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H i d e a n d S e e k

Writer’s Month - August 2nd

Pairing: Deucalion Blackwood x Reader Prompt: Playground Synopsis: Late at night, playing hide and seek with Deucalion, testing his skills without having to see. Tags/Warnings: Deucalion/GN!Reader, fluff, already dating, sfw, age gap (Deucalion is 40ish, Reader is in their 20s) Word Count: 912 Notes: This fic was inspired by a ship I really love, Deucalion x @mermaniaa 's oc. I wanted to write this for you, Merm, a little playful fic, about Mara and Deuc. Fic is completely gender neutral, with no body descriptions! Enjoy.

Find Logan's Day 3 here - Miscommunication, my Beloathed, Peter Hale/Reader/Chris Argent

“You are not gonna find me!” Giggles spilled out, slipping through the playground found on a late-night walk with Deucalion. He was leaning against a tree, offering you time to hide—or run as far as you could— even if half of the time that didn’t change the fact that he could find you in a heartbeat.

“I like the challenge, dear, “ he replied, loud enough for you to hear, a hint of his smug, teaseful tone showing in his words. He was confident about his skills—eyesight or not—he had promised once that he would always find you. Or he would die trying. A dramatic thought for such a playful night, but Deucalion stayed vigilant. Danger was around the corner everywhere they went.

It was dark enough that you had to focus on your surroundings more than usual. The lack of light around you forced you to tread carefully, avoiding unseen branches or benches.

To outsiders, two adults playing hide and seek might seem odd, but you never cared about others’ opinions. What mattered most to you was that Deucalion had always encouraged you and played along with anything you wanted, even if it was the last thing he could’ve seen himself doing.

Behind the playfulness that you shared with him was something else, something that he understood without needing to hear about. He knew that growing up, you never had chances like this to enjoy the day, to play, to do things without overthinking them. You had been locked away, forced to face reality far too young. If playing hide and seek, or any other games you could think of, could bring back some sort of happiness for you, he would do it.

The Big Bad Demon Wolf, the one who was feared by most, but never by you. He had never expected to meet someone like you— someone who shifted his plans and made him want something other than power. He had never expected to fall in love with you. Yet, he had.

His eyes were closed ,and the cane he used to seem normal around people was left at home. When it was dark you knew that no one would see you, and if they did, he could always grab your arm and pretend as if you were guiding him and not the other way around.

Not having his eyesight was something that had made him stronger. Something that had made him even more aware of his surroundings. You joked sometimes and told him that he must have eyes on his forehead or something, because even without his red—glowing alpha eyes, he never stumbled.

It was one of the things you found fascinating about him. That, and everything else he had done and become for you.

You wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t someone who could kill others without hesitation anymore, but you could see behind his actions and reasoning now. And you were safe with him. You were so sure about that.

“Ready, my love?” he asked, voice teasing. You bit back a giggle, staying silent behind your tree, heart racing with anticipation. It was one of his tricks that you had once fallen for. He could recognize where your voice had come from and found you so fast, but not this time, you stayed quiet and hidden behind the tree you had chosen, trying to control your rapid heartbeat.

Even in the safetiness of your relationship your heart jumped at the feeling of being chased. It wasn’t a bad thing now. Not with Deucalion. It was thrilling.

He walked slowly around the playground, listening to the sound of his own footsteps to make sure he was stepping on steady ground, using the tip of his shoe to find any surface that could be in his way. Then he heard it—the familiar sound of your heart, a rhythm he’d nearly memorized.

Deucalion moved slowly, his footsteps soft on steady ground, senses sharp. ‘We should have discussed my prize for winning,’ he teased, voice carrying a playful edge. “Although, considering I win every time, I think we should establish a prize that applies to any game.”

He’s too cocky, you thought, though his confidence was justified—he always won.

“Maybe a kiss?” He kept going, his footsteps closer to you now, which made you try to keep your breathing as quiet as possible. “No, I would kiss you either way, you know I can’t resist you, angel.” Now, that was what made you giggle. You quickly covered your mouth to stop the sound from being too loud, but it hadn’t mattered. A second later, Deucalion was standing right next to you, leaning against the tree that had been your hiding spot.

“That’s my prize. Hearing your laugh. Most beautiful sound.”

Your face felt warm at the compliment, and you reached for his hand before moving closer to kiss his cheek. “That’s not fair, you made me laugh on purpose, that can’t count as a win,” you said with a pout, even if you were not mad about it. “Oh, it can’t? Then maybe we have to try again,” He smirked and with a hand he guided your face closer to kiss your lips for a sweet kiss, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And this time you’ll choose my prize.”

“What if it’s ice cream and a hug?” you asked, eyes sparkling.

“Then I’d say it is the perfect prize. Having you with me is,” he murmured, his embrace already promising it.

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C h e m i c a l s

Writer’s Month - August 1st

Prompt: Chemistry Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Synopsis: A lab explosion leads to you and Bucky suffering the side effects of the chemicals—your version of sex pollen.  Tags/Warnings: Bucky/Fem!Reader, pining, NSFW, shower sex, getting together.  Word Count: 2585 Notes: Starting Writer’s month with a bang (literally). This is my longest fic so far. It wasn’t meant to be an NSFW one, but that’s what my brain decided it wanted. Consider this my version of a sex pollen fic. It is long, but I hope you enjoy it!

Find Logan's Day 1 here - Shachi/Reader/Penguin, Anniversary Prank

That... shouldn't have happened. The thought flashes through your mind as you watch the remnants of your chemical mixture dispersing into the air. Your hand rushes to cover your mouth and nose, but you know it's too late. You've already inhaled some of it. Though not lethal—which is somewhat reassuring—the real problem is that you have no idea what effects these chemicals might have on you.

You had been experimenting—against everyone's warnings—to discover how the supersoldier serum worked. Not to recreate it, but out of pure curiosity because of Bucky. While you claimed your interest stemmed from the chemical aspects, how it had altered his DNA to transform his body, deep down, you knew you were doing it to learn more about him.

Bucky was always there with you—training, watching movies, sharing midnight snacks when he found you awake at night. You had learned that he rarely slept, and when he did, nightmares would wake him. Sometimes you would stay with him after he dozed off during a movie or show. You didn't know if your company helped him sleep better, but you hoped it did.

You two were close, but a part of you ached for even more closeness. These feelings sometimes kept you from getting closer to him, as you didn't want to risk heartbreak—not when you needed to stay focused on the missions assigned to all of you.

The mask that should've been on your face sat on the table behind you, and you now regretted not wearing it. Thankfully, you were alone in the lab; the risk of exposure for others was zero—or so you thought until you saw the laboratory door open.

Your hand left your face in a quick attempt to yell, "Do not breathe in!" But it was too late. Bucky was already inside and right next to you, breathing in the compounds that lingered in the air.

"I heard an explosion. Are you okay?" He looked at you with worried eyes, trying to see if you had been hurt, ignoring your warning about not breathing in.

"I'm okay. It was just some chemicals, which we shouldn't be breathing in," you reminded him again, but it was too late. You both had been exposed to them already, consequences unknown.

Instead of covering his face, Bucky's hand moved to cover yours. It was bigger than your hand that had been over your mouth before, and it felt warmer.

"That was not what I meant," you mumbled against his hand. He needed to protect himself, too.

"I'm sure it won't affect me, but what if it affects you?" His question showed genuine concern. He wanted to protect you, but you wanted to tell him that being a super soldier didn't mean he was immune to everything.

