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thefallons · 4 years

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getaway club | scotia, callum&bristol

Bristol Overgaard fiddled with the tie, high on his collar as he trekked further away from the lavish outdoor wedding reception than he guessed most of the guests of the night would. Drink in hand, he simply needed a moment away from the aristocratic company that the Vogel family kept, just a few moments of solitude, and then he would be alright to return to Sven’s side, armed with a polite smile and copious amounts of small talk.

As he rounded towards a large tree close to the lakeside, Bristol heard the laughter of two men who soon came into his line of vision. Scotia Fallon and Callum D’Angelo, both dressed to the nines as Bristol himself was, leaned against the tree, cups in hand, though nearly empty. When they noticed Bristol, they exchanged glances in a pause of amusement and then chuckled.

“Ah, we were wondering how long it would take you to wander off for your first time,” Scotia, a decade long veteran in the Vogel family, said, waving Bristol closer. “Come on, come on, you’re safe here, son,” He reached down to the half-empty bottle of wine nestled in the grass by his feet and unscrewed the top to pour a copious amount into Brisol’s cup as soon as the man approached.

“I’m a little offended that you guys have a getaway club and didn’t invite me,” Bristol said slowly, taking in the scene unfolding before him.

Callum, who had only a handful fewer years of experience with the family that brought them together, answered that time, “The club does not come to you, you come to the club. Just as I wandered one day into Scotia drinking wine straight out of the bottle in the woods during a family gathering, you too had to find us. It’s tradition.” There was a slight smirk on his lips as he clearly teased the youngest among them.

“Okay,” Bristol chuckled, as he watched Scotia turn the bottle of wine towards Callum, who shook his head. Scotia only shrugged and added more to his own cup and Bristol’s smile grew a hair. “I guess that’s a fair initiation. Makes me feel a little better that I’m not the only one that low-key doesn’t wanna be at all the social engagements involved in being a well-standing Vogel.”

“Oh, it is not low-key,” Callum snorted. “Like-” he turned to Scotia, “What did you do to convince Charlie to come to this?”

Scotia smirked around the rim of his glass, “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, D’Angelo.”

Callum put his hands up in surrender right away. Though Emma kept him just as much on his toes as he was sure Charlie kept Scotia, Callum was, by nature, significantly less vocal about it. And he was perfectly alright not knowing the details of his brother’s best friend’s sex life too.

“What about you?” Scotia raised a brow, “How’d you get Emma to agree to come to this stuffy periodic wedding?”

Callum sighed, “I signed a written and magically binding contract to do the dishes for the next month.” To which Scotia instantly sputtered out a laugh, “Wow, even wizardry doesn’t make you immune to hand wash only products huh?”

“Nope.”

As interested as Bristol was in simply observing the dynamic which he had stumbled upon, he finally interjected into the conversation, “Wait, if Charlie and Emma didn’t even want to come to this why didn’t you two just bail with them? Why convince them to come here tonight in the first place?”

Scotia and Callum exchanged glances once again, bemused as two people who had commiserated together for six years now.

“Why?” Scotia laughed softly before taking a long sip of his drink, “For your man of course.”

And Callum added easily, “Sven is too set in his shoes to say no to an invite like this but we all know he wants out.”

Scotia put on a mocking grumpy old man voice for his next statement, “And in this house, we don’t abandon family.” He laughed and added, “Usually we draw straws to see who’s going to get belligerently drunk and require the rest of our doting attention to make it home safely. But with the way Charlie started as soon as we got here, I think our choice for tonight is clear.”

Callum shrugged, “We keep hoping they’ll stop inviting us to these things and Sven by proxy but…” he clicked his teeth, “No such luck yet.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Scotia said, reaching to clink his glass with Bristol’s, which had been held slack the entire time he stood before there, as he’d been too busy taking in what he’d apparently been missing out on for the last few months. “At least give our guy here a few more distant cousin weddings full of free fancy food and drinks before we get banned for life, yeah?”

Callum just chuckled and shook his head, taking a sip of his own drink for the first time since Bristol had joined them.

