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sauntered-vaguely-downward · 5 years

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Mysterious Girl. Jake Peralta x Reader

She’d been there a few months now and yet she was more mysterious than Rosa. Whether it was intentional or not, nobody on the team knew anything about her. She came to work, dealt with her cases and sorted paperwork, then she’d just go home. Only once had joined the team for their usual bar night, and even then she sat on her own, leaving after one drink.

Usually Jake wouldn’t care, but there was something about her resilience to opening up to the team that made him itch with curiosity. He had to find out more about her, he just wasn’t sure how.

As per usual the briefing was in the morning once the team had all gotten to work, each member of the 99 taking a seat to listen to developments in the cases or new cases that had been brought to light. Jake as per usual was running late, so took the only empty seat next to Y/N.

“Thank you joining us Peralta,” Holt said, a note of sarcasm in his tone. “So glad you could make it.”

“It’s not my fault!” Jake whined, a childish sort of whine. He could feel the room's eyes on him as he continued with his excuse for being late yet again. “My car ran out of gas halfway here, so I had to walk the rest of the way.” Holt, being too tired of heaving these usual excuses simply rolled his eyes, continuing his briefing.

As usual, it was mostly filled with catchups on cases that were already being dealt with, the captain checking in with each member of the team on their open cases. Holt went around the room until he landed on Y/N.

“Detective Y/L/N, how is that drug case coming along? Do you have any new leads?” He asked, the pen in his hand pointing to her as he spoke.

“Well,” she stood up, standing in front of the map on the whiteboard in front of her, opening her case file. She pulled out two pictures of rather nasty looking men, sticking them to the board before she continued. “I’ve got a statement from one of the lower level drug dealers that tie these two men, Marcus Kirby and Delroy Bryant, to the sale and distribution of the drugs. However I only have his statement at the moment, which quite honestly I don’t think will stand up in court or even enough to get an arrest warrant,” she mumbled, thinking to herself as she went.

“Do you have anything else that might help us nail them?” Sarge asked, slipping the file from her hand to read some of it through.

“Not evidence wise yet, but I do have a location for where the drugs are being distributed from. According to my witness dealer, they both work there, but they don’t go regularly, he thinks they have other distribution spots around the city,” Jake usually would just tune out, but listening to here was quite nice. She had a soft voice, one that could calm even the angriest of perps. She wasn’t like any other detective he knew, she radiated peace in everything she did. As he sat and listened to her case, he tried his best to work something about her out, anything at all but failed. She was like a closed book that was locked and sealed in a box. There was nothing to read about her, other than the radiating presence of calm that surrounded her. Holts' voice brought Jake off her thoughts of the mysterious woman in front of him.

“Perhaps it would be best to do a stakeout? Where is the location you were provided by the lower level dealer?” Y/N pointed to a place on the map, causing Holt to nod. “I know that neighbourhood. There is a car park around there as well as a block of flats. Leave it to me, I’ll get you access to both of them so you can do surveillance to get the evidence we need to get these men behind bars. Peralta will go with you.” A massive grin crossed Jakes' lips. Finally, he had a chance to get to know who she was.

Later that evening, y/n and Jake were positioned in one of the flats across from where she had been told the men would be. Holt had decided to pair them for three days, and if they had nothing by then they’d either swap with another pair or try another tactic.

Jake had been thrilled to be paired with her. Since she had joined the 99 she had hardly spoken to anyone, so this was his chance to find out more about her, for the benefit of the rest of the team of course, not just because he found her very very attractive.

The flat was surprisingly alright, which was a change from all the other dingy rooms she or Jake had done surveillance in before. The landlord was in the process of trying to find a new tenant so it was empty, but thankfully fully furnished, which was nice. There was two twin beds, as well as a sofa and a fully furnished kitchen, it was rather nice.

Y/N was sat on the sofa, positioned so they could see out of the window without being too obvious they were looking at the building across the street. Jake was finishing setting up the cameras, humming to himself as he worked. When he started humming ‘Barbie Girl’ a little giggle escaped Y/n’s lips, making him turn to where she was sitting.

