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Wake up.

HANK VOIGHT. ⎢ CHICAGO PD.

❝ request by anon: Yay your requests are open again ❤️ hii can I request angst number 9 “Please, wake up” with Hank?? Maybe reader is shot or hurt on a case and she’s not waking up right away and Hank is basically losing it since him and reader have a relationship?

❝ words: about 350 words.

❝ warnings: mention of blood and injuries.

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl.

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“Please… Please, wake up… Stay with me, stay with me, please”.

There's nothing else you can hear around you more than the desperate voice of Hank, as he keeps his hands pressed over your bleeding chest begging you to resist just for a few seconds more. You don't know where the bullet has shot you exactly, but it hurts like a thousand knives stabbing you once and once. Even so, you want to open your eyes, to tell him that everything is going to be okay, but as soon as the ambulance comes you let yourself go.

For what you think it's just a moment, you don't feel pain or the warm blood staining your skin. You don't feel sadness or happiness. Your mind is blank, silence around you. Darkness. But then, a heavy and strong cramping shakes your anatomy, your brain, and your heart. And you feel how the air comes back to your lungs, filling them up.

Your saliva tastes as if you had been licking a coin, clicking your tongue disgusted trying to swallow. Stirring on what feels like a mattress, the tears borrow your view when you're able to finally open your eyes, trying to figure out where you are. Where Hank is. And you want to pronounce his name. You want to call him. But everything you can utter is a heartbroken whimper.

“Sh… keep calm, I'm here”.

You can barely see, but you feel his hands squeezing your left one as his lips meet yours in a tender and warm kiss. Breaking into an agonizing cry, you raise your weak right arm to his back, scared of fainting again and not being able to get up. Hank hugs you with so much care, wanting to comfort you at all cost but failing in not crying alleviated.

You aren't sure what happened, from where the bullet came, who shot you. You can't process all this information, only focus on keep breathing and not close your eyes again.

“Don't worry, sweetheart… Everything is gonna be okay”. Your husband whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses all around your face. “Everything is gonna be okay”.

[rebelwrites]

No Matter What

Hank Voight x Reader

Requested by Anon // Would you be able to do promt 20 with Hank Voight?. Something like he and the reader being in a relationship and the reader is younger and he is insecure about the age gap and she is in the locker room with Burgess talking to her about it and she tells her how much she loves him and he hears everything since he was behind them // Requested by Anon // Hello lovely. I hope you are very well. Is it ok to request prompt 18 for Hank Voight in a relationship with a younger reader if possible. Thank you kindly ❤

Prompts: “You’re cute when you’re half asleep like this.” And “H-How long have you been standing there?”

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“Mmmmm I don’t want to get up” you grumbled as you snuggled into Hank’s warm body. “It’s too early, too god damn bright”

“Sweetheart we need to get up otherwise we will be late for work and you know how bad it looks with me being late” Hank chuckled as he ran his fingers down your back.

“So what you are the boss” you mumbled closing your eyes again “who cares if you are late. Now please ten more minutes, I’m comfy”

“You’re cute when you’re half asleep like this” Hank smiled “you turn into my little koala bear”

“Mmm” you mumbled listening to his heartbeat, it was moments like this that you cherished. With work quality time was few and far between so anything you could get you both took it.

It felt like the ten minutes went so fast but you reluctantly sat up pulling the duvet around your body as you watched Hank walk to the bathroom. You always had a thing for older guys and tried so hard not to fall for your boss but when he revealed that he had feelings for you well that was game over. Everyone in the district knew you were both together and it didn’t bother them as you had somehow mellowed him out.

But even though you had been together for six months you still couldn’t bring yourself to say those three little words. Every time you tried to, the words got stuck in your throat.

“You getting out of bed and joining me in the shower or what?” Hank shouted from the bathroom, making you laugh.

“Coming” you giggled as you climbed off the bed to join him.

You were in a good mood as you walked into the locker room, to find Kim putting her things into the locker. Even though you were in a good mood there was something playing in the back of your mind. Something that didn’t help when you saw the look of other officers give you when Hank kisses you.

The feeling of insecurity. Yes there was an age difference between the two of you.

Kim sensed the change of mood as you walked in.

“Y/N you okay?” She asked.

“I don’t know” you said, unlocking your locker. “Just sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice. I’m sick of seeing all the dirty looks from everyone when me and Voight are together”

“Just ignore them” she smiled “if he makes you happy then who cares”

“Promise you won’t say anything” you smiled as you saw the photo of the two of you from the bbq the other month. “But when I’m around him nothing else matters, he makes me feel like I’m floating on cloud 9. My heart feels full when he is around me. I just want to spend every moment with him”

“What are you saying Y/N?” Kim smiled.

“I love him Kim” you grinned.

Neither of you heard Hank walk into the locker room until he cleared his throat making you freeze.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” You stuttered spinning around.

“Long enough” he smirked, taking a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you just tell me sweetheart”

“Because I didn’t know if you felt the same” you mumbled looking at your feet.

“Y/N” Hank whispered placing his fingers under your chin so you were looking him in the eyes “I love you to, and I always will no matter what everyone will think or say”

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❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hi babes! Can I request the “I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?” Prompt for Hank? Maybe reader gets hurt on a case and has a little retrograde amnesia and doesn’t remember (just for a little while) that her and hank are actually together?

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❚❙ WORDS: about 650.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to the author.

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The doctor said the hit on your head wasn't something to worry about, but you know there's something inside you that isn't working as it should. You have tried to talk about it with Hailey and Kim, but every time you're about to ask about it, your boss appears in scene. He's always staying nearby, helping you to grab things, accommodating the bed and the pillows for you, bringing you food from the snack machine. You couldn't imagine him like the kind of boss who takes care of his officers like that, and you feel somewhat bad for making him lose time when he could be working in another case.

The first night you have the weirdest and random dreams ever. Short flashes with Hank doing things. Dates, sleeping together, caressing the back of his head in his car, furtive kisses in his office. Short flashes of a life with him. Waking up barely breathing and covered by sweat, you earn more attention than you want. You can see a lot of nurses surrounding your bed trying to calm you down, while Hank is set apart to a corner to let them work. Before you can say anything, the sedative makes a quick effect on you.

Your eyes open slowly, getting used to the white lights on the ceiling, as you tilt your head over the pillow to your hand wrapped among another two. Feeling somewhat sleepy, you raise your orbs to the concerned brown ones. You can see him wanting to say something. How are you, do you need something, what you dreamt about.

“I… remember… kissing you”. You whisper feeling your throat dry, swallowing before continuing speaking. “Why do I remember… kissing you?”

You aren't sure if you want to know the answer by the gesture of confusion drawn on his face. What if it has been just a dream? What if is it part of your imagination? But then, something changes on his grimace. It's the first time in eight years that you see tears in Hank's eyes, racing your heart as his reaction squeezes it. Sitting on the bed with some difficulties, you don't know what to do, nor what to say.

“We… We are… married, (Y/N)”.

“We what?”

“If this is one of your… jokes, it isn't funny”.

As soon as he sees the surprise inside your eyes, he knows you aren't kidding. And Hank doesn't say a word, stepping out from the room to come back a minute later accompanied by Doctor Halstead and Doctor Charles. They call it retrograde amnesia, and it means you have forgotten a couple of things like five years dating your boss. Nothing significant, if you see the sarcasm here.

There's not medicine to bring back your memory. The only thing you can do is continue your life as if you haven't had the accident, and bite by bite you will remember experiences till completing the puzzle of your memory. But the sadness that has invaded Hank is killing you and you need to do something for him.

