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little devi had entered the world - and ever since then? kelly had been a different man. life just changes when you become a father to someone. he doesn't understand his own dad. how he could create families - only to leave them behind. how he could look into the eyes of a life he'd helped create, only to leave them behind with nothing more than a few birthday cards. it made his stomach twist in knots. but it also made him sure of one thing, whatever cloth his own fatherhood had been cut from? it was a fresh one. one he got to shape himself. he would always be there for his little girl - and her mama. that was a promise he'd made during the pregnancy, hell - even before. it was a part of the wedding vows, and he'd promised her again after she had given birth to their little miracle.

now, sitting at home? with his favorite people? he had no complaints. no rush about anything in the world, except maybe to make sure that the little girl had a full belly and a clean diaper always. that her cries were always heard. that someone would always show up for her when she needed them. so he pulls his wife into his arms, mindful of the sleeping girl who was curled up in her little blanket. "thank you," he whispers into the kisses. kisses that felt like another promise. one of family and unity. that they're a team - for better or worse. for the rest of their lives. something severide never ever wanted to live without. "how soon can we make one more?" he's mostly teasing, but parts of him definitely wouldn't mind another cute little girl to cuddle and love more than anything.

kiss roulette ! / @squadthree

the quiet of the room was thick with the soft,  even breathing of their newborn daughter,  devi,  nestled safely between them on the couch.  wrapped snug in a knitted blanket,  her tiny face was a delicate portrait of innocence  &  peace — so small,  so fragile,  yet wholly alive in their arms.  there was no baby monitor humming in the background,  no distant beeping to mark her presence;  they weren’t ready to let her out of their sight just yet.  each gentle rise  &  fall of her chest was a sacred rhythm,  a reminder of the fragile miracle they now held.  samira’s fingers brushed lightly over the blanket,  tracing the faint curve of devi’s cheek,  a quiet promise to protect her fiercely,  to be present in every moment no matter how exhausted they felt. 

kelly’s arms wrapped around them both,  a steady  &  unwavering shelter amid the soft chaos of those early sleepless nights.  samira leaned into him,  feeling the strength of his warmth  &  the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.  their exhaustion was palpable but shared,  a testament to the life they were building together — raw  &  unfiltered,  yet filled with a deep,  tender love.  samira’s hand slid up slowly to cup the side of kelly’s face,  her thumb tracing lazy circles along his jaw.  their eyes met,  a silent conversation blooming in the quiet between them,  words unnecessary here.  she leaned in with slow,  deliberate care,  her lips barely brushing his at first — a soft,  tentative touch,  like the first fragile brush of dawn light on a quiet morning. 

the kiss deepened gradually,  growing warmer  &  more certain,  a gentle unfolding that mirrored the steady rhythm of devi’s breathing.  samira felt the familiar,  grounding strength of kelly beneath her,  the quiet promise in his hold as their lips moved together with growing confidence.  the world beyond the room faded away,  leaving just the two of them — exhausted,  raw,  but wholly connected, & the miracle that lay between them.  when she pulled back just a fraction,  her eyes found his again,   &  in that moment,  a small,  tired smile curved her lips — soft but full of hope,  quietly declaring that despite the sleepless nights  &  endless new challenges,  this life they had built was exactly where she wanted to be. 

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"Do I know you? I think I used to live here. You? No. No, I would remember that."

CHICAGO FIRE 13.10 'Chaos Theory'

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stella kidd ( @oncalls ) … gets a starter.

stella kidd was in bed. in their bed. it had been for a long while, and they both knew there was a great chance of : baby shay in bed. but today kelly had heard her climb down the stairs, and he'd gone to grab her. for a chance to let stella sleep. but then his little girl exclaims something - a word she hasn't said before. "mami!" she calls out, clapping her hands and reaching out to be held by - stella. she'd always been family, ever since she came back into his life. but not like this, not claiming her as one of her moms.