“Something funny?” He chuckled, checking over the cameras once more before joining her on the sofa. She had a book in her lap, not open yet but there for when Jake too over the watching. Comfy clothes covered her body, which was a change for stakeout missions. Usually they would wear clothes they could run in in case they had to catch someone, but Holt had told them not to engage, instead, they were ordered to call the 99 if they needed assistance, which meant Y/N could wear whatever she wanted for once. It wasn’t anything particularly out there, just sweats and an oversized t-shirt. Jake smiled, seeing her look at ease, that calming presence around her filling his veins.

“Oh nothing,” she smiled, “Just that you were singing the barbie girl song.” She let out a soft laugh, one that was like music to his ears.

“Who doesn’t love a bit of Barbie,” he teased. A peaceful silence settled on them, both of them keeping their eyes on the building across the street. Jake had so much he wanted to ask her but didn’t want to make things awkward especially if they were going to be spending the next three days together. He decided to start slow, not to make her feel like she was a suspect being interrogated. “So what book you got there?”

“Oh it's American Gods by Neil Gaiman,” she grinned lifting up the cover to show him. “Its a book about the old gods and new gods of America, it's pretty cool.”

“Old gods? Like god god or others.”

“No, more like Odin, and like gods of the past. It's really good, I love this kind of thing. I studied classics at college so I’m really into all of this mythology stuff.”

“You studied classics? That's pretty cool, I love classics,” he lied.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… of course, who doesn’t love things like the Odyssey and er…” he tried to think of more things he knew to do with classics, failing a little. “Okay so I don’t know much, I lied.”

“It's alright,” she laughed, “I’m not going to quiz you or anything.”

“Oh thank god,” they laughed together. Both of them were surprised by how easily the conversation flowed between them. The conversation continued, talking about everything from books and films to their families and cases they had worked before knowing each other.

Jake couldn’t quite understand how someone who had so much personality here at this moment could be so quiet and closed off when at work. Jake thought she was hilarious and liked loads of the same things as him. He liked listening to her talk, he wanted to hear it more so he decided to try and find out why she was so quiet at work.

“So I have to ask, you’re pretty quiet at work. You’ve been there for a while now and I’m only just finding out you went to college. Why don’t you join us more? You seem great I’m sure everyone would love to spend more time with you.” He asked, looking out the window, still waiting for their perps to turn up.

“Ugh,” she sighed. Jake could see her struggling to talk so interjected.

“You don’t have to tell me, I’m just curious. You seem great, you’d get on with practically anyone on the squad I don’t get why you wouldn’t wanna show the world how amazing you are, but if you're not comfortable talking about it don't worry I understand.”

“No it's alright,” she let out another sigh before continuing. “My old squad was pretty much all men, there was one other woman on the team but she was basically one of the lads. They were your typical cop type, they all had this whole macho man thing they tried to do, which I didn’t really fit into. I tried to get involved by it was kind of pointless. They weren’t bad people don’t get me wrong, but I just didn’t fit in at all. So when I got the transfer to the 99 I dunno I just kind of had it in my head I wouldn’t fit in here either, which I know is kinda silly but I didn’t keep trying with people, its a lot of effort to constantly try just to feel like an outsider. Plus the 99 is a pretty tight squad, I didn’t think anyone would really want another member of the team.”

Jake’s heart broke. He hadn’t expected for her to think they didn’t want her, or for it to even be something like that.

“Y/N you’re part of this team now,” he put his hand on her knee, giving a gentle squeeze. “You’ve seen us, we aren’t really all the same at all. I mean Rosa, she’s scary. Terry, he’s the sporty one, Scully is basically a big baby-”

“You're listing them off like their members of the spice girls,” she giggled.

“So I was, I hadn’t noticed,” he chuckled. “What I’m trying to say is our team is filled with so many different people, we all have our strengths and weaknesses. We embrace each other's differences. So what if you don’t like the exact same things, you’re a part of our team and you're always more than welcome to join us. Also from talking to you, I can tell you’d fit right in, you’re pretty cool.” Jakes smile filled her with a happy warmth that spread through her whole body. It was nice to feel like she was actually part of a proper team for once. “Tell you what when we get these guys, or when we finish here, we’ll go to the bar, the whole team. Let them get to know you, they’ll love you I promise.”

