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closed starter, building sites wolf and elliot @ofwrxth

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The chatter among the work site is drowned by the moving of timber and materials, but Wolf's laugh is even louder than that. "Ah, look. I have the perfect wolf right here." he states, waving gallantly as he sees his baby brother. "El, do you have some time? Come help. We need a young strong thing." he invites, still beckoning Elliot over without waiting for an answer and within an instant Wolf is gone, disappearing into the skeleton of timber and foundation. "Here." he lifts the prepared wood with ease and it's thrown...launched, actually, to the direction of his younger brother and Wolf doesn't wait to see if it's caught or instead flying over Elliot's head. "We're a bit behind schedule, everyone keeps getting picked off for patrol or watch." he explains, grabbing the next pile so they can get to work together. "Don't need to help for long, if you're busy." Wolf turns then, hauling the pile to his shoulder and using his free hand to slap Elliot's back. "But it's appreciated." He believes the distraction will be a good thing. For Elliot to see something good from hard work, something fruitful. Something built from his own bare hands will be an urge of pride that he so desperately needs in these times. And of course, the offer is always there for Elliot to talk to him. Even if Wolf knows there's not many words that exist for how he feels, he will still listen. Always.

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Wolf watches Elliot closely, noticing the tension in his brother's shoulders, the way his arms flail in frustration. "Hey, hey." Wolf says, his hand coming up, palm out like he's slowing Elliot down from a sprint. "I know this is messed up but-" he glances briefly to Fennick, who's smug grin is irritating as ever but Wolf's focus turns back to Elliot. "We don't gotta rush into this like a couple of idiots. I hear you." he agrees, giving his brother an encouraging clap on the shoulder.

His tone lowers just enough for only Elliot to hear. "Robbing Vanguard without a plan is crazy, I know how it sounds. But, sometimes we don't get to make the perfect move. We just make the next one. We do this smart, though." Wolf glances again to Fennick, the smugness radiating off him as if he's sending the Cross brothers to their death. Something Wolf hopes Elliot doesn't catch.

Oh, no. You won't get the disruptors until I get my guns.

Wolf's shoulders slump, but all the while his mind turns with ideas. He looks from Fennick and then to Elliot. "Okay, well. We won't cut you loose right now, not until we bring the guns here." he finally says, looking back to the smirking fence.

Deal.

Fuck. Wolf wasn't expecting it to be agreed to, and his expression drops but he musters it quickly in order to appear calm and composed. Without another word, he just nods and hooks an arm around Elliot's shoulders so they can bundle out of the unit. The shutter pulled down with a harsh slam. "Okay, I think...we need to go to the cog and think this through. It's nothing we can't do but we want to make as little noise as possible." Wolf says, mostly for himself until, as he's locking the shutter, he goes quiet. Struck by an idea. "Wait a second...no, we make some big noise. A big distraction on the Port, draw all the guards away."

Elliot isn't sure what he expects, especially when his brother's are involved in something. But this? Is a much bigger mess than he anticipates. Pissing off Fennick is just the start of their troubles, especially when he considers how it might impact TPC and their work and Santi's opinion. Which suddenly matters more to Elliot now that he's seeing his daughter. Shit. Raking a hand through tousled hair, the younger Cross exhales. "I don' think it's gonna fix anything, but it's a way to say sorry for all this bs," he waves a hand in the general direction of his oldest brother, and an absent Ryan. "And that it won't happen again, Fennick. Really. We just wanna get outta your hair." Which is rich considering the fence is the one tied up but Elliot moves past that point quickly as he tries to fix his brothers' mess.

"Yeah, we got contacts and resources, we can do shit that needs doin', but TPC needs someone they can count on." You're outta your goddamn mind if you think you can count on a fuckin' fence. Elliot can't bring himself to disagree and simply nods, scratching the back of his head as Fennick's request is made. Don't fucking say it. "Wolf, we ain't gonna rob Vanguard tonight. No planning? No nothing? How you think that's gonna go?!" He whisper shouts at his brother, arms flailing a bit before he glances back at Fennick who's got a stupid smile on his face.

"He knows it's a fucked ask. Just look at his goddamn face." He hisses but then Wolf is moving ahead without him, walking back towards the fence and Elliot follows suit, a scowl on his face as he crosses his arms. "Where we meetin' you, Fennick? Once we got your guns?" I'll find you. Elliot has to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes and nods. "Right. Got it. Tell us where the disruptors are and then we'll cut ya free."

[wilrtdroses]

theotherwoman.

𝜗𝜚 Ch. 2: To New Beginnings

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist

𝜗𝜚 Fandom: L&O SVU // Pairing: Elliot Stabler x Fem!OC

𝜗𝜚 "She was running from her past. He was still tied to his own. Neither of them expected their lives to become entwined."

𝜗𝜚 WC: 1436

⤿ 💌A/N: This is chapter two of my series, "theotherwoman." originally published on wattpad!

𝜗𝜚 I merely own Sylvia Conway and her backstory, as well as any other OCs that may be mentioned throughout this story. All other rights and reserves go to Wolf Entertainment, Universal Television, and NBC.

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──────────୨ৎ────────── ❝The SVU didn't believe in slowly easing new detectives in.

Promptly following Sylvia's intriguing encounter with Detective Stabler, she was met with the overwhelming feeling that one gets when all the eyes in the room have drifted to them, she found herself almost feeling embarrassed by the sudden attention — similar to how a child feels when asked to present the project that they forgot to complete before the class period began.

Despite the several glances that she received upon her entrance, they all soon returned to their original focus — well, almost all of them. Even as she held her posture in a half-attempt to appear unbothered, Sylvia still felt as though she was being watched. After a moment, she finally decided to cast a glance at who had been observing her, as soon as she looked up, she was met with a piercing domineering stare. She found that the intense gaze belonged to the eyes of a stunning brunette woman.

Sylvia's thoughts are soon interrupted by her new captain, Don Cragen, who had approached her at her desk, taking a moment to analyze the young woman before offering her a polite yet firm handshake. "Welcome to the team, Detective Conway. I've read over your file — three years in Narcotics, two undercover. Good instincts, solid casework. That's why I signed off on this transfer. But you will need to understand that the SVU is different from any cases you have previously worked with. It's personal in a way that takes getting used to. You'll be dealing with victims whose trauma doesn't end just because we make an arrest."

Sylvia nodded, taking in her new captain's words. "I understand, Captain."

"Good." He replied before turning towards another detective — no not just any detective, but the same gorgeous brunette that Sylvia had noticed eyeing her earlier — only now she could see those cut sharp brown eyes up close as the woman began approaching her desk. "This is Detective Olivia Benson."

Olivia extended her hand out to Sylvia, "Nice to meet you."

Their captain briefly excused himself before stepping away to return to his office. Sylvia accepted the firm handshake, taking a moment to analyze Olivia the same way that Olivia had been analyzing her. She was well familiar with the detective's name — She and Stabler were practically legends in the SVU. Sylvia couldn't find it in her to be bothered by the professional distance Olivia appeared to be upholding, her and Stabler have been partners for over a decade, and now she would be the one stepping between that partnership.

"Likewise," she said, after realizing she had yet to respond.

There was a brief pause between the two detectives, not long enough to be noticeable by the other members of their team but certainly not short enough to be played off as nothing, Olivia then pulled her hand away from the younger woman with a short nod before turning to return to her desk.

Sylvia could only imagine how long that tension would last.

Sylvia barely had time to ponder on that thought before she heard Captain Cragens, now familiar, voice calling her to join him and Elliot in his office.

As she began to stride towards the office, she could make out the silhouette of Elliots firm back in the dimmed lighting. His posture remained rigid yet somehow comfortable, almost as if he had spent years standing in front of that desk. Sylvia stepped into the unfamiliar room, moving to stand beside her new partner, straightening her back as she moved to adjust her hands into a clasped position behind her back.

Almost as soon as she settled into this stance, the captain turned to face the now partners. "I'm sure Fin already filled you in on how things work around here, but let's make this official. You have been reassigned to take Bensons position as Stabler's partner." His gaze flickered toward Elliot; the next comment directed towards him. "As we discussed earlier."

She didn't miss the way Elliot's jaw tightened, nor did she miss the way Cragen's words implied that there was more to this reassignment than just a standard shuffle.