"that's your mami, hm?" he hums happily, blowing raspberries on her cheek. then walking towards his ( second ) favorite person in the world. handing her a happy two year old, and a kiss to her lips. "good morning, mami. did you sleep okay?" he smiles, kissing her temple too. "i was making coffee for you ... but i was intercepted by someone cute."

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there's a small grin on the lieutenant's lips as he walks with the blonde crime scene investigator - ballistics specialist. he knows someone was shot before the fire was set. knows that's why they're both called in today. kelly knew arson - calleigh knew her bullets. they would be a team for the day, so he might as well play along.

"oh yeah? chicago knows, they've seen me around town." he smirks and winks at her, walking towards the burnt building. it was safe enough to walk inside - but he didn't like the thought of her being there on her own regardless. just in case. you never knew with old structures like this one.

then he laughs, one that echoes in the dead neighborhood. kind of weird how they weren't met by nosy neighbors this time - perhaps because there were no sirens now ... no big firetrucks or blasting police cars. just two people on foot, with a crime in front of them and a scent to follow. "you've got to tell me about that chili cook off - maybe i can take you out for dinner after this?"

he nods along, he understood all about not contaminating a crime scene - he'd be damned if someone moved around on shit before he - or ofi - got on scene. "so umbrellas, and no long blonde locks dripping on chicago - or miami's crime scene. you think we'll catch him? or that he'll move on before we catch him?" chewing on his lip. he hated that idea. the suspect had moved from miami to chicago, he could move again. but the m.o always stayed the same.

The umbrella was pressed gently back into Calleigh's hand, and with it came a laugh:⠀ ⠀ Soft, low, honey-smooth, like thunder rolling distant across the bayou.⠀ ⠀ “Well now,”⠀ ⠀ A retort, casting a sidelong glance as his coat settled over her shoulders.⠀ ⠀ “If you keep this up, Chicago might just start thinkin' chivalry isn’t dead after all.”

The rain traced lines down the sleeves of his coat, now draped over her like armor.⠀ ⠀ The scent of smoke and storm lingered in the fabric;⠀ ⠀ Evidence of the man who wore it, AND THE FIRE HE WALKED THROUGH LIKE HE WAS FORGED BENEATH IT.⠀ ⠀ Verdant gaze lifted toward him with quiet amusement, lashes darkened by the rain, yet still carrying that undeniable charm.

“But I’ll have you know,”⠀ ⠀ she continued, one brow arching as she shifted the umbrella overhead with graceful precision.⠀ ⠀ “This hair’s been through hurricanes, crime scenes, and one very unfortunate chili cook-off explosion.”⠀ ⠀ A pause.⠀ ⠀ That signature Duquesne grin lighting up the darkened storm.⠀ ⠀ “It’ll survive a little Chicago rain.”

She tilted the umbrella slightly, just enough to shield them both as she angled it his way.⠀ ⠀ A small, silent gesture as they walked together through rain-soaked pavement.⠀ ⠀ “Trust me, Lieutenant.⠀ ⠀ No one gets more upset about a compromised scene than I do.”⠀ ⠀ A pause.⠀ ⠀ “Miami might forgive a bad hair day, but not botched evidence.”

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"i didn't do any healing," shaking his head. he was denying her compliment - doesn't feel worthy of it. he'd saved the kid, sure. she was alive ... for now. but everything could change. samira had said so herself. and kelly just isn't sure that he can live with another result than her being okay. what if he'd gotten there faster? if he'd checked that room first? the what ifs.. they don't tell you at first when you become a firefighter, but the what ifs are what's going to haunt you for forever. however samira's hug was making him feel better. immensely better. "you're the healer, i just do my best to bring the people to you in time."

there's a small grin on his lips when she offers to sneak away. he's about a hundred percent sure - that she doesn't mean for a quickie. doesn't feel like her style. but he wants to sneak away with her, he wants a moment of quiet - but more than that, he wants a moment of samira. "yes please - take me away." he smiles, kissing the top of her head. "where to? what's the hiding spot of the day?"

samira didn’t laugh,  though the corners of her mouth curved in something close.  she felt the words more than heard them,  his voice low  &  warm against her skin,   &  still — she didn’t let go.  her arms stayed wrapped around him,  protective in the quietest way,  like maybe if she held on tight enough,  the weight in his chest would start to lift.  maybe it already was. 