Jake was right. When the case had been closed, the two men caught under hers and Jakes watch, the team all went to the bar. At first, everyone was a little taken aback by her sudden involvement in the conversations, but just as Jake had predicted, she fit right in. She and Amy both had a love of old books. Gina and Y/N talked about everything going on in the world of celebrities and trends, while Boyle loved her because she knew the difference between a frying pan and a skillet. Even Rosa liked getting to know her, mostly because she like Rosa could easily drink the rest of the team under the table.

Jake watched as she got to know the rest of the team properly when Holt approached him.

“Good work on the surveillance,” he commented, his eyes following the path that Jakes took. “She seems to have come out of her shell while you were on the case. What did you say?”

“Nothing,” Jake smiled. “Just told her she's pretty cool and that the team would love her.” Jake saw as she began to say her goodbyes to the team, so he dismissed himself from the company of the captain, following her out to the street. She was making her way home, walking because she had been drinking with Rosa, and was a little further ahead of Jake so he called out to her, causing her to turn to him.

“Oh hey Jake,” she stopped, smiling at him as he caught up to her. “Sorry I forgot to say goodbye, I was getting a little sleepy so I decided to leave. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” he said catching his breath. He hadn’t really had any real reason for following her, so suddenly he was without words. “Er I just wanted to say it was nice seeing you happy tonight with the team, I’m really happy you're feeling a little more comfortable with the rest of the team.”

“Well its all thanks to you Jake,” she smiled, taking a step closer to him. “You made me realise that a team doesn’t all have to be the same and that even the closest of teams let other people in.” Leaning up she gently placed a kiss on his cheek causing an instant warmth to rush through him. “See you tomorrow at work?” He could only nod with a smile. She smiled and turned around, walking away.

Jake stood watching as her figure slipped out of view around the corner, his hand coming up to rest on his cheek. Regaining a little composure he turned back to the bar, smile on his lips as he joined the team again.

He had done what he’d wanted, he's got to know her, but now… well, now he had fallen for her.

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our-elven-lady-of-chaos · 6 years

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You Are My Home Ch 3

I apologize for the delay guys. Infinity War did a number on me, as I’m sure you all have experienced, but here’s an extra long chapter to make up for it! Mostly domestic fluff at this point.

Need to catch up?

Ch 1: https://our-elven-lady-of-chaos.tumblr.com/post/170647725968/you-are-my-home

Ch 2: https://our-elven-lady-of-chaos.tumblr.com/post/171125860283/you-are-my-home-ch-2

A Fresh Start

Shortly after, the group says their goodbyes and return to the tower, only after Frigga admonishes both her boys to be good and look after their lady friend. Thor blushes while Loki mumbles something unintelligible under his breath, which, judging by her laughter Lysandra probably picked up with her fey hearing.

Lys leads Loki to a room he is informed is his, and is to receive a more complete tour of the amenities the tower has to offer after dinner. The room is sparsely decorated with black furniture with gold accents, the bedclothes a deep emerald hue.

“I did what I could here, with what Thor told me about you, but we can work on it a little more later,” Lysandra told him nervously. She had managed alright when Thor was with them, but now that she was alone in his bedroom with him...that was another story completely. Loki studied his new surroundings without saying much other than the occasional ‘okay’ or ‘good’, but his eyes seemed to light up when she pointed out the small bookshelf near the bed. He immediately wrapped her in a tight hug, which was strong, but not nearly as bone crushing as those of his brother. This was something she could get used to, or even come to enjoy.

“Thank...thank you,” Loki responded somewhat nervously, casually leaning back on his heels. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be so considerate when I was brought here.”

She nodded understandingly. “I’ll show you the library later, but for now I figured I’d put a few of my favorites in here for you.” She stood there watching him thumb through the titles on the shelf, a small smile lighting up her face at the joy she’d given him. Pure, unbridled, child-like joy. The Hobbit. The Lord of the Rings. Heart of Darkness. Flowers for Algernon. Till We Have Faces. Frankenstein. Crime and Punishment. A handful of books of poetry from the likes of Lord Byron, Percy Shelley, and Emily Dickinson. Mostly classics, but a handful of modern authors such as Neil Gaiman and Matt Haig as well. She had carefully hand-crafted her selection based on what was the most interesting and what would convey the most humanity to the god as well. She almost couldn’t believe it, that this man who was supposed to be the “monster” that terrorized New York had such a weakness for a good book. It was sickeningly cute.