After a beat, the captain returned his attention back to the younger detective, "Now I know we briefly discussed this earlier; however, I just would like to be sure that you have prepared yourself for the cases you will be faced with being in this unit."

Sylvia nodded, "I have, Captain."

Elliot shifted beside her, arms crossing. "She'll be fine."

Cragen shot him a look. "Well, that's up to the both of you." He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on his desk, as if he was trying to emphasize his words through the change of position, while also dropping his previously used formalities. "I'm trusting you to make this work, Elliot. You and Olivia decided your partnership was too close, and I've respected your mutual decision. But this squad doesn't function if partners don't trust each other. Now is that understood?"

Elliot gave a single, firm nod. "Understood."

Cragen turned to Sylvia. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He grabbed a file from the top of the seemingly never-ending stack that had been piling in the corner his desk, giving it a quick once-over before placing it in Elliot's now awaiting hands. "Then you've officially got your first case together. The victim's waiting to talk at her apartment. Get a move on."

Without another word, Elliot turned on his heel and walked out. Sylvia followed, not missing the way Olivia's gaze followed after them. She couldn't find any hostility in Olivia's expression — just something unreadable, almost wary even. Sylvia didn't need to investigate anything to notice the obvious reason; Twelve years as partners didn't just fade overnight.

The two detectives continue on their way to the exit but before they can reach the elevator, they are halted by the sound of a dry voice approaching them from behind.

"So, you're the new kid."

Sylvia turned to see a tall, lanky man watching her over the rim of his darkened glasses. The suit he donned looked as if it had seen better days, and the expression on his face carried the kind of skepticism that came from years of seeing the unimaginable.

Sylvia did not need to make any inquiries of the man's identity; she had recognized him almost immediately. Detective John Munch.

"Detective Conway," she informed him, offering him her hand. "And you must be the squad's conspiracy theorist."

Munch simply smirked as he accepted the womans outreached hand. "Guilty. And you're the ex-Narcotics hotshot."

Sylvia found herself raising an eyebrow at the detective's words, "Oh is that what they're calling me now?"

Fin appeared behind Munch, arms crossed, leaning on the wall beside the two, a flicker of amusement showing in his face. "I told him to go easy, but you know how he is."

Munch waved him off with his hand, "Just getting a read on our newest recruit. You were undercover for two years — that means that you're either an impeccable liar or you got tired of pretending to be someone else."

Sylvia tilted her head slightly at the older detectives' words, lips working their way into the beginning of a smile. "Guess you'll just have to stick around and find out."

Munch let out a low chuckle at the woman's response, nodding his head in Fins direction. "I like her."

Elliot, who had been waiting impatiently by the elevator, sharply let out an exaggerated exhale —  Sylvia was sure that it was the first of many that she would be hearing throughout their partnership. "Are you done yet, Munch? We've got a case."

Munch shrugged, "Don't let me stop you. And maybe try not to scare her off too fast, Stabler."

Sylvia smirked at the detectives' words before turning to step into the elevator, briefly looking over her shoulder at her new colleagues. "I don't scare easily."

Munch watched as the elevator doors finally shut before looking over at Fin, "She might just survive."❞

[manybcdthings]

HUNTER CROSS — HEADCANONS

QUIRKS, HABITS AND MEMORIES

Hunter is a whistler. Mostly to himself but also when he's meandering around, hands behind his back like an old man. He whistles parts and sections of confederate songs. This one.

Doesn't fair too well in New York with how crowded everything is, so even a simple walk somewhere along the street turns into a confrontation with strangers.

Somehow within months of living in New York, he's managed to stumble upon an illegal gambling circuit at the back of some clubs and he's usually there playing poker with them on weekends.

Still remembers Spanish from the cursed vase because his brain is analytical and focused, so without him even realizing it, he is now bilingual.

Since the Benny Saint and Elliot dating rumor, Hunter has actually lost a few followers and is unaware he was even name-dropped in any articles. He's also unaware he's actually been locked out of his Instagram because of the influx of spam on his confederate flag posts.

He's had the same stolen iPhone for years and the screen is barely usable. He still gets texts from friends etc of the previous owner and he replies to them. Has a vague friendship with someone called Ron, despite Ron thinking he's keeping in touch with the previous owner.

The rings he wears are purely for punching purposes and are made from lightweight and light traces of silver so when he takes them off he has faint scars around his fingers. The constant discomfort from them doesn't bother him, they're in case they need to be used on another wolf.

Says that he's bad at math but isn't at all, but his math skills usually become noticed when dealing with money or if he's doing something that requires measurements etc he's always insanely accurate.

Something's fucky. It usually always is, even if he can't say what's fucky at the time.

Suffers from reoccurring nightmares about having three sets of twin boys with someone called Kat. Wakes up in cold sweats and doesn't speak for half a day after he has them.

When it's time to replace old clothes, he manages to find identical items to what he's replacing. Technically hasn't had a wardrobe refresh for decades.

Within moments of entering a space, he's already figured out the fastest and most efficient exit route. In the same token, within moments of speaking to someone, he's already calculated how they're standing and their position to said exit routes in case he needs to punch them and leave.

Weirdly, he's an attentive listener and his eyes are constantly scanning the other person's face. Probably looks like he's staring at their mouth a lot too, but this is also because he doesn't always understand what the fuck anyone is saying to him.

Even if his demeanor seems otherwise, if someone genuinely came to him for help (especially if it required a physical involvement) he will help them. Also generous with money and food, because of Elliot.

Has a picture of Brandy holding a baby Elliot in his wallet. The man in the photo has been ripped out.

Is good at anything that requires manual labor, so fixing things up or making new things is his hidden talent. Along with the useless hidden talent of card tricks and shuffling them.

He enjoys taking things apart just to put them back together again, would've loved lego sets as a kid if he knew what they were.

For some reason, Hunter is prone to just seamlessly joining groups of men but usually foreign men and speaks old-man silent language with them. He's made a bunch of weird friends this way, so always has someone he knows who can get something, do something or is helpful to a situation. Doesn't say more than 3 words to them when they arrive, though.

Refuses to Uber or get a cab anywhere in the city because he doesn't want to be in the bitch seat or the back. Also avoids the subway, but when he does use it, he usually gets in a fight.

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Isla's voice carries above the sounds of life in the town street. As he hears her words, Wolf's head bows and his eyes close. Then, Elliot's voice is next. Their words tangle together and their anguish is a low foreshadowing toll of a bell. It rings over their heads in pained chimes until the sting from forming tears force open Wolf's eyes. His head lifts to see Elliot and Isla collapse to the ground and their fall mimics the drop they all experience. Years waiting and searching wind to a close and yet multiply at once. Wolf wants to rush there, to embrace his brother and the woman Elliot loves. He wants to shield them from the gathering crowd. From the pain.

Hunter moves to Elliot first but the plead and worry in his eyes cause Wolf to follow next. There's a gentle touch to their little brother's shoulder and then one to Isla's. Wolf doesn't hesitate to nod for Ryan, eager for the three older brothers to form around their youngest. It's the oldest form of protection in the book, to encase around the one who needs it most. Wolf in front of them, Hunter to Elliot's side and Ryan to Isla's. He leads them in a slow walk, knowing that the pain is a weight strapped to Elliot and Isla's feet. But, he doesn't want their pain to be a spectacle. He parts a link of onlookers with a wave of his arm, a firm but not unkind push to another wolf that doesn't move away fast enough. Walking like this is the closest they can get to carrying Elliot and Isla to the cabin. It's the closest they can get to helping, to taking away their hurt.

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The exhilaration cuts through Isla as she clings to him, palms glued to his back as her arms wrap around under his. She squeezes him. Tighter and tighter. Her whole body trying to adjust that he's here, the weight she feels in her arms is him. She has to look at him, see him. It's real, he's here. After so many years of feeling an emptiness, an unrelenting fear that she would never feel this again, she's scared to even blink. When he says he's sorry, Isla's head is shaking and her hands are back to holding his face, pressing her forehead to his. "No, no, don't, I-" because it's her that has to be sorry but she can barely speak, the words are just blubbering from her. "I missed you so much." Isla holds his face, studying his features that she has been so scared of never being able to see again. And all she can do is cry because right beside the incomprehensible joy is something unspeakable.