❝ it’s not the hugs,  ❞ she murmured,  voice gentle  &  sure,  threaded with affection he didn’t need to earn.  ❝ it’s you.  letting yourself feel something real.  letting me be here for it. ❞ she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes,  hands staying warm at his sides,  fingers brushing lightly at his waist.  ❝ don’t sell yourself short,  severide.  i’m not the only one doing the healing tonight. ❞

her thumb lingered at the hem of his shirt,  a small,  grounding point of contact.  she leaned in just enough for only him to hear,  eyes soft but steady.  ❝ do you want to sneak away with me for a bit? just for a minute,  one of my spots.  no one’ll find us. ❞ a quiet offer,  but the invitation in her voice was warm,  something close to sacred — a pause from the noise,  a place to breathe.  with her. 

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they were messy ... and for once they were alone. without eddie's son or his ( dead ) wife haunting them. just two guys watching a movie together - as friends. they were friends, right? but the hand on his thigh, the way eddie kisses along his jaw - friends don't do that. so kelly turns his head to face the one next to him. a quick ( bold and possibly dumb ) decision, and kelly's lips find the man next to him's. it's a quiet kiss, careful not to disturb the others who are there to watch a movie, not there to pine for their best friend for another year or two. his own hand moves, finding eddie's thigh. holding onto him as if somehow he's trying to keep the earth's axis from shifting. he doesn't want a slip in gravity to cause eddie fleeing this moment. neither of them had to run in the dark of the cinema. no one would see - no one to hold them accountable for feelings they aren't ready to admit yet. which is why, kelly's tongue brush over eddie's soft lips: begging for entrance. asking for more.

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do you need us to go? his breath catches the way wind snags on wire — headlong and silent, harshly — when kelly's lips graze just below his ear and that query, whispered into dusk, settles into a hollow of flesh. head twists without forethought, drawn like a tide pulled moonward, tilting into the space between them until their foreheads all but caress. his hand finds kelly's thigh, bypassing the buttery mess of the other, digits curling like they're cramming in the weight of choice. "no. do you?" a whisper in return. he lets his head recline back, eyes catching shadows instead of light, when eddie leans in once again — now kissing the strong edged line of kelly's jaw, then the corner of lips with a softness that feels defiant. when he doesn't pull away, when he lets the air grow still in their mutually charged space, heavy with everything unsaid, he realizes with a quiet exhale that the ball’s in kelly's court now, because eddie has moved as far as he would without losing himself altogether, and if something more was to occur, kelly would have to reach for it.

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I was thinking that maybe we start a family.

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send 🚬 to share a cigarette with my muse!

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they'd created life together. in there. a little life was growing. that was so wild. kelly almost can't wrap his head around it. both of them on their knees, as if they were praying to higher powers - but in reality they're worshipping something they've created together, something kelly would treasure forever. their baby - the first of three in a row, right? grinning at the words his wife had said herself.