She got up to leave for a shower and allow Loki to become more acclimated to his new abode. “If you need anything, I’m right next door, and Thor is just across from us. It’s just the three of us on this floor, and there’s a small kitchen that I’ll show you later.” Loki almost looked pained to see her leaving so soon, though his pride would never allow him to admit it. It was rare that he made friends with anyone, and one that actually got along well with his brother even more scarce. “I’ll be back later, I promise,” she assured him, reading his emotions perfectly. Loki merely nodded. “Rest well,” he bade her, wanting to say more but uncharacteristically unable to find his words.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Thor waved her over from the lounge area across the hall. She quickly made her way over to plop herself down on the plush orange couch across from him, casually resting her feet on the coffee table. The God of Thunder smiled over at her as she let out a contented sigh.

“Thorrr,” she whined. “What did you need me for? I’m all sweaty and gross still.” She sat up slightly to address him a little more properly. He offered her the bag of corn chips he was currently munching on, which she politely declined. Seeing the crumbs and bits of guacamole stuck in his beard was enough to keep her from getting mad at him for finishing nearly half of the large bowl she had made already.

“I just wanted to make sure that my little brother was adjusting properly,” He replied between a mouthful of chips. “And that he wasn’t upsetting you. I know he can be…” he scratched his beard in thought as he searched for the appropriate Midgardian term. “A bit of an ass, as Tony would say, but once you’ve earned his respect he’s a lot more likable. Fun, even.”

Lys nodded in understanding. “He was fine. A little withdrawn, but I was too when Tony first brought me on the team as something more than just his own personal healer.”

Thor smiled gently at the memory. “Ah, yes, I remember. I was rather shocked to see you again after all this time, but pleased. And yet, I feel we’ve still got a lot of catching up to do. Just the three of us.”

Lysandra let out a heavy sigh at the idea. Digging up the past was emotionally exhausting, especially when it meant either coming to terms with her fey heritage, or the memory of all the mortal lives that had gone by while she remained yet unchanged. She reluctantly pulled herself up off of the overstuffed sofa, but paused on her way out to pose one more question.

“I’ve been given an awful lot of warnings about your brother’s behavior, but he’s been on nothing but his best behavior ever since I’ve met him. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to believe about him. Is this normal, or…?”

Thor chuckled. “Ah, yes, my brother can be quite the mystery, especially with the women he fancies. He is renown for his mischievous ways, but the vast majority of the time it is all in the name of a good joke. He is not an inherently cruel person, unless he is pushed to be so.” He strokes his beard wistfully, lost in the memories for a moment. “As he once told me, ‘He will treat you as a gentleman ought to, until you ask him not to.”

Lysandra snorted. “Sounds like quite the character. I bet once they get over sniping over each other like children, him and Tony will be great friends.” Thor lets out a great boom of laughter in agreement. “Indeed. Go on, shower up, though I can assure you that you smell perfectly fine,” he chides her. He was so the overly protective but goofy older brother she never knew she wanted.

“Stinky Asgardian warrior.” She sticks out her tongue at him.

“Prissy fae princess.” Thor laughs.

Dinner was to be just a quiet affair between Lysandra and the two Asgardians. After finishing with her shower, Lysandra took control of the kitchen and began cooking up a storm. She wanted to ensure that Loki’s first real taste of Midgardian cuisine was at least decent, and not whatever takeout Tony usually settled on. It had to be a good old fashioned home cooked meal, so she settled for a basic pasta dish with both a red and pesto sauce, sausage and meatballs, and salad and bread on the side. As usual, Thor made a pest of himself, wanting to sample everything while she was still preparing things rather than helping.

“Come on Lysandra!” Thor begged. “Can’t I have just a little taste?”