"Amaris- I...." it takes all of her strength to try and form the words, but each one chokes her and her head is still shaking. "She let them take her so me and Cece could get away, and I...I've been looking everywhere but-" her breaths inward are sharp and shaking. "Cece, she...in April, they took her- right from me, I was...the wolfsbane, I couldn't even fight. She hasn't been with me, Elliot." it's the first time she's been able to say it to someone who she knows will feel the same pain as she does. It's the first time she can cry about their daughter knowing that her tears are understood. The past six months she's only been able to say it while reaching other towns and staring into faces of pity looking back at her. "I'm so sorry, please...don't hate me- I couldn't fight back, I-failed her, I'm so sorry."

[thenixkat]

The She-Wolf Croatia There was an enchanted mill, so that no one could stay there, because a she-wolf always haunted it. A soldier went once into the mill to sleep. He made a fire in the parlor, went up into the garret above, bored a hole with an auger in the floor, and peeped down into the parlor.

A she-wolf came in and looked about the mill to see whether she could find anything to eat. She found nothing, and then went to the fire, and said, "Skin down! Skin down! Skin down!" She raised herself upon her hind-legs, and her skin fell down. She took the skin, and hung it on a peg, and out of the wolf came a damsel. The damsel went to the fire, and fell asleep there.

He came down from the garret, took the skin, nailed it fast to the mill-wheel, then came into the mill, shouted over her, and said, "Good morning, damsel! How do you do?

She began to scream, "Skin on me! Skin on me! Skin on me!" But the skin could not come down, for it was fast nailed.

The pair married and had two children.

As soon as the elder son got to know that his mother was a wolf, he said to her, "Mamma! Mamma! I have heard that you are a wolf."

His mother replied, "What nonsense are you talking! How can you say that I am a wolf?"

The father of the two children went one day into the field to plow, and his son said, "Papa, let me, too, go with you."

His father said, "Come."

When they had come to the field, the son asked his father, "Papa, is it true that our mother is a wolf?"

The father said, "It is."

The son inquired, "And where is her skin?"

His father said, "There it is, on the mill-wheel."

No sooner had the son got home, than he said at once to his mother, "Mamma! Mamma! You are a wolf! I know where your skin is."

His mother asked him, "Where is my skin?"

He said, "There, on the mill-wheel."

His mother said to him, "Thank you, sonny, for rescuing me." Then she went away, and was never heard of more.

Source: A. H. Wratislaw, Sixty Folk-Tales from Exclusively Slavonic Sources (London: Elliot Stock, 1889), pp. 290-291.

[onlygirlfeels]

Chapter Twenty One

I was dumbfounded. Learning that I have died numerous times and that I was bound to a powerful psychopath serial killer. It was too much to take in. I took a deep breath and before I could speak, Leith spoke. “I’m not gonna let you kill my mate.” He held my hand tightly, shielding me from Fred.

“This is the first time in a hundred years that my mistress showed herself. I think she has a new plan. I just don’t know yet.” Said Fred.

Thinking about everything, I could let him kill me, then I’d be reincarnated and he keeps killing me for another hundred years or maybe more. “I don’t know what your mistress is planning. But I’d like a chance to say goodbye before you kill me.”

Leith looked at me, shocked. “What? No!”

Fred crossed his legs, thinking.

“You have to reject me.” I told Leith. “Find another mate. You have a real chance.”

“No!” He shouted. “You are not giving us a chance.” He stood up and faced Fred. “If you must kill ker, kill me first.”

“Leith,” I sighed.

“I’m serious. I don’t want to see her die. I don’t want to live in a world where I know a part of her is somewhere out there in a different body waiting to be mercilessly killed.”

“Technically, if her body dies, that’s it. My mistress is reincarnated but not her.” Said Fred, which made things feel even heavier.

I can sense Leith’s frustration.

“My mistress did say to unlink you from her when the time comes.” Fred continued, deep in thought. “It may not be time to kill you yet.” He stood up. “Give me time to think. But please, stay away from each other. At least no mating or marking. Lycaon may be awake, but the more your magic awakens, the stronger he gets. And I think my mistress needs more time.”

The door suddenly opened, Elliot came in panting. His eyes widened when he saw Fred. With that, Fred turned and vanished.

Leith pulled me into a hug, taking a deep breath in. “I don’t think we should be hugging.” I said, wrapping my arms around him.

“What’s happening?” Asked Elliot. “Who was that?”

We explained everything to his beta. I don’t think he’d believe us if he didn’t see Fred vanish right before his eyes.

“So what do we do?” He asked.

“Fred said Lycaon can control rogues. They’re trying to bring out Vivian’s wolf. We need warriors patrolling.” said Leith. “Maybe we can inform other packs if it gets too much, they can give us a hand. But we can’t tell them about Vivian’s connection.”

“Definitely,” said Elliot. “They might just kill her and get this over with.”

Leith clenched his jaw. “Vivian needs to be kept safe.”

‘I understand that.” I said. “But maybe we can help in other ways. Fred also seems to dread the idea of killing his mistress again and again.”

“Why can’t he just unlink you now?” Asked Elliot.

I thought about it. “Maybe we’ll get answers when Mabel comes back.”

“She’s coming back?” He asked. “I thought she’s not supposed to use her magic.”

“I felt her, she’s here.” I said. “She has little magic right now. Maybe she gains more when my wolf comes out just like Lycaon. We don’t know what happens when the Mage is out of my body. Where would she even go?” I looked at Leith. “I have more questions the more Fred tells us things.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying.” Said Leith. “Does this mean mages and their apprentices are immortal? I mean, this started a century ago. And the book is 500 years old. How old are they?”

“I can’t believe he’s been doing this alone for a hundred years.” Elliot murmured. “That really sucks.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll contact the other packs.”

Leith nodded. “Set up a meeting. Let them know we were threatened. We’ll think of another way to explain things.”

Elliot started making phone calls.

“I’ll look into it more.” I said gathering the books related to Lycaon and the guild.

Leith held my hand, stopping me. “We don’t have to avoid each other.” He said.

“I know that.” I replied. “But this might do more harm than good.” I pulled my hand back. I forced a smile and left.

He might have mindlinked someone because when I got out of the packhouse, a car was waiting. I looked up at his office window. I didn’t see him but I felt a pang in my heart as we drove away.

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The Veins That Bleed Poetry

The suspense in the Zane household was palpable. Earlier in the week, Ralph had mentioned an old friend was coming to visit, someone he hadn’t seen in years. While the kids were always excited to meet someone from their parents’ past, they were particularly intrigued this time. Ralph had let it slip that his friend, Dominique, was not only a poet but also a published one. Elliot, the family’s resident bookworm and aspiring writer, was already brimming with questions.

“What’s she like?” Yaz had asked over breakfast, her toast half-forgotten on her plate.

“Is she cooler than Aunt Yvonne?” Ellias had chimed in, earning a snort from Ralph.

Andrew, sitting at the head of the table, smiled but couldn’t hide the small flicker of curiosity in his eyes. He trusted Ralph implicitly, but the mention of an old flame—even one who was now a friend—had stirred something faint and fleeting in him.

“You’ll see,” Ralph had said simply, ruffling Yaz’s hair. “She’s... different. You’ll like her.”

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When the doorbell rang that Saturday afternoon, all six Zanes—Blue included—gathered at the door. Ralph opened it to reveal Dominique, a tall woman with sharp features softened by a warm smile. She carried an air of effortless grace, her dark hair pulled into a loose bun and a messenger bag slung over one shoulder.

“Wolfe!” she greeted, pulling him into a brief but heartfelt hug.

“Dom,” Ralph replied, smiling warmly. “You look great. Come in.”

"Wolfe?" Ellias echoed, intrigued.

"Just an old nickname." Ralph explained with a curt nod.

As Dominique stepped inside, her eyes swept over the bustling household, taking in the kids and Andrew with a quick, friendly wave.

“Everyone,” Ralph said, gesturing toward her, “This is Dominique. Dom, meet my family.”

Andrew extended a hand first, his smile polite but guarded. “Andrew Zane-Vleugels. Welcome to our home.”

“Thank you,” Dominique said, shaking his hand firmly. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Ralph talks about you and the kids all the time.”

Elliot stepped forward next, practically bouncing on his heels. “Hi! I’m Elliot. I heard you’re a published poet. What’s your favorite poem you’ve written? Do you use traditional forms, or do you prefer free verse?”

Dominique laughed, clearly charmed. “That’s quite the introduction. I love free verse, but I dabble in forms too. We’ll have to talk poetry later.”