“Have I… ever told you that… I've been in love with you since I was in the Academy? Like… I don't know… eight years ago?” Your husband is now looking at you fascinated. So, probably, you have never talked about it and this makes your cheeks feel like they're burning. “I… used to fantasize about… you know, having dates, working together, traveling…”

“We will do whatever you want when you are discharged. I promise”. He replies kissing the back of your hand once and again, feeling more relaxed now that he's aware he's not going to lose you.

“I'm sorry I forgot it, Hank”.

“But you still love me”.

“Sounds like you wouldn't make me fall in love with you again…”

“I've done it every single day for the last six years, and I will do it till my last breathing”.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

No Other

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Requested by anon. I hope you like it Thanks for the request.

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Warning: slight breeding kink. Daddy kink. Spanking. Unprotected sex. Consensual non consensual sex.

"Oh Adam, my little love bug. What do you have for us today"? You cheerfully sang walking up the stairs with two coffees in your hands.

"Love bug? Really"? Adam tilted his head at you with a chuckle.

"Well we have to have pet names since we are going undercover as a married couple. I'm just trying some out, love muffin". You giggled sitting the coffee on the desk.

"Oh God. I hate you right now, snickerdoodle". Adam played along with the pet names. Making both of you laugh. But someone wasn't finding this humourous as you two did.

Hank watched from his office at you two. Playing and joking around. He was getting alittle jealous. Since you two were dating and no one knew. He couldnt say anything out in the open. But he sure could say it in private.

"Y/L/N, get your ass in here now". Hank demanded, slamming his door. You jumped, you never saw Hank like this. 

"Shit, am I in trouble"? You asked Adam, getting up from your seat. He was just as concerned as you were.

"You havent done anything wrong. So you should be fine. You want me to go with you"?

"No. No. I'm fine". You gulped going into Hanks office, slowly and quietly closing the door.

Hank stood beside his desk his arms crossed over his chest. "Get over here now". His husky voice made you weak in the knees but you knew this wasn't the time to get turned on.

"Sir"? You whispered out.

"Now. Don't make me ask you again". He ordered, pointing his index finger at the spot in front of him.

You moved slowly to him. Apparently you weren't going fast enough for his liking. Hank swifty and sternly but gently grabbed your throat, pulling you to him. You could smell the coffee on his breath and the aftershave he used this morning.

"Do you like being a nasty little slut in front of me"?

"Hank"? You moaned which wasn't supposed to be a moan but that's what it came out to be as it slipped your lips.

Hanks grip slightly tightened around your throat. "I asked you a question. Now you dont want to make me angry. You know what happens when you do that. Now don't you"? Hank smirked.

At that moment you were soaking wet. You knew exactly what he was referring too. He was so dominant when you would talk with guys. He especially hated it when you would pair up with Adam or Jay on assignments. It got him jealous and he took it out on you.

"Yes, daddy". You licked your lips, starring into Hanks eyes. His heart racing. Hank attacked your lips with his, bringing you to be puddy in his hands.

Hanks tongue danced for dominance. He pulled you closer to him, slowly letting go of your throat. His fingers traced down your chest. Circling your hardened nipples over your clothes. Goosebumps spread across your body.

Hank pulled away, biting your bottom lip along the way.

"I think you need to be reminded that you are mine and only mine". Hank growled, pushing you on the desk, bending you over. Your round ass in his view. Your tight skirt made your ass perfect.

Wack. Wack. Hank slapped your left ass cheek with his palm. Rubbing the stinging away.

"Daddy". You whimpered.

"No use for that now, baby girl. Daddy's going to make sure you know that you're just mine". You heard Hank unbuckled his belt and then his zipper. You sucked on your bottom lip waiting for what's next to come.

Taking your hand you searched along Hanks desk for his drawer for a condom. Lucky your memory remembered where it was.

"Here, put this on". You turned back handing Hank the condom.

"Not today, sweetheart. Daddys going make sure you're daddy's forever". He slapped your ass, and hiked up your skirt around your hips.

"Hank, no. I'm not on birth control, you mad man". You giggled as you wiggled around. Hank chuckled, licked his hand and rubbed his cock. He pulled your panties to the side and slid through your slit. Nudging your clit with the tip of his cock.

This made your eyes roll and your hips buck. Guiding his cock to your entrance. Easily slipping in.

"Mmmmm". You moaned as he filled you up, stretching your walls.

"You're so tight for, daddy. Such a good girl you are". Hank began thrusting, his hips smashed into your ass.

"That's it, Daddy. Harder". You cried out when Hank pounded your g-spot. You felt yourself near your first orgasm. Hank growled as he felt you start to clench around him.

"Come on daddy's cock, baby girl. Fuck yourself on it". Hank stood still and let you do all the work for your first orgasm. You pushed back on his, hard. Taking him all the way down and back off again. Your hands held onto the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood.

"Fuck". You scream, your legs trembled below you.  Letting out a shaky breath, Hank took over and went full force. Not giving you a breather.

"Damn that was the sexiest thing I've seen you do today. Only my cock can make you do that. Mine". Hank grabbed your shoulders and thrusted deep up into you. Your eyes rolled again, jaw dropped as he drilled into you with such animal instinct.

"Shit". Hank cursed under his breath as he thrusted long deep strides. He was close to his breaking point.

"You ready for me to make you a mommy". It wasn't a question more like Hank was doing it and you weren't going to protest. Your eyes grew wide and you put your hand on his chest.

"Don't do it". You laughed. Thinking he wasn't serious.

"I'm cumming". He grunted, bucking his hips deep inside you spilling his seed.

"Hank"? You gasped pushing him out of you. You bolted for the tissues and started wiping his cum out of you.

"I thought you were going to pull out"? You asked with a huff.

"I wasn't playing. You're mine and I'm going to make sure of that". He said pulling his pants up.

"By getting me pregnant? Are you seriously that jealous of Adam"? You threw away your tissues and pulled down your skirt. Fixing your lips and clothes.

"I'm not jealous". He said sternly, taking a seat in his chair catching his breath.

"Really now? You just risked a pregnancy over that jealousy". You came up to him and sat down in his lap. Hank wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.

"I'm not jealous".

"Whatever you say there, Mr. Voight". You kissed his head and got up from his lap. Heading to the door. "Adam's not my type. I prefer daddy". You smirked.

Hank chuckled. "So you're on birth control, right"?

"No, I wasn't joking about that. So we'll see in a couple weeks". You sent him a wink and exited the office. Hoping Adam didnt hear it but if he did then cats out of the bag.

Hank sat at his desk with a smile on his face. Maybe a baby was a good thing.  You wouldnt have time to play couple with Adam.

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Snowed in (FINAL)

Once the ambulance got to Y/N's house hank let her go and called the team then rode with them to the hospital as the team started working the case

Y/N got out of surgery and Will walked up to Hank who had his head in his hand

"Hank" will said causing him to look up

"She was touch and go for a while but she's okay we had to put her in a medically induced coma because the bullet was too close to her spinal cord and it's too risky for her to move" he then stated and Hank just nodded

"Can I see her" he simply said and will nodded showing him to her room

"Try talking to her" will stated before walking away

Hank slowly walked into the room, he just got her and he wasn't ready to lose her so he sat next to her and held her hand

Hank looked up at her she had tubes breathing for her, wires and iv's all over, it made his heart ache

Three weeks later

Hank had stayed with Y/N the whole time he only left when someone else from the team came to stay with her but even then he was back no less than 4 hours later to sit with her

The team found the guy who did it about 3 days after Y/N was shot and she still hadn't waken up yet so now the team were all sitting around her bed in her room

With people from 51 and Ned stopping by every chance they got

Most of the team were asleep it was nearly 3 AM Hanks as awake talking with Al and Antonio when Antonio seen Y/N's eyes flutter which caused him to sit up more and grab her hand Hank seen this and looked to see her starting to wake up