She swatted his hand away with the spoon she was currently using to stir the sauce. “You’ve done more than that already, your chin has parmesan and tomato sauce on it.” Thor gave her his best puppy dog look. “Don’t give me that look. Now go fetch your brother for dinner while I get this stuff on the table.”

Thor grumbled about it but did as he was told, returning relatively quickly with a Loki who was having some difficulty trying to walk and read at the same time. You would think that after a thousand years he would have either gotten better at it or learned not to do so in unfamiliar places, but no. At least he was virtually indestructible, the walls and countertops he had bumped into doing little to phase him from the pursuit of good reading material. Lysandra busied herself pouring everyone a bit of elven wine as she waited for the two semi-grumpy gods to sit. Thankfully she didn’t have to tell Loki to separate himself from his book, as he perked up a bit at the familiar scent and decided she was worth keeping an eye on.

Lys gave Thor a nod to tell him that he could finally dig in to the food. Loki rolled his eyes at his brother’s all too familiar antics as he helped himself to some bread and salad. “Thor you oaf, there’s a thing here called salad that you’re supposed to eat first. Or at least I imagine the order of the courses has not changed just because we’re on Midgard.” Thor immediately muttered something about salad being more for prissy elves under his breath, but accepted the bowl Loki prepared for him. Lysandra merely glared at him for the comment.

“So, what do you think?” Lysandra asked Loki as he reached for his third serving of spaghetti and proceeded to drown it in the meaty red sauce. She couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her face as she watched him lick a spot rather languidly from his thumb. Loki grinned. “Surprisingly good, for midgardian fare. Although I’m sure your not being mortal has something to do with it. How do you even manage to acquire elven wine in a place like this?”

She gave him an even cheekier grin in response. “I have my sources.”

Loki raised an eyebrow in question, silently begging her to go on.

Lysandra blushes. “New York has a thriving magical community, if you know where to look. There’s a lot of half-breeds and a good quarter of the population is probably more mortal than not, but I know a few people who can get me what I need.”

Loki perks up with interest.

“I’d love to show you around sometime, since your brother isn’t nearly as interested in old tomes and rare herbs with magical properties as I am…”

“Hey!” Thor sputters indignantly before taking a moment to mull around what was actually said.

“It’s true, brother,” Loki reminds him. Thor shrugs nonchalantly in response.

...”But you have to prove to Tony that you can be let out of the tower with a chaperone and expected to behave first. Sound fair?”

Loki hums in thought for a moment, then nods in approval. “So it’s a date then?” he asks with a cheeky grin.

“What? No, of course not!” Lysandra sputters in surprise.

“Still sounds like a date to me,” Thor points out, awkwardly attempting to show Loki how to do a fistbump. “No, brother, like this. It’s not meant to inflict pain, like a high five.”

“You’re not helping, Thor!”

Loki laughs at the absurdness of it all.

Afterwards, the pair resumed their tour. First they went to the training room, where Lysandra explained what their typical schedule would look like while she was working with him. Loki was pleased to find that Lysandra was well versed enough in magic to understand his capabilities and limits, just as Frigga had reassured him. But what intrigued him most was the special locked room just for magic training.

“Once I get a feel for your style, we’re going to do most of our drills in here,” Lysandra informed him upon unlocking the door. The room gave off a weird vibe as he stepped into it. It wasn’t negative, though he could tell that everything in the room was heavily warded, including the training robots.

“What’s with all the protection?” Loki asked her curiously.

“The wards protect everything in here from being destroyed by magic, otherwise Tony would kill me for the amount of paint alone that would have to be replaced,” she responded with a chuckle. “The robots have sensors on them that indicate the amount of damage they’ve taken, and keeps track of the number of lethal hits.” Loki regarded the large metal men with an air of curiosity. Out of all the Avengers, Tony was the one he was the most impressive, well, for a mortal at least.

“This room has also been warded against teleportation, and the door won’t open for you until I’ve put your magic limiting cuffs back on,” she explained with a grin. “Ah, so that’s how it works,” Loki replied, turning one of the thin gold bands that now surrounded his wrists. “Well, I suppose it could be worse. At least I’m not stuck with a complete imbecile for an instructor whose lack of magical knowledge will land me in the medical ward, and these are at least somewhat...fashionable? I suppose I have you to thank for that as well?”