“I’d love that!” Elliot beamed.

Yaz and Ellias introduced themselves next, Yaz blurting out, “Are you as cool as Aunt Yvonne?”

“Doubtful,” Dominique replied, her eyes twinkling. “But I’ll do my best.”

Even Blue seemed to take an immediate liking to Dominique, wagging his tail enthusiastically as she scratched behind his ears.

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The family gathered in the living room, the kids taking up their usual spots on the floor while Dominique sat on the couch between Ralph and Andrew. She regaled them with stories of her travels, her slam poetry readings experiences, and the odd characters she’d met along the way.

Elliot hung on her every word, occasionally scribbling notes in his ever-present journal. Yaz and Ellias, while less enthralled by the poetry talk, were still engaged, especially when Dominique shared anecdotes about her adventurous mishaps, like getting lost in the Italian countryside while searching for inspiration.

Andrew, to his credit, listened attentively, though his gaze would occasionally flicker to Ralph. He noticed the easy camaraderie between the two, the way they laughed at inside jokes from years ago. It wasn’t jealousy exactly—it was more of a protective curiosity.

At one point, Dominique caught Andrew’s eye and said, “You know, Ralph always talked about how much he admired you back in the day. Even when we were just friends, he’d say, ‘There’s this guy I used to know who had this way with words...’”

Andrew blinked, caught off guard. “He did?”

“Absolutely.” Dominique smiled warmly. “And I can see why.”

Andrew felt the faint flush of warmth in his cheeks and offered a more genuine smile in return.

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Over dinner, the conversation turned lively. Dominique shared more stories, and the kids eagerly chimed in with tales of their own adventures.

When Andrew got up to clear the table, Dominique followed him to the kitchen.

“Hey,” she said softly, leaning against the counter. “I just wanted to say... I hope my being here doesn’t feel weird. Ralph and I are ancient history, but I wouldn’t want to cause any awkwardness.”

Andrew paused, glancing over at her. “It’s not weird,” he said after a moment. “Maybe a little surprising at first, but... I can see you’re an important part of his past. And you’re obviously great with the kids.”

Dominique smiled. “Thanks for saying that. For what it’s worth, he seems ridiculously happy with you.”

Andrew chuckled. “He’s not too bad himself.”

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As the evening wound down, Dominique stood to leave, promising to visit again soon.

“Next time, bring some of your poetry,” Elliot insisted. “I want to see how you format your lines!”

“Deal.” Dominique said, ruffling his hair.

At the door, Dominique gave Ralph another hug. “Thanks for having me. It was so good to catch up.”

“Anytime,” Ralph replied. “Take care of yourself.”

As Dominique turned to Andrew, she extended a hand. “It was really great to meet you.”

Andrew surprised her by pulling her into a brief hug. “Likewise. Don’t be a stranger.”

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That night, after the kids were tucked in, Andrew and Ralph sat together on the couch, a comfortable silence between them.

“She’s nice.” Andrew said finally. "I thought it'd be hard to get along with her, given the history. But it was great getting to know her."

“She is,” Ralph agreed. He glanced at Andrew, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But not nearly as nice as you.”

Andrew rolled his eyes, but his smile was unmistakable.

“You know,” Ralph said, leaning closer, “I bet you get away with a lot of trouble with that smile.”

Andrew laughed, leaning into him. “I try my best.”

And just like that, any lingering doubts dissipated into thin air, leaving only love in its wake.

[secrettyrant]

Wolf's face scrunches as the slap sounds across Elliot's face, but he's laughing and unable to control it because of Hunter and Ryan's involvement. "Come on, we got plenty of room for another kiddo!" he waves a hand to try and encourage Elliot to take the woman's number, excited to be an Uncle for the millionth time. However, Wolf notices Elliot's reaction to be genuine but before he can say anything else he hears Hunter's bark and instantly joins in with a howl, slamming his fist rhythmically against the side of the trailer as he laughs and ruffs along with his brothers. Until Hunter is trying to approach her with intimidation and Wolf is quickly tutting. "I guess Hunt gets a kick out of being told no twice?" he goads, chuckling loudly and only stepping forward slightly to drop a hand onto Elliot's shoulder not realizing that it means there's now three men etching far too close into a woman's space.

"Oh of course, got no idea who she is." Connie seethed, trying to yell above the rowdy noise but also not caring about the show when it came to her sister. "Well, you knew her well enough a few weeks ago Elliot!" she waved her hands, frantically. "You dropped her off, gave her your name and then sped off." she explained in a rush and then glanced to...Hunter? as he spoke, fuming that he had the audacity to laugh about it. "Pig." she bit at him, but her focus was more on Elliot and she turned back and quickly grabbed the taller Cross by the ear with a pinch between her fingers to pull him down to her level. "You!" she began, using her other hand to grab her phone from her pocket. "You're gonna take her damn number, you're gonna text her. Apologize. And then, I want to see your stupid face at every appointment. Every scan. Everything. I want to see you so often that I end up hating you even more than I do right now. You hear me!?"

[wilrtdroses]

theotherwoman.

𝜗𝜚 Ch. 1: The Crossing of Paths

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist

𝜗𝜚 Fandom: L&O SVU // Pairing: Elliot Stabler x OC

𝜗𝜚 "She was running from her past. He was still tied to his own. Neither of them expected their lives to become entwined."

𝜗𝜚 WC: 829

⤿ 💌A/N: Hello!! This is chapter one of my series "theotherwoman." that I have posted on wattpad!

𝜗𝜚 I merely own Sylvia Conway and her backstory, as well as any other OCs that may be mentioned throughout this story. All other rights and reserves go to Wolf Entertainment, Universal Television, and NBC.

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❝Sylvia stepped off of the elevator, taking a moment to survey her surroundings. The air inside the SVU bullpen was thick with the scent of burnt coffee and fading cologne, a stark contrast to the orderly chill of her last precinct. The sounds of ringing phones and shuffling papers formed a steady hum, grounding her as she took in her new surroundings. It wasn't her first time walking into a new squad room, but somehow, this time felt different.

This time, she was here to start anew.

Sylvia hesitated for a moment, taking this time to adjust her collar, pushing back the small, irrational worry that someone here might see right through her — past the crisp new badge and the confident posture, straight into the mess she was still trying to outrun. But she didn't  have the time to waste dwelling on that now, she continued to make her way through the arched entrance.

However, she found herself pausing again as a familiar voice snapped her out of her absentminded daze.

"Well, if it isn't Sylvia Conway."

She looked up to find none other than Fin Tutuola leaning back in his chair, that same old smirk forming on his lips.

"Didn't realize this place was collecting narcotics detectives," he added, eyeing her with a look she could only perceive as one of pure amusement.

Sylvia huffed out a laugh, the stiff posture she had found herself baring now relaxing slightly. "Yeah, well, guess you guys needed someone who actually knows how to make a bust."

Fin chuckled, now rising from his chair to approach the young woman. "It is good to have you here though. I know SVU's a different scene than what you're used to, but you'll fit in just fine." His voice was steady, familiar — one of the only things in this new place that didn't make her feel uncertain.

"Well, I appreciate that," she said, and she truly did, she could feel the sentiment behind his words. Fin had been her go-to in narcotics more times than she could truly remember, and though she hadn't told him everything, he knew enough. Enough to have her back without asking too many questions.

Before she could say more, a deep voice cut in from behind her.

"You the new transfer?" The voice questioned.

She turned — and there he was.

Elliot Stabler.

Slyvia had read his file, of course. Had heard his name come up more times than she could count, both in the force and in Fin's offhand comments. But nothing could quite prepare her for meeting him in person.

Tall. Broad. With a presence that seemed to have the ability to fill any room before he could even let out a word. Not to mention those eyes — sharp, unreadable, like he was attempting to solve a case through just looking at her.

"Yeah," she replied, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Detective Conway. Just transferred in from narcotics."

He nodded, studying her for a beat longer than necessary before gesturing towards a seemingly open desk with a simple head nod. "That's yours. We catch cases fast here, so I hope you don't need a leniency period."

"Don't worry, Stabler," Sylvia scoffed, setting her bag down on said desk. "I don't need anyone to hold my hand."

Fin let out a low chuckle, and for the first time, Sylvia thought she caught the slightest hint of amusement flicker across Elliot's face — Only for a brief moment, before returning to his seemingly inherent brooding expression.

"Good," he said, before turning around and walking off towards Captain Cragen's office.

