairs to where the mayor was boasting near the stage in front of a large crowd of spectators. He took Piper’s hand, shaking it once before lifting it to his lips in some old-fashioned show of flattery. “I’m just regular ol’ John McDonough. But you can call me Hancock.”

Madelyn chuckled, gaining his attention. She thought back to Piper’s previous remarks about the younger McDonough’s plans to overthrow the mayoral seat. “You can’t win an election under a moniker.”

“Who says I’m going to wait that long?” he asked, avoiding her comment. “I’m inspiring the people, making them realize he’s not the same man they voted for in ’55. Boston is under a chokehold of crime and corruption and they don’t even know it. It should be of the people, for the people, ya dig?”

“I dig,” Madelyn humored him, but as his fevered words settled in her mind, she realized he had a point. She wondered why Nick was nervous about his actions. It was her turn to introduce herself, slipping her hand into Hancock’s momentarily when he offered. He seemed to know that a kiss to the back of her knuckles was not the wisest choice. “Miss Hardy,” she greeted politely. “When did you start your…movement?”

“Fought in the war overseas and came back disillusioned with the government and the establishment,” Hancock interlaced his hands as he spoke. “Guy was already rubbing elbows, buying favors to climb his way up the ivory tower, ensuring his winning ticket to the state house. At first he offered me a seat on his counsel but there was no way he’d ever adopt my progressive views. Feeding the hungry? More money for our schools? No, my own brother kicked me out, so I’ve been fighting the man ever since.”

Piper was nodding—of course she agreed with the plight to help the little people and anyone who worked to accomplish these goals was good in her book. Madelyn, however, was skeptical of anyone who talked too fast with too wide of a smile—she chalked it up to working in a proverbial shark-tank of lawyers.

Hancock noted her uncertainty with a smirk, spreading his hands in a wave. “But enough grandiose monologue, we’re here to have a good time, aren’t we?” He offered a hand to both her and Piper. “Would either of you ladies care for a dance?”

Madelyn silently deferred to Piper but extended the smooth-talking man a small grin. “I’ll have to give you a rain-check.”

“I’ll hold you to it, sister.”

Alone on the balcony, Madelyn overlooked the couples dancing in the hall below, slowing as a female voice crooned out Dream a Little Dream of Me. It was typical in these quiet moments that her mind drifted and that night was no different, her thoughts instantly filled of the last time she had danced with Nate. But she wasn’t melancholy, despite the tightness in her chest as she slowly swayed to the music, content to watch her friends.

“Ma’am.”

Madelyn was about to dismiss the waiter, showing off her half-full glass when she noted he was delivering something else, quickly passing off a folded note before rushing off. She turned on her heel to watch him go but lost him in the crowd, a mix of confusion and panic settling in her gut. What was happening? A phone-call? Telegram? The only people she knew in Boston, let alone cared about were right there in that room. Madelyn’s suspicion only grew when she unfolded the message, looking over the four words typed on the parchment.

You can’t trust everyone.

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The Others (11)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ]

Warning: The entire chapter is a flashback to 17 years ago when they first met/dated. There will be some suggestive content.

“Welcome- oh it’s you again Mr. Lee.” You smiled widely at the charismatic man that had earned you a big commission on multiple occasions. He was young, handsome, and rich- a triple threat. On top of it all, he seemed easy to talk to despite the overwhelming gap in status between you two.

“I told you to call me Joonkyung,” he reminded you with a smile of his own. This was his third time at the jewelry store that month. He hardly had time to spare on shopping, more importantly, there was a limit to how much jewelry he could buy but he somehow found the time and space to visit the same shop. It was easy when you were there.

Dok2 had been unable to forget you.

He stayed awake at night thinking about the genuine hardworking young woman that helped him pick out his wife’s anniversary gift.

The shop was relatively lonely with only you and the security guard out on the shop floor while the store’s manager resided in the back office. The counters lined with shining diamonds and sterling silver couldn’t compare to your beauty.

Behind the counter, you subtly slipped back into your heels gaining a couple inches of height. It was tiring standing around most of the day in an empty shop. Jewelry wasn’t a fast-moving item allowing periods of silence at the time.

“What can I help you with today?”

“My wife’s birthday is coming up.”

“And you came to get her another pretty piece,” you sighed. This man never held back for his wife. You figured he was deeply in love with her since he had gotten married at a young age. “She’s so lucky~”

Dok2 chuckled at your exasperated sigh. In previous talks, you declared yourself the most unromantic woman on Earth. “I thought you didn’t believe in marriage.”

