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enhaflixer · 5 months ago

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sjy - Chasing Ghosts - TEASER

a Criminal!Jake x Detective!Reader SEXY crime thriller

NOW POSTED HEREEEE!

🔹 SYNOPSIS: You spent years chasing Specter, the most elusive criminal the force has ever encountered. But every near miss, every failed case, every lead that went cold—it was never just bad luck. It was orchestrated. Because the real traitor wasn’t the man you were hunting. It was the one standing right beside you.

🔹 WC: ~14.7K (full-length fic, completed)

🔹 TAGS: crime thriller, enemies to reluctant allies to lovers, morally gray!Jake, found family, betrayal & redemption, slow burn to inferno, high stakes, forced proximity, heavy angst with a soft landing, house on the hill trope, HEA, High stakes

🔹 RELEASE DATE: WHNV YALL WANT AYYYYYY

🔹 WARNINGS: violence, corruption, deception, heavy themes of betrayal & loss, morally ambiguous decisions, explicit language, slow descent into trust issues hell, eventual comfort but only after suffering, guns, sexual content MDNI, f! receiving.

🔹 TAGLIST: OPEN!

⏳ Somewhere in the city, a chase was already in motion. But here, it was just the two of you—waiting for who would make the first move.

The lounge was dimly lit, the golden glow from the overhead chandeliers casting deep shadows against the walls. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and expensive perfume, a low hum of conversation filling the space as people slipped into quiet corners, murmuring over half-finished drinks.

But none of that mattered.

Because across the room, he was watching you.

Jake sat casually at the bar, one arm draped along the back of the leather stool, a glass of something dark and amber in front of him. He looked too at ease, the kind of effortless calm that came with knowing exactly how much control you had over a situation.

And right now?

He had all of it.

Your fingers curled around your own glass, untouched. You weren’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t part of the mission. You should have already been gone, moving onto the next lead, following the trail of evidence that was supposed to bring you closer to Specter.

But for some reason, you weren’t leaving.

For some reason, you were still here.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Jake’s lips, and before you could second-guess yourself, he lifted his glass in a silent toast.

Cocky bastard.

Your grip tightened slightly. You had been chasing him for so long that it was unnatural to see him like this. Not a shadow slipping through alleyways, not a whisper at the scene of a crime.

Here, he wasn’t a ghost.

Here, he was just a man.

And that was dangerous.

Jake tilted his head slightly, an unspoken challenge lingering in his gaze. You’re already here. You might as well come say hello.

Your body moved before your brain could catch up, legs carrying you across the lounge with a steady confidence that didn’t match the pulse pounding in your throat. Every step felt deliberate, like walking across a tightrope with no safety net beneath you.

By the time you reached him, Jake was already setting his drink down, his smirk widening just slightly.

"Didn’t think you’d actually come," he mused, his voice smooth, easy—too familiar, like you had known him for years instead of knowing him as the man you were supposed to arrest.

Your nails dug into the palm of your hand. "I thought I’d see what kind of lies you’d tell me to my face."

Jake chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he reached for his glass again. "Lies? No, sweetheart." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that it sent something sharp down your spine. "I only ever tell you the truth."

Liar.

And yet—

You stayed.

The city outside pulsed with movement, a chase still happening somewhere beneath the skyline. But here, in the quiet hum of the lounge, in the space between words neither of you were saying—

It was just the two of you.

Waiting.

Watching.

Seeing who would make the first move.

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caesariawritesstuff · 9 months ago

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I love C&M! I’d be curious how they’d each react to Detective being pregnant, if you’re comfortable writing that. Whether it’s planned or not, maybe both situations like headcannons?

We're Expecting

Summary: Unplanned and planned pregnancy headcanons for what would happen if Detective got pregnant.

Word Count: 2.8k

Content Warning: Slight sexual content, mention of abortion, planned and unplanned pregnancy discussions.

A/N: This fic is currently not canon to the official Cat&Mouse!Verse storyline, but I had fun writing this. I'm so happy you love C&M, and thanks for the request, anon! This was supposed to be put in a bulleted list, but apparently there's a block limit and Tumblr didn't like it, so apologies for the formatting. 😒

Unplanned:

Okay. Whoops. This wasn’t supposed to happen. All the protections were in place, but somehow, someway…you got pregnant. At first, you didn’t think much of it when your period was late. You figured it was just hormones, that it would be here soon.