Al ran out the room and came back with will and April

Y/N started coughing because of the tube in her through

"Hey hun breath for me we're gonna get that out of you" April said calmly as will ushered everyone but hank out of the room

Y/N coughed as April pulled the tube out and then came the questions

"Y/N can you hear me" will asked shining a light into her eyes and as the team slowly started coming back into the room

"Ja, kann ich etwas Wasser bekommen?" (Yes, can I get some water) She said horsely

"Y/N" will asked

"Welcher" (what) she said

"Y/N" Kim said

"Kannst du Englisch sprechen?" She asked y/n looked confused

"Du sprichst Deutsch" (your speaking German) Kim said after a minute

"Translation please" Adam said after everyone just stood and watched

"She's speaking German, I remember she once said her and all her brothers went to German preschool" Kim said and Y/N nodded

"Ich wusste nicht, dass ich Deutsch sprechen kann" said Y/N "Kim Wasser" Y/N added

"Oh sorry" she said moving to grab Y/n water

"Since when did she learn to speak German" Adam asked

"She didn't she knows French and polish I know German" Kim said handing the cup to Y/N

"Danke" (thanks) Y/N said

"Alright well this is normal this can happen after general anesthesia it does go away after a few hours maybe days, Y/N try to get some rest, everyone else out" Will said as he moved out the room

Everyone said goodbye and Hank stayed behind

"You scared me" Hank said and he saw as her face softened y/n had went to talk but then remembered she was speaking German and motioned for something

"What" Hank asked

"Der Kugelschreiber" (pen) she said causing hank to start laughing cause it was basically gibberish

"Go to sleep I'm not going any where" he said as she glared at him then smiled

He kissed the top of her head and pulled his chair closer to her

He held her hand while she slept

A few days later

Y/N had been sleeping all day she was exhausted and the team were all there being them selves as usual

Adam and Jay were arguing about some this and it woke Y/N up

"Shut the hell up" Y/N said

"Sorry" Adam and Jay said looking back at her twice before everyone pipped up

"Y/N" Hank said

"What" she said

"I'll get will" Jay said

After a minute jay walked in with Will

"Y/N do you know where you are" Will asked

"Yes now would you get that dumbass light outta my face" she said swatting his hand away

"Okay she's back to normal" Kim said causing everyone to smile

"Alright I think we can discharge you tonight if you would like" Will said

"God yes they are starting to piss me off" Y/N said sitting up causing everyone to laugh

"Okay well I'll let you get dressed and start getting everything set for you to go" Will said smiling then walked out with everyone else

Y/N dressed in black leggings a grey tank top and pulled her favorite sweat shirt on over her tank top once she was finished she sat on the bed and pulled on her socks and avoided her shoes for now

Once she was done she heard a knock on the door

"Come in" she called and in walked Will and Hank

"Looks like everything is set and you can go home" Will stated as he pushed a wheel chair into the room

"Is that nessacceary" y/n complained

"Yep" he said as she huffed and as hank helped her into the chair

Hank and y/n walked/wheeled out of the hospital together

"Hey you can stay with me Iv you want" he said as they got to his car and y/n simply just nodded as she got i it the car

As they drove back to Hank place it started to snow and hank watched as y/n smiled

He brought his hand over the (thing in the middle of the driver and passenger seat idk wtf it's called) and grabbed her hand they held hand for the whole car ride and when they got back to hank place he helped her inside and brought her bag in

"We can go sometime this week to grab some of your clothes" hank said as he sat next to her on the couch he seen she was hesitant before nodding

"Hey" he said gently tilting her head to look at him

"I promise I won't let anything else happen to you" he said before leaning down and kissing her slowly ( I said 🥺... I'm sorry TikTok jokes)

Hank felt as she started kissing back then as she shifted to be sat straddling his lap the kiss got heated, fast

Hank let his hands roam her body before resting on her waist just above her ass they pulled away longing for air

Hank pulled her closer to him and she laid her head on his shoulder and moved so that she was sitting on his lap

They stayed like this for the rest of the night and she loved it

A month later

Y/N was back at work and happier than ever she had an amazing group of friends and amazing boyfriend and a wonderfully eventful job but over all she was finally happy

The end

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The firefighter and the cop

Chapter 2: Un secret

(This part will follow a bit on Chicago PD Season 1 Episode 10: At Least It’s Justice)

Chapter 1

It has been a few months that I slowly adapt to my new life in Chicago, and I kinda enjoy my life there. Everyone in firehouse 51 has called me -thanks to Hermann- Swiss, and again I like it. We were called as there was a car collision, the boys and I arrive at the scene and assess the situation. I see Atwater reassuring an elderly woman, I am next to Severide and we approach the vehicle where there was another driver in there.

“Old lady plows her boat through an intersection, and she’s the only one without a scratch.” My colleague commented, I shook my head and went into work mode. I look at the guy.

“Hey, sit tight we’re going to get you out of there.” Kelly explains, as I carefully observe the victim. I notice that he seemed a bit panic maybe, shaking my head I stood next to Kelly as he uses the spreader to open the door, one of the firefighters force open the door and I help to pull it out. I notice the guy moving out, and my colleague tries to tell him to sit down, but he punches him. I try to use my right leg to make him fall, but it fails and he ran away. Kelly called out to stop him, and I wanted to chase him but I know he’ll be too far away. I turn back around and I ask my coworker if he is okay, I soon hear Atwater and Burgess asking us to open the trunk, I grab a crowbar and use all my force to open it.

I gasp and took a step back. “What the…” I mumble in surprise, Burgess approach me and lead me away from whatever I saw. “You okay? I saw that you tried to stop him.” I nod my head at Kim, still wrapping my head about seeing a torso in the trunk of a car.

I only thought this could only happen in movies, Kim left as Kelly approach me and ask the same thing. “I’m fine, just had a feeling this guy might be up to something.” I reply not looking in front of Kelly, as he nods his head. “Don’t worry, Voight and his team will stop him.” I nod my head, staring at the car crash that now has a police sign and turns into a crime scene investigation.

We arrive back at Firehouse 51, Leslie and Gabby approach me. “Hey Swiss, you okay?” I slowly felt a bit frustrated, I can understand they worrying but I just want to forget it. “I’m fine, but please tell the guys not to ask me again if I am fine. I certainly do not want to remember it.”

Leslie nods her head and changes the subject quickly, normally I would explode in anger but I know they were worried and I prefer to stay calm and try to explain the situation. I hear someone calling out my name, turning around I see Kelly along with Erin and I see Voight there as well. “Swiss, they found someone, intelligence wants you and me to identify him.” I nod my head, before I can ask if I can come alone Voight speak up. “You can come with me, Erin will bring Kelly to PD.” I let out a small ‘okay’. I went to the lockers and get myself to change into my normal clothes, a black long-sleeve shirt with a red fake leather jacket and dark blue jeans. I wear a small pendant and left Firehouse 51.

“They told me about what happened, you okay?” I mentally rolled my eyes at Voight question, we were in the car going to the Police department. “For the love of, I am fine. Hank, it’s just...I don’t know...scary...I only thought that this could only happen in movies.” I glance out the window, feeling a bit awkward about my mini outburst. “Has this never happened in Geneva?” I let a small chuckle. “No, the only time I remember where. Police officers would arrest drunk drivers, I think murderers as well, but the swiss media has always covered it some. Except, I wasn’t technically there at the scene. So, I don’t know what to say.” I explain, and I kinda felt a bit frustrated not to know how I should felt, I felt a bit afraid but the feeling I feel the most is frustration. I feel it because I think it’s due I could have stop this guy, he murdered and chop off a person. Instead, I let him get away.

