Dirk Gently imagines/writing prompts

Will probably include lots of pain and fluff, a bit of humor and oh, did I mention pain? Credit would be appreciated if you use one of these :)

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Prompt 4

“Listen, Dirk. No matter if I get hurt, no matter how this ends, I’ll never regret a thing.”

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Prompt 3

The Jacket Team gets some Chinese food with extra fortune cookies because Todd loves them.

But before he can eat a single one of them, Dirk opens all of them because he wants to know what messages are inside. Is it something typical like "You'll find your true love", "Today's going to be a good day for you" or some quotes from famous people?

Turns out jt's none of these things. The messages are confusing. "Case" is written on the first one. Then numbers and names. River. Truck.

Farah reads in the newspaper that the son of the restaurants manager is missing and that a museum has been robbed. Sightings of a mummy walking through the city at night. Dogs and cats are disappearing.

Everything is connected.

(Doesn't have to be a robbed museum etc., I just thought that the fortune cookie idea would be cool)

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Prompt 2

"Let him have the jacket."

"But officer, it's evidence."

"He's been through enough already."

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Prompt 1

Angst/fluff

Todd and Dirk, could be gen or brotzly, that's up to you :)

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It's been nearly one year since Blackwing recaptured Dirk and the whole Wendimoor thing. After the case was solved, Todd and Dirk moved into Todd's old apartment. They made together with Farah Dirk's fantasy of having a real detective agency become real, Farah even got a name plate for the door. Everything seemed perfect.

But after a few months, things changed. Dirk started to act in a way that was even weird for him and then isolated himself from both Todd and Farah. He only answered to their questions with "Yes", "No" or "I don't know. Do you understand? I. Don't. Know." and storming off. After a while not even that. He said nothing, left the room when Farah or Todd entered and sent every single client they got away.

Everyone was worried. They tried to talk to him but nothing seemed to work. What they forgot is that the anniversary of Dirk being recaptured by Blackwing got closer and closer with every day and Dirk got more and more scared. Nearly one year passed. One year is enough time for Blackwing to start again, to try to find the psychics and starting with the 'new mission' at the one year anniversary had something about it.

Todd couldn't remember the last time he had seen Dirk eat something or drink a glass of water, not even talking about Dirk getting some sort of sleep. And he didn't know why. Dirk looked sick. Pale face, sad and tired eyes, he got easily scared when he heared a sudden noise, flinched when someone touched him, he was most of the time zoned out. Todd wanted to help but Dirk wouldn't let him. He didn't want to bother anyone with his problems. Not again.

But then the night before the anniversary it got bad. Really bad. Dirk started to imagine things that weren't there. His brain and his body were so tired, he couldn't keep apart what was real and what he made up. He sat in his bed, shaking, when he thought that he heared Priest and gun shots. He ducked, hiding under his bed. Deep down he knew that Priest wasn't there but still, he couldn't convince himself that this was just his imagination. Dirk panicked. His vision got blurred, his body shaking even more than it already did, he was sweating and tears starting to form in his eyes. He tried to calm himself down but nothing worked. Dirk couldn't breathe which made him panic even more.

With shaking legs, carefully setting one foot in front of the other, he swayed to Todd's room, one hand always on the wall looking for support so he wouldn't fall over. He opened the door and woke the peaceful sleeping Todd who was immediately in alarm mode.

Dirk broke down on the edge of the bed, leaning against the headboard, trying to breathe. His eyes searched for Todd but everything was blurry.

"Todd. I... I need help."

Todd got up immediately, sat himself in front of Dirk, placing both hands on his shoulders.

"Dirk, what's happening? How can I help? Tell me what I can do!"

"Panic attack. Thought heared Priest." He managed to say between breaths before slumping forwards, hands on his knees, trying so hard to breathe. It was really really bad.

And the rest is just Todd trying to calm Dirk down, hugging, fluff and Dirk in the end finally getting the sleep that he so desperately needed, knowing that Todd is right next to him and will kick Priest's ass if he would dare to show up.

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Attention:

This blog will probably contain spoilers for season 2, but I will tag these with "season 2 spoilers" so you can block it.

If you use one of my prompts, credit would be appreciated.

You can send in requests like "Tina and Hobbs, angst" and I will try to find something for you.

You can also send in submissions if you want to.

But please, nothing smut or suicide related because I'm not comfortable with these topics, I don't write it and don't want to think about it for a writing or drawing prompt.

Have a nice day everyone ❤