She nodded, her grin widening in response. “I figured you’d be less...hostile about your captivity if we tailored things more to your liking.” He smiled back at her, a relatively easy thing for him to do, as she was surprisingly pleasant company for a friend of his brother.

He nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a gilded cage, but still a cage, nonetheless. Still, I’m grateful that at least someone is looking out for me, aside from my oaf of a brother.” He gave her a quick affectionate peck on the cheek. Lys blushes profusely, completely unused to that sort of contact. Loki grinned even wider at her reaction. Her innocence was absolutely endearing to him.

After seeing the rest of the training rooms, the two of them somehow found themselves in Lysandra’s chambers. They had agreed that Loki had more than enough reading material at the moment (although somehow the god had already gotten through The Hobbit), not to mention the fact that Lysandra’s private collection of magical texts was a lot more intriguing. Plus she had promised him dessert and tea. “A woman after my own heart” Loki mused.

The god busied himself sifting through her older tomes as Lysandra was off procuring said sweets from the kitchen. She popped back in with a tray of tiramisu, chocolate covered madeleines, and two steaming mugs of English breakfast tea, prepared with just the right amount of cream and sugar. Loki carefully removed a handful of older, fragile looking magical texts and went to join her on the couch.

“Set those down on the table for now,” Lysandra instructed him. “They’re probably older than the both of us put together AND Thor.”

He let out a good natured laugh. “I can assure you that your books are in good hands. My brother, on the other hand...”

“Just shut up and taste this already,” she says, thrusting him a plate of cake and a fork.

Loki studied the spongey layered cake for a moment and took a dainty bite, then quickly demolished it.

“That good, eh?”

Loki nodded, setting his plate down to pick up his tea. “We have all manners of cakes and pastries and whatnot back home, but nothing like this,” he said indicating a few stray flakes of chocolate.

“Ah, chocolate. I see you’re a fan,” she replied with a devilish grin. Her plan of buttering Loki up by plying him with sweets and books was going splendidly.

Loki nods, too busy eating for a proper response. They fall into a comfortable silence for a bit, until he remembers the dusty tomes that had been calling to him like a siren’s song. He wipes his fingers clean and magiks the plates clean and away before gingerly picking up the one at the top of the stack and cracked it open. He skimmed through it for a few minutes before reaching for the next, where halfway through he made a startling discovery. After finding something to save his place, he goes through the rest of the stack with mostly the same result.

“These...these books are all in various forms of elvish,” Loki said in awestruck wonder. “Most of them, at least. And this one…” he waved around an ancient looking green text with silver leaf pages before cracking it open for a closer look. “...This one is in some old fae tongue even I cannot decipher. Yet.”

“That one is supposed to be locked away with the rest - crap!” Lysandra mutters, reaching for that last one.

Loki quirks an eyebrow, smirking at her. “I take it you can read it then?”

She huffs in frustration at being caught. “It’s in my library, isn’t it?”

Loki’s grin widens. She waves her hand again, and he gives in and returns the mysterious book to her. “Well?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “This one’s more of a collection of poetry and epics, which is why I had it out.”

“But you can read it, as well as the ones in elvish?”

“Yes? Should I be concerned that you can apparently read them as well?”

Loki laughs at this. “You’re quite interesting, for one of my brother’s friends. I like that!”

She shot him a look of exasperation.

“I am a prince, I learned from the best,” he says with a shrug, as a means of explanation. “Plus Allspeak can generally fill in most of the gaps, aside from some of the most ancient languages.” He leans back, stretching out to his full height while mentally taking note to take full advantage of the sort of magical sanctuary he had found her sitting room to be. Much more welcoming than any other place in the tower he’d found, so far. Much more like home, and the company wasn’t half bad either.

I do hope this was worth the wait. I’d love to hear from you all, even if you just want to talk about the latest ACOTAR book or bitch about how hot it is right now (living in SoCal is seriously not fun right now guys). But really, it does help keep me going.

Also, I’m (attempting to) starting on some sort of Soulmate AU, so keep your eyes peeled for that.

XOXO Yoshi

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