"i'm going to show up - every single day." until he was an old man, dying in his bed, next to samira, surrounded by their three kids and at least six grandkids. maybe their kids too. and for the first time in his entire life? growing old wasn't scary. dying as an old man, not in an epic battle with fire? it sounded like the right way to go.

there's a laugh, then about ten kisses pressed all over her face. "nah uh, you said three in a row. i'm keeping you to that." but he's ( mostly ) kidding. he would love to see how the first one goes, but he already knows that samira will be a rockstar. the best mom ever. and he couldn't wait to meet the baby - see that little tan baby, big brown eyes, the curls they'd have? kelly was ready for a copy of his wife. so he kisses her lips this time. "we're going to be the best at this." another kiss to seal the promise.

samira’s breath caught as he spoke,  her hands trembling where they hovered just above his shoulders.  kelly severide — on his knees,  hands warm  &  reverent against her belly,  whispering to the life inside her like it already knew the sound of his love.  he kissed her like prayer,  like promise,  like he’d been waiting his whole life to be right here.  it made her ache in the best,  most sacred way. 

she sank down to her knees with him,  wrapping her arms around his shoulders  &  holding him close,  her forehead resting against his.  ❝it makes perfect sense, ❞ she whispered,  her voice thick with emotion.  ❝they’re going to know you — how could they not? you love out loud,  kelly.   &  they’re going to hear it every single day. ❞

she kissed the corner of his mouth,  soft  &  lingering.  ❝i’ve never been more scared of anything, ❞ she admitted.  ❝but i’ve also never been more sure.  i’ve wanted this.  not just the baby — this.  the version of life that starts  &  ends with you. ❞

she held his gaze,  her own full of devotion,   &  something fierce underneath it — loyalty,  protectiveness,  maybe even a little fire.  ❝you’re enough,  you know. ❞ her thumb brushed his cheek as if she could read his thoughts.  ❝you show up for me,  every day.   &  you will for them,  too.  i’ve never doubted that.  not once.  you’re not just going to be a good dad,  kelly.  ❞

her voice cracked just a little at the end,   &  she smiled through it anyway,  wiping at her eyes.  ❝we’re gonna do this.  all of it.   &  maybe … maybe even all three. ❞ she laughed,  soft  &  breathless,  eyes shining.  ❝but let’s see how i survive this first one,  yeah?❞

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of course she was letting him go this easily. not without checking every inch of him. acid could keep burning if it wasn't taken care of - he doesn't know how it works. but he's not bringing that home. not to their three girls, with their big eyes - eyes and curls all inherited from their mama. he couldn't be more obsessed with them if he tried. fuck, knowing that they're right here - in the same building as himself, and that he's not on his way to them right now? worst news of the day.

but he knows she's right, so he leans back. allowing her to do whatever she feels necessary. "i'd argue this could be a conflict of interest, but i happen to think it's kind of hot. so i'll be a good boy." teasing her with a soft smirk, he moves his hands to her waist, squeezing her gently.

she was right - the girls would be upset to see him hurt, but there was no shielding them from this one. it was on his face. they'd see the bandage, and he'd have to tell them he got a booboo at work. "they're gonna wanna kiss it better, all three of them."

their mama worked in medicine, but their girls knew one thing for sure; nothing heals like a kiss and a hug. and he was prepared for extra cuddles. looking to his wife with a small grin on his lips. a slightly teasing one. "hm, maybe i'll feel better if you kiss me too? please?" tapping his lips with his index finger.

samira’s hand lingers on his cheek longer than necessary,  fingertips moving slowly over the tender,  reddened skin beneath the thin bandage.  she can feel the faint heat of the injury pulsing just beneath the surface,  subtle but stubborn,  refusing to be dismissed.  she doesn’t interrupt him with questions or concerns — not yet — choosing instead to study the quiet courage in his face.  the weight of his kiss on her forehead is soft,  a gentle grounding that unsettles her in the best way,  stirring the familiar ache that lives somewhere deep in her chest. 

her voice comes out low  &  steady,  threaded with a tenderness that doesn’t compromise the fierce care she feels.  ❝ no,  you don’t get to be fine until i say so.  ❞ the stubborn doctor inside her pushes back against his easy dismissal,  unwilling to let him downplay the pain she knows is still there. 

when he mentions their girls,  a soft pang rises in her throat,  sharp  &  immediate.  she thinks of their wide-eyed wonder,  their tender hearts that might break if they saw him hurt — even a little.  she swallows that ache  &  squeezes his face gently,  her thumb brushing over the edge of the bandage,  careful not to cause more pain but wanting to remind him he’s not alone. 