Still taken aback seeing the sheer seamless rapport between the two men, Bristol opened his mouth to comment on it all when none other than Sven himself appeared in their space. Looking confused and even a bit perplexed, Sven glanced between each of the three men leaning by the tree and asked, “What are all of you doing here?”

To which Scotia, who had clearly had more than one drink that evening, raised his glass slightly and quipped, “Hiding, darling.”

Callum snickered and only made half an attempt to hide it behind his glass.

Sven spared Callum a glance but pointed his priority to Scotia, “Well, Charles is out there making a fool of himself so I’d suggest that you-“

But before Sven could finish his thought, Scotia and Callum were already brushing past Sven quickly.

“Ah, the party’s started!” Scotia could be heard as he rushed by, with an addition of Callum saying, “If you want to stay in the club, Bristol, you’d best come along.”

Now it was time for Sven and Bristol to exchange glances. Sven couldn’t help but wonder when his partner had become friends with those two- and eyeing the bottle of wine on the ground he wondered if they were being a bad influence on Bristol. Was there cause for him to intervene in whatever shenanigans his boyfriend was being wrapped into? He didn’t have too much time to think on it as Bristol merely shrugged at him and took off after the departed men.

“We’re doing this for you, babe! Come on!” was all he called back before disappearing around the bend.

#I've given you nothing but unbridled and gut crushing angst for days so here have this good time lmfao when I pictured this I just had to #write it out and the more I wrote the more I realized how interesting Scotia and Callum's relationship is?? I think Callum really just #needed an older brother who wasn't a cocky asshole like Dex lmfao like maybe he would've loosened up a little sooner in life if Dex was a #little more compassionate in his youth. I DIGRESS THIS IS A FUN SLAPSTICK DRABBLE I DON'T EVEN CARE IF THINGS IN THE WORLD WOULDN'T ALIGN #FOR THIS TO HAPPEN I PICTURED IT AND HAD TO SHARE THE IMAGE AND LAUGHS LMAO #c: Scotia Fallon #c: Callum D'Angelo #c: Bristol Overgaard #o: Sven Vogel #my writing #jfc what's my drabble tag here we go #drabble #???#I had wanted to write these three for such a long time and couldn't think of a scenario and then this hit me?? And I love it???#It's set a few months after brisven gets together but assuming all goes well Scotia will have been with Charlie for almost 10yrs and Callum #with Emma for around 6 nBD NBD #Bristol forever and always being the baby in everything lmfao #canon

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sadserotonin · 3 years

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For Ilya/Dex: “I’m not supposed to have chocolate before dinner.”

“You didn’t hear this from me but fuck the rules. Little bit of chocolate never killed anybody.”

#I CAN ALREADY HEAR LYLA SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE LIKE DAD YOU SIMPLY CANNOT #ILYA DID NOT STOP SAYING FUCK THE RULES FOR LIKE A WEEK STRAIGHT #IM LAUGHIN SO HARD #WHY DID ANYBODY LET DEX WATCH THIS CHILD UNSUPERVISED WHERE WAS SVEN #TO REGULATE HIS MONSTER OF A HUSBAND #c: Dexter D'Angelo #Dex x Ilya #o: Ilya Eklund D'Angelo #god are they eklund d'angelos or d'angelo eklunds im-#family: D'Angelos #cm #cadetgray #verse: Canon

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thedangelos · 4 years

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take me home | dex & sven (spy au)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thedangelos · 4 years

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

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

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

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

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

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thedangelos · 4 years

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one day at a time | callum d’angelo (real canon)

Callum wakes up with a sharp inhale. The very first thought to cross his mind is that it’s bright. The bedroom he shares with his girlfriend has blackout curtains; it’s never this bright in their apartment. Callum lifts his head despite the protests of the stiffness in his neck and it’s this cursory glance that reminds him- he’s in his office.

His sense of touch prompts him to look to the side. There, he sees Banjo licking at his hand, requesting his attentiveness being that he is her primary caretaker now.

On this particular morning, the thought of being the dog’s sole provider is what reminds Callum, exactly 30 seconds after gaining consciousness for the day: She is gone.