“Don’t worry, we’ll stop this guy. I understand you feel frustrated. But I ask you not to go on your own and be a cop, your a firefighter remember that I am glad that you are safe.” Hank said not even with anger but worry and I felt it kinda pull my heart, for the few months Hank and I met each other occasionally, but we haven’t officiated if we are dating or not. There were a few moments, I did ask myself if we are dating.

“I won’t, besides I don’t want to worry you, Hank.” He nods his head with a gentle smile and kept driving. “So, they kept calling you Swiss, why’s that?” I chuckle, as Hank is curious about the nickname. “Blame Hermann, he thought that since I am from Switzerland, it would be fun to nickname me Swiss. I like it.” I explain to Hank the story, with a small grin thankful that we change the subject.

“By the way, um Hank do you wish we see each other tonight or tomorrow evening? I don’t have a shift tomorrow.” I ask him curiously, while a bit nervous. Of course, we see each other a few times, but it would be with his teammates, and I kinda hope that he would notice that I wanted to say ‘date’.

I bit my lip nervously and look away, I didn’t notice Hank looking at me with a small smile. “Of course, I know a good place we can go to quietly.”

I exhale and made a wide grin, and without thinking, I said out loud. “Then it’s a date…”

I almost turn pale when I realize what I said, and before I can say anything Hank lets out a chuckle and smile at me. “Yeah, it’s a date.” I lost words, and I look out the window feeling myself blushing bright red.

We arrive at the Police Department, I walk side with Hank and I see a woman with grey hair talking on the phone. She nods at Hank and glances at me. I show her a small smile, she reminds me of a good friend of mine. She would not care what others think and would speak her mind, even some of my old firehouse in Geneva would like or hate her. I miss her though.

I follow Hank knowing he wants me and Kelly to identify the killer.

We were in the glass room, where Gabby’s brother Dawson I think is interrogating the ‘killer’. “It’s not him, the guy is more muscular and a bit taller.” Kelly nods his head, agreeing with me. Erin walks in and starts talking, about the guy who is not the killer, I notice Kelly checking out Erin. I sent him a smirk, where he hid his chuckles not wanting two police officers to know what is funny.

“Mind for you two to take a look at a couple of mugshots?” We both nod our heads, I then decide to ask Erin for the bathroom and mouth to Kelly ‘ask her’.

After being in the bathroom for ten minutes, I walk out and see both Kelly and Erin talking, when they notice me, Erin brings us to a room where they showed us pictures of prisoners.

I stop and recognize the suspected killer from one of the photographs. When Erin asks us, I point to the picture. “That guy.”

“That’s the guy we pulled out of the car.” Kelly added agreeing with me, a girl explains about the killer. Both Kelly and I slowly leave as the other officers are leaving to find him, but I noticed something in Kelly’s hand. I chuckle and shook my head. “What?” He notices my grin. “Your gonna try to ask Erin out are you?” Kelly lets out a small chuckle. “Nope, just going to try and bring back her stuff.” I smirk, as we walk down the stairs and see the woman talking with the other officers, not in the mood. “Who’s that?” Kelly looks at who I am referring to, and smile. “That’s Sergeant Trudy Platt, she’s...nice.”

“Then I should meet her another time, she reminds me of my friend.” We were both out of the district as Kelly looks at me as if I was crazy. “Woah, wait a sec, you have a friend in Switzerland that acts like THE Trudy Platt?” I let out a small laugh, while Kelly looks at me as if I grew two heads. “Yep, you know everyone in my old firehouse either tolerates or not liking her, but she considers me as a very close friend.” I explain, Kelly laugh. We both went our separate ways, I walk back to my apartment, which I thankfully found. It is not far from Firehouse 51, and I got a good price from the landlord.

The guys helped me with the move, and I manage to get my late brother’s car to come here a black 1969 Ford Mustang Fastback. My brother loves cars and motorcycles, he sadly passed away, and in his will, he gifts me his car. Even mentioning not to change anything in the car. The only thing he changed was the radio, as he comments about having music. I miss him.

My apartment has two bedrooms, a converge living/kitchen/dining area, along with a bathroom. I live on the fourth floor, I arrive there and set my jacket on the coat rack. Heaving out a small sight, and check the time.

I sent Hank an SMS informing the date and time.

To: Hank

From: (Y/N)

I’m back home safe and sound, I’ll see you tomorrow around eight. I hope everything is okay, catch that guy.

Can’t wait for our date.

😉

(Y/N)

I set the phone down, and I went to the bathroom wanting to leave out all of today’s stress.

(Timeskip to tomorrow)

I decide to wear a black dress that is up to my knees and let my hair down. I wear my pendant, which is the shape of a small teardrop decorated with blue and red small crystals. I put on my red lipstick, I told the others that tonight I won’t join them at Molly’s. I hear my phone vibrate, and check a new message from Hank.

To: (Y/N)

From: Hank

I’ll pick you up at your place, will be there in ten minutes.

Hank

I smile, and check myself out in the mirror, nodding my head, I grab my red fake leather jacket and my small purse. And wore small black heel shoes. I grab my phone and keys, locking my door.

When I got out of the door, I see Hank leaning in his SUV, and I almost caught my breath, he was wearing a white sleeve button-up shirt, with black pants with a black leather jacket. I walk towards Hank, as he seems frozen for a minute. “You look…” I smile and said confidently. “Sexy, shall we?” He nods his head, as he opens the passenger side, I slide in and thanking Hank.

We arrive on the other side of town, finding an interesting restaurant that looks a bit expensive. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I look at Hank. “Hank, how did you?” He smiles, and gets out of the car, and helps me out when he reaches the passenger side. “I know the owner, and he kinda owes me. Saved him and his family, and told me that I am welcome to come by.”

We approach the receptionist, she eyed me, and Hank and before she can comment I cut her off. “I’m sorry, but it’s not your place to say if I am too young to date someone like him.” Surprise, she then switches to a smile and apologizes. “I’m sorry, name?” She asks politely, Hank tells his name, and she brought us to a room that isn’t too crowded. “Enjoy your meal, and your date.” She said to us politely, I gave her a small smile, and she left. I glance at Hank, where he smiles at me. Looking into his eyes, it seems we were talking with each other.

“How do you like Chicago so far?” Hank asks, I smile at him. “I love it here, plus when I am off, I can drive off in my car and visit Papy and Mamie when I am off of shift.” I tell him, Hank chuckles. “Papy, Mamie, is it french or nicknames for your grandparents?” I nod my head.

“Yeah, while growing up, my mom’s family is partially swiss german, so my parents taught us that on my father’s side we say Papy and Mamie but for my mother’s side it would be Oma and Opa.”

A waiter came and smiles at Hank. “Evening Hank, I guess this is your date? It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hank here saved my family. Hank whatever you order, it’s on the house. No arguments, I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you.” I smile and find Hank attractive as he grins at the waiter/owner of the restaurant. Feeling my heart beat faster, he served us wine.

“Cheers, for our date...and hope we can continue more…” I said with a flirty smile, he smiles back. “Cheers. (Y/N), there is one thing you should promise.” I sip my wine and nod my head knowing where he is getting at.

“No one should know about this, Platt and Al have already figured it out. They won’t say anything, but I don’t want anyone to know we are dating. Do you promise?” I put my hand on top of his, and smile at him. “I promise Hank.” He smiles at me, and decide to give a small kiss on the back of my hand, sending me goosebumps and a shiver.

We start to order and enjoy our evening together, as I kept looking at Hank with a small smile…

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You're trying to be more silent than ever in your life, checking for the fifth time the hour on your phone. Outside, Chicago is still submerged under the cold night but you have to go first to your house to take a shower and change your clothes. Putting on the black dress you were wearing, before Hank took it off in a tipsy state, you pick up your things in your bag making sure you don't forget anything. Yesterday was an intensive day for the two of you and you drank too much. That's how you ended up tangled in his sheets.