"You have to go and change clothes. Let's go."

Before you could even reply, Bucky was rushing you out of the laboratory. "I need to clean before anyone else enters," he said. Finally, outside, he removed his hand from your face, and you could speak clearly.

"You change. I'll clean it." Bucky nodded as if it was the most logical solution, but you worried. He wasn't a lab guy. And you really didn't know what effects the mist could have on both of you.

You had been analyzing DNA and its effects on hormone enhancements. Adrenaline, oxytocin, dopamine... you'd probably be okay.

He was pulling you to your room, checking on you as you both walked—or more like, ran.

Inside your room, he checked on you once more before he left to go clean. "Get rid of those clothes. You need to change. What if your skin starts turning red?" Bucky had no clue about the things you did in the laboratory, especially when it related to studying his enhancement. You wanted to explain that it was unlikely to happen, and that even if it did, you both had inhaled enough that it would affect more than just your skin.

That was a thought you didn't want to entertain.

Bucky had left you to go back to your lab. Inside, he could see dust particles floating in the air, though the atmosphere had settled compared to when he first arrived. He grabbed one of the masks and put it on before starting to clean—knowing you'd be upset if he hadn't taken this precaution.

Cleaning was straightforward: wiping down the floors and counters. He expected to finish quickly, but suddenly his entire body began warming up.

It was strange; he'd been fine just moments ago. Sweat trickled down his back. When he wiped his forehead, his skin felt like it was burning.

He tried to focus on his task, ignoring how his body seemed to be on fire. Worried it might be from the chemicals you both had inhaled, his thoughts turned to you—were you experiencing the same reaction?

The thought of you brought more than just concern. It unleashed something he'd buried deep inside himself for so long—something he could no longer contain. Longing. Desire. His mind drifted to your touch against his skin, your body pressed against his, his metal arm pulling you closer—he wanted you. He wanted you so desperately he felt he might explode.

His pants tightened uncomfortably, making his breathing quicken. Thinking about you only intensified his condition; his cock pulsed beneath his jeans, and he craved nothing more than to be buried inside you.

His mind fought against these feelings, but Bucky was losing the battle with himself. He wanted to regain control, to push these thoughts back where they belonged—at the edges of his consciousness—but he couldn't. He considered relieving himself right there, but anyone could walk into the lab.

He was in agony, with no clear solution.

It didn't take long for the chemicals to affect you too. As you removed your clothes, you felt your body burning.

Maybe Bucky was right, you thought—perhaps it could burn your skin. But this thought vanished when you noticed your racing heart and your nipples—now exposed to the air—becoming hard and sensitive.

Being a scientist, part of you understood what was happening, but you couldn't focus. All you could think about was the sensation overwhelming you, and Bucky.

Bucky. Was he experiencing the same effects?

You wanted to ask him, but getting dressed and walking to the lab seemed impossible. Instead, you grabbed your phone, dialed his number, and left the call open as you headed for the shower.

Logically, calling him and abandoning the phone made no sense, but logic had abandoned you. All that remained was heat and need.

With each step toward the shower, you felt yourself growing wetter, the friction of your thighs rubbing together made your breathing heavy and uneven.

A phone call distracted him enough to focus on something other than his intense desire for you. Then he realized who was calling.

"I'm still cleaning," Bucky tried to speak normally, too embarrassed to mention what he was feeling.

There was no answer, just the sound of running water. He figured you might be showering and had called by mistake—until he heard your voice.

"B-Bucky," it was soft and distant, but it was enough to make him abandon the laboratory like a man possessed. You had called his name in a way that would be etched in his memory forever. The phone call was forgotten by the time he reached your bedroom.

He should have knocked or announced himself as he entered your room, the bathroom door wide open. But he couldn't. Following your voice into the bathroom, the sight of you nearly brought him to his knees.

You were naked, bracing yourself against the wall, fingers moving desperately against your clit. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Your eyes were closed—Bucky wasn't sure if you'd heard him enter—but then you called his name again. A broken moan that he longed to hear from closer.

Bucky kicked off his shoes before stepping into the shower, still fully clothed—not that he cared about that now.

It was only then that you realized he had entered the room. In any other circumstance, you might have covered yourself or shied away—especially from him—but as he entered the shower, his clothes clinging to his body, your need for him only deepened.

Your fingers moved faster against your clit, craving as much friction as possible. Your eyes locked on the man before you. He looked different—like a predator who had finally cornered prey he'd been hunting for ages. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. You could see him struggling for control, but control wasn't what you wanted. Not now.

"Bucky," you called louder this time, reaching for him with your free hand and pulling him closer. His chest pressed against your nipples as you guided his hand to replace your fingers. You needed him; he was the only thing that would satisfy you. "P-please."

Something broke inside Bucky when he felt your body against his. The last thread of his self-control snapped. He couldn't take it anymore—his cock throbbing painfully, desperate to be freed.

"Are you sure?" he asked while sliding his fingers through your slick folds, gliding easily through your wetness. "Fuck—you're so wet." Bucky wanted to wait for your answer, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. "Yes—yes, please, Bucky. I want you." You begged, grinding your hips against his hand, urging him to touch you more. The way his fingers moved against your skin sent shivers down your spine. "Kiss me."

Everything about you was driving Bucky closer to the edge, and when you finally said yes and asked him to kiss you, he couldn't wait any longer.

He moved you so quickly it left you dizzy. His metal arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you in one swift motion. Your legs encircled his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders before moving around his neck. Before you could think or speak, he kissed you. His mouth opened yours, his tongue seeking entry. He wanted to taste you, to feel all of you.

You moaned against his lips, returning his kiss with equal fervor. The shower surrounding you was forgotten as he consumed your senses. Your hips ground against him, seeking friction. Instinctively, you pressed against his hardness, whimpering at the contact—even through his clothes.

That slight touch had Bucky seeing stars. The pressure of his water-soaked clothes against his skin was unbearable, and feeling you against him only made it worse. "Fuck, doll, you're driving me crazy."

"Fuck me, Bucky." You needed it and couldn't wait any longer. If he made you wait, you felt you might explode. One hand moved to his pants, trying to unbutton them while still grinding against him. You couldn't get enough.

Bucky lifted you higher for a moment to help, yanking his pants and underwear down in one quick motion. It was your first time seeing him like this—naked, or half-naked—and hard. For you. He was impressively large, making you wonder if he would fit, but you desperately wanted to try. He was hard and ready; you imagined that without the water cascading over you both, he would be glistening with pre-cum.

His grip on your waist was firm, but you still struggled against it, trying to lower your hips to feel him against you. "Sweetheart—" Bucky began, somehow finding words despite his foggy mind, "I'm trying to control myself. I don't want to hurt you, but all I want to do is pin you down and fuck you."

A whimper escaped your lips at his words. They made you burn hotter, your core clenching around nothing. Everything felt simultaneously too much and not enough.

"Bucky. Fuck me. Make me yours," was all you could say. Finally, something shifted in his eyes. His metal arm moved you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall as he lined himself up and thrust into you with one swift movement.

You cried out—but not from pain. He felt perfect inside you, even though you weren't used to his size. Your body welcomed him as if made for him alone.