“Hi Jojo,” he whispers as he turns onto his side, eyes on the beautiful old dog who begins lapping at his cheeks next. It’s what makes him get up and start his day despite feeling as though a boulder is sitting on top of his chest. Banjo needs him.

By the time they’re on the busy city street, a block from his glass box of an office building, Callum is as polished as ever. He’s just another man in the crowd until Banjo nudges at his leg and he looks to her.

“Do we have a problem, Miss?” He asks, reaching down to her. His chuckle and rowdy pets work her up to a trot and Callum easily follows, jogging at her side as he asks her if she thinks she can outrun him.

“Impossible,” he tells her, “I may be a suit but I’m nothing if not a fit suit!”

Banjo speaks back to him and his laughter drowns out his awareness of people staring.

Callum’s stomach growls as he sits in court an hour later. He clears his throat and flattens his tie over the sound, glancing at the cup of coffee, from which he’d only taken two sips all morning. It isn’t a breakfast of champions, but it’s the most he can manage without enduring bouts of nausea these days.

He rises to his feet as the judge enters the room and takes a deep breath to center himself into the present moment. But as soon as he’s sitting again, his knee bounces under the table and his mind drifts back to his office. He can’t remember if he filled Banjo’s water dish before he left for this hearing and for a second he considers discreetly texting his assistant to check in with the dog earlier than scheduled.

Will his assistant do an adequate job of meeting Banjo’s needs anyway? The intern doesn’t know Banjo like he does and it consumes him to think that the dog might be in any kind of distress.

The din in Callum’s mind quiets along with the cool afternoon breeze when he walks Banjo next. His tie is loosened around his neck the way he’d been itching to make it from the moment he left the courthouse and this time, he and Banjo don’t converse as much. She leaves him be so he can mentally prepare himself for the evening ahead of them.

It’s a curse that Dex is incapable of taking no for an answer. Callum must have told his brother at least 10 times he was busy and each time, Dex called his bluff and remained firm on his dinner invitation. Walking into Dex’s fully furnished, warmly lit house takes the oxygen out of Callum’s lungs, but he pushes a smile to his face as he’s hugged by his brother and brother-in-law anyway. He hands them a pie he picked up from the store not five minutes ago, before a much smaller hand closes around his. He’s tugged with insistence because Lyla has, “a ton of new stuffed animals! Maybe 50!” to show him.

Callum glances back at Banjo before his niece pulls him around the corner because Koda has gotten rough with her on occasion before. Dex needs to train that damn dog better.

Callum is aware of his breathing during dinner. He looks around the table to whoever is speaking, keeping up his smile, which is only small because most of his energy is put into thinking loudly to himself, in, out, in, out. In and…

Dex and Sven have been maintaining their distance from each other more than usual, Callum notices not long after they sit at the table. Even during somber times in the past, those two have always presented clearly as a team, so truly in love, it was almost insufferable. Callum doesn’t want them to pretend for his sake; he lowers his eyes a few times so if they want to, they can hold hands over the table as they often do when they’re out together.

They don’t take the opportunity but the one time Sven brushes a hand tenderly across his husband’s shoulders, checking to see if Dex is done with his plate before taking it, Callum feels ablaze with jealousy. Sven chose Dex. Sven chose Dex.

Sven chose Dex.

Callum calls it a night the moment it’s socially acceptable to do so following dinner. But as he’s leashing Banjo by the door, Dex begins to put his shoes on as well. He insists on seeing to it that Callum makes it home alright. Knowing to pick and choose his battles with his older brother, Callum gives in to appeasing him on this. If Dex needs the peace of mind to know he isn’t simply going back to work to slave away again till the morning then so be it.

They’re quiet on the car ride, save Banjo’s panting in the back seat and Callum wouldn’t have it any other way. They hug their goodbyes at the front door of the apartment building and Dex even gives Callum a sturdy kiss on the cheek, imploring him to take care of himself. But it isn’t enough, nothing is enough to keep Callum from calling a cab the moment Dex is out of earshot.