“Do you know how many engagement rings get returned? Love is such a foreign concept to me.” You leaned over the counter resting your elbows on the glass and your chin in the palms of your hands. All the while you wondered what twist of fate had to occur for you to experience the devotion of a man who loved you as much as Mr. Lee loved his wife.

It was too late for him to confide in you, to tell you that he too knew nothing about love. On day one you managed to sweep him into conversation. Almost immediately making him out to be something he wasn’t.

He did not know what love was.

Nonetheless, he congratulated himself for playing his role as husband well enough for you to believe he cared about his wife.

Unfortunately, that backfired the day he realized he was more than a little interested in you.

That year, on Valentine’s Day...

Joonkyung popped into the store seeing a vast increase of shoppers. His eyes scanned the vicinity looking for your beautiful smile. It hadn’t been long since his last visit but he missed you. The sound of your voice alone brought a sense of peace he could not find anywhere else.

When he found you there was a couple across from you asking to see nearly every heart-shaped necklace the store carried. They were gushing and cooing at each other as you forced yourself to smile. He knew it was not genuine after receiving his fair share.

“Welcome sir, may I assist you this evening?”

Another female employee of the store that he had never seen before approached him. She was younger, wearing a regular uniform unlike yours. You were now the store’s manager allowing you to wear what you pleased as long as it didn’t hinder the shop’s image.

“I want to see the manager.”

“Oh,” the girl panicked thinking there was some sort of problem. “I’ll get her right away.” She scurried off after politely bowing and asking him to wait, dodging the patrons and calling you aside to let you know of his request.

When you looked out into the store you found Joonkyung staring in your direction. The first meeting of your eyes had the corners of your lips rising into your first smile of the eventful day.

Christmas, New Year’s, and now Valentine’s... this man had class. Mr. Lee had single-handedly caused your promotion. Your sales kept increasing making you stand out to the corporation that owned the store.

You instructed her to take over for you with the couple while you attended to your special customer.

“Joonkyung, I knew you would come in eventually.”

“Hello Y/N,” indeed he had worked hard to get on a first-name basis with you. He never missed an opportunity to call your name.

There was no need for questions on a day like this. You took him directly to the silver jewelry his wife seemed to favor. There were a few new pieces that came just in time for the holiday.

He followed you but he wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying. His mind wasn’t on the jewelry but on the woman handling it.

“This one has been selling very well-”

“What do you like?” Dok2 thought it was now or never. If he waited any longer he would be unable to hold back. He knew for a fact that you didn’t have a boyfriend but that could change any moment. “What would you expect from your boyfriend?”

You put down the pendant in your hand and instead pulled out a simple thin necklace with an equally delicate and small diamond hanging in the middle.

“That?” Dok2 questioned in disbelief. He was expecting you to pull out some rare expensive items from the back that you only showed him and the other big spenders.

You nodded innocently, “Don’t judge me but I’m not into the flashy pieces like you are. I prefer smaller items that can go unnoticed if one does not look hard enough.”

He agreed, sometimes the best things were those that nearly slipped your fingers.

"Although I wouldn’t expect such a gift on Valentine’s day from a boyfriend.”

“I’ll buy it for you.”

“Wh-what?” You thought you heard wrong at first but when he handed you his card you realized how serious he was being. “You’re serious?”

He nodded, “I’ve been meaning to give you something for a while now.”

You stood up straight your eyes shifting to see if anyone had heard the exchange. Your fingertips turned white as you tightened your hold on his card. Perhaps you were reading too much into it?

“Why would you give me something so expensive- why give me something at all?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

\\\

Looking around your new surroundings made everything seem so unreal. The condo was huge, too big for a single occupant. You walked about noticing every detail of luxury that had gone into it.

“I definitely can’t afford this kind of place.” You returned to his side hoping he would take you to a much more affordable area. This side of the city itself was known for being costly.

“But do you like it?”

“Who wouldn’t.”

“Then it’s yours.” Dok2 held your hand opening it to place a key flat in your palm.

You were stunned, unable to say much but to protest against it. “I can’t accept this.”

He smirked recalling the first time he tried giving you something. That necklace you wore daily, the one he bought for you on Valentine’s day. “That’s what you said about the necklace”

“I also said that we should stop seeing each other.” It hurt to remember that this was an affair now that you were developing stronger feelings towards him. For six months you enjoyed your meetings with Joonkyung but the moral dilemma weighed heavy on you the more you stuck around.

Dok2 wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in towards him. His lips hovered over yours allowing you to feel the warmth of his breath.

“We both know you don’t mean that.”