"Bucky!" Your nails dug into his back as he began thrusting relentlessly. You could only try to match his rhythm. He was stronger, and his grip barely allowed you to move.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Every touch scorched your skin, every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you—and all you could do was take it. With his pace, you knew you wouldn't last long. "Fuck, you feel so good," he praised between moans and grunts. Tension built in your core as he continued driving into you. "Bucky, I'm going to—" Your words were cut off by the wave of pleasure crashing over you. Another cry tore from your throat at its intensity. Bucky didn't stop, your walls clenching around him as he rode out your orgasm until he finally released inside you. "Fuck—" he groaned, his thrusts slowing but not stopping as he filled you, warming you from the inside out. You felt complete and blissful, yet something within you still craved more. Your hips moved against him again as you pulled back to look at his face, finding the same lingering need in his expression.

"What have you done to me?" he whispered, leaning to kiss you—softly this time. The desperation remained but was now controlled. "Technically, it was a mix of chemicals that—" You giggled as he kissed you again, cutting off your explanation of what you were sure was happening to both of you.

He reached to turn off the shower and kicked his wet clothes aside before carrying you to the bedroom, still inside you. The small movements as he walked were enough to keep him hard. He knew he would need more than one round to satisfy the feelings overtaking him.

When he reached the bed, he withdrew briefly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. You could feel his release dripping from you, making your cheeks flush. Bucky didn't give you much time to think before he was above you again, sinking back inside. "So good. You take me so well." With one hand, he removed his soaked—now nearly transparent—white shirt. You reached for his dog tags, pulling him closer. "I'm yours. Make me yours," you begged, your mind clouded by sensation and the thrill of finally kissing him, being with him. You loved him.

"My needy girl," he murmured against your mouth, though he was just as desperate—not that he needed to admit it. He simply enjoyed knowing how much you wanted him.

Each moment you shared that night felt better than the last. Even as the chemical effects began to fade, neither of you could get enough. It was as if your bodies were making up for all those months of silent longing.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but now you lay wrapped in Bucky's arms, eyes closed, head resting on his chest. You had never felt as content as you did in that moment, your heart full and cherished.

"Who would've thought that all I needed to get you to want me was a bunch of chemicals exploding in my lab," you joked, not bothering to look up. You were too comfortable to move. "Darling, I've wanted you for so long before this. The chemicals only gave me the courage to risk everything to have you," he replied, and you knew he wasn't joking.

"God, I love chemistry, and you."

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W r i t e r ' s M o n t h

August is Writer's Month, and I'm participating!

Details below for how the challenge will work and who I'm doing it with!

Since I'm new to writing and posting fics, I have joined a challenge for this month but split in half.

I will be partnering up with @loganwritesprobably to do half of the month's prompts while he does the other half of them. I will be posting these fics on even days while he posts on odd days.

Logan and I will both be posting on the 1st, and then we will be working on the appropriate days. My list of prompts is below.

We decided to also work from a set list of fandoms, with one fandom each that was specific to us.

The joint list of fandoms is:

MCU

Teen Wolf

One Piece

Jujutsu Kaisen

Criminal Minds

Merlin

My specific fandom is:

The Rookie

I will be writing both reader insert and canon/canon, while Logan will be posting entirely reader insert content.

You can find his post about August here

All of our posts will have the same tag so you can find them easier: #probablyhyperfix august

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O v e r t i m e

Pairing: Nanami Kento/GN!Reader

Synopsis: Waiting for Nanami to get back home from an assignment. Tags/Warnings: Nanami/GN!Reader, already dating, fluff, kisses, Nanami misses you as much as you missed him (or more), fade to black. Word Count: 792 Notes: This is my first attempt to write something about Nanami, I am just starting Season 2, I know nothing of what's happening next, but I fell in love with Nanami and I had to write him. Even if this one is a short one, I hope you all enjoy

You looked at your phone for what felt like the thousandth time in the last hour. It was ten past eleven at night, and you hadn’t received a single message to know where Nanami was—or how he was. It wasn’t the first time this had happened; he always came home to complain about the extra hours he had to work, but that didn’t ease your worry each time he disappeared. Truth be told, as the curses around you and Nanami grew stronger with Sukuna’s presence, you started to worry more.

It was easier when you were assigned to work with him, knowing that he was close enough for you to be there in case he needed you, or just to know that he was safe. Being out on missions with him was one of your favorite things. Not only you two were able to come back home together after it was over, but you knew that he had someone to watch his back— even if he didn’t need it.

But the thing about assignments was that you couldn’t choose which one to work on, not when it was about Special Grade Curses. The “Higher-Ups” would decide who was the best person for the job, or the one that was available. And this time they had selected Nanami for it. Only him.

You understood that it was how the job worked, you couldn't complain. You didn’t mind the fact that you had to stay at home, but waiting for news about Nanami always kept you on your toes. Anxiety increased as time went by. You tried to focus on other things. It started with cleaning the house and making sure it was all ready for when he came back home, but then he didn't arrive. Later, your focus moved on to preparing dinner in hopes that Nanami would be there to eat with you, he always enjoyed getting home to have a moment to unwind with you after work.

Dinner had been ready and you waited until it got cold. Hunger left your body in exchange of worry. You texted, but he hadn’t replied. At that moment, what mattered the most was for him to get back home safe to you.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt someone lifting you and carrying you away from the sofa. You blinked, and found brown eyes—hidden behind familiar glasses— that you loved so much.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you said, words slurring as you rubbed your eyes to focus on his appearance.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m late.” He said softly, looking down at you with a small smile. It was probably past one in the morning.

“Overtime?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer and kiss him.

“Overtime.” He nodded, adjusting his arms to get you closer and kiss you once more. All he had been thinking about that night was getting back to you, and now he finally was there.

“You’re gonna have to make it up to me—” a small smirk appeared on your face as you looked at him, “—dinner got cold and I had to eat all on my own.” A dramatic sigh followed your words. before he opened the bedroom door and moved you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You’d always loved the way he could just lift you and move you as if you weighed nothing.

“How could I even make up for such an oversight?” He joked along with you, knowing that you weren’t mad or annoyed with him. He leaned to lay you down on the bed, and when he was about to pull back to change his clothes, you stopped him, pulling him back in with your legs still wrapped around him.

“I can think of a few ideas.” You pulled him back for another kiss, this time hungrier and desperate, showing him exactly what you wanted without words.

He was quick to respond to the kiss, a hand moving to your legs to touch you while the other kept him from crushing you with his body. He had seen you hours before that day, but he could never get enough of you.

“I thought you were tired,” he said against your lips, hips pressed against you. You couldn’t help but press down against him, looking for more.

“I missed you. Sleep is overrated.” Wandering hands moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, revealing his bare torso. You could see a few bruises, probably from the fight, but you didn’t ask. Not right then. His gaze was focused on you only, the mission behind him.

Smirking, he leaned to kiss your neck, murmuring, “then I’ll make up for the overtime, my love.”

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W R I T I N G M A S T E R L I S T

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Feat reader insert & canon/canon

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N o t A l o n e

Pairing: Derek Hale/GN!Reader Synopsis: You are new to the pack, and Derek makes sure that you feel like a part of it. Tags/Warnings: Gender neutral reader, Derek Hale being soft, fluff, a little sad reader, set right before the Alpha Pack arrives. Word Count: 2530 Notes: I was sad and wanted some comfort, and who better for it than Derek Hale? I hope you enjoy it, because I enjoyed writing it. There's no specifications at all about the readers gender or appearance.