Until it wasn’t.

One morning, you wandered down to the local drugstore and picked up three pregnancy tests. Probably overkill, but you didn’t care. Your stomach twisted in anxious knots, every part of you terrified that it could be true.

Not like you’d never imagined yourself being a mother, but well…you and Edward had never really talked about the possibility of children. Except, of course, in the bedroom when his clear breeding kink came out and he filled you with his seed, but that was different, and you usually thought nothing of it by morning.

You took the tests home, quickly hurrying into the bathroom to do you business. With bated breath, you waited for the little line to appear.

Please be negative, please be negative, please be negative, you thought, whispering those words over and over again.

And then, slowly…the other pink little line appeared. You stared, blinking, hunched over the toilet with the pregnancy test in hand.

“No,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe it.

So you waited, and took the test again when you were ready – but the same result appeared, two pink little lines: pregnant.

You waited again, and took the third test, but it was the same result.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked in the mirror at yourself, the realization dawning over you like a slow trickle of chilled water.

You were pregnant. Actually pregnant. With Edward Nigma’s baby. Shit.

This was…not what you expected, and instead of being overjoyed, you were filled with never-ending dread. How was Edward going to react? Would he shun you? Leave you? Blame you for this? Well, it did take two to tango, so you weren’t entirely to blame.

But still. Let’s face it: Edward Nigma wasn’t exactly father material, now was he?

Terror clawed up your throat, but you decided to wait to tell him. You would try and gauge his reaction first, subtly, before announcing anything further.

One day, while out grocery shopping with Edward, you passed by a mother with a small toddler in a stroller, pausing to whisper, “What a cute little baby.”

Edward hardly noticed. Whether or not he cared, you didn’t know.

Another time, you found yourself straying near the baby section of the store, your eyes pausing on cute little baby clothes. Edward, again, said nothing.

And so, it seemed, you had absolutely no idea how you were going to tell him.

One day, a few weeks later, you still hadn’t told him. You held it in, unable to look him in the eyes and tell him you were pregnant. Hell, you even took a fourth pregnancy test just to be sure, but that one didn’t lie, either.

Meanwhile, however, Edward could tell something was up. He could read it in your body language, and you were quite easy to read. He knew you were keeping something from him, he just didn’t know what.

At least, until one day while taking out the trash, he found the receipt for the local drugstore and the evidence that you’d bought a pregnancy test – and in that moment, his heart dropped.

Edward stared, wide-eyed, feeling himself have an out-of-body experience. Because if you were pregnant…no. No. He was not father material. He didn’t think he had one parental bone in his body. The very concept of it terrified him.

Edward’s own father had been a good-for-nothing piece of shit. He’d never had a father figure growing up, and all his years of abuse had tainted him to the idea of ever bringing a child into this world, anyways. Not like he ever believed he’d find you, either, but still…why hadn’t you told him about it? How long had you known?

And if there was one thing that truly bothered Edward, it was when you kept things from him. He did not like being kept out of whatever was going on inside your tiny mind. He did not like feeling like you were pushing him out.

But Edward Nigma had no idea what the fuck to do.

Should he confront you? Wait for you to tell him? Words danced on the tip of his tongue, but it took all of his self-control to not blow a gasket and storm out. Because being a father…it meant something more than he could ever have imagined.

But, Edward was a smart man, and he began to piece together small little things that had happened over the last few weeks: the way your eyes caught on tiny babies and baby clothes, how you expressed interest in them. Truthfully, Edward had thought you were simply ovulating, and that your hormones were raging. But now he saw it for what it was: you’d been trying to gauge his reaction, hadn’t you?

And here he’d gone and said nothing. Shit.

Terror clawed up Edward’s throat as he considered the possibility of fathering a child. His own father had done nothing but torment him, and he never knew his mother. He had little faith in his own parental skills…and he had no idea what the fuck to do. For the first time in his sorry life, he was at a complete and utter loss.

Edward Nigma had always prided himself on thinking ten steps ahead of everyone else, of being prepared for every scenario and outcome, but he had not planned for this.

But one night, when it seemed you were still content to keep this from him, he finally confronted you, looking up from his dinner as he said, “Are you keeping something from me, my dear?”

“What?” you’d asked, feigning surprise. “No…why would you say that?”