He leaned forward meeting your soft lips with his. Dok2 had made up his mind to pursue you. There was something about you that had him laying awake at night. A feeling of regret, as if he had to be with you or he would be losing out on something.

You gasped when his tongue slid across your bottom lip but quickly recovered from it. “Joonkyu-” He wouldn’t allow you to speak or to part ways. He reclaimed your lips, slid his hands lower until one of them pulled your thigh up to his hip.

Once again you gasped, this time he took the chance to slip his tongue past your lips.

His actions had you holding onto him for dear life. You noticed this before but you were always surprised by his aggressive acts of dominance. The more you protested, the harder he tried to coax your honest feelings to come out.

Joonkyung was a confident man. He knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Be honest,” Joonkyung smirked seeing your flushed and gasping for air. “Do you want me?”

You looked away embarrassed. “What kind of question-”

He latched his lips onto your neck leaving a trail of kisses that elicited your involuntary moaning. He did not appreciate the way you dodged his question with another question.

“Answer me.”

You didn’t know what was wrong with you. The way he demanded things turned you on making it harder for you to deny him.

“You’re married Joonkyung.”

He would be the death of you.

\\\

Dok2 pulled you in closer never taking his hands off of you the entire night. It was a stark contrast to the way he slept with his wife. They shared a bed but he kept to his side while she did the same.

The first night you slept with him it was a night of discovery for Joonkyung. You had clung to him, something he found oddly alluring. It seemed you were only honest in your sleep- seeking him out. Then every morning you awoke pulling away to cover up.

When your eyes fluttered open you looked up to catch a glimpse of his playful smirk. Once again you had given in to this man. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

"You’re really beautiful in the morning.”

You turned your back to him hiding your quickly reddening face.

Dok2 laughed before pulling you back towards him. “You always do that.” He kissed your shoulder trying to dissipate your embarrassment. “There’s no need to hide from me. I like seeing your reactions.”

“Shut up,..” you muttered becoming extremely aware of the fact that you were both still very naked under the thin sheet. “And don’t move.”

He laughed some more.

“Don’t you want to do it once more before I leave?”

“No,” you lied already feeling the heat take over your body. He was the first person to ever make you feel the so-called butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Joonkyung whispered in your ear.

When you looked back Joonkyung took the opportunity to steal a kiss. His lips lightly pressed against yours easing you into a deeper kiss. He just couldn’t get enough. Your lips lured him in weather they were curved up in a smile or pressed tightly in a line of disappointment.

He never knew he could enjoy someone’s company like this.

\\\

“Don’t think about it too much.”

All you could do was think of the consequences your relationship with Joonkyung would have. But, for some reason, it seemed you were the only one who would get hurt.

His wife was pregnant...

Perhaps you had gotten your hopes up. You had thought that because he had you, his relationship with his wife was over. Suddenly your chest felt heavy, empty- void of everything.

Wer you expecting him to leave his wife for you one day?

You were upset.

You were confused.

It wasn’t till this moment you realized what kind of relationship this was. You were a mistress that could be tossed aside. Not once had Joonkyung suggested otherwise.

“Until the baby is born I’ll have to spend more time at home.”

There it was, the first signs of abandonment. You wanted to say something but you had no right. If only he could say something to put your heart at ease.

You loved Joonkyung but-

“I understand,” you did your best to smile.

Joonkyung noticed it was not a genuine smile but said nothing. He went about the condo treating it as his home.

If only he could say he loved you.

If only you could hear him say that word once...

-end-

A/N: I wanted you all to see and know a little bit more about their relationship since I noticed I didn’t say too much about it in the first installment.

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So Fluffy It Hurts - Starker Week (Day Four)

Summary: For @starkerweek Day Four’s prompt: So Fluffy It Hurts. I give you Peter’s attempt to find a way to please the man who has everything with an extra special anniversary present.

There was one major downfall to falling in love with a billionaire…buying them gifts for special occasions was utterly impossible. A man worth more than the Gross Domestic Product of most developing nations could afford to buy himself anything and everything he wanted. What was worse, he did. It didn’t matter how many time Tony told Peter that he didn’t care about gifts and not to spend so much time worrying about them, Peter did worry. He worried all the time. The worry began months before the holiday. Peter began wracking his brain for Christmas before the leaves had begun to change color. He fretted about Valentines Day while most people were hard at work on Halloween costumes. He agonized over Tony’s birthday as he was taking down Christmas lights, and he lost sleep over their anniversary while the windows were still crusted over by a layer of ice and snow.