Grabbing your jacket and your shoes, you step out from his room, leaving the door almost closed. You don't want to wake him up, aware that it's his day off and that he doesn't have any necessity to get up at six in the morning. So, taking so much care walking downstairs, you abandon the house putting on your shoes once on the porch. The fresh air of November fills up your lungs, alleviating somehow the strong headache hitting your whole anatomy.

Driving back to your house, enjoy how emptied are the streets at this point of the day, you can't take off from your mind the fact that you have fucked one of your bosses. Technically, he's not directly, because you're just another cop in the 21st District and he runs the Intelligence Unit. But if he needs you on a mission, he turns automatically into your boss. Anyhow, you're fucked up if someone figures out what has happened. And it's not only about that, but about the feelings you have for him. You don't talk about love, but about something else than just a physical attraction.

Shaking your head as you reach your house, sooner than expected, you hold your bag and your jacket with a hand ready to use the free one to grab your keys.

“(Y/L/N)! You're late”.

Only. One. Minute. It's seven in the morning and one damn minute and Platt is already complaining, as your partner is next to the main desk waiting for you to patrol the district. Running faster than ever to the locker room, you place your bag inside your blue compartment, to wear over the uniform the body armor and your badge. You haven't even had time to drink a coffee and you need it like air to continue living right now. Hurry, but a little sleepy yet, you step out from the police station zipping your jacket to finally start your shift.

And of course, you can't stop thinking about Hank. About what he will think when he wakes up alone in his bed. Will he call you? Will he text you? Will he say something to you tomorrow, when he returns to work? Finding your heart racing and somekind of anxiety in your chest, you have to shake your head slightly. It's not possible that you're really falling in love after a one-night stand with that man. He was good. Pretty good, you're not going to deny it. But love? That's a big deal.

“Hey, you okay?” Ashton inquires, bringing you back to reality.

Nodding with your lips pressed, you raise up your eyes from your trembling hands to the front, rubbing them against your thighs.

“You disappeared early last night from Molly's”. Turning the corner, keeping a low pace while he drives, you try to find an excuse.

I went to another bar because I wanted to be alone and ended up being fucked by Hank Voight might be a little rude.

“I was tired… you know, long day”. Nervously laughing, you just shrug your shoulders.

The morning continues uneventfully, being allowed to be back to the police station after three hours of shift, to have a break of twenty minutes. You don't know how it has been possible for you to survive without any caffeine in your organism. But you could kill anyone right now, if they stop you on your way to the common lounge to have a cup of black coffee that gives you life every day.

You can't help but gasp closing your eyes as soon as the aroma fills up your lungs, but your wrist is grabbed by another hand coming behind you, when you're about to drink a sip. Putting away the mug from your fingers, Hank rests his waist against the counter with a serious and upset grimace installed on his face. He offers you a large white cup of take-away coffee that smells like heaven.

“Colombian coffee, from the best cafeteria in Chicago”.

His raspy voice gives you some shivers, feeling your cheeks burning ashamed. But when you are about to grab it, his hand goes back some inches.

“It's the first and the last time you leave my bed without waking me up”. He demands then, knowing that he isn't joking. “You hear me?”

“Loud and clear”.

That's everything you're able to utter, taking the cup to have a long sip. The hot liquid warms your whole body, falling down your throat and flooding your stomach. Hank takes the advantage to pull down a little the black turtle neck covering your skin, to check triumphantly that the bruise he drew last night is still there. A fleeting smile curves his mouth, just for one second, before leaning forward and kissing you. A soft touch enough to taste the coffee impregnated on your lips.

“I like it more now”. He whispers, keeping his eyes glued on yours.

“(Y/L/N), are you ready? Platt has given me anot— whoa, sorry”. Ashton stops his tracks with a hand on the doorknob.

Luckily, Hank has been faster, pulling himself away before your partner could see anything.

“Don't fuck it up again, okay?” He asks pointing at you with his forefinger.

Just nodding, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“Johnson”. The greet comes from his mouth as he turns around, before leaving the common room, watching him walk straight upstairs to his office.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh? Yeah, yeah! Don't worry. Let's see what Platt has for us now”.

Muddle through as fast as you can, you don't even give him the chance to ask from where you have got that coffee, passing him away with one of his brows raised up confused and curious at the same time.

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After the case you were working with Jay was over you headed back to the station. As you were coming up the stairs, you saw a woman in Hanks office. She was extremely talkative and flirty. You havent seen her around before so you crept up to his door. Making sure not to be seen. But then she turned around and you gasped at who it was.

"It's going to be a pleasure working with you Sergeant Voight. I'm sure we'll get along wonderfully". Her sultry voice turned your stomach.  Hank chuckled with a blush. You narrowed your eyes at him with a growl.

"I best be going. You have a wonderful night, Hank". She smirked and grabbed her bag.  You panicked and hid under the desk.

Hank walked her out and cleared his throat as she left. He sighed and shook his head.

When he went back into his office,  you got up and headed to his office.

"May I come in"? You asked leaning on the door frame. 

"Of course. How was the case"? He replied, taking his a seat at his desk.

"Finished. Caught the guy. So what did Superintendent Miller want"? You waited for him to tell the truth. But..

"To bust my balls. Telling me how things have changed and I need to change with them or I'm going to lose my unit". 

"Oh really? That's not exactly what I heard. More like flirting".

Hank twitched in his seat. "She wasn't".

"Really? She complemented your work relationship. She flirted the hell out of you with her voice and her body language said it all. She wants you".

Hank rubbed his temple. "Listen Y/N, I'm with you. No one else and especially not Samantha".

"Oh she's Samantha now". You clicked your tongue.

"That's not what I meant. Y/N, I love you. I'm with you. You dont have to worry about my faithfulness".

"Okay.  But if she so much as touches you, I will take this badge off and whoop her ass". You said sternly. Hank chuckled.

"Fine. But that's not going to happen".

"Then dont give her a reason to flirt and try to make a move".

"I won't. Dont worry. I'm yours and only". Hank pecked your lips. You felt like you weren't so sure about this but you trusted Hank.

A few weeks later.

"Sergeant Voight, may I talk to you"? Superintendent Miller came be bopping in with her high heels and her super mini skirt.

You eyed her as she walked past you heading into Voights office. Hank gazed at you and you gave him a death glare before he went in.

"The pencil would like to live to see another day". Adams voice brought you out of your murdering mind.

"What"?

"You're squeezing that pencil pretty hard. You okay"?

"Yeah, just have to protect my territory". You said before walking off.

"What does that mean"? Adam sat there confused.

You sat at Jay's desk, pretending to work with him but kept a eye on Hank.

Miller was sitting on the edge of Hanks desk, with her legs crossed in his direction. Hank stood against the wall with his arms crossed, a blank stare on his face.

"What can I do for you"? Hank said emotionless.

"Well, I came to tell you that I see my recommendation are working. Everyone and everything is working smoothly. You're becoming part of the change". She smirked looking Hank up and down.

"They chose the change not me. I'm still doing what I have to do, to keep my city safe and my unit".

"Well, whatever you're doing great, we should celebrate. How about you and I go out for drinks"?

"I dont socialize outside of work".

"Rain check then. Maybe dinner? It can be work related. We can talk about your unit and maybe adding or taking someone away? Hmm"?

"You're not firing any of my team". Hank was defensive.

"We'll talk about it over dinner tonight then. Eight o'clock". She said, grabbing her purse and giving him a wink.

You watched them, Hank was a robot until the end. She must have really said something to piss him off. As she came out she had a grin on her face that you just wanted to smack off. You headed into Hanks office and closed the door.

"What happened"? You stood there with your arms crossed.

"She wants to have dinner". Hank had his face in his hands.