He raised his brows. “I know you’re pregnant.”

Your face had fallen, going pale, the color draining from your cheeks. You shifted, pushing your dinner plate aside as you looked down, not meeting his eyes.

Quietly, you said, “…what do you me to do with it?”

Edward blinked. Stared. Your question took him aback. He hadn’t expected you to be so quick to throw the decision on him. “What?” he’d asked.

You lifted your eyes. “Well…I mean, come on. Do you really want to be a dad?”

No. Yes. Maybe.

Fuck.

In that moment, Edward had no idea what he wanted. He never thought this would happen. Of course, he wasn’t an idiot – he knew the risks when you started having sex together. He just hadn’t expected it to become a reality.

And perhaps, if you were anyone else, if you were someone he did not love…maybe he would have walked out. Maybe he would have asked you to terminate the pregnancy. But it was you carrying his child, and dammit…he loved you.

More than he ever thought he could love another person.

“I don’t know,” he finally answered, so unlike him. He was usually so prepared, thinking ten steps ahead, but this…this unknown, it frightened him, shook him down to his very core.

“Okay,” was all you said, looking back down at the table.

“Okay?” he asked. “Okay? Is that all you have to say?”

Your gaze snapped back to him. “What do you want me to say, Edward? That I’m happy? This is kind of unplanned, you know. And I’ve been sick with worry, wondering what you would think and…” You shook your head.

“You want to know what I think, detective?” he asked lowly. “I’m fucking terrified.”

“I am, too,” you whispered.

Edward stared at you for a long moment. He didn’t know what he wanted. Every instinct inside of him told him to bolt from this room, slam the door behind him, and never look back. All his years of trauma and pent up rage for his own father threatened to burst from his chest, but…lashing out would accomplish nothing. It would only serve to make you angry with him, and he did not want that.

But the very idea of becoming a father…he never thought it possible. Never believed it could actually happen. And as terrified as he was, perhaps there was a part of him that was curious to know what another tiny human being would become from him. A natural curiosity, he supposed, one built on pure human instinct and nature.

And yet, beyond that, there was another truth, too: the fact that Edward had come to love you, so fucking much, that the prospect of destroying something that had been built between the two of you…that frightened him most of all.

Edward took a deep breath and composed himself.

Slowly, he reached forward, grasping your hand in his as his thumb stroked across your smooth skin. “Terror has never stopped me before, my dear,” he said.

You stared at him, blinked, as if you couldn’t process just what he’d said. Finally, you asked, “…are you saying you want to go through with this?”

He nodded, and yet the movement, the confirmation, made his stomach do a thousand uncertain flips. “What comes after two?” he asked.

“Three?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Then that’s what we’ll be,” he replied.

And that’s what we’ll be.

Planned:

The very idea of becoming pregnant terrified you. Childbirth was a scary thing, and even though you’d considered the prospect of being a mother one day, you just never expected the father of your child to be Edward Nigma.

In fact, once you started dating him, and the more serious your relationship grew, the more the very idea of becoming a mother seemed to fade away from you entirely. You knew Edward was not father material, and assumed he’d never wanted to have a baby, anyways…

Except, in the bedroom, when he’d whisper naughty, salacious things in your ear as he fucked you.

“Would you like it if I bred you, detective?” he’d ask, a low groan as his cock thrust in and out of you with furious, desperate need. “If I forced you to carry my seed? To populate this city with my genius?”

Before, you never thought too hard about what he said, even if it did turn you the hell on at the very prospect of being used to breed for him, but one night, after a round of sex, you found yourself wondering what it would actually be like to have his child.

Of course, you didn’t bring it up, even though words hung on your tongue. You never thought he would actually agree to having a baby with you.

Until, one night, he once again expressed his breeding kink by burying his cock deep inside of you and spilling his seed, whispering how much he wanted to breed you.

You couldn’t help it – the words slipped out of your mouth not long after, the question popping out before you could stop yourself, “Would you actually want to have a baby with me?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and he propped himself up on one elbow while staring down at you with a quirked brow. “Would you actually want to have a child with me? You know, I’m not exactly father material.”

“You’re the one who talks about breeding me all the time,” you laughed out. “If anyone is interested, I’d say it’s you.”

He smirked. “Well…it would help the gene pool if I passed along my genius, now wouldn’t it? Just think of all the little genius offspring of mine.”