❝ they’ll be waiting for you.   &  they’re proud of you.  just like me.  ❞ there’s a fierce softness to her words,  a mix of unwavering love  &  quiet strength.  saving a life — especially one so close to their own family — is everything.  but so is making sure he’s okay,  that the man she loves knows he doesn’t have to carry the weight of it alone. 

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she makes a valid point - they should definitely stay in. so kelly doesn't move, he keeps paying attention to that sweet spot on her neck, the one where he feels her pulse flutter for him beneath warm and needing lips. so he brushes his hand up her side, tugging her closer to himself. grinning as he nips right below her ear. "we're staying in, get comfy." he whispers, he might get up and make her some tea, a cop of coffee for himself. something for them both to find comfort in - but also with a bit of caffeine to get the day kickstarted. not that they had any plans.

kelly used to hate his days off. but that was before he had someone to spend them with. before he had something he could call his own; a real home. one with a heartbeat, one with a laugh as soft as a summer breeze. before he had samira. so he kisses her shoulder and collarbone next. "we can do anything today, whatever you want, baby. you make the rules." he whispers softly, nose nuzzling against her neck.

samira's lashes fluttered open at last,  her smile slow  &  full of sleep,  blooming beneath his kisses like something warm uncoiling in her chest.  her arms looped lazily around his neck,  anchoring him to her like she’d never let him drift too far.  ❝more days like this,  huh?❞ she echoed,  voice soft  &  teasing,  threaded with something deeper — something that echoed the plea in his whisper.  her fingers tangled in the hem of his shirt,  knuckles brushing skin.  ❝you make it sound like i’d ever say no to that. ❞

she arched into his touch as his mouth traveled to her neck,  her breath catching just a little at the feel of him humming against her skin.  he always did this — made her feel like the only thing in the world worth slowing down for.  ❝we could go out, ❞ she said,  tilting her head to give him more access,  ❝but you keep kissing me like that,   &  we’re not getting anywhere but deeper under these covers. ❞ her laugh was quiet,  low in her throat,   &  she didn’t move to stop him.  didn’t want to.  ❝so you better decide quick,  lieutenant. ❞ her pulse fluttered under his lips,  her voice husky with affection.  ❝because right now? i’m voting we stay in. ❞

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just a man with a slutty back tattoo

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carol danvers ( @warbyrds ) : gets a worried text.

( sms » WIFEY ) : just want to hear how helen's fever is ( sms » WIFEY ) : don't wanna call in case you're sleeping ( sms » WIFEY ) : i love you - check in please?

their daughter had been sick for a few days ... and kelly had spent almost all of his days off watching her ( fussing over her ) but now he was forced to go back to work. missing both of them, the way they'd give him so much purpose and reason. not that it was lost from being at work - but he can't stop feeling like there was somewhere else he should've been. at home with his girls. his knee bounces as he waits for her response - begging that there wouldn't come a call before he heard from them.

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"right, you and the scrubs have seen things - but may i offer a cfd oversized shirt instead?" tilting his head and wiggling her brows. knowing she liked to wear his clothes - some of the only things that weren't tight around her belly ( according to herself ) and kelly? well, he loves her wearing his clothes too. one of his favorite sights. his large hand moves in gentle circles on her belly. "hi baby girl - i missed you too, yeah i did. all day long. i told everyone how i was coming home to you and mama, and how i'm going to spend the whole night with you two." he grins as he talks to their little life - who was definitely kicking against his hand.