The Pack was sitting close together, listening to Derek speak as he mentioned that there were some rumors about a new pack arriving in Beacon Hills— a dangerous pack. They had many questions, wanting to know who they were and what they wanted, but no one knew the answers to all those questions. At the end of the day, these were supposed to be just rumors, but in that town, even the rumors ended up being true. They had to be ready for anything. You looked at everyone, the tension was palpable in the air as the thoughts of having to prepare for a new fight, for a new unknown enemy, filled their heads. You hadn’t been there for the first “Big Bads”, as they called them, all you knew was what Derek had mentioned when you asked about the pack. You had your fights and struggles in the past, but they felt different. You had never been in a pack that supported you through them or with people as close as the rest were. It felt lonely sometimes, as if you didn’t exactly fit with the rest. It wasn’t on purpose— you were just older than them. The one closest in age to you was Derek, but he wasn’t the most talkative person. 

Seeing the way they sat together, close enough that it made you think they didn’t believe in personal space, made your heart ache. It made you want to have that connection with someone. You had your favorites in the pack; you couldn’t hide that. There was Isaac, who you could see had gone through so much and was still trying to have a normal teenage life— even as a werewolf—and Erica, who showed up as rough and mean, but was always clinging to Boyd and wanting to spend time with her friends. They were nice to you, they all were, but those two had been the ones that included you the most, the ones that kept you updated in all the love drama that Scott went through, and even joked with you about how you would be the perfect match for Derek. Which always made you laugh and remind them that just because you were old enough, it didn’t mean that you had to date him. 

The truth was, it had crossed your mind before. It was impossible not to even consider it for a moment. He was Derek Hale, and he was handsome and smart. But he had never shown any interest in you, at least not in that aspect, so you had to tell yourself not to get your hopes up. You weren't there to find a mate; you were there to have a pack to confide in. 

Derek was the one who had found you. You had recently been turned into a werewolf, lost and hurt. You had escaped from a group of people, one of whom kept mentioning how he was going to wait for you to turn so he could kill you. “To be stronger”, he had said, or that's what you believed you had heard between your sobs and screams of pain. The bite had been painful, and it had taken too long to heal. For a while, you were convinced you were dying, as the skin the wound was turning black. Even the man who had turned you thought that you weren’t going to survive, and that had been the thing that saved you. They left you alone and scared, but they left you, and you healed. You weren’t sure why, but you were glad you did. 

It was then that Derek found you. He was running deep into the forest, tracking any scent that could give away other wolves around his town, trying to catch the pack that was rumoured to exist before they got to them. He wasn’t sure how far he had gone that day, but when he smelled blood and saw a body lying on the ground, he had been even more alert. 

The bite was still visible when he found you; the wound looked black, and you were passed out, barely moving at all. The images of Paige danced through his brain as he checked for your pulse. Black was never a good sign, but your pulse seemed strong, and the wound seemed to be healing under the dry black blood. 

He had carried you to the loft that night, cleaned your wounds, and left you to rest in his bed. Sometimes he would come in to check if you were still breathing, even if realistically he could hear your heartbeat from outside the room, but he couldn’t shake away the fear of seeing someone die from the bite again. It didn’t matter that you were just a stranger to him. 

That night you slept the whole night, no fevers and no cold. It wasn’t until you woke up that you realized that you weren’t in the woods anymore. You were lying in a comfortable bed in an unknown place. Had the man come back for you? You checked your wound, and it was clean, visibly better than before. And you weren’t shaking from pain anymore. You felt better—still weak—but better. 

That was the day you met Derek. You were trying to sneak out of the room to find a way to escape from the man who had bitten you, when you found a completely different person standing in the kitchen and making food that smelled so good to you at that moment. 

Knowing that the man who bit you wasn’t there relaxed you a little, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t scared or worried. “Where am I?” Your voice sounded rough after all the crying and screaming you had done in the last few days. Your eyes scanned the room for anyone else, and to look for the door, ready to run. “My house. Don’t try running, you’re still not fully healed.” The man said, looking at you as if he knew what you were thinking of. “That didn’t answer my question. Who are you, where am I, why am I here?” You had a million things you wanted to know, and you wanted to run before someone else found you. “Is the man with you?”

Derek wasn’t the best at explaining things to people or calming them down when things were stressful, but he was trying his best to look relaxed and not startle you. He placed some pancakes on a plate, with eggs and bacon, and placed them on the countertop in front of you, as an offering. “My name is Derek. I found you in the woods and brought you here to take care of your wounds.” He served you a glass of orange juice as you tried to process what he was saying and decide if you trusted him enough to eat the food he was offering. You were hungry, so you decided to trust him enough to eat the food he was offering.. 

“Please eat. I’m not sure how long you’ve been without food, but your stomach was growling a lot earlier,” he said, and you frowned. He was listening to your stomach? Had he been in the room with you? “What man?” He asked before you could even say anything else, and that made your focus shift for a moment. “The crazy man who bit me. He… his teeth were huge, and the pain was so bad. Why didn’t you take me to the hospital? This wound can get infected—” You looked down at your arm, now able to see that not only had it been cleaned, but it was barely there anymore. You didn’t understand. Did you make it up? Did he drug you? You wanted to run away again, your fears rushing back to the surface once again. Everything felt like too much at that moment. You took a few steps back before rushing to the door, but before you could even get to it, the guy— Derek—was standing in front of you. “What—”

“Don’t run away. I am not going to hurt you, but if I don’t know who did this to you, then someone might. I will explain everything. Please.” He looked at you with soft eyes, and you got lost in his eyes for a moment. All you could do was nod, and slowly you walked back to the kitchen and sat down in front of your food. 

Derek wasn’t the best at explaining that werewolves were real, and that now you were one too. You thought he was just trying to scare you until he had shifted in front of you— you wanted to run away then— the flashbacks of the man that hurt you coming back to you as you saw his fangs and the way his face shifted. But still, with Derek, it didn’t feel as scary. 

“I’m dreaming, right? Or, I died and my brain is trapped in this weird reality—” Derek’s hand had reached for yours as you started rambling once again. “You are not dreaming nor dead. This is a lot to process. But I’m here to help you through the changes that you will experience.”

A few days ago, you had been living a normal— or as normal as could be—and now you were turning into a werewolf. It seemed incredible, or like a joke, but it was real. 

Derek had mentioned that you probably needed to stay there until your first full moon, because that was going to be the hardest one. And in reality, you were in no rush to go back to your old life. Especially since it felt now dangerous. Beacon Hills wasn’t that close to where you lived before, and you realized you didn’t have clean clothes, money, or any belongings of yours. And, most importantly, you had no place to stay. 

Which is how you ended up living in Derek’s house, taking his room since he insisted you needed to heal and rest more than him, and wearing his clothes. They were a little too big on you, but comfortable. You met the pack a day after, and the way they had reacted to your presence there made you believe that they thought you were just someone whom Derek had over… as in dating. The thought made you blush, but Derek had quickly explained what had happened. 

The next day, Isaac and Erica appeared at Derek’s place to steal his card and take you shopping for some clothes that fit you way better. 

You felt bad for taking so much of Derek, but there was another part of you that liked how he seemed to worry or care. Even if it didn’t mean the same for him as it did for you. 

Or so you thought. 

You had gotten used to spending time with Derek. You two had a routine. Waking up to breakfast together, most of the time in silence since none of you was a morning person, and then spending some of the day reading and the rest “training” to control your shift and control the urges that came with being a werewolf. It wasn’t easy. At all. 

A lot of the time, you ended up fighting with Derek out of frustration and locking yourself in your room, or, well, his room. You didn’t mean to get angry, but it seemed that being a werewolf had made you angrier than ever before.