It was Ned who presented the solution to Peter’s problem. Dear, sweet, wonderful Ned. “Peter, if you’re that worried about it…why don’t you ask Tony if he’d mind if you two made your own gifts this year. You know, cause then you can be crafty and he’ll have to be crafty too and you won’t have to worry about finding him something he doesn’t have or competing with his grand romantic gestures.”

Peter had wanted to kiss Ned. He didn’t, but he wanted to. It was the answer to all of his problems, and if it worked for their Anniversary, he was going to insist on it being the new Stark-Parker family tradition.

Tony had laughed at the suggestion, though he’d sobered up soon enough upon realizing that Peter was serious about the suggestion. With a grimace, he’d agreed. “Fine, I’ll only give you an anniversary present that I make with my own two hands.”

Peter’s first mistake was not paying attention to semantics. The way Tony worded his promise had been vital to the gift giving scheme, but Peter had been so happy with his solution that he just hadn’t stopped to think about how Tony had phrased his promise.

His second mistake was not realizing the true scope of what the man could make with his own two hands…

He realized both mistakes when he was presented with his gift.

“Oh. My. God.” Peter nearly dropped the package, whirling around to stare at Tony before returning to the box. “It’s not…not really, right? I mean…no…no way…no…you didn’t…oh my god.”

Tony chuckled, “I mean…I can’t really market the things because of copyright infringement and I did have to install a few safety parameters so you didn’t cute your hand off, but yeah…one working light saber. Or, at least, the best I can approximate with the human and alien tech at my disposal. You like?”

“I love! But Tony…we were supposed to make our gifts!”

“I made that. With my own two hands. Just like I said I would.”

Peter scowled, looking down at the present he had placed in Tony’s lap and instantly regretting his gift. “Tony, I need that back…you can’t…”

“Can’t open it? I assure you, Peter, I fully intend to open this.”

“No, but, it’s not…it’s stupid. You can’t. Tony please give it back…” Peter reached out for it desperately, trying to snatch it away with superhuman reflexes but Tony seemed utterly determined to open it.

Turning a thousand shades of pink, Peter sank into the couch and pulled a cushion over to put in front of his face. “Okay…fine…just…just get over with.”

Tony opened the package slowly, pealing the red and gold paper away to reveal a think shirt box. Nestled within that was a portrait sized picture frame containing a single piece of carefully lettered paper that proclaimed:

13 Reasons That I Will Always Love You

1. You make me laugh. 2. You’re actually as good looking as you think you are. (Don’t make me regret putting that in writing.) 3. You’re willing to die for people you love…and people, you don’t. (But don’t die, please.) 4. You keep my feet warm at night better than any blanket or pair of socks I’ve ever owned. Ever. 5. You’re a genius, but you still let me feel smart sometimes even though I know I’ll never compare to you. 6. You eat May’s cooking and pretend it’s good even though we all know it sucks. (Even May). 7. Even though you told me that the Baby Monitor Protocol was no longer a thing, I know you just hid it and gave it another name in the coding…and that’s okay because it means you worry about me and want to make sure I’m safe and that’s sweet. (But also, stop it. Seriously.) 8. You try very hard to get along with my friends. (You let MJ rail at you about the 1% and how evil capitalism is and how you’re part of the problem and not the solution and you always act like she’s making valid points and she may be making you see the light You don’t complain when Ned comes to visit and we dork out about Star Wars or superheros or whatever. It’s nice. I appreciate it.) 9. You let me hold you after you have nightmares or panic attacks. (I know it makes you feel vulnerable and you hate that, but you’ll be vulnerable for me. Just for me. That makes me feel…needed.) 10. You comfort me when I have nightmares or panic attacks. (You hold me and let me feel vulnerable because you’re needed, too.) 11. You remember the littlest things. (Like what flavor of ice cream my parents would always buy me at Coney Island, basically my only real memory of them, and you surprise me with those little things when I absolutely need them the most.) 12. You understand me. (I think you’re the only person in the whole world that can, actually.) 13. You let me hand you things. (Don’t think I don’t know what a big deal that is, Mister.)

Peter didn’t move, burying his face in the couch cushion as he waited for Tony to read the paper. When he felt like enough time had passed and he hadn’t heard Tony laughing at his pathetic attempt at gift giving compared to a literal working light saber, Peter dropped the cushion into his lap and hazarded a glance at his husband. What he saw shocked him to his very core.

Tony was crying. Holding the gift and actually crying.

Grinning with a new self confidence, Peter lobbed the cushion in Tony’s direction. “I win! And we are totally doing this form now on!”

#starker #starker week 2019 #fluffy starker

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