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Martin Riggs Imagine - Part 3

A story full of angst (because I love it) and comforting (for balance). She is a newcomer to the police of Los Angeles and Martin Riggs just lost his wife. (Part 3)

“Leaving a note for him was a good decision, girl. We’ll have time for just us two”, he smiled and she didn’t like his grin.

“What do you want to know?”, she tried to be calm, but fear and panic were heard in her voice.

“Are you scared? Because you should be”, he took out some knifes and different surgeon tools.

She looked away, breathed slowly to just stay calm for a moment, but all this didn’t help when she heard metal screech.

“Just tell me what you want to know”, Y/N bit her lips so hard, blood started dripping down her chin.

“That’s not fun at all, beautiful”, he turned around for a second to look at her. “You’re torturing yourself without me. Don’t take away all the pleasure”.

She was silent, couldn’t even breathe at that moment. He walked closer to her, grinned, looking in her eyes full of tears and made the first cut. She bit her lips, but didn’t make any sound.

“Tough girl, huh? I’ll make you scream. In addition, you will tell me everything you know or he will come to save you someday”, he continued torturing her for days.

She forgot her name, she forgot where she was, her mind wondered some place else. Y/N couldn’t handle any more pain, she broke down after few days of strait torture. The man got bored and one day came in the room and pointed a gun at her.

“Kill me already”, she smiled, crazy, broken. “Are you bored because I don’t scream? You’ll not get the pleasure”.

“I’m probably bored because he didn’t come, that would be more fun, baby girl. We’re so close now, right?”, he stroked her cheek. “Oh, Martin Riggs, you don’t even know what you’re losing right now”.

She looked away, tear falling down her cheeks.

“Hey, boy, you don’t have the right to call her this way”.

She thought this was a dream. The voice she wanted to hear all the time and sometimes even heard in the darkest corners of her mind came alive and was standing just in front of her.

“Martin?”, Y/N whispered almost losing her mind.

“Just stay with me, Y/N. It’s over”, he smiled to her almost gently.

“I don’t think so”, the man laughed pulling out his gun, but the gunshot was heard a lot earlier and the man slowly fell down covering his stomach.

“I think so”, Martin put away his gun and walked to her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. Stay with me, okay? We’ll get you to the hospital in no time”.

She tried so hard, keeping her eyes open. But didn’t succeed.

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Martin Riggs Imagine - Part 2

A story full of angst (because I love it) and comforting (for balance). She is a newcomer to the police of Los Angeles and Martin Riggs just lost his wife. (Part 2)

Next day they met in the hall of LAPD. She was rushing to her desk and he was not even looking where he was going so they bumped into each other.

“Oh... Y/N?”, he stopped for a second, looking at her surprised and regretful.

“I’m sorry. Sorry. I didn’t...”, she tried to dissapear as fast as she could.

“Hey, wait... Um, look, I’m sorry for what I’ve said”, he looked her in the eyes. “I didn’t mean it. Truly. I’m just... That doesn’t matter. Just so you know, you’re a good cop and I appreciate your attempt to help me, but nobody can help me now”, they were silent for a few moments then she sighed in relief.

“Okay, then we’re not enemies now?”, she stretched her hand towards Martin.

“We’ve never been enemies. I’m sorry again”, he shook her hand lightly.

Y/N was working with this investigation for a very long time. She always consulted with Riggs and they spent a lot of time together. Eventually they became close as not only coworkers, but friends. Riggs also found a person whom he could tell his thoughts and feelings.

“Martin Riggs, why are you still eating this cheese?”, Y/N screamed from her kitchen. “Am I cooking here for myself or what?”

“Sorry. Sorry”, he walked in the kitchen laughing and half naked. “Cheese is my passion, kid”.

“I’ll throw it away next time I see this thing again!”, she turned around and sighed. “Put something on, Riggs”.

Her heart beat sped up, she quickly turned back to her breakfast. Y/N couldn’t remember when she understood that feelings for Martin Riggs were real. She started to see him in different light since their first overnight stay. He was sleeping on the couch in the living room and she was in her bed. They were reading previous investigations till late at night and she decided to leave Riggs in the house. That night she couldn’t sleep, nobody in the last year slept with her in one house. In the middle of the night she heard a choked cry. Maya ran in the living room, seeing Riggs frustrated and scared.

“Martin?”, she sat near the couch on her knees. “That’s just a nightmare”

He hugged her so tight she couldn’t breathe. His hands were strong and warm, his heartbeat beating so fast she could feel it. The girl stroked his back for a few minutes until he calmed down and let her go.

“Do you have something to drink?”, he looked almost broken. Last time she saw him this way in the cafeteria of LAPD when they met for the first time.