Sometimes it made you angry when Derek explained that everything you felt was normal. You hadn’t signed up for any of that. And now you were suffering the consequences. 

After a while, it became easier, and you saw the kids in the pack and thought about how much more they were probably struggling with all the teenage hormones and problems at school. You were glad that time was over for you. And another part of you wished that they had been your group at school, to have some good friends to trust and who supported you. 

After everyone left Derek’s place, worried and alert about anything that could tell them about the pack that was coming for their town, you stayed sitting in the same spot you had been all meeting. Quiet, your mind running from one thought to another. 

You didn’t think that Derek would notice, but you felt him sitting right next to you before he said, “What’s wrong?” 

You looked at him, slightly confused about why he was asking. “I’m okay, just thinking”, you said with a small shrug of your arms. “No, you’re not. You were distracted all meeting, and you looked sad.” You wanted to claim you had been paying attention to everything, but you hadn’t. You knew what the meeting was about because Derek mentioned it to you beforehand— perks of living in the same place. What surprised you the most was the mention of you being sad. You thought you were good at hiding those feelings. “What’s wrong?” he asked again. 

You couldn’t lie this time, and you prepared yourself to be embarrassed about whatever was going to come out of your mouth at that moment. “It’s stupid… I just feel alone. I don’t think I fit in the pack. They all study together, spend the day together, and are the same age. I’m the outsider. The new one here. I’m alone.”

Derek heard your words and pretended that the fact that you hadn’t even considered him in the equation hurt him, because this wasn’t about him. It was about you. He looked at you and saw a small tear fall down your cheek, which he reached to wipe away. “There’s one thing you’re missing there.” You frowned in confusion again, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks from Derek’s touch. “Me.” He added, not waiting for you to say anything. “I’m here, with you. I never planned on being Alpha, or having a pack full of teenagers. You… you are the first bit of normalcy that has appeared in my life since everything changed. Maybe in an unconventional way, or a way that you didn’t want. But you appeared in my life one day, and you made me feel less alone.”

This was the most Derek had spoken, at least about his feelings, with you or anyone. You always tried to make him talk to you, but the man was hard to crack open. 

“You are not alone. Not as long as I’m here with you.” Those were the last words he said to you, not wanting to overwhelm you with more of his feelings. What he didn’t know was that all you wanted to do now was hear him talk about how he felt about you. You couldn’t find the right words then, so you did what your whole body told you to. You leaned closer to him and pressed your lips to his. A soft kiss that told him how much his words—and he—meant to you. Because during all that time together, you had fallen in love with Derek Hale. And the way that he kissed you back made you believe that maybe he had fallen for you, too. Maybe you weren’t alone, after all. 

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Chenford Week - Day 3

Prompts: Undercover

Sypnosis: Lucy is away on an undercover job, but Tim manages to meet her at the club to get the information for the arrest.

Tags/Warnings: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen, Undercover Lucy, dirty talk, nsfw, tthey're already dating.

Word Count: 2424

Notes: Take my undercover knowledge with a grain of salt. This one is my longest fic so far.

The most important rule of undercover work had to be not to get caught, but in reality, staying alive was the one that they all struggled with the most. The dangers that felt as if they were breathing down their neck, the crimes they had to witness and not do anything to stop them, at least not at that moment. It wasn't just the fear of physical death, but of the heart. What if the job consumed you in a way you couldn't leave behind? Like it had happened to her. To Isabel. Tim was sure that his fear about undercover work would never go away, but if he wanted to stay with Lucy, he had to get over it. He loved her, and she loved him, but most importantly, she loved the job and wanted to do it.

Lucy had been contacted by the detectives to go undercover after they had received intel about a possible buyer of heavy weapons. It was a dangerous group— drugs, weapons, and every illicit trade imaginable. And they needed an expert to test the weapons once they got them. That's when Lucy entered the picture. The CI told them that she was a vet who could manage all kinds of machines, but she was kicked out of the military due to bad behavior. The source even said that she was willing to go after anyone to get her revenge for kicking her off the job, for marking her as unfit. It wasn't quick, but they bought it. 

Lucy wasn't Lucy anymore; she was Natalie Lang. Born into a good family and was disowned after she was kicked off the job. 

Her contact was Angela, but Tim had insisted on being there at every encounter, too. It was a dangerous job, one for which she couldn't even own a bulletproof vest to protect herself. She was all on her own. And Tim was too worried. The warehouse Lucy had been taken to was vastly secured, and they couldn’t see or hear anything from their surveillance spots. They were in the dark, and Lucy couldn’t communicate with her team.

Lucy already knew how to keep her nerves controlled, how to keep the pretence when she knew she had to put on the best show. For the most part, she was lucky that they let her stay in her corner, reading any book or magazine she could find, all the while she was listening to what they were saying about the delivery. She needed to remember every detail, so when she was able to see Angela or Tim, she could tell them. But she didn’t know when she would be able to. The people she was with barely let her out of the warehouse since she got there. Only once had they moved her to a different place; she thought that it might have been a club. They had covered her head and left her inside the car; the guys would take turns to watch her. All she could do was listen to the music in the background. That didn’t last long, though. According to the guys, she was making too much noise and risking them getting caught for having her there. Lucy had told them that it would have been easier if they just let her go with them, but at that time, they all laughed. What she thought could have been an opportunity to meet with the police turned into a horrible car ride. 

She didn’t want that to happen again. Lucy started doing her best to get on their good side. She offered to go with them when they mentioned going to different places. She used the excuse that she needed to go out and that she could be of help. It felt like too many days were going by; the delivery seemed to have been delayed because of patrols around town. Lucy knew that none of those would stop them and risk leaving her there, but they didn’t know that. And that meant that she was there for longer. 

It was Friday night, and Lucy noticed that most of the guys were getting ready to leave. Some were having drinks, talking about how they were going to enjoy the party. The second she heard that word, she knew that she needed to go. 

Lucy approached a guy they called Gunner, not too creative if you asked her, and she said, “Is there a chance I could go with you guys?” He looked up at her with a raised brow as if he didn’t believe what she was saying. He laughed at the thought. “I don’t think someone like you would enjoy the place we are going to, sweetheart. You’ll stay in the van.” Lucy’s stomach turned at the pet name and the idea of staying locked up in another place again. She took a deep breath before she said anything, “You have no idea what places I’m used to. Or the places I’ve been to, but I know I’m not staying in that van.” She spoke firmly, then softened her tone, realizing she’d come on too strong. ‘It smells, and I really would like to have a little fun.” It was the worst part of the job, trying to act sweet and as if she respected any of them, but she had to. 

Gunner looked at her for way longer than she liked before he nodded once. “You will stay close to us. If we lose you, you are going to be chained until delivery day.” Lucy grinned. She didn’t know where she was going, but one thing was for sure: Tim would be there. “Go look for something to wear. I’m sure there’s… clothes that some of the guys’ girls have left around. Be presentable.” Disgusting. She thought, having to wear clothes that had been who knows where, but it wasn’t like they let her pack a suitcase with party clothes. 

She rushed to look around, finding a dress. It was too short for her liking, but it was all they had. A backless black dress, which was long enough to cover her butt. Thankfully, it had a high neck; the last thing she needed was to show her boobs around too. The heels she found were a little too small for her, and it made her feet hurt, but she had to stand it. Lastly, her hair, long and free, covered as much of her back as she could. For the makeup, she couldn’t do much, using some blush that she found, hoping that it would be good enough. She hated the look, and she hated it even more when she left the room she had been changing in and heard the guys whistling at her and telling her nasty things. 