Sylvia exhaled, only now realizing that she had been holding her breath throughout the entire interaction.

Fin chuckled lightly, catching the look that had briefly flashed across the womans face as the two made eye contact. "That's Stabler for you," he muttered, shaking his head. "He can be a lot, but you grow used to it with time."

Sylvia simply nodded although she wasn't so sure how confident she was in that statement.

She couldn't directly pinpoint it, but something about Elliot Stabler told her she would never 'get used' to him.❞

[xandriagreat]

Family Is Family | Chapter four

First chapter | Last chapter | Next chapter | Master post

Notice/Warnings: judging, fear, almost falling, food/eating mentioned

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Lou looked around the mansion. 

Everything was festive for the holidays. Even the ballroom was ready for a party. 

Lou was so amazed by the decorations that he didn’t notice the big gorilla behind him.

“You’re amazed, aren’t you.”

Lou jumped a bit and turned around to see Gregory, towering over him. “Oh, hi! Yeah, I am amazed.” the little shark chuckled.

Then Jae ran into the room and exclaimed excitedly, “Hey, Dad! Lou! Elliot is here! It’s time for tailoring!”

Lou was confused and asked, “Who’s Elliot?”

Jae looked at him. “He’s a tailor.”

Lou nodded slowly, sort of understanding.

Gregory smiled and put an arm around Lou, guiding him to an extra room with Jae.

In the extra room, there was a man with some sewing supplies and different types of fabric. The man looked up and smiled softly. “It’s good to see you again, Gregory and Jae.” the man said to Gregory and Jae before looking at Lou. “And who are you?”

“I-um… Lou…” Lou whispered nervously. 

The man hummed softly, “Nice to meet you Lou. I’m Elliot Heartsewn.”

Then Elliot got a notepad, pen, and measuring tape from the table, asking, “Who’s first?”

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Jae and Lou were allowed to go and watch a movie in the living room after Elliot got both of their measurements.

“We can watch The Christmas Carol!” Jae said happily.

“Yeah!” Lou agreed.

Then they both ran out of the room to go get the movie.

Gregory chuckled as they both ran off. 

“So, that’s the lad that you’re planning to adopt.” Elliot said, taking Gregory’s measurements, sounding confused. 

Gregory looked at him and asked, “What's wrong with that?”

Elliot shrugged as he started to work on the suit after getting Gregory measurements. “I-I don’t know… It’s just… odd, I guess.”

“Explain.” Gregory said, sounding cold. He walked over to the tailor.

"I-uh-well…" Elliot stuttered and chuckled nervously as he looked up at him. 

Gregory towered over him, a scolding face looking down at him.

"I-it's be-because he's… different from you and Joanne." Elliot said finally. 

Gregory hummed softly and nodded slowly. "I see… That's very judgmental and not nice. Even for the holidays." he said, putting a hand on Elliot's shoulder.

Elliot's breathing started to quickened. "Gregory, please… Please don't give me the same fate as Everett Evergreen… Please… I'm sorry…" Elliot begged. 

Gregory breathed softly and let go of Elliot's shoulder. "You're on your first strike, Elliot." he said, walking away.

"I-what?" the tailor asked, confused. "You're not going to-?"

"No. I'm not." Gregory replied, who stopped walking and looked at Elliot. "I always give everyone three warnings, then I choose their fate."

Before Elliot could speak, Gregory said, "You can work on the outfits in your shop. Danny will help you out to your car."

Then Gregory walked away.

"I- um… Thank you..?" Elliot called out.

Gregory chuckled and went to the living room. He saw both Lou and Jae hugging each other on the couch. He smiled softly and sat down on the couch, watching the movie with them. 

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The day of the party that Gregory's hosting arrived.

Lou was in his suit and was having trouble with his tie. Jae just came in and noticed that he was struggling. “Want help?” she asked, walking over to him. He nodded and turned to her. She helped tie the tie.

“Thanks, Jae.” Lou said, smiling and noticed her outfit.

Jae was wearing a suit but the suit coat was like a dress.

“You look nice.” Lou commented.

Jae smiled. “Thank you. Now come on! I think everyone’s here!”

Lou followed her to the ballroom, where there were a lot of anthros, dressed in their best.

Some were predators and some were prey, but they were all having a great time. 

At one point, Lou noticed a dark gray-brown wolf dancing with a beautiful doe on the dance floor. He was getting some water when he noticed them. 

“Don’t worry. He’s not going to hurt her.” a voice said that came from the table. Lou jumped and looked at the table to see a small piranha, wearing hispicinc clothing. 

“Oh, hi!” Lou exclaimed at him.

The little piranha waved at him. “Hola.”

Then the little piranha tried to get some water but he was struggling by holding the cup and trying to move the tap to get water. It was very hard since his body was about the same size as the cup and trying not to fall. 

Shark noticed and asked, “Do you want help?”

“I’m good-” the small piranha started but almost fell off the table. Thankfully, Lou caught him.

Lou turned the tap and the piranha filled his cup. Lou got himself a cup too and filled it before turning off the tap.

“I’m Lou, by the way.” the little shark said smiling.

“Pepe.” the little piranha said, smiling at him back.

Both took a sip of their drinks and looked at the dark gray-brown wolf and the beautiful doe. 

“So, how do you know that he’s not going to hurt her?” Lou asked, looking back at Pepe.

“They’re a couple, that's what I know… and well, a few years ago, I thought that he was going to hurt her. So, I bit his tail to stop. Then the next thing I knew was that I flew to the punch bowl.” Pepe explained. “I think that’s one of the reasons that they stopped serving punch and use these things.”

Lou hummed and nodded.

They both talked, ate some sweets, and danced for the rest of the party and had fun until it was over, which made both of them sad.

“Be safe and have a happy holiday, Pepe.” Lou said, hugging Pepe.

“You have a happy holiday too.” Pepe said, hugging back.

After Pepe left with his Mama, Lou looked up at Gregory, who was carrying a sleeping Jae.

“I made a friend.” Lou said, smiling big.

Gregory smiled back softly and he listened to Lou talk as they went upstairs to get to bed from the long fun party.

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Author's note: Merry Christmas/happy holidays everyone!

[nyssasorbit]

How do you make your thumbnails they look so good omg

Thank you so much!! To be honest, I'm not entirely sure 😅 I reference Erik's array of thumbnails a lot, but I mostly just goof around and try to make something that looks visually appealing. 

However, in an effort to give you a serious answer, here's a long reply below the cut where I walk through my design process!

Sooo let's see. The first thing I decide on is the symbol! 

Now, the symbols Erik uses I assume?? are just stock photos he finds online, but the ones he chooses represent what the character is, and typically embody imagery one would first think of upon that description. While there's some exceptions: the vampires are fangs, the wolves are wolf/dog icons, the demons (minus Gavin and Cam) are horns, the elementals are their respective element. Some specific ones are Flyboi, who's an airplane, or Pizza Guy Boyfriend, who's a heart-shaped pizza. These are all recognizable enough without being too kitschy (i.e., none of the vampires have a silhouette of Dracula). 

The exceptions to the rule are Will, who's a crown because he's considered as the King, not another vampire, and James, who's symbol is the ETS logo, because for all intents and purposes, he is our voice of ETS. Another one is Avior, whose symbol seems to embody more his story/situation than his character. 

And this can get kinda creative depending on how you go about it. Kalila's is a bat masquerade mask, which plays both into her being a vampire (since bats are another form of "vampire" imagery) and a little about her character. Maisie's is a cowboy hat since her label is "country girl", but I could have also gone with something like a cowboy boot, or maybe even a lasso. Elliot's, Blake's, and my OC Ava's symbols all have a creative take on their respective symbols. Elliot's (and Blake's once) is a maze, representing how a dreamwalker can construct dreams. Blake's is something you could kind of attribute to being "cult-like". Ava's is a puzzle, putting a detective spin on the regular Dreamwalker symbol. 

Next is the layout! I reference back to the actual thumbnails for these a lot, trying to figure out how he makes them the way he does. I was a studio major, so I don't think I have much of an eye for graphic design, but I try, lol.

Erik has a lot of fun ones, and I notice he tries to experiment with layouts and things to keep them interesting. The more basic ones are general text with the icon around it like these ones:

This also includes him taking advantage of the circular-shaped icons to use as an O in the words, which eliminates the need for him to find space for the symbol elsewhere in the thumbnail. 