Callum lets out a deep sigh when he lays on his office sofa once more, 18 hours later than the last time. He shifts to give Banjo more room when she hops onto the sofa and sprawls her body out against the length of his back. In the dark, his eyes find the large, empty bed he’d purchased for her a month ago but he’s grateful she prefers to be by him anyway.

Tomorrow will be a new day, but what it contains will not be and Callum knows it. When he finally closes his eyes, it’s involuntary and out of sheer necessity.

#THE WAY THIS DRABBLE /KNOCKED/ THE BREATH OUT OF ME GOD HOW IS CALLUM GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS HOW IS HE GOING TO BE WHEN SHE COMES BACK #LIKE HE'S GOTTEN SO USED TO THIS STATE OF BEING IN THE LAST MONTH HE'S A MESS. HE MIGHT BE MORE OF A MESS NOW THAN HE WAS BEFORE HE MET EMMA #IM GENUINELY YELLING #Doing the RC timeline ruined me having to relive how deeply and genuinely he opened up to her in the two years they were together I'm-#HOW IS HE GOING TO COME BACK FROM THIS HOW IS HE GOING TO COME BACK FROM THIS #I ALWAYS PANIC ABOUT HOW THINGS ARE GONNA WORK OUT BUT SVEX ALWAYS FINDS A WAY TO SHUT US UP SO HERE IS ME SENDING A PRAYER OUT INTO THE SKY #THAT CALLEMMA FINDS A WAY TO SHUT US UP TOO IM WHEEZING #c: Callum (Real Canon)#c: Dex (Real Canon)#c: Lyla (Real Canon)#o: Emma (Real Canon)#my writing #drabble #Real Canon #is this the christening of the real canon tag have i really written nothing for this verse yet I'm #o: Sven D'Angelo

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thedangelos · 4 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thedangelos · 4 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'd better."

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thedangelos · 3 years

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“I'll fall for you every single time. No matter what happens, I'll find my way back to you. I swear what I feel for you is real and I will love you whether it's right or wrong, you're the one who has my soul."

[ For the celestially bonded, who go against all odds to be together time and time again, whether they’re given a second chance to do things right earlier in life, spy partners, kings of different lands, a human and android, neurally linked jaeger pilots, a former businessman and a current one, a doctor and a surgeon, two boys who grow into men together, a mobster and a trust fund brat with poor timing, two jaded old men that have only made mistakes, young and capable of accessing visions of all these worlds-

Or just two wizards, living parallel to one another until they realize they’re each other’s one and only, now and forevermore. ]

#me@4am: i should sleep #me@4am after being active on dex all day: MAKE A SVEX MOODBOARD SCREAM #me trying to remember what my life was for 24yrs without svex bc it simply does not make sense #THEY ARE COMPLETION THEY ARE HAPPINESS AND SADNESS AND THE JOY OF FALLING IN LOVE OVER AND OVER LIKE EVERY TIME IS THE FIRST TIME GOOODDD #THERE ARE NO WORDS #I'd been meaning to do this for a while and it was SO hard deciding what to include and to cut I have so much stuff that's just sitting #around as extras. I considered doing one of just photos and one of just greys anatomy quotes for ER THE POSSIBILITIES WITH THEM ARE SIMPLY #ENDLESS BYE #peep me just emo forever bYE #c: Dexter D'Angelo #o: Sven Vogel #svex

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thedangelos · 4 years

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to have and to hold | lyla ➢ nils (canon)

Lyla was blinded.

By the sunlight in Nils’s hair, brightening his eyes, brushing his skin. By how his shoulders filled his suit and his bow tie had become just a little crooked. He was perfect this way and she felt her ears warm from the sheer crush she had on her soon-to-be-husband.

She only turned away from him to the sound of her name, still smiling as she faced Milo Ëklund, uncle on most days but beloved officiant today.

Lyla nodded to him as he prompted her to speak her piece but turned right back to the man in front of her after.

“I’d say I was the luckiest girl in the world to be standing here with you right now,” she began, chin tipped up so she could look into Nils’s eyes. “But luck had nothing to do with how we got here.”