The ride to the party was awkward. She was sitting in the middle of two guys who kept trying to touch her legs, even though she kept moving their hands. It was a relief when they finally arrived at the club, and she was able to leave the car. Gunner quickly moved close enough to say, “Remember what I told you.” And walked towards the entrance. Security let them pass without question, and Lucy followed silently, looking around for any blind spots of the place, for anything that would tell her why they were there. Part of her kept checking to see if she found a familiar face. She hoped she would. 

When they got to the table, one of the guys had noticed her scanning the place. “Looking for something?” She turned to look at him with her most innocent look. “Nope, just enjoying the vibes. I like the music.” She smiled, trying to appear convincing enough because the guy looked at her with a suspicious face, but before he could reply, he looked up, his hand immediately going to his waistband. A sign that he was carrying a gun. Lucy turned around, and her whole body relaxed slightly. Tim. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, some that she had never seen before, and he smiled at the guys and Lucy. He raised his arms after pointing at the gun, saying, “Wow, no need for that, was just wondering if the lady wanted to dance.” Lucy wanted to smile at the thought, but she looked at the people she was with and wondered if she had to wait for permission. She did. “She’s with us,” Gunner said. 

“I’m sure you can spare her for a few dances, right, doll?” He was acting as if he were a little drunk and flirty. Lucy looked at him and gave him an apologetic look, thinking that she would have to say no, but then someone said, “Well, let’s see those dance moves then.” Relief washed over her, and she held the hand that Tim was offering so she could get up. “Stay close,” was the last thing she heard after they both moved as far away as they could from the table, but still somewhere they could see them. 

Lucy wanted to hug Tim, to kiss him, to cry even, but she couldn’t. She didn’t even know what to say. He saw the doubt in his girlfriend’s eyes, and he grabbed her hand to give her a twirl and have her end up with her back pressed to his chest. “I missed you,” he whispered, leaning to her ear so only she could listen. They danced to the music, pretending as best as they could when all Lucy wanted was to stay right there in Tim’s arms. “They might be listening,” Lucy whispered, not knowing if they had any other people who knew them around. 

“Then lie to me.” He whispered to her, brushing his mouth against her ear and making her shiver from the touch. 

“Tim,” she whimpered, pressing her body against his even more. Tim had lost focus on the goal of being there; he could ask about the important details later. All he cared about right then was Lucy. “This dress is too revealing. You’re driving me crazy. How can I let you be around them like this?” His hand brushed against her thigh, sending another wave of shivers through her body. This was torture. “None of them have touched me like this.” She looked to the side to lock her eyes with his. “And none of them will.”

He turned her around in one smooth movement, and the second her arms were around his neck, he closed the distance between their lips. She wasn’t sure what the rules were, but she didn’t think; she just kissed him back. It was heated, one of his hands moving through her bare back while the other grabbed the back of her head. Lucy moved a hand to his hair, pulling slightly at it, making Tim groan against her mouth. She could feel him grinding against her, the way he was slowly getting hard. “I need you.” She said against his lips, desperately urging him to open his mouth to slide her tongue inside. She wished that she could escape right then, and maybe she could, but it would ruin the mission. It wasn’t until someone crashed against Tim that they pulled slightly away from each other. Lucy was panting, flushed cheeks as she looked around at the guys, firmly staring at her. At that moment, she saw one of them walking towards them. She hoped it wasn’t, but still, she looked at Tim with seriousness and told him what she had to.”Tomorrow, 10 p.m. It was delayed because of patrols. You’ll have to follow them.”

Tim nodded, knowing that their time was coming to an end. He gave her another kiss, this time to pretend she wasn’t talking, as he saw the guy approaching too. Well, it was for himself, too. He wanted to. 

An arm pulled Lucy away from Tim too fast: “We’re leaving.” That was all Tim could hear before she was out of his sight. He worried that they would say something to her about what happened, and he moved behind them quickly enough to see her pulling into the car. She seemed okay, her face was back to acting like anyone but her Lucy. Just one more day and she would be free. 

That night, Lucy had made sure to ignore every comment the guys made about her. Each comment more vile than the last. She took refuge in the thought of Tim and the fact that it would be over soon. 

When they were back in the warehouse, she quickly changed into clothes that covered her whole body and locked herself in her “room”. She couldn’t sleep, anxiety from being there and knowing what they thought about her, and desperation for it to be tomorrow were crowding her mind. She hoped to be back in her room, finally sleeping in a place where she could feel safe. 

The next day dragged on, with Lucy preparing all day for the delivery as instructions were given to everyone, organizing them into different groups. It was a smart move, but one that they knew too well. She was leaving in the last car alongside Gunner. 

“Natalie. Let’s go.” She was told, not sure what time it was, and getting no answer when she asked the guys. All she knew was that it was showtime. 

The arrest wasn’t easy. The second the police saw the money exchange after Lucy had checked the guns, the police were all over them. Shots were fired almost immediately, and she was forced to grab one of the weapons to help the police take them down. 

After some time, an ambulance was called for one of the criminals, and they managed to get them all in custody. It was over. Lucy was relieved that none of them had gotten hurt.

When the cars left for the station with the suspects, she turned to look for Tim, who was waiting right next to his shop for her. “I have a pair of handcuffs for you, too.” He said with a smirk and Lucy laughed, closing the distance between them and hugging him tightly. “I’m not kidding.” He added as he wrapped his arms around her. 

“Maybe later.” She said with a teasing tone. “Maybe you can even wear a black dress again.” Lucy looked up at him with a raised brow as he managed to make his most innocent face, and she just rolled her eyes and kissed him. “Let’s get you home, baby. Work is over.” 

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Chenford Week - Day 2

Prompts: A little bit of spice & confession

Sypnosis: Tim fakes an emergency to leave work early and prepare a romantic evening with Lucy.

Tags/Warnings: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen, a little heavy kiss, fluff, they're already dating.

Word Count: 1920

Notes: Another Chenford Week arriving late, but I wanted to share what I wrote.

That day was a rare one—Lucy's and Tim's shifts had aligned perfectly—and now they were together at his place, having dinner. It was one of their first dates after what felt like weeks. Their demanding jobs left little time, but they knew how to carve out moments for each other, even if it was only in the form of quick texts and soft moments in the elevator while going to their different floors at the station. 

However, even the most patient person had a breaking point, and this time it had been Tim who didn’t want to wait anymore to have some alone time with his girl. 

He hadn’t told her, but he couldn’t even focus at work. He was failing their daily Metro training sessions, getting shot at with paintballs, and getting laughed at by his crew. All because he couldn’t think about anything other than her, Lucy. He was grateful that there hadn’t been any difficult cases to follow since he was sure that he wouldn’t be at his best game. He needed to get himself together, so he did the best thing he could: he faked an emergency and asked to leave work before Lucy ended her shift. According to Grey— who may have known that it was a lie— Tim had gotten a call from his dog sitter saying Kojo wasn’t feeling well. This gave Tim enough time to get home, give Kojo a treat for being a good dog, and get dinner ready. 

Tim sent Lucy a text before he got too busy and forgot, telling her to go to his house and that his shift had ended early that day. She didn’t need to know that he had lied to the Chief Commander because he missed her too much. He had a reputation to maintain. 