"well, i read - that's because whenever you walk, she's lulled to sleep. rocking motions in there, and when you sit or lay, that's when she wakes up. aka when i'm around. i bet you're her favorite, i know you're mine." he smiles as he explains what he learned while browsing the dad forums again. something he does a lot these days. "we'll do weekly - if not daily - blanket forts on the couch. i'm bringing in the whole living room. maybe with the dining table too as base? blankets and pillows all over. i'll buy some fairy lights we can hang in there." kissing her head as he pulls her close with the arm he keeps wrapped around her.

samira’s head lolled to the side to look at him,    &  she gave him a sleepy,  unrepentant sort of smile — the kind that said she absolutely planned to rot here,  for as long as she could get away with.  ❝listen, ❞ she murmured,  eyes closing again the moment he kissed her head,  ❝these scrubs  &  i have been through a lot today.  it feels wrong to abandon them now. ❞ her voice was dry with humor,  but the softness in her face never faded.  his hand moved over her stomach,  warm  &  sure,   &  she felt a flutter in response — maybe real,  maybe just wishful — but it was enough to draw another breath from her lungs that felt fuller than the last. 

❝she likes you, ❞ she said after a beat,  eyes still closed,  her hand coming to rest over his without thinking.  ❝always more active when you’re near.  it’s kind of unfair,  actually.  i’m the one carrying her around all day. ❞ the words were teasing,  but there was reverence layered underneath.  reverence  &  love,   &  a quiet awe at how easily he settled into this — into them.  her fingers curled between his.  ❝but yeah.  you’re right.  she’s coming.   &  when she does,  we’ll still rot on the couch sometimes.  just — ❞ her lashes fluttered open,   &  she turned to look at him.  ❝with more blankets.  more stuffed animals.   &  a lot more noise. ❞

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"emotional warfare?" a scoff follows the words. halstead was a fucking brat. that was what he was, and you could quote severide on those words. finishing his drink with his free hand, the one that wasn't feeling up the man in front of him. this was a stupid idea - what a horrible way to spend a friday night. he doesn't know what else he would've done though, because for some stupid reason, these days? all he wanted to do was drown in halstead blues. as in look into detective 'i wear my duty belt on a date's eyes. a horrible idea. also this wasn't a date. he was just.. saying that to prove a point.

"i don't have the full gear, but almost. we're not allowed to bring home oxygen and shit like that. i got the suit and extra turnout pants though. i don't know, i like to have my lucky jacket nearby." frowning when he's called out on his comfort habits. halstead was so ... damn aggravating. like he knew exactly what buttons to push to drive kelly insane. and it worked. shaking his head with a small sigh. then he grins. apparently the prospect of peeling off detective smartass's duty belt off him? was fucking hot. so his hand drifts back down, unbuckling, starting to take it off. however, severide's own blues lock with the others. "fine, if that's what you want." like it isn't what kelly wants himself.

room softened around the edges , time stretching easy between heartbeats : whiskey to blame & praise all at once . detective looked down at the fingers clinging to his belt and back at severide ― discarding there EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO SHIFT AWAY , to laugh it off and bury the tension created almost instantly . a slow smiling tugging at jay's lips , half amusement & half dare . ❛   you invited me over , so i assumed emotional warfare . i like to be prepared .   ❜ banter made in the way smile lingered , and no movement followed to reestablish distance between the two ― NOTHING THERE TO BE CASUAL . not anymore .

flicker of confusion was then brief to cross his features , SOON REPLACED with a new wave of amusement : carried out in honesty & the whiskey that still blurred judgement and sharpened senses . ❛   do you really have a full firefighter gear in your room ? better yet , why would you even have that ?!   ❜ chuckle fell under halstead's words , opening the space for another sip on the alcohol before him ― & carving the path for unarmored actions to all that was happening . lips remained curled skyward , yet lines made more subtle as kelly's hand moved from belt and up . silence hovered as gaze met firefighter's once more : intently , a stare STRIPPED FROM EVERYTHING POLITE AND PATIENT . ❛   if you hate the belt so much ... you can take it off yourself .   ❜