Others that I haven't tampered with yet also include things like shapes, repetitive/excessive text, "wall-to-wall" text, and text that interacts with the respective character's symbols like these: 

Which leads me to: Spacing! Now, I have no solidified guide to how I've been doing the spacing, since I've just been eyeing it and comparing to get it the way I want it. However, I do try to keep text evenly-spaced on the thumbnail as often as I can.  The words, no matter the sizing, are equidistant from each other, and I tend to line text up with the largest phrase if I don't choose to center it, like these: 

The symbol placement in relation to the text also depends on what you want the thumbnail to say. I've had to change the sentences a few times because I just couldn't get other ideas to work right, and some symbols are more difficult than others. Kalila and Sam's symbol was hard to figure out because Kalila's symbol is longer than Sam's, so trying to fit them in evenly-enough took some effort.

Then, colours!As seen above, Erik tends to use a single solid colour in his thumbnails, then balance it with white and shades of gray. Some characters seem to have their own "defining" colour, like the elemental boys in particular, and others are a mixed bag even when not considering the anthology videos. They can also vary between what you believe to be a "defining" colour for the character (i.e., Sam's videos tend to be in shades of red, Elliot's tend to be cool colours from what I can tell. I chose purple for my shadow elemental character as the next-closest option that wasn't black), or colours that fit the video scenario (i.e., the anthology vids [gaming, Springback, etc.]. My first Kalila icon is themed for Halloween, in the colours of candy corn, though he doesn't seem to ever use more than one solid colour for any one thumbnail.)

I noticed that Erik doesn't seem to use a pattern on his text for only a portion of it; he covers the patterns over the whole text minus the character and "edition" text. This helps the thumbnail itself look less cluttered (I think) and allows the character symbol to really pop.

And finally, the character label and "edition" text! Erik tends to move these around and, depending on what looks appealing and how your chosen sentence texts fits, this can travel around the bottom or sides of the thumbnail. The character label I usually try to pick as “honest” rather than something flattering or trying to add a “hook” to my character, personally. What’s the base part of their personality that will shine the most in their default? For Kalila, I chose “eccentric” as opposed to “cute” or “cinnamon-roll” (which is what I would probably consider her), and even despite the serious tone on Ava’s thumbnail, I chose to describe her as “plucky” since she’s normally a relaxed and outgoing. In Hestia’s fic, she’s described as “enthusiastic”, but the more honest label for her would be “lonely”.

The “edition” I try to follow the same course for, even though that’s a bit difficult to decide for a video and/or story that doesn’t exist. I’ve had to change a few of them a couple times since I didn’t have more than a small idea in mind, and I wanted to capture the whole events that would be in the video rather than one small part of it, such as referring specifically to whatever sentence is placed in the main part of the thumbnail. For example, Kalila’s subtext was initially “Celebration Edition”, but since a good chunk of that fic was Fred and Bri arguing, I chose “Surprise Edition” instead, since the meeting and pseudo-celebration were both kind of a surprise to them. Kieran’s changed from “Teasing Edition” to “Discussion Edition” since I imagined that Chrys and Ava teasing him would only be a portion of the entire video. It’s a part of it that would probably stand out, but that’s what the main text is for.

Annnnnnnnd I think that’s everything! There’s of course exceptions to all these probably arbitrary rules, and ways to break said rules as found in Erik’s own thumbnails! But this is just how I tend to break down how to make them for myself ✨

[secrettyrant]

It's instant for Wolf to wave his hand and dismiss Elliot's words. A small scoff accompanies it and then small laughter. "That's the biggest load of shit I've ever heard." he says with pointed care. "Being there for one another is never about what you can get from somebody, it's not about what you receive because of what you gave. Do you love Isla because of what she does? Purely because it's something you get? No, because you're not a selfish crap-head." Wolf's passion rises with his laughter. "You do things for us, Elliot. You keep us going and in many ways you taught all of us the importance of being there for one another. Those sort of things don't have a price, either."

His laughter teeters off into a sigh, Wolf's eyes scanning over the browning leaves and then to the trees above them. Sometimes, the kiss of a fresh breeze can calm a mind but these days, it fills Wolf with a longing. Their past life was never one to miss but Wolf wishes he could reach out and grab the uncertainty that's around them, twist it into stability. He glances to Elliot then, shrugging because their brother is something of his own storm. "I think things will feel lighter when it's solved. But, I also think it's something Hunter has to discover for himself. And we have to just...let him. Be there when he realizes we are there." because there's no telling Hunter anything. "He's his own worst enemy, that's for sure. But I doubt he's going anywhere. I think he made a promise to himself when you were a child that wherever you went, he'd go. I think we all did."

They trudge ahead, drawing near their starting point as they come full circle around the perimeter. Another few rounds and their shift will be over. Elliot chews the inside of his cheek, glancing at Wolf briefly before blinking and looking away. "Sometimes I feel like y'all do more for me than I can for you..." he admits in a quiet voice, knowing that his brothers have gone through fire time and again for him. "That don't mean I don't appreciate it," he adds quickly, clearing his throat. "Just...wish I could do the same, I guess." Elliot shrugs because it's a feeling he's chased his entire life – wanting to be there for his brothers. "I know you would." It's never been a question.

He scuffs his boots over a few stones as they cross a little brook and then Elliot marks the time they get back to the north gates of town. He gives a slight wave to the watchtower and then tucks his notebook back again. "I will. It's hard to know what the right thing to say is...you're not alone in that." Because sorry becomes empty after a while. And while he knows Isla doesn't hold his absence against him, Elliot will never regret something more than not being there when Isla and Cece needed him most.

Elliot gives a small, wistful smile as Wolf repeats the phrase. They've all been there, but he's never felt it more than he has when Isla came back to him. The joy was overwhelming, but so was the grief. Happy-sad. Existing between two truths, neither more or less real than the other. "D'ya think once the bans over...it'll get better?" He sighs, raking a hand through his hair and adjusting his cap for the thousandth time. "I just...we all still need him and maybe he thinks we don't...but that ain't true."

[secrettyrant]

closed starter, hyde flowers elliot and wolf @ofwrxth

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"No, no. I mean it. Blue is essentially a distortion of light. Amazing, right? Color isn't really out there. It's just our brains, tellin' us what it is." Wolf chuckles along wth Isla as he sits criss cross ontop of the counter, the two of them canoodling like they're old friends or lovers. "Obviously it's pretentious as all hell to say color doesn't exist. Just because our minds create something doesn't mean it's not real. Would we say Mother Nature isn't real?" he blows a raspberry, making Isla laugh more. "Not when there's musical laughter she creates like that, it's impossible for her not to be everywhere." It's the bell that rings that makes the two stop their conversation, Isla waving at the sight of Elliot and Wolf giving a polite bow of his head akin to a Buddhist monk. "Good day baby brother. You're looking at your new co-worker! How great is that?"

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 3- The Swedish Job

Summary: After learning of Diego’s wonderful ‘cough cough ‘terrible’ cough cough’ plan to stop the assassination of JFK. And figuring out Sir Reginald is in the recovered footage, you, Diego, and Five went out to find him. Ending the night with Diego getting shanked by his own father. Now here you are in the aftermath trying to convince Diego, he needs to rest.

Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 If you want tagged just hit me up.

This is like 55% smut ngl.⚔️

To make a long story short, you didn’t end up talking it out with Sir Reginald Hargreeves, or find anything worth dying for either. No hidden notes or files were to be found. And all that you took away from this fun little adventure. A bleeding Diego, and a cranky old man in a 13-year-olds body who also happened to get scratched by an aggressive monkey. Who turned out to be baby Pogo, things have been weirder. So you took it in stride, and hauled Diego’s ass to Elliot’s house, while Five drove, you keeping pressure on the wound the whole time.

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Getting some medical supplies ready, you glance at an unconscious Diego, who’s sleeping soundly on the couch. Shirt off and looking as handsome as ever, contrary to the bloody bandaid covering his injury that you applied earlier. So far he was doing fine, and that’s all you needed to know. You cursed yourself for not stepping up in time to prevent this little mishap. But how could you have known Diego would get stabbed? All that mattered was that he’s alive and not dead. Ben wouldn’t want anyone else hanging around Klaus most likely anyways. He deals with enough nonsense already, you assume.