“Uh-huh,” you’d said, rolling your eyes, but you paused, feeling your stomach drop as you sat up in bed. “Wait – are you actually considering it?”

“I can’t deny my…interest, my dear, in what it would actually be like to have some offspring,” he said. “Believe me, this city would greatly benefit from it.”

You laughed, but his words had awoken something inside of, something dormant and fragile and now sparking to life like a wicked storm in your belly. You didn’t know what to think, but…well…

“Are you considering it?” he finally asked, as if noticing your expression.

“What? No, I mean, of course not!” you said, stumbling over the words, trying to hide the fact that you were very much thinking about it.

He studied you slowly, smirking, looking at you in that way that made you know he could tell exactly what you were thinking, but he chose not to probe further.

However, the conversation had seemed to unlock something in both of you. A strange, hidden interest, like opening Pandora’s box. Because now that the topic was out, it seemed you could not put it back in the box.

The days passed slowly, but you found yourself wondering what it would be like to have a baby with Edward. And even though he wasn’t really father material, you had to admit, he had done remarkably well in his reform: he’d been on his best behavior, attended therapy on time, and work was going surprisingly good. Things between you and him had been strong for months now, in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

But the very idea of actually having his baby stirred butterflies in your stomach. Perhaps it was something primal about it, maybe it was your own kink, you didn’t know – but something about being chosen by him of all people, to share himself with you and allow you to carry his baby, well…it certainly awoke something in you, didn’t it?

So, one night, you gathered up your courage and looked at him at dinner, staring him down as you said, “I want to have a baby.”

He almost choked on his food. “What?” he coughed out, taken aback.

“I want to have a baby. With you, Edward,” you said.

He stared at you for a long moment. You could just the wheels in his brain turning, as if his genius mind was trying to process just what you’d said and how to even respond. You waited with bated breath, prepared for him to call you a hundred names for being so stupid, for thinking this was a good idea, for—

“Very well,” he said.

“What?” Now it was your turn to be surprised.

“Seeing as you wish to carry my offspring, how can I decline such a request? After all, being the mother of my child is a great honor. And who am I to deny you?” As he spoke, his eyes twinkled with a mischievous gleam.

You smirked back at him. You hadn’t expected him to cave so easily, had assumed he would put up more of a fuss.

“Why so eager, Edward?” you’d asked, curious.

“I must admit, I’ve been giving it some consideration since our last talk,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “And I’ve found myself curious as to what it would be like to father a child. After all, I am the greatest mind this city has ever known. I think it’s about time I show this city what else I have to offer.”

You smirked, laughing lightly as you said, “Okay, sure.” Of course he would see having a child as providing Gotham with a great service, but, well…you didn’t mind, either. In fact, your belly stirred with warmth at the idea.

Looking up at him, you smirked and said, “I guess it’s a good thing I’ve already started taking prenatal vitamins then.”

“Oh,” he said, returning your smirk. “Someone has begun thinking a few steps ahead. It seems you’re finally learning.”

“Only from the best,” you said.

Edward, however, as much as he tried to hide it from you, could not ignore the strange stirrings in his own heart. Being a father frightened him. It terrified him, more than anything else ever had in his life – and that was saying something.

But there was a part of him that couldn’t deny the desperation to prove everyone wrong. To show the world just how great he was. After all, his reform had been going splendidly. And with you at his side – what better way to prove just how much he’d changed, how great he was, if not for taking on the responsibility that came with fatherhood?

After all, Edward was great, and what better way to only improve his greatness by proving he could be the best father? The father he’d never had – and oh, how Edward just loved to prove everyone else wrong.

And having you at his side, you carrying his child, well…that only made this whole thing all the sweeter, and he couldn’t deny you of his seed, now could he?

Oh no, Edward would only grant your wishes. What he had not expected, however, was how quickly it happened. In only a few short weeks, he found himself hanging outside the bathroom door while you took a pregnancy test, nerves bundling in his belly, as he paced back and forth down the hall.

But the moment the door opened, and you stepped out, holding a positive test, everything inside of him went taught. From fear. From excitement. From terror. He didn’t exactly know which ruled him more, all he knew was that this was becoming a very real thing.

But Edward Nigma, the Worlds Greatest Everything, had never shied away from a challenge. And fatherhood was the greatest challenge of all.

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