Most of the time, they stayed at Lucy’s place, but Tim wanted them to be alone. He cared about Tamara, but he was sure that he would probably lose his patience— yes, it had come to that— if she got in the middle of their plans. 

Lucy replied to his text immediately, asking if something had happened for his shift to end early and a confirmation that she would go there after work. Tim had decided to ignore the first question and just tell her not to take too long because the food would get cold. 

One thing about Tim that had surprised Lucy when they first started dating was that he was a great cook. He enjoyed making homemade meals, which always brought comfort, even when the house felt too empty for just him. When he was married to Isabel, she had been the one who cooked every meal, or most, but when she started her undercover jobs, she was less and less at home. Tim didn’t want to get takeout every night, so slowly he started trying out different recipes for himself. Some were bad, he must admit, but at the end he had become really good at it. He wanted to show Isabel what he could now do every time she was back home, but as she got more distant from him, his excitement about it had dialed down. 

Now it was different. He was in a much better place, mentally and romantically. He had learned that it wasn't bad to do things for himself; even so, he was glad that he could share this with someone else again, with Lucy. And it didn’t go unnoticed by his girlfriend whenever he prepared something different, or when he applied some spices that Lucy had previously added to some of her cooking. She liked that Tim paid attention to the things she liked. When he surprised her with things she had mentioned once or twice, and he had made sure that she got it, no matter how small. It was the action that mattered. He made her feel seen and important. 

Dinner was something simple that night. Pasta with chicken and some garlic bread on the side. Something that he knew they would both enjoy, but that didn't need all of Tim's focus while making. His mind— once again— was on Lucy, thinking about her arriving at his place, Kojo happy to see her, and him even more so. 

He was setting the table when Lucy texted him that she'd be there soon. Tim rushed to get everything set up, got a wine bottle for them to share, and then went to his room to apply some extra cologne and fix his shirt. Maybe he was going overboard, but he didn't care. 

Lucy was excited about dinner with Tim. It was different to having lunch with the rest of the department at the usual spot. This was theirs alone. 

She drove directly to Tim's house, texting Tamara beforehand to let her know that she wouldn't get back home early, if at all. Tamara had made a joke about that last bit, telling her that she was not getting back home, but Lucy purposefully ignored that. 

Most of the time, they ended up at Lucy's apartment, but lately, they had been going to Tim's place more. He didn't like leaving Kojo alone for too long, and his job schedule was already very demanding. Plus, they didn't have a young adult around snooping and telling them to go to their room when she caught them kissing. And if Lucy was being honest… She thought that Tim's bed was more comfortable than hers. It was bigger, and the whole room smelled like him. She liked it. 

Lucy knew the way to his place by memory now, so soon enough she was parking her car next to Tim's and heading to the door. She was wearing a long skirt and a tight top she had brought to the station to change out of her work clothes, and for a second she wondered if maybe she should've worn something nicer for their night— but it hadn't been planned, so she didn't know. 

She was about to knock on the door when it opened right in front of her. Tim had heard her car and instead of waiting, he had rushed to the door. He looked at his girl and smiled— one of those smiles he only ever gave to her. He moved aside for Lucy to enter, saying, “Hey.” 

His appearance didn't go unnoticed by her. The way he seemed to have chosen a nice shirt, the long sleeves folded just enough to show his arms, and the way his cologne smelled as if he had just applied it. Then it was the table in the background, candles lit, plates set for their dinner. Everything seemed well thought out, almost planned. She furrowed her brows in confusion for a second, “Did I forget an important date? Did we have this scheduled, and I'm the one who forgot?” She had to ask. Which made Tim chuckle as he locked the door behind them and walked closer to Lucy. He shook his head and wrapped a hand around her waist, wanting to feel her close to him. “No, you didn't. I just had extra time to plan something nice for you. I wanted to surprise you.” 

She looked up at Tim's face, knowing that he was being honest, and it made her face feel hot. She liked how much effort he put into it. “I am surprised. Thank you, baby.” Her voice was soft and full of appreciation. She leaned closer to him and pressed her lips against his, wanting to show him how much she liked what she had done instead of trying to find the words for it. The kiss was meant to be a soft one, but Tim couldn't help himself. 

Suddenly Lucy was pressed against the door of the house, one of his hands moving to her face to pull her closer as he deepened the kiss. It took Lucy by surprise, not responding for a moment before she gave in to the kiss, followed by a soft moan that escaped her when he urged her mouth open and his tongue brushed against hers, bold and hungry. Her hands moved to his shirt, grabbing it tightly to have something to hold on to as she felt her knees get weaker. 

They were forced to pull apart to grasp for air after a moment. Tim pressed his forehead against hers as they caught their breath. Lucy's eyes were closed, her mind still processing what had just happened before she let out a soft giggle. “Where did that come from?” She wasn't complaining, but just as the rest of their night, it had been a surprise. “I just missed you.” Tim said, his voice rougher than usual, and all of his body was urging him to kiss her again, but he stopped himself and said, “Dinner is going to get cold.” 

Lucy's mind was still fuzzy after the kiss, so all she could do was nod and let Tim guide her to the dinner table, sitting down in the chair he opened for her and looking at Tim with love as he moved to serve their food and drinks. 

Dinner was nice, quiet moments in which they didn't need to say much, except for their glances, charged with something heavy that had Lucy's body feeling hotter and hotter. She drank her wine to control herself, but it seemed to be making things worse for her. Tim did that. Ever since they had first kissed, she couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. He had a hypnotic pull on her. 

She finished her food and looked at Tim, waiting for his next move, when he suddenly cleared his throat before speaking. “I have something to confess.” 

“Hm?” She said, another turn to the night, not sure of what he was going to say. “My shift didn't end early.” His face seemed to have a soft blush that covered his cheeks, embarrassed about what he was telling her. “I told Grey that Kojo was sick and I had to take him to the vet so I could leave early to plan this.” 

Lucy was surprised, and all she could do for a moment was laugh while she tried to say, “You did what?” Her giggles made her words less clear, but Tim understood. She caught her breath and asked, “Why did you do that?” She asked when she managed to stop laughing.

“I missed you.” He said. Plain and simple answer, but it made Lucy's heart feel warm. He had faked an emergency just to be able to have the night with her. Now even the kiss had made sense. It had been too long since they had a moment just for them. 

“You're so cute.” She said as she stood up from her chair and moved closer to Tim, making a sign with her hands to move his chair back. He was looking up at her from his spot and just did as she said, now letting her be the one to surprise him. Even more so when she crossed one of her legs over his to sit down facing him, her legs straddling his. “You're so cute.” She repeated. “And hot,” she added this time, a small smirk on her face as she leaned down to kiss him again just like before. 

It was going to be a long night for them, but a good one. Tim needed to be as close to Lucy as she needed him. It was the perfect evening. 

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Chenford Week - Day 1

Prompts: Weather and fight/argument Synopsis: Lucy wakes to an unexpected storm in Los Angeles, forcing her and Tim into an early shift. As they prepare, Tim’s overprotective instincts clash with Lucy’s determination to join him on patrol through the dangerous weather. Tags/Warnings: Lucy Chen/Tim Bradford, fluff, small fight, kisses, they're already dating Word Count: 1062 Notes: This is actually the first fic I have ever written. Lately, I have been obsessing over The Rookie all over again, and this Chenford Week is a great moment to start writing. Day one is late (meant to be posted on the 11th), but better late than never.