"Excuse me? Did you just say dinner"?

"She wants to let someone go from the unit. My gut tells me it's you.  She knows about us and I think that's why shes doing this".

"Then let her fire me but you are not going".

"If I don't then she will".

"What happens if you go on her date and she fires me then wants you to go home with her? What then"?

"I'm loyal to you. You dont have to worry about that. I just cant let you go". Hank sighed as he sat back.

"Then I quit. There you dont have to go on her date".

"It's not that simple".

"Fine. Before you go on your little date. You come by my house and get your shit. We're done". You scoffed, jerked the door opened then slammed it. Going straight to your desk getting your stuff and going home.

Hank sat in his office not talking to anyone until it was time to go home. He didnt want to see anyone cause they're going to say the same thing he's thinking. He's made a stupid mistake and should go after you.

Hank drove around town before coming to your place. He didnt want this to end like this. It wasn't going to end.

"Y/N, it's me". Hank said before knocking on the door.

When you opened the door, Hanks jaw dropped to the ground. All you were in was a button down shirt of his and it was partly opened. Showing your breast.

"Come in". You sucked on your bottom lip as Hank walked in.

"We need to talk. I don't". Hank started off but you cut him off by putting your index finger to his lips.

"Shhh, baby. It wasn't ever over. I just had to get you here all alone and keep you here til morning". You smirked bashfully.

"You're so my girl". Hank growled, picking you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You attacked his neck with your lips, making sure to mark him up extra good for tomorrow. He slammed the door with his foot and made his way to the bed.

You made sure that everyone knew Hank was yours and only yours. The hickeys and the little photo you took and sent to Superintendent Samantha Miller made sure of that.

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The stab took you by surprise. You didn't see it coming. Patrolling the streets on foot in broad daylight. You were distracted talking with your partner about going to Molly's after finishing your shift.

Then, you felt the cold blade trespassing your blue shirt and ripping your skin and being sunk deep inside your guts. Before twisting it to cause you a worse damage.

Your body went into shock as the blood drew out of your body, falling down without being able to hold yourself from your partner.

Trying to not close your eyes, feeling life abandoning your chest, the voices around calling for an ambulance became farther and farther, until you couldn't hear anything.

Voight and you broke up, after almost two years of relationship because of some trouble you had with him through the fault of Justin, but you never changed your emergency contact.

So, he was the first person to be called from the hospital.

When he came, you were still in the surgery. And the doctors didn't know how much it was going to take them in.

Hank decided to catch your attacker in the meantime, after the situation drove himself insane waiting for less than five minutes without being able to do anything for you. Just being able to walk in the waiting room from one side to another, like a locked lion.

And of course he caught him. One hour after, the man was handcuffed inside the cage of the Intelligence Unit.

Hank used him as a boxing bag, the ten minutes Platt let him to be alone with your attacker.

When the cops came to pick him up and saw that he was bleeding all around, Hank just claimed that he fell down the stairs.

But there weren't any stairs.

The first thing you feel, as you wake up slowly, is a hand tightly holding yours.

Using your free one to take off the tubes stuck in your nose, you move your head to the right over the pillow.

The mattress sinks close to your body, a second before that a pair of rough lips are pressed on your forehead.

You're disorientated, opening your eyelids to find Hank's crystal eyes.

You can't help but show him a fleeting smile, watching him lying by your side to wrap your body with his arms, carefully to not rip off any other tube from your wrist and chest.

“What happened…?” You whisper with a dry tone of voice, because of the lack of wetness in your throat, coughing inevitably.

“Shh… don't worry about that now, baby. It's okay, I took care of it. I will take care of you”.

After three days in the hospital, Will discharges you, trusting in Voight's words.

He's not going to leave you again.

He has asked for a couple days else to be with you at his house.

He has prepared consciousness every corner of his house and he has already gone to yours to pack enough clothes and other things you can need.

Hank's attention is twenty four hours on you, being sure that you take your meds, that you're comfy on the sofa, that you have your favorite snacks and your favorite drinks.

He blames himself.

The 21st District is the most secure in Chicago, in reality. But when you two broke up, you asked for a transfer to the 9th.

This wouldn't have happened if you would have stayed in his district.

You have heard him crying in the bathroom, in the middle of the night, waking you up.

Dragging your feet over the cold floor, pressing a hand against your side when you receive a lash of pain after the effort of getting up, you step out from the room to cross the hallway and place your ear against the door. The sorrow installed in your chest, being aware that he thinks this is his fault, you can't help but push the wood with your other hand.

Hank stands up as soon as he sees you, clearing his tears with the back of his fingers to pretend that he wasn't really crying. He's about to say something when you interrupt him, leaning on your tiptoes to reach his lips with yours. He doesn't move at first, but it takes him only one second to surround your body with his arms.

Your lips move in sync, spreading all the tenderness you can feel for each other. It doesn't matter how many months have passed, you still feel the same love that united you one day. And without breaking the kiss, he squats enough to grab your legs and lift you up, urging you to put them around his waist. You don't utter a single word, placing your hands on the back of his head as you slowly deepen the kiss by sliding your tongue in his cavity to find his.

“I love you… I've never taken you off from my head. I've been thinking of you every single second of my days, since you left”. His throaty voice leads on your lips like a soft and gentle touch, lying you down carefully back on his bed. Your bed. “I don't want anything in my life, but you. Only you. And I'm sorry for all the things I said, for all the shit I did to you, because you didn't deserve it”.

Keeping you embraced between his arms, against his chest, Hank spreads dearly and sloppy kisses all around your face. Taking his time. No rush. His thumb caresses your cheek, while he rests his head over the pillow. Nose against nose.

“Let me take care of you. Stay with me, please”.

Closing your eyes, you just nod getting comfier sinking your face into his neck. You have missed him, you can't lie and say that he hasn't been your first and your last thought after waking up every morning and before going to sleep every night.

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You're trying to be more silent than ever in your life, checking for the fifth time the hour on your phone. Outside, Chicago is still submerged under the cold night but you have to go first to your house to take a shower and change your clothes. Putting on the black dress you were wearing, before Hank took it off in a tipsy state, you pick up your things in your bag making sure you don't forget anything. Yesterday was an intensive day for the two of you and you drank too much. That's how you ended up tangled in his sheets.

Grabbing your jacket and your shoes, you step out from his room, leaving the door almost closed. You don't want to wake him up, aware that it's his day off and that he doesn't have any necessity to get up at six in the morning. So, taking so much care walking downstairs, you abandon the house putting on your shoes once on the porch. The fresh air of November fills up your lungs, alleviating somehow the strong headache hitting your whole anatomy.

Driving back to your house, enjoy how emptied are the streets at this point of the day, you can't take off from your mind the fact that you have fucked one of your bosses. Technically, he's not directly, because you're just another cop in the 21st District and he runs the Intelligence Unit. But if he needs you on a mission, he turns automatically into your boss. Anyhow, you're fucked up if someone figures out what has happened. And it's not only about that, but about the feelings you have for him. You don't talk about love, but about something else than just a physical attraction.

Shaking your head as you reach your house, sooner than expected, you hold your bag and your jacket with a hand ready to use the free one to grab your keys.

“(Y/L/N)! You're late”.

Only. One. Minute. It's seven in the morning and one damn minute and Platt is already complaining, as your partner is next to the main desk waiting for you to patrol the district. Running faster than ever to the locker room, you place your bag inside your blue compartment, to wear over the uniform the body armor and your badge. You haven't even had time to drink a coffee and you need it like air to continue living right now. Hurry, but a little sleepy yet, you step out from the police station zipping your jacket to finally start your shift.