While holding the steel medical instruments, one in each hand, you carefully position yourself next to Diego. Slowly bringing the utensils closer to his damaged skin, preparing to cauterize the bloody cut. A second later you make contact, hearing a gross sizzling sound and smelling the burning of human flesh. Disgusting. Instantly Diego’s eyes shoot open, gasping at the hot pain your causing him. Being dramatic and starting to get louder, sounding like drums in your ears. Not helping whatsoever.

“Would you quite yelling I’ve never done this before” You tell him honestly while concentrating on the task at hand.

“What happened?” Diego asks you, confused as to how he got here.

“I saved you...again.” You reply bluntly, still working on his wound.

“Did you even listen to the plans?” He mumbles sassily.

“Your plans were stupid and it was entertaining watching you get your ass kicked by your own dad, if I might add.” You reply while finally looking up at him.

Suddenly he goes wide eyed again, lifting his head up to better access the situation. “Where are my clothes Y/N?! The hell happened to my clothes?” He says distressed, trying to get up.

Frustrated with his lack of listening skills you push the cauterizing tool closer into his skin, listening to the sizzle once again. Diego looks down at the damage as he yells out loudly in agony, then abruptly laying down with a groan in defeat. Falling unconscious from the large influx of pain, and conveniently not moving again either. Good.

Focusing back on the task of playing doctor, Five sighs, walking into the room. “Oh. He isn’t dead.”

“Disappointed.” Lila asks, trailing in after him from some hidden corner.

“Oh, to see you? Always.” He jabs back.

“So much hostility in such a tiny package. How are you two friends?” She asks, glancing at you unamused by Five’s rudeness.

“He’s an added bonus for dating Diego.” You vaguely explain, smiling to yourself as she nods and focuses her attention back to Five.

“Did you cut yourself shaving? I could tech you to shave like a big boy.” Quips Lila bluntly.

Snorting in amusement at her banter with Five, you look over to him. Who’s holding up a cotton pad over his scratch marks. “No, just ran into an old family friend.” He says tiredly with a sigh.

Looking briefly behind him, he points to Elliot who’s still tied to the dentist chair, unable to properly speak. “Neither of you untied him?” He asks.

“I was preoccupied.” You shrug.

“I wasn’t told otherwise.” Lila says, while sitting down and reclining in a chair.

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While you’re throwing one of Diego’s knives into the nearby wall for some pastime target practice. An annoying alarm begins to sound throughout the room, “Hey, we got one. Hey, one of those machines you asked for his going crazy.” Announces Elliot from across the room in his swivel chair. Five speeding past you to see what the commotions about.

“Which one?” He asks quickly.

“It’s the, uh, atmosphere radar.”

“Good.” Five adds.

“I don’t get it. What are they tracking? A hurricane? A storm front?” Elliot wonders, confused as to what his radar system is showing them.

“Sound waves.” They say collectively in realization.

Five starts to back away, you knowing exactly what he’s about to do. A flash and he’s gone.

“Wow. What...Hey, where are you going?” Inquires Elliot, not used to Five’s way of handling things. Which is usually alone.

Giving him a shrug you turn back around to throw another knife, hitting the bullseye with a thud, and splintering the wood in the process. “I wonder if he’ll actually find Vanya?” You think, pondering the possible whereabouts of the rest of your friends.

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Halting your arm from throwing another dart, your ears prick, abruptly catching the sound of Diego creaking the bed from the other room. Oh that man is not about to get up, you thought, turning to Lila. “I’m gonna have to forfeit, wolfman apparently thinks he’s okay enough to get up.” You tell her while rolling your eyes, setting your spare darts on the table and turning to find Diego.

Walking into his makeshift room you watch as he painfully stands up from the bed, grimacing and trying to breathe steadily, as not to cause anymore pain for himself.

“So what are your plans now tough guy, by the way Elliot’s made mushy tuna.” You tell him while leaning against the door frame.

“No. It’s a tuna mold.” Replies Elliot while walking away with his tuna mold, half offended.

“Y/N, where’s my shirt?”

“Last I checked you had a stab wound, so if you can all of a sudden miraculously harness my healing powers. Your ass is staying in bed.” You tell him sternly, knowing he’s not gonna listen.

“What, no I can’t, this is all connected to JFK, and my Dad’s right in the middle of it.” He explains while putting pants on. “That’s why he attacked me last night.” Looking to your right you pick up a mop-less wooden stick, and decide to have some fun getting him to shut up. “Cause he knows that I’m actually getting closer to..” he doesn’t have time to finish before you poke him directly into his bandaged bloody wound. Earning a gargled yell from him in the process, he then falls directly onto the bed grunting in pain from your cheap shot.

“Yeah you look like you’re ready to throw hands, why don’t you fight me right now. And if you win I’ll let you go.” You tell him with a shit eating grin plastered onto your smug face.

He looks up at you slightly offended and very much frustrated. “What is wrong with you?” He exclaims from the bed, still in pain.

Throwing your arms up in irritation, you try and reason with his stubbornness. “Just going out on a limb here, but if I remember correctly, you almost got killed last night. Take a day off, D.” You tell him, setting your temporary weapon off to the side. Swiveling back around on one foot, you gracefully jump onto the bed, positioning yourself right next to Diego’s discouraged and mostly naked form.

Propping your left arm up to look down at Diego, he tells you sadly, “I can’t believe I got shanked by my own father.”

“Wild right. What a prick.” You say trying to comfort him with a little humor. “Listen, if it helps any, he didn’t know you were his son when he shanked you.”

“Still, he cheap-shotted me.” He says still looking sadly off into nowhere. “Man to man, that son of a bitch wouldn’t stand a chance.” He tells you with hidden fight in his voice.

Not wanting to fully dampen his withering spirits to much but still wanting to tease him a little. You carelessly caress his skin, trailing up to push on his cut ever so lightly. Pulling forth a pained gasp from Diego, giving him a silent reminder that’s he’s in no shape to fight.

“Why didn’t you stick to the plan?” He asks finally turning to face you. Taking his statement into consideration, you lay down next to him on your back. Staring up at the ceiling, you can feel his eyes on you. “I trust you Diego, just not what’s always going on up in there.” Pointing to your head, referring to Diego’s own problem making skills. Breathing heavily you start, “I know what it’s like to die, it’s lonely and dark. You feel cold and weak, you can’t move, see, hear, or feel anything.”

Sighing you continue, “I remember the first time I died. Have I ever told you about it?”

Looking at you more intensely now he replies in a whisper, “Never.”

You glance at him for a moment before diving right back into your story, trying to make a point as to why he shouldn't be actively putting himself in danger. “I was 5 at the time, my heightened senses and all that other shit came to be before I figured out I was immortal. It was hard not understanding why I could hear so well. Or run in the dark through my house without tripping, unlike my parents, who couldn’t see shit without a flashlight.”

You kept your eyes fixed on the ceiling with a troubled expression crossing your face, letting the memories flood back into your mind. “A fire started late one night, mum had left one of her scented candles burning on a wooden table downstairs. She didn’t mean to leave it there, but the dogs were getting rowdy again, so she had to put them away in their cages. And dad was already in bed snoozing away. I could smell the smoke before I new something was wrong, then I heard my mother screaming and my dad yelling for her to calm down.”

“Shit” Diego whispered.

“The fire had burned so fast through our house, it had gone up the stairs and reached our hallway. Fortunately for my parents, their room was at the end of the hall, so their escape to freedom was easy. But unfortunately for myself, I was trapped, I couldn’t open my windows and the door handle burned to much to touch. I huddled in the corner of my room terrified, and then just like that, my door was gone and the flames shot in.” You tell him with a shaky breath as a lone tear runs down the side of your face and into your hairline.

“What did it feel like?” He asks softly, nervous as to what you’re about to say. Letting you take your time.

“It was excruciating. I’d never felt pain like it before. Sure I’d scraped my knee or walked into the wall a couple times when I was smaller, it happens. But this pain, this was like having boiling water poured over you all while standing on hot coals.”

“Jesus.”

“When the firemen found me, they thought I was a charred corpse. They picked me up and set me down in the grass, and that’s when I woke up. The guy fainted and my mother rushed over to me in hysterics.” You yawned, tired from the emotional roller-coaster you were currently putting yourself through. “After that they realized something was definitely up with me, and 7 years later they decided I was to much to handle and then ‘poof’ I was an unwilling member of the Umbrella Academy. The end.” You finish, turning your head to look directly at Diego, as he sits up on his right elbow turning to fully face you.