That day was not going to go as expected. The weather forecast had predicted a heatwave the day before, and everyone had prepared for it. Lucy knew what to expect after enduring a heatwave and the chaos it unleashed on the streets—it was typical for Los Angeles. But she woke to dark skies and the sound of wind battering the windows. She turned to look at Tim, his bare back facing her, still fast asleep. Lucy wasn’t sure what time he’d gotten home. His hours at Metro varied daily, and she could only help by making his coffee extra strong. She’d helped him get that job, even if he had not known that at that time, but he enjoyed it, even if it was tough on him and their relationship. They barely spent time together now, except at work.

She slipped out of bed as quietly as she could and headed to the kitchen, where she found Tamara, still in pajamas, preparing breakfast. “Hey, you’re not going to school?” Lucy asked, puzzled, knowing Tamara rarely skipped classes. “We got an email half an hour ago. Classes are canceled due to the storm.” Tamara shrugged and continued making one of her favorite ClipTalk recipes: scrambled eggs and Pop Tarts. Three plates sat in front of her, a sign that she knew Tim was home and was cooking for him, too. Lucy thought it was a sweet gesture, but giggled at the memory of Tim waking up to that breakfast before. The first time Tamara had made it, he’d shot Lucy a pleading look, silently begging her to take his food away and spare him. Lucy had laughed and eaten her breakfast; she didn’t want to seem ungrateful for Tamara’s effort. Plus, it had been worth it to watch Tim struggle to finish his plate with a forced smile to avoid hurting Tamara’s feelings. He cared about her probably just as much as Lucy did, even if he did not say it out loud. That same day, Tim had made Lucy promise to tell Tamara never to make it again—a promise Lucy might have conveniently forgotten. Oops.

Her focus shifted from the food to the window when a loud crash—probably a branch slamming against it—snapped her back to the storm mention. It wasn’t good news, and it meant they’d need to head to work early. Who knew what chaos this weather would bring? “You’re not staying here. Get dressed, the station’s safer if this gets worse,” Lucy told Tamara. Before Tamara could protest that she’d be fine at home, Lucy cut her off. “I’m not taking no for an answer. This building isn’t safe in a storm. Get dressed. I’ll wake Tim.”

Tamara rolled her eyes, turned off the stove, and abandoned the food as she headed to her room. Before she entered, she glanced back, yelling with a grin, “Wake up, Tim! Your favorite breakfast is ready!” She laughed, clearly aware Tim hadn’t enjoyed it last time. Little menace. Lucy couldn’t help but laugh before heading to the bedroom, where she found Tim hiding his face under a pillow. “Not the Pop Tarts again,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric, but Lucy knew exactly what he meant.

A moment later, she climbed onto the bed, straddling Tim and resting her face against his chest briefly. She needed the closeness. His arms wrapped around her waist instantly, pulling her as close as possible. “You’re in luck. We might not have time for breakfast. There’s a storm coming, and it looks bad,” she said, lifting the pillow from his face. His brows furrowed as he registered the howling wind outside. “I take it back. I’d take Pop Tarts over a storm any day,” he sighed, pulling her in for a brief kiss, shorter than he’d have liked. “We need to get dressed. Last night I was following a lead, and storm or no storm, I need to make an arrest.”

He started to get up, forcing Lucy to slide off him. “Take me with you. I’ll be your partner today,” Lucy said, excited to learn who they were arresting. She moved quickly around the room, gathering her clothes while Tim did the same. She loved being part of special operations, even if it wasn’t as a detective. She was determined to use her skills without losing hope about her future..

That is, until Tim said, “No. I’m taking someone from Metro. You shouldn’t patrol today.” Lucy froze, caught off guard. She knew Tim was overprotective of her. He worried too much, and it had sparked arguments before when she mentioned jobs he deemed risky. Still, she wanted him to trust her and believe she could handle herself. “If the weather’s as bad as they say, people will need help. I’m patrolling today, with or without you.” Her tone was firm. She knew her job was to help people, and she’d do it no matter what.

“Do you know how many people get lost in a storm? Have you ever worked through one? No, you haven’t. I have. This isn’t the time to test yourself,” Tim said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to make his point. He just wanted Lucy to be safe.

“When will it be the time, then? Take me with you, and I’ll be safe,” she countered, frustration rising. It was too early for this argument—any time would be too early for it. 

“Lucy, it’s dangerous.”

“It’s as dangerous for you as it is for me—” She saw him open his mouth to argue and cut him off. “And don’t try to convince me otherwise. You’re the one who’s been shot before.” She turned her back, dressing quickly as she ignored Tim’s loud sighs.

After a long silence, Tim finally relented. “Fine. But if I say stay in the shop, you stay there.”

Lucy, finishing her tight hair bun, looked at Tim with a wide smile and stepped closer to kiss his cheek. “I’m not staying in any shop, and you can’t take it back now.”

It was going to be a long day, Tim thought. “Let’s get you through your first storm. Come on, Boot.” Lucy rolled her eyes at the old nickname but let it slide since she’d won their little argument. Lucy 1, Tim 0—at least for now.

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Don't you go away, don't let it die in vain

I'd give anything to feel it all again"

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#ChenfordWeek25 | ✨ Day 01: The Next Step

Happy Chenford Week! ❤️

Please enjoy this lil comic of Kojo waiting for Lucy to move in with Tim/ to come home 💖

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Excited to see people do things about this ship🩷🩷

Introducing Chenford Week 2025, a special 10-day fandom event celebrating our favorite ship and characters! This year's much anticipated event will begin on Friday, July 11th and run through Sunday, July 20th.

By using the tag #chenfordweek25 the fandom would love to see it all! From fanfics and gifsets to fan videos and edits, there is always something for everyone to enjoy!

Underneath the read more line below, you will find 3 to 4 daily prompts ranging from soft to spicy and everything that could possibly lie in-between.

New to the event? Unsure about the rules? Or forgotten how it works? Don't sweat it because the rules are simple!

1.) Pick 1 or more of the daily prompts and create something out of it!

2.) Combining daily prompts is encouraged! But please do not jump around and combine prompts for multiple days. (ex: combining a prompt from Day 1 on Day 1 with a prompt from Day 9).

3.) Fic writer? Don't forget to add your work to the AO3 collection, Chenford Week 2025, which will open on the first day!

4.) Works created or generated with AI will not be supported. This includes, but is not limited to, fanfics and art.

5.) Don't forget to tag your creations with #chenfordweek25! A masterpost will be created after the event is over :)

Have questions? Don't hesitate to send me an ask!

And now, without further ado, Chenford Week 2025.

Friday July 11th - weather, fight/argument, the next step

Saturday July 12th - and a little bit of spice, confessions, fave season 7 moment

Sunday July 13th - road trip, fix it, undercover, 7-A-19 or 7-A-100

Monday July 14th -story from the headlines, 1 year in the future, fave season 7 line

Tuesday July 15th - chenford colors [blue/yellow], trope wheel, date night, season 5 or season 7

Wednesday July 16th - AU's, found family, celebrations/holidays, undercover or uniform

Thursday July 17th - lyrics/quotes/poems, away from Mid-Wilshire, hurt

Friday July 18th - call gone wrong, crossover, fave kiss, tim's house or lucy's apartment

Saturday July 19th - love languages, domesticity, the shop

Sunday July 20th - free choice, pillowtalk, fave season 7 parallel

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a good sailor will always return to the sea

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CACKLING THIS IS AMAZING