And of course, you can't stop thinking about Hank. About what he will think when he wakes up alone in his bed. Will he call you? Will he text you? Will he say something to you tomorrow, when he returns to work? Finding your heart racing and somekind of anxiety in your chest, you have to shake your head slightly. It's not possible that you're really falling in love after a one-night stand with that man. He was good. Pretty good, you're not going to deny it. But love? That's a big deal.

“Hey, you okay?” Ashton inquires, bringing you back to reality.

Nodding with your lips pressed, you raise up your eyes from your trembling hands to the front, rubbing them against your thighs.

“You disappeared early last night from Molly's”. Turning the corner, keeping a low pace while he drives, you try to find an excuse.

I went to another bar because I wanted to be alone and ended up being fucked by Hank Voight might be a little rude.

“I was tired… you know, long day”. Nervously laughing, you just shrug your shoulders.

The morning continues uneventfully, being allowed to be back to the police station after three hours of shift, to have a break of twenty minutes. You don't know how it has been possible for you to survive without any caffeine in your organism. But you could kill anyone right now, if they stop you on your way to the common lounge to have a cup of black coffee that gives you life every day.

You can't help but gasp closing your eyes as soon as the aroma fills up your lungs, but your wrist is grabbed by another hand coming behind you, when you're about to drink a sip. Putting away the mug from your fingers, Hank rests his waist against the counter with a serious and upset grimace installed on his face. He offers you a large white cup of take-away coffee that smells like heaven.

“Colombian coffee, from the best cafeteria in Chicago”.

His raspy voice gives you some shivers, feeling your cheeks burning ashamed. But when you are about to grab it, his hand goes back some inches.

“It's the first and the last time you leave my bed without waking me up”. He demands then, knowing that he isn't joking. “You hear me?”

“Loud and clear”.

That's everything you're able to utter, taking the cup to have a long sip. The hot liquid warms your whole body, falling down your throat and flooding your stomach. Hank takes the advantage to pull down a little the black turtle neck covering your skin, to check triumphantly that the bruise he drew last night is still there. A fleeting smile curves his mouth, just for one second, before leaning forward and kissing you. A soft touch enough to taste the coffee impregnated on your lips.

“I like it more now”. He whispers, keeping his eyes glued on yours.

“(Y/L/N), are you ready? Platt has given me anot— whoa, sorry”. Ashton stops his tracks with a hand on the doorknob.

Luckily, Hank has been faster, pulling himself away before your partner could see anything.

“Don't fuck it up again, okay?” He asks pointing at you with his forefinger.

Just nodding, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“Johnson”. The greet comes from his mouth as he turns around, before leaving the common room, watching him walk straight upstairs to his office.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh? Yeah, yeah! Don't worry. Let's see what Platt has for us now”.

Muddle through as fast as you can, you don't even give him the chance to ask from where you have got that coffee, passing him away with one of his brows raised up confused and curious at the same time.

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Is It To Late To Apologize?

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"You're never around, I feel like I'm just wasting my time on our nonexistening relationship". The truth spewed from your lips as Hank watched you pace the floor. He sighed and got comfortable in his chair.

"So what do you want me to do"? He cleared his throat.

"I want you to try and be there. When you come home, I want to feel like I'm not alone. I want you to try and love me. Not just say you do. There's a difference". It was like talking to a brick wall when it came to your relationship with Hank.

"I have to much on my mind for this shit. Can we talk about this later"? Hank pushed out of his chair and started to walk out the door.

"You leave now. I wont be here when you get back". You threatened.

"You do what you got to do". Was all he said before closing the door.

You gasped at the coldness that was in Hanks voice. Did he even love you? Was there any real reason for you to stay? Your mind raced from all the questions you had.

Needing to lie down, you went up stairs and into the bedroom you shared with Hank.

As you neared the bed the door closed behind you. Turning around you let out a blood curdling scream.

"Scream all you want bitch". The intruder chuckled as he lunged towards you.

You dodged his arms and fidgeted with the door handle as you watched the intruder get to his feet.

The door opened and you bolted down the hall, getting to the top of the stairs, you were grabbed by your hair and pulled back into the room. You hit and punched at the man's arm as his hand went over your mouth.

You had a strange feeling take over you, a sleepy feeling. Then everything went dark and your body limp.

Next thing you knew, you woke up to a white board with picture of you, Hank and the unit with their family and friends.

You tried to get loose but your hands were tied behind your back and a gag over your mouth.

Panic set in when you saw that you were in an abandoned building. No one was going to hear you if you could scream. This was definitely not the way you saw your death.

"Well hello there". The voice made you jump as their boots hit the floor.

"I hope you like the place, because it will be the last thing you see besides me taking your last breath". He got right in your face and ripped your gag off.

You knew to stay quiet, not wanting to make him mad or make him hurt you.

"Do you know why you're here"? He asked turning his back to you and looking at the white board.

"No". You whispered out, your lips quivered.

"Hank Voight".

"What does he have to do with me"? You gulped down your tears. Trying not to show fear.

"You're dating him. You were in his house".

"Not anymore. We broke up so I assure you that he doesnt care about me and you're wasting your time. You wont get anything from him".

"See, I dont want anything from him. I want him. He killed my father and I'm going to make sure he suffers like my father did". He growled.

"Then why kidnap me? He wont come for me. You're better off just going to the station and getting him". This made him laugh to himself.

"You think I'm stupid, don't you"? He back handed you across the face. You didnt say anything.

"Let's make a call shall we"? He pulled out his phone and put it on speaker.

"You make a peep, I'll slit your fucking throat". He snapped. You nodded your head.

"Hello"? Hanks voice was a relief to hear.

"Sergeant Hank Voight"?

"Yeah, who's this"?

"We'll be introduced soon, but have you seen that pretty little thing you call Y/N/N"?

"Who is this"? You heard Hank get distraught when he mentioned you.

"She is a lovely girl. I see why you're with her". He smirked when he took his thumb and raked it over your cheek.

"You lay one fucking finger on her, I'll kill you". Hank warned.

"To late". With that the kidnapper ended the call, stuffing the phone back into his pocket.

"You lied, he does still care about you". That landed you another back hand to the face. You whimpered, this one stung worse than the first one and you tasted blood.

"Now we wait". He walked away.

Hank got Mouse to try and trace the call  but it wasn't long enough to get a exact signal.

"Try her phone, she had it in her back pocket when I left her". Hank told Mouse as he typed on the computer.

"Her phone signal is at the building they're about to destroy today. I walked by there on my way to work this morning". Mouse informed Hank.

"What time was the destruction"?

"3 pm. You have forty five minutes to get there. All they have to do is click a button". Mouse sighed as he warned Hank while he ran down the stairs.

Hank floored the gas while dodging cars and stop lights. He wasn't going to let you get hurt because of him.

Hank hit the break as he pulled up to the building, he jumped out and ran up the steps. The door was ajar and he tiptoed in. He saw the wires for the explosives running along the floor.

Above him he heard boots hitting the floor so he dashed up the stairs and walked right into the lions den.

"Voight, you came". The kidnapper hand his hand around your throat as he backed away from Hank when he stepped closer. A gun pointed at Hank.

"Let her go. She has nothing to do with this. Take me".

"I want you to suffer the way I did when you gunned down my father. I want you to watch as I hurt her then while she lays there slowly dying in her own blood she will watch me take your life. It will be a beautiful moment for us all". He chuckled with evilness.

"Son, you dont want to do this. I'm sorry about your father but I had no choice".

"Everyone has a choice". He pulled the trigger, missing Hank by a inch from the head. You let out scream.

"Please, let her go. Just let her leave and then you can do whatever to me". 

"That's a really nice offer but I like my plan better". Just when he was about to pull the trigger directly on Hank a bullet came through the window and hit the kidnapper in the head, right between the eyes.

Letting out a scream you ran to Hank, he held you tight. He picked you up and carried you out of the building. Just in time too. The construction workers were already setting up.