“The truth is we chose each other and we did everything we could to stay by each other’s sides after that. We chose each other over and over and over and over.”

Lyla paused for a moment, just as she had rehearsed it in front of the mirror and to Nils’s very best man time and time again.

She took a breath. “And today I choose you again. I choose you to be my partner in life, in love, in mischief, in the saddest times and the happiest times. I choose you to be with me on the days we have to make hard choices and the ones where all the pieces of our puzzle just fall together.”

“I choose you and our family and the life we’re going to have together.” Lyla brought a hand to his cheek, her head tilting slightly to the side in affection.

“Nils,” her voice was breathless as she said his name, “you are so loved. And I choose, right here and right now, to remind you of that every single day for the rest of our lives.”

Though she neared the conclusion, Lyla wished she could keep going simply to see him continue smiling so. Her grin blossomed into a soft chuckle, “Deal?”

#HONESTLY NOT THIS BECOMING A SERIES BC I COULDN'T STOP THINKING OF ALL MY CHARACTERS APPROACH TO THIS SCENARIO all our characters get #married we're suckers like this lmfao but also the way i was going to do Dex@Sven next and legit had to stop in the middle of that bc I #TEARED UP I irl teared up and had to swITCH GEARS AND THIS WAS BORN INSTEAD AND MADE MY CHEST BLOSSOM WITH HAPPINESS AND LOVE AND TEARS OF A #DIFFERENT BRAND #never forget the way angelund came out of nowhere and swept into our hearts and never left i cry daily #c: Lyla St.Clair D'Angelo #o: Nils Eklund Vogel #angelund #my writing #drabble #I changed the title of the other one bC I NEEDED THE SERIES TITLES TO MATCH #I'LL LINK THEM TO EACH OTHER EVENTUALLY WHEEZE #But also me laughing at Lyla's pretty words realizing THIS IS DEXTER D'ANGELO'S DAUGHTER OF COURSE SHE COULD BE A LETTER WRITE TOO LMAO #canon

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thedangelos · 3 years

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traditions | dex&sven (canon)

Somehow, Sven was under the impression that as he got older, Christmas mornings would grow quieter. But at this point in his life, an energetic husband, who always riled up his usually mild-mannered son, paired with his chipper daughter-in-law, were now replaced by Dexter D’Angelo. And tame moments with Dex were arbitrary at best.

Now, Sven’s morning started with the sound of his partner singing Stand By Me loudly in the shower. He padded through the house that once belonged to Dex, but now properly, legally, to them both, almost as though he didn’t have a choice but to interrupt the private concert.

“Shut up.” Sven’s chuckle was a rumble as he stepped into the shower, pressing his lips to Dex’s wet shoulder, knowing full well that his partner would simply take his words as an invitation to crowd him against the shower wall and serenade him directly between kisses.

Sven could never help his smiles when he was assaulted with the full force of Dex’s affection in such a way. They were grins and warm touches and bursting fondness and Sven felt more and more grateful for the things that led his life to this every day.

Eventually, they made their way downstairs, though not quite ready for social venturing just yet. At their age, there was a bliss in seeing their grandchildren open presents with reckless abandon, gathered altogether in Lyla and Nils’s house along with the rest of their band of friends. They’d been celebrating together as a family for so long that they had their elaborate secret Santa drawings down to a science. So long that at this point in their friendships, even Bristol and Linus would’ve been invited, had they not already planned a trip to Prague with Hunter for Christmas that year.

But before they joined the noise of grandchildren and a little too much spiked eggnog, Dex and Sven always sat huddled together around their own small, modest tree. They loved to give to one another in more than one way and loved, even more, to steal away moments for their own.

It wasn’t so much about getting each other fancy presents suiting the other’s tastes as it had been with their previous significant others. One year, Dex had wrapped Sven’s favorite coffee mug, which the older hadn’t been able to use in nearly a month thanks to it consistently being dirty from the only other occupant of the house. Needless to say, when it came to them, it was more about those grins and warm touches and bursting fondness than anything else.