“Yeah, I think I got some beer. Maybe we should stay awake for a little”, she got up and brought two bottles of beer.

“Kid, that’s too weak right now”, he smiled, stroking his hair.

“I haven’t got anything else, Martin. Sorry”, she handed him a bottle and he drank it all in one second, grabbing her bottle and drinking it too. “Okay, I have two more. Do you want to drink them all or leave something for me?”

“Bring it. I’ll share”, he lounged on the couch.

“Are you alright?”, she got two bottles and set beside him on the couch.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”, he took a bottle, looking at the window. “I guess I should go now, kid”.

“It’s almost morning, Riggs. We’ll go to department together”, she sipped from a bottle.

“I’m not gonna be in department today”, he sighed, finishing his bottle.

“Riggs, don’t do anything crazy”, she looked at him worryingly.

“I’m crazy. Can’t promise ya’ that”, he smiled a little wacky to her, got up and left in the darkness of night.

Y/N sat there, left alone again, feeling emotions she couldn’t quite explain. From that moment she couldn’t think of him the same, his rough touch changed something inside her.

After some time Y/N got pretty close to solving the riddle that appeared with his wife’s death. It lead to a cartel in Texas and she almost decided to go there without even telling him to be sure he will not come after. However, she was late. They took her when she slept in the house, already packed for the trip. She even left a massage on the phone for Riggs that she will be out of town for few days and he shouldn’t try to call her. She woke up in the dark room, tied to a chair. Panic paralyzed her, a man walked into the room.

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Martin Riggs Imagine - Part 1

A story full of angst (because I love it) and comforting (for balance). She is a newcomer to the police of Los Angeles and Martin Riggs just lost his wife.

“Detective Martin Riggs?”, she quietly walked in the cafeteria in the police department, looking at a man who was sitting there and looking in the window. 

“What?”, he was frustrated, angry and sad. She couldn’t handle to see anyone this way. 

“I understand how it is for you now. I’m sorry”, she whispered, sitting beside Riggs. “But I have to ask you some questions, okay? Bear with me”. 

“Who are you?”, the man looked at Y/N and flinched a little. 

“I’m detective Y/L/N. I will be investigating a car crash that took your wife”, she opened her notebook and took out a pen. 

“Hell no! I am the one who should be doing this”, he stood up so rapidly that coffee that was standing near fell down on the floor. “Shit”

“Detective Riggs, please... I’ll take care of it. Just...”, she pursed her lips. “Stay calm. I know it’s hard, but you can’t be just with this, so please answer some questions for me and we will be done with it”. 

He closed his eyes for a second, had a deep breath and finally sat back down. 

“Go on with your questions, girl”. 

Y/N gave him a sad smile and started asking carefully. Sometimes his anger was getting over his head, but by the end of their conversation, he looked tired and drenched. Y/N felt his ache, she saw it in his eyes. 

“One last question, Martin”, she took a deep breath. “Ready?”

“Yeah, just ask”, he ran his hand through his hair. 

“What was your last conversation with her?”

He didn’t say a word in what seemed like years. Y/N looked at him. His cheeks were wet, eyes closed and jaws clenched. She carefully put her hand on his shoulder, stroking gently.

“We can finish. I’m sorry, Martin. Don’t answer this”, she squeezed his shoulder, but at that moment he started talking. 

“She was driving to the hospital to have our baby. I was not with her, working as always. I should have been there, I should be dead now with her”, he clanged his jaw. 

“Martin, it would be the last thing she wanted for you. I know it’s hard, okay? But you should be strong and I know that you don’t want to. However, don’t you wanna be the man she wants you to be?”, Y/N stroked his shoulder, squeezed it a little. 

“What’s your name again?”, he seemed to calm down. 

“Y/N”. 

“Listen, Y/N, you’re not helpful at all. You will not understand what I feel and you don’t know whom she wanted me to be. Understood?”, she wasn’t prepared for such words and this little hate speech made her unsettled for a moment. He stood up and walked out of the room leaving her alone. 

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Roan Imagine - Part 3

A little story about a girl who fell from the sky and the man who was believed to be made of ice. About their love and death.

“You won’t survive any of that, Y/N. You will die if I push you hard enough”, she could see his jaw move angrily.

They argued, she didn’t fear him, he couldn’t let her do what she wants. However, by the end she couldn’t talk nor see him. So she grabbed some clothes, and ran as soon as he walked out the room. Ran as far away as she could in the woods. She thought she can live by herself, fight for her life. She was wrong. Grounders found her in two days, put her in the cage for a whole village to see. The girl was strong, she looked empty as if her soul wondered somewhere else, but inside she was alive and the strongest she has ever been. One day they pulled her out of the cage and put a bag on her head so she can’t see. And once the bag was lifted, she saw his face. It was Roan sitting on his throne, his face didn’t even change when he met her eyes, but she saw his anger, sadness, confusion.