“I had no idea. Why haven’t you ever told me before?” He wonders.

Bringing your jaded gaze back to Diego, you go to explain. “It’s not like it’s that fun of a memory. And anyways you never asked.” You mutter, taking in a deep breath, and relaxing again.

“I guess we could stay longer...for a bit. I guess that’s okay.” He murmurs in that gravely voice of his that you’ve missed so much.

Sitting up on your left elbow to meet his dark eyes, faces inches apart, you start to contemplate where this close proximity may lead you. Smoothly hinting at your excitement you tell him while smirking, “I’ve spent one year and 7 months trying to find you, if you don’t kiss me in the next...” you don’t have time to finish before his lips come crashing onto yours for a sweet and hungry embrace.

Pulling away instantly you lightly slap him across the face, making him groan loudly and throw his hands up to his stinging skin. “What the hell, Y/N?! What is wrong with you woman?!” He exclaims muffled by his hands, until he pulls them away to reveal an incredibly confused expression littering his features.

Laughing for a moment, you smile while climbing on top of him, pinning him to the bed between your unmoving legs, “You didn’t let me finish.” You say lovingly, hovering over Diego’s shirtless body.

“Ow. Oh, oh, ow, ow, ow.” Diego suddenly says while flinching in pain at the sudden new pressure of your body weight on his torso.

“Oh, shit. Sorry love.” You tell him smiling as you lean your body onto your legs more, so you’re not completely crushing him.

Mock glaring up at you, Diego breaks out into a huge smile. “Just. Be gentle.” He says kissing you again. “God, you’re the most weirdest and fantastic person I’ve ever met.” He says breathlessly, staring deep into your beaming eyes. Not being able to hold yourself back anymore you lean down attacking his lips in a heated embrace. His hands instantly go to your hips on instinct, like he’s done it a million times before. You both begin exploring each other’s bodies like it was the first time all over again, wanting nothing more then to feel every muscle and curve both of you have to offer.

Breaking his lips away from yours, he quickly goes to tell you something important, as a fake pout falls to your face, “These have to go.” He says, as he reaches for the bottom of your white tank top and begins to pull it up, you helping him speed up the process. Taking your shirt in one hand he throws it, not giving two fucks as to where it could have landed. You also not caring in the slightest, just eager to get things rolling. Next you skillfully unclasp your bra, taking it off and flinging it off to the side. Diego stares at you with a giant grin spread across his face. Reaching out to gently caress the sides of your breasts, his hands slowly trailing up your body to bring you down to kiss him again.

“I guess I won’t be needing these.” You mumble in between kisses. Referring to your pants and underwear, annoyingly concealing the prize jewels. On both of you in fact. Awkwardly struggling to rip your pants off, you lay next to Diego for a brief moment finally getting your jeans and chucking them across the small room. Jumping back into action, you straddle him, hands roaming all over each other once again. As your lips make contact, savoring every second with him for as long as you can.

Moaning in deep satisfaction you take a breath to tell Diego, “As much as I’m digging you in white, these things gotta go.” You explain while kissing his cheek, sneakily reaching down to tug at his tight white underwear that now are concealing a noticeable bulge. “You first mi amor.” He purrs seductively in your ear, you just about die. As gracefully as you can muster, you tear your undergarments off accidentally kneeing Diego in the gut, thankfully not near his stab wound. “Oh shit.” You laugh breathlessly, as Diego grunts in pain but only for a moment, before flipping you over, pinning you to the bed. “I’ll let that slid.” He says smiling at you, kissing you again real quick before he takes off his own underwear. Revealing the true king jewels, you’ve been absolutely dying for, no pun intended.

Diego looks deeply into your eyes, opening up your legs and kissing your inner thigh. Sending shock-waves of pleasure and pure joy throughout your whole being. God it’s been a long fucking time, you thought. As agonizingly slow as ever, Diego gently kisses your stomach. Inching his way up to your mouth with light butterfly kisses that make their way up in between your breasts, then to your collarbone, neck, cheeks, and eventually arriving at your wanting lips. All the while he continues to feverishly feel you up, you not shying away as you do the exact same. In true Diego style, without warning he thrusts into you, making you moan loudly in pleasant surprise. His thrusts are slow and full of passion at first, both of you savoring the moment for as long as you can take. Until it’s not enough for you anymore, you begin bucking your hips into his, trying to get more friction. Diego takes your not-so-subtle hint and obliges by picking up the pace., pounding into you harder, perfectly hitting your sweet spot every time.

 “Ah, fuck.” 

He grunts while pushing you further into the mattress with that muscular heavenly body of his. He sloppily kisses the side of your opened mouth that’s quietly releasing satisfied moans with each new thrust of his cock into your soaking walls. To say that you are on cloud nine would be a severe understatement. It’s been way to damn long since you’ve had a good fuck, and there was no way anyone from the 60′s was getting anything from you while you patiently waited for Diego. The bed shakes as his sweaty body rocks you back and forth into the soft blankets, your hands hold onto his back for support while he continues to fill you up to the max as he pulls in and out of you like a madman. You suddenly let out a shaky gasp when his hard cock hits your sweet spot in the most perfect of ways. He leans his elbows onto the bed as he looks down at your pleased face with a smile, satisfied with his fruitful work at making you get this way, so completely undone, and all because of Diego. You bite your lip as a knot begins to form into your dripping core, you open your eyes to watch as Diego appears to mirror you, he begins to moan loader as he starts pumping even harder into you, teetering on the edge of oblivion, you about to do the same. A couple more deep thrusts from Diego’s angelic body sends you fully over the edge, screaming in ecstasy as your orgasm explodes throughout your entire being. Practically sending sparks of electricity racing through you, your walls tighter around Diego’s cock as you ride out your high. With one more ragged thrust, Diego moans as his own orgasm hits, loudly spilling into you with everything he’s got left to give.

Kissing your sweaty cheek, Diego pulls out of you, flopping on the bed to your right while making it shake for a second. “God I love you, Y/N.” He says tiredly, not sure if it’s from the blood loss or your goddess-like body. Turning to face Diego, you scoot in closer, cuddling him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, my hairy wolfman.” You tease him with a laugh. Closing your eyes you start to feel the weight of the past 24 hours hit you like a sack of bricks. Smiling in content and comfort, you reach down to pull the covers over your naked bodies, then throwing your left arm around Diego’s chest, hugging him gently before immediately dozing off. Diego lightly kissing your forehead, falling asleep shortly after.

——

Meanwhile.

“Hey, while those two love birds are busy I’m gonna head out, be back soon. Aight.” Lila tells Elliot, waving at him as she hastily slips out the backdoor, like a thief in the night.

Waving awkwardly back he watches as she leaves, hearing the sound of a projectile hitting the bedroom window. Causing him to jump, and grumpily walk downstairs with his tuna mold in hand.

[infinitcnexus]

"Hmm, I'm afraid not, but there's some Bomb Cola in the fridge," Mrs. DeVry replied, smiling gently. "Please make yourself at home. I'll be right back. Bryan, can you give me a hand?"

The human with the beard and manbun nodded. "'Course, my dear."

As the couple walked towards the kitchen to prepare refreshments for their two guests, Lycaon sat down on one of the backless sofas opposite the couch, his large, furry white tail which was adorned with numerous black belts resting behind him. Elliot, meanwhile, clambered up onto the couch, his little legs kicking idly as he looked at him and Colette.

"Um, Mr. Lycaon, your boots are pretty cool," Elliot complimented. "Where did you get them?"

"Ah. They aren't boots, Elliot. They are, in fact, prosthetics," Lycaon gently corrected as the young Labrador Thiren's jaw dropped. "It's thanks to them that I'm able to accomplish many of my daily tasks."

"What happened to your old legs?"

"That will be a story for another time," the Wolf Thiren responded, a hint of a frown behind his gentlemanly smile. "Do you have anything you wish to ask Ms. Colette?"

"I do," Elliot nodded enthusiastically. "How can you shoot fire out of your hand?"

If the penthouse, limo, and personal security were any indication, it was no wonder why the kid was captured for ransom. The place was much nicer and bigger than hers back in Philly. She could have upgraded with her pay grade, but she liked her area near Central City too much to move, and what she had was enough.

"I'd like a cold, fizzy caffeinated drink. Does Gotcha Cola exist here?"