This year, Sven picked up the first thing from under the tree that wasn’t a product of his own perfect, detail-oriented wrapping, and of course, there was a card with it. One with Dex’s lovely handwriting covering both halves of the inside and the entire back. Sven wasn’t sure how the younger managed to find new words to express his admiration year after year for several holidays in between and sometimes without the excuse of one, but he never grew tired of it. In fact, he was more and more excited to know how much Dex loved him each time. At first, Sven held the card open in front of his face, brows furrowed in concentration for a few seconds before his face dispelled into childish giggles.

It prompted a look of confusion out of Dex, who was sure his deeply genuine words left little to no room for laughs. But then realization struck him and he deadpanned, “You don’t have your glasses, do you?”

Sven’s chuckles spilled into laughter and unable to make a single word out on the card at his age no matter the distance he held it from his face, he admitted, “I don’t, no.”

Dex rolled his eyes as he chucked a bit of balled up wrapping paper towards his one and only, who barely ducked out of its way. “Listen, I am absolutely sure everything this says is beautiful and will have my whole heart when I make it back upstairs,” Sven beamed as he leaned forward for a kiss, one the younger would never deny. Dex’s smiled upon Sven’s lips and even reached a hand to grip Sven’s collar loosely.

It wasn’t relevant to the conversation at hand, but still, he mumbled between them an amused, “I love you.” Because he did. He was grateful for these moments of quiet and calm between them because they brought him a kind of peace that couldn’t be replicated by a hundred other loved ones.

Especially not when Sven showed signs of clearly spending too much time by his side with his humor, “What, you’re not going to tell me that all you want for Christmas is me?”

“Patience, my love, the day has just begun.”

#MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS SVEX #HONESTLY DON'T LOOK AT ME WITH THIS ONE THE WAY I'VE HAD THIS IDEA MLLING AROUND SINCE LIKE SEPTEMBER WRITING LITTLE BITS AND PIECES OF IT #AS I WENT. LITERALLY NOTHING HAPPENS IN THIS ITS JUST A MOMENT IN THE LIVES OF THEM THATS FANSERVICE TO THEM AND NOTHING ELSE. NOTHING #HAPPENS IN THIS BUT SVEX BEING OLD AND DOMESTIC AND IN LOVE BEFORE THEY EMBRACE THE LOVE THEY HAVE WITH THEIR FAMILIES IM GAGGING JUST #THINKING ABOUT HOW WARM AND LOVING THEIR STUPID CHRISTMASES ARE WITH SCARLIE&LUCA&AUGSEN+KIDS&ANGELUND+KIDS&ALICE LITERALLY KILL ME #Anyway not my best work but again I saw that moment with the glasses and the moment in the shower SO vividly I had to connect them and write #around it to make it work I just be feelin things about these domestic old men don't look at me. Also Sven getting old enough that he has to #wear glasses?? Like Dex will simply die he thinks its SO endearing BYE #I die inside every time I add to svex's canon tag don't fuCKING LOOK AT ME WHEEZE #c: Dexter D'Angelo #o: Sven Vogel #svex #my writing #drabble

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fatherhood | dex&sven (canon)

When Dex came to sit beside Sven in front of the older man’s ornate living room fireplace, he was aware that Sven had likely retreated there for a quiet moment alone. Though Nils and Lyla’s engagement party had wound down and only family remained now, gatherings never quite calmed when Charlie, Bristol and Alice were on the guest list together.

Dex approached with two glasses of an aged wine Sven probably hadn’t given Bristol permission to open. And Dex didn’t ask Sven if he wanted another drink before putting it in his hand and clinking his own glass against it.

Whatever jokes, energy, general all around foolishness Sven expected from Dex in the moments following didn’t come. Eventually Sven glanced at the younger, in wonder of what exactly it was he wanted considering the lack of one on one time spent between the two of them.

But Dex only gazed into the fire for a few more moments, sipping at his wine. And then, “You did an excellent job, Sven.”

The sincerity in the man’s voice was a change from their usual encounters and it caught Sven’s attention differently.

Dex took a breath, “Nils is a tremendous person. He’s...” Dex shook his head, as though he was struggling for the words grand enough to express his thoughts. “One could only hope to have a child so thoughtful, so utterly conscious and good-hearted. Your boy has a good heart, Sven.”