“So what do you want?”, he asked with no sign of anger in his voice as if he didn’t know the girl. She was dirty, shivering with whole body and hugging herself to protect her child.

“We demand you to free prisoners. We don’t care about others. Just the four people of our village. Four lives for this two”, Maya suddenly felt cold blade against her neck. She raised her head to get away from it and again met his eyes. Full of fear. And she understood why Roan didn’t want children, why he would give up everything for his family. Instantly the idea came to her mind. She wouldn’t let her king suffer because of her stupidity. Roan stood up.

“No”, he turned around, trying to run from what about to happen. She froze, looking at his back, in a disbelieve that he just said that.

“Roan”, she whispered in hope that he will change his mind. His arms clenched, eyes becoming watery. His heart was tearing apart.

“Oh enough girl”, grounder pushed her so hard she fell and screamed from pain. The girl curled up on the floor. Roan couldn’t turn around, from her every scream he shivered.

“Stop”, he turned fast, came to his Y/N and helped her stand up. He carefully pulled her closer, she was already crying from pain. “You’ll get what you want, but only two prisoners will be freed”.

“Four or she’ll die”, the grounder pulled a knife out of his pocket. Roan carefully let the girl sit on his throne and ran towards the grounder. Y/N looked around, in pain and despair. She grabbed a knife, carefully opened her shirt.

“Stop!”, she put a knife against her already rounded stomach. Roan turned to see her, confused. “There should be no weakness in the king”

At that moment, he knew what is going to happen but there is no way he will be able to stop her. He stepped closer to her, keeping eye contact.

“Y/N, stop. Put it down. Put the knife down, girl”, he begged her.

The girl looked at him with tears on her cheeks, “I’m sorry”. She slowly put a knife in her child, in her stomach. Roan fell on his knees, losing everything in one moment. He saw her blood running down on the floor and the world shattered. His only love, kindness and happiness dying before his eyes.

“Help her, now!”, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t take his eyes off her watching her die.

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Roan Imagine - Part 2

A little story about a girl who fell from the sky and the man who was believed to be made of ice. Their love and death.

The king of Azgeda hugged her, keeping her warm and safe. After few minutes she slowly placed her hand on his torso, opening her eyes. Roan put his hand on her cheek, cleaning blood with this thumb.

“Don’t ever do that again”, he whispered, looking in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Roan. I’m just a little scared of my own blood. I’m fine, my King”, she closed her eyes, leaning towards his hand.

“Rest”, he put her in the bed, kissing her forehead as a goodbye.

Roan left her after a few minutes when he took the body and went for a meeting. That night he understood how fragile she was. Laying in the night, looking at her fluttering eyelashes, he promised himself that no one will get to her ever again. She was patient, the girl thought that he would eventually let her go out somewhere. However, weeks past she was still locked up in a room. The girl became sad, her eyes became gray, she understood Roan, but wanted more. She wanted freedom. One day, she was gently stroking his hair, looking on his relaxed face. He was rarely so calm and quiet.

“Roan”, she whispered, smiling sadly.

He slowly opened his eyes, waking up from a nap, nodded to her.

“I wanted to tell you something”, she was clearly doubting to say, the king immediately sat on the bed, waiting for the worst words to come out of her mouth, but she gently pulled him back, grabbing his hand and placing it on her stomach that already started to get a little round.

“A child?”, he whispered in amazement.

She smiled at him, kissed his lips so gently he could misplace it with butterfly wings. But all-consuming fear got in his mind. One more weakness. The child will be his biggest weakness of all, and he doesn’t need that. Roan’s face changed so rapidly, the girl shook and sat further, hugging her knees, protecting the baby this way.

«No, Y/N, no. I won’t hurt you”, his heart dropped from her look. Roan sat closer, pulling her closer with his hand. “You know that, sky-girl”.

But the girl was still protecting the baby, shivering from his touch.

“Y/N”, whispered the king, “my flying girl. I’m sorry. I... I’m happy, but... ”. He couldn’t find right words. “Our child will be my weakest spot, Y/N. I already have you, but I can’t handle one more. I would not handle seeing someone hurt my child, people will use it against me. I’m the King of Azgeda. We’re at war. I can’t”.

“What am I...”, she raised her head, looking in his eyes angry and scared. “What am is supposed to do? Kill the child? Roan, I can’t”.

She jumped from the spot, throwing away his hands, walking away as far as she could from Roan. She looked like a tiger at that moment, protecting her baby.