Dex took a sip of his wine but still cut Sven off before the man could speak up, “And don’t try to deflect any of the credit. We’re first time parents, we all make mistakes in the beginning.”

“After Adam...” the name, 19 years later, still pin pricked ever so slightly in Dex’s mouth. “There were so many moments I wish I could take back. So many times I was selfish and I couldn’t see past my own grief to be a good dad for Lyla...”

There was an honestly in him speaking on matters he’d never had a reason to discuss with Sven directly before. But the words came easily to Dex with intention. “Have you ever argued with a five year old over something you should’ve been the bigger person about because you knew you were both hurting from the same loss?” He chuckled, glancing at Sven for the first time. “Because I have.”

He took a breath, looking back to the fire as he leaned his forearms onto his thighs. “But our kids turned out extraordinary, no matter how badly we messed it up in the beginning. Somewhere along the line we learned, on our own or because we were taught that we had to grow before we expected our kids to do the same. Doesn’t matter the reason, we learned.”

Dex was quiet for a few beats and then, “I was so afraid Lyla wouldn’t be loved the same way without Adam in our lives. I loved hard but he loved well. He loved kind and he loved with lifelong commitment.”

Dex took a long sip of his wine. “I don’t have to worry about that anymore.” When he looked to the older man again it was with a warm smile. “We did good, Sven. Both of us. You did good.”

There were several moments in which the fire crackled before them but then, Dex stood. As he turned to leave the room he stopped to place a hand on the shoulder of the man he had known since he was 11 years old. They were both worlds apart from who they were then and the knowledge made Dex squeeze the shoulder he held, before slipping his hand off and moving to leave Sven to his peace.

@imbloodbuzz

#The way Dex likes Nils like this but I don't know Lyla's relationship with HER soon to be father in law bc well Sven is Sven lmfao #Anway you know me man I see something vividly and I gotta write it AND THIS WAS VIVID AND A CHANGE FROM THE USUAL #It was such a change of pace from Dex it confused me for a second?? He stood by it though so I'm emo #c: Dexter D'Angelo #o: Sven Vogel #drabble #my writing #svex #canon

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one more year | the whole crew

scotia -> charlie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

“What is it, Charlie?”

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

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

chris -> will (spy au)

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

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

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

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

“Are you completely insane?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

callum -> emma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lyla -> nils

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bristol -> sven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jensen -> august

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bristol -> linus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dex -> sven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the moment | dex&sven (spy au)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…28, 29, 30.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thedangelos · 4 years

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in the moondust | sven&lyla (canon)

Through the bustle of the warm, populated living room, Sven found himself laser-focused on only one thing. The very thing which had slowly consumed most parts of him over the last four years was now, at that moment, all he could bring himself to see, hear, and put his interest in. The form of Dexter D’Angelo, on the other side of the room, speaking animatedly with his hands, the boldest smile Sven had ever seen, entertaining people half his age that he’d met not an hour ago.

To Sven, even at the age of 58, Dex was the brightest star and he simply could not look away. He could only sit there on the sofa, far away, and imagine behind his eyes how it would feel to be by the side of such a striking energy. Sven had to dig the wedding band into his finger to tether his heart back to where it belonged. What kind of man was he, to be lost in the wonder of a man who was not his husband, at his granddaughter’s first birthday party, no less? The thoughts sank Sven’s stomach steadily, second by second.

And of all the surrounding people engaged in conversation, in drinks, in laughter, in enjoying friends and family, there was only one who noticed the faint furrow in Sven’s brows, the distance of his mind from his physical form.

“Feeling okay, dad?” A gentle hand came to rest over the back of Sven’s and when he looked over, his daughter-in-law was gazing at him with eyes as perceptive as her father’s.

It was still new for Sven to hear the title in her doting voice but ever since Lyla had married Nils, she grew closer to Sven than she had been her entire life. As though she embraced that marrying his son meant being a part of his family in a different way than she had been since she could walk, run, and jump. That their futures were tied together now and she would be steadfastly by Nils’s side when the roles one day reversed and the kids were the ones looking after their parents.