“Banish me! Kill, torture, do anything you want, but I will not let you touch this child, Roan!”, the girl was furious, clanging her hands.

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Roan Imagine - Part 1

A little story about a girl who fell from the sky and the man who was believed to be made from ice. About their love and death.

He loved her. Nobody knew why exactly. She fell from the sky but was not similar to any grounder. She was soft and kind, a little naive and vulnerable with hair like the sun and her eyes as the ice. True Ice Nation, true Azgeda. He saw this in her the second he laid his eyes on her. Her eyes kept him captive, her soft voice hypnotized him. She didn’t even try to do anything, she couldn’t even stand up. Carefully he approached her, pointing a blade at her throat. She looked him in the eyes, with naive hope and amazement and no fear, and almost instantaneously lost her consciousness, falling on the ground. Roan put his sword back and sat near her, looking at her face. At that moment, he understood that this is going to end neither good nor easy. He looked around, checked for any grounders near and grabbed girl’s body. She was so light, as a piece of clouds. Roan took her to his little secret cave. Carefully he put the girl on the bed, cleaned the blood and dirt of her. The girl was cold, shivering and burning at the same time. He decided to help. From that time, she trusted him and he trusted her with their lives.

Even when he became a king. She lived in his chambers in the tallest building in the world. The girl was wearing the best clothes in the city, ate the best food, but her happiness was far away. He would come to her every night, lay down near her on the bed and for just a moment stop being a king and become Roan she knew. The girl would sit closer to him, taking off the armor and swords, carefully avoiding the scars he had from his past life. Her hands were always cold, thin, light and he couldn’t resist the relaxation that hands gave him. The king was becoming a regular man: exhausted, sad, doubting. She would hug him from the back as if she was protecting him from everyone else. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, remembering the day he met her. They also had nights of fire, that burned in them, burning everything around to the ground. She would bend, turn, leaving long red scratches on his back with her little fingers. She moaned so loud the whole tower could hear her and nobody inside doubted their love. No one in the city saw their king so soft and gentle as he had been with her. His rough hands were becoming tiger’s palms. He was touching her so gently, scared of breaking. She loved putting her fingers through his hair and playing with it. Roan almost purred from the feeling of her cold hands running down his scalp. However, outside of that room, he was brutal, smart and dangerous. She knew that, but she also knew that he would never hurt her.

Roan felt scared the most in his life when he understood how thin was her skin and how weak was her body. This night he remembers as if it left scars on him. He urged to his room as soon as he heard her scream. A killer was standing over her, holding a knife to her throat. She was silent, shivering, the girl was so pale Roan thought she would pass away in seconds. The King ran towards them, but the killer was faster, not strong enough though. So he was able to make just a little cut on her neck. However, this was enough. Roan killed him in seconds, throwing the body away. He fell near her, holding the girl in his arms. She looked at him with her watery blue eyes, smiling a little, whispering “they can’t see your weakness”. Her eyes were slowly closing, but she kept looking at him, fighting for her consciousness.

“Damn sky-girl, stay with me”, he almost growled.

“I’m here”, the girl closed her eyes. “Don’t growl at me”.

His heart rate went up, Roan quickly bandaged her neck, stopping the bleeding which was harder than usual, and sat near her. Anyone at that moment could see the fear in his eyes, but fortunately, they were alone.

“Are you brave or stupid, sky-girl? You know that you have thin skin, and you tried to get yourself killed”, he was talking to himself, stroking her hair. “How can I love you?”.

Her body started shivering, she went almost deadly pale.

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Welcome to #Odessa (^^)

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I want to smell it once again :D

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Try to imagine him

Around there were only screams, sighs, and groans full of pain. And in all the darkness, it was very difficult to not notice him. Each camera oozed blood and pain, and he sat motionless. In each cell, a man, sitting inside, moaned in mental and physical pain, while he swallowed all of it. His head was tilted slightly to the side, and white hair fell down in a steady stream, and the top of the head was all in blood and seemed on his head shimmered bloody crown in the moonlight. The skin looked much paler than usual. The sharp nose and thin elegant lips resembled dangerous snake. Thin neck was covered with thin scars and bruises. On the shoulders hung the remnants of once a whitish shirt, one leg tucked under him, he laid his hand on top, so that the shackles would not touch anything, and the second leg lying on the floor and bent at the knee, and hand rested nearby. Wrists were enshrined with steel bracelets with spikes inside, each stud pierced the skin on the hands and the blood flowed down, and on his arms appeared blood-red gloves of dried blood. The man raised his head slowly, wincing, and stared at the window grille, through which made its way the moonlight and in his eyes reflected the boundless ice and darkness.

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Raining inside, feeling lonely.. What's wrong with me?

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