Sven returned to his reality with a soft sound and pressed a small smile to his lips, nodding. “Just fine, Lyla, thank you. Perhaps a little tired,” he answered, peppering the second sentiment in so she wouldn’t feel brushed off. He wasn’t lying, he could lie down.

Lyla’s smile grew more soothing somehow and she tilted her head to the side, as though she didn’t quite accept his reasoning. She shifted the baby in her arms closer towards Sven and cooed to her, “What do you think, Nov? Will you join your grandad for a nap later?”

Nova laughed happily at her mother’s tone of voice and then followed her gaze to Sven. The recognition in her eyes of her grandfather was accompanied by a blossoming smile and she reached a hand for his beard, a favorite way to inflict what she perceived as slapstick injury to him.

Sven noticed that Lyla was watching him, waiting to see if her actions helped to make him smile and he indulged because, well, of course, they did. The little girl between them was his whole heart and he certainly could forget the world for her for now.

Of course, the fates would grant Sven no such luck as their tender moment was interrupted by none other than Dex’s voice, calling over for his daughter, his toothy grin aimed right in their direction.

Lyla nodded to her father, indicating she was coming and adjusting Nova in her arms, she leaned in towards her father-in-law to speak to him quietly.

“Let me know if you need anything, even if it’s a distraction so you can stealth your way out for a break, okay?” she offered along with her knowing smile.

Nova cooed as her mother stood, drawing her away from her grandfather and Lyla rubbed her baby’s back. “I know, you miss daddy, he doesn’t make you go around saying hello to everyone like this,” Sven heard her speak lovingly before she kissed Nova’s dark hair.

His line of vision followed her to where she stopped briefly to check in with her husband and Sven couldn’t help but think to himself, this was it. This was all his mind and heart were at war for; the happiness of the family he worked so very long and hard to deserve.

As he stood himself, intending to move somewhere the view was a bit different, Sven exhaled deeply. It was worth it. It was worth it. It was worth it.

Right?

#c: Lyla St.Clair D'Angelo #o: Sven Vogel #c: Nova Eklund D'Angelo #I guess this is technically #svex #also #I'll give it a gratuitous #c: Dexter D'Angelo #tag too goodbye #drabble #my writing #I was going to hold on to all of these till next week to spam all at once but I'm IMPATIENT lmao so have a drabble a day till your birthday #LOL #I had like 3 other drabbles on the docket when I pictured the hand over hand moment and my chest SQUEEZED cause I've always keeled over at #the notion that canon Sven and Lyla are never that close because he's aloof and she's warm and gravitates to Alice and Bristol but there are #MULTIPLE VERSES where he's SUCH a good dad to her and they'll just never know they'll never know that in ER AU she's Lyla D'Angelo-Vogel #like I'm choKING UP JUST /THINKING/ ABOUT IT. But it's so clear to me now that once her and Nils gets married she's very easy to step into a #different kind of role as an official part of the Vogel-Eklund family. And she's always /noticed/ Sven her whole life. Seen him stepping #back and letting the more fun parents take the reigns whereas Jensen just got involved in Bris and Alice and Dex's energy and hardly noticed #Sven there at all because their energies were so different. But Lyla always wondered if he was alright and why he was so quiet. All her life #she did and then to become his daughter-in-law and be able to actually make sure he's alright and loved and cared for? Especially since his #and Nils's relationship gets better with adulthood? LIKE I FUCKING CRY. I CRY.#ITS FINE IM FINE #I tried so hard not to become svex trash in this I tried to resist SO bad lmao but I needed it to frame the circumstance. This is like less #than a month before they go on that walk with Nova and Dex puts his feet up on Sven and just fuckin triggers their whole friend group #falling apart lmao But I needed it to be this soon cause I needed Sven to feel it in his chest each time he's in so much as the same room as #Dex fck #can we just talk about how I'm so used to writing for our aus that now when I don't see any au tag in the title next to the character names #my brain is like...something is...missING #carols birthdrabbles

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thedangelos · 4 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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