The unit got the construction workers to hault their work and went inside to check the place out.

Hank rushed you to the standby ambulance. He made them check you over completely.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I shouldnt have done what I did. It wasn't right to you. I'm sorry". Hank took your hand in his.

"I'm sorry too. Maybe I pressured you into committing to soon. We moved in fast and things might have gone further than we wanted".

"I wanted you to move in. I want a life with you. I just suck at this thing called love. I'm not a affection person and I dont know how to tell you that I really love you and I want you to be with me". Hank sighed with a frown.

"You just showed me. I knew that you were this hard brick wall that would stand through anything and you just showed me that you cared about me. You saved me. You would have given your life for me and that's love. Thank you but let's not do this again". This made Hank chuckle.

"So, are we still together"? He asked.

"Oh yeah. I wasn't going to leave. I couldn't.  I loved you to much".

"I love you too. I really mean it". You caressed his face, giving him a peck to the lips.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

I miss Hank Voight. Could we get some angst ?

"Please...(Y/N) please don't do this..." Hank begged, his voice hoarse from the thick tears brimming his blurry vision. His throat was dry and crying out for some hydration, but the chief wasn't even thinking about going to the kitchen and pour himself a cup of water.

His eyes were focused on you, holding the last suitcase in your hand while your tears already had cascaded down your face. You didn’t care about the smudged makeup as you wished for this gut wrenching heartbreak and anger to subside.

"I have to end this..." you snifflef and avoided Hank's painful gaze. He couldn't describe how his heart was being torn to pieces. He thought that he had done a great job in loving you. That you wouldn't even think about packing your bags and leave the keys to your shared home after being together for 4 years...

But he was wrong.

"I-I'll quit. I'll retire, anything to make you happy again, (Y/N)...", your heart ached in your chest as you shook your head and took a deep, shaky breath.

"But that won't keep you happy Hank". His gaze dropped to the floor once your words left our mouth. It was nothing but the truth. His job was the reasom you were leaving: you knew that he'd be a very busy man but not once had you thought that it would get to a point where you wouldn't see your partner in several days. Or him finally coming home but with gunshot wounds and bruises covering your body. Your happiness started to decrease and before you knew it, it was non existent.

There were no more date nights, walks through the parks and neighbourhoods, no more cooking or cuddling together. You had stopped having sex months ago because Hank was either too exhausted or busy taking down a whole drug cartel or criminal gang to either try to reduce yoursex life or react to your seduction attemps. All efforts on his behalf stopped while yours increased for a long time.

But you eventually hit rock bottom.

"I know you Hank. Quitting your job in order to keep me happy won't make you happy so I won't even make you consider that idea. It's for the best..." you whispered, feeling nauseous from the pain soaring through your chest. You didn’t want to leave him and the relationship but the two of you just weren't meant to be. You couldn't stay in a dysfunctional relationship where only one person made an effort in keeping it alive.

"I'm so sorry Hank..." you whispered and stepped forward, pressing your lips one last time against his to savour the feeling and taste of them. You'd never forget the love you once had for this man, he'd always have a place in your heart.

Once you pulled away, you turned around and left your once shared home, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks...

[phantomtrashbag]

Dude... Really?

Ruzek!Sister x Reader

Soo.... I suck right but this was requested and I really hope you like it.

Ruzek!sister x Voight

It’d been about a month or two after first meeting Hank, we had spent a lot of time together and I really enjoyed being with him. Always a stoic man but he had a little soft spot for me, and he somehow made time for me no matter how crazy his day had been.

He was really like no other man I had dated previously, only problem being the whole he’s my brother’s boss thing. We hadn’t even told Adam about it. We figured we’d wait and see how things went first. Other than that- I was on cloud nine.

Hank had decided to come over for dinner that evening, he was all wound up from work when he got to my apartment, but that was nothing new.

He sat on the couch as he started to relax, I came up behind him to rub his shoulders for a moment before leaning down to give him a kiss on his cheek. He smiled a little bit at the attention, watching me as I came around to sit next to him.

“I missed you.” He said quietly as he held my hand, tracing the lines of my palm with his fingers. He’d been a little busy for the past couple days, of course I missed him but his job and his team needed him, and this was what I signed up for. It was alright, but I was glad he was there now.

“I missed you too,” I smiled as he bit his lip quietly. Hank wasn’t much of a talker and I was fine with that- neither was I. I just liked to appreciate his presence.

He smiled back warmly as he reached to put his arm around me and pull me closer, and I laid my head against his chest.

“You’re really warm,” I muttered, resting my hand on his belly. Hank twirled my hair in his fingers as he loved on me while watching the tv, we’d watch anything but the news.

I blushed a little when a sex scene came up on the tv, turning my face away and burying it in Hank’s chest to cover up how rosy my cheeks had turned. He laughed at the act, knowing I’d been a little shy about sex.

He ruffled my hair, kissing the top of my head. “Cmon sweetheart it’s okay” he chuckled. I looked up at him, giggling a little bit myself.

The moment grew quiet and he still stared at me, he looked at me like he was trying to memorize every little detail and all I could do was stare back. Like he was looking right through me.

He bit his lip, leaning his head down a bit so that his forehead leaned against mine. His free hand was brought up to rest against my jaw, his thumb gently tracing over my cheek, whispering “You know, I’m a very lucky man.”

We sat caught in the silence of that moment, I didn’t want to move and ruin it so I stayed frozen in place. I just wanted that moment to last as he planted a kiss on my lips. The way he held me there, the way he touched me I didn’t want him to let me go.

The moment he pulled away I pulled him back into another kiss, this one a little heavier, a little breathier than the last. When we pulled away I had this evil grin on my face, I bit my lip and Hank seemed a little surprised.

He raised his eyebrows as he tried to read my face,” You wanna...?” He questioned.

I nodded quickly, moving to straddle his lap as I spoke and gripping his shoulders to steady myself. “I’m ready baby, I want you.”

His eyes darkened, reaching up to grab a hand full of my hair as he returned to kissing me. It didn’t really hurt, but I knew he was in control. His lips left mine, traveling across my jaw and down my neck, eliciting a small moan as he found just the right spot.

His free hand roamed all over me, until I choked out a small “Hank baby please”. I just wanted him. On me.. in me. He smirked, moving his hands to hold me steady as he picked me up, my legs locked around his waist.

“Be good sweetheart, let’s take this to the bedroom” he whispered while I kissed at him and nibbled on his ear.

He nudged the door open, laying me down on the bed gently. He actually took a bit of care to not just throw me onto the bed. This was the first time I had been this intimate with a man in a long time, Hank knew this and I suppose he wanted to show me he knew how special that made the whole thing.

Before I knew it he was kneeling between my legs, I pulled his shirt off over his head. By then I was already halfway stripped and Hank was ogling at the lacey pale blue bra and panty set I had on.

Before I had a second to undress him any further he pushed me back, and pulling my panties off of me. To my surprise before I could move Hank pushed me so that I was laying back completely, and he wrapped his arms around each of my legs to hold them in place. He was slow and methodical, kissing down the inside of my thighs and just teasing enough to illicit a small whine from me.

Then all at once he ducked his head in between my thighs, working me over with his tongue. To say Hank was good at oral would be an understatement.

He hummed with contentment at my whimpers,”Gah...fuck baby that feels so good.” As I squirmed beneath his touch.

He took his time working me over, letting a free hand travel up to squeeze mine.

After this he leaned back on his knees, standing for just a second to relieve himself of his pants and boxers.

The second he freed himself from his remaining clothing my eyes grew wide, realizing that his cock was *that* big. I bit my lip as I grinned at him, he climbed on top of me but paused for just a moment.

“You’re ready for this?” He asked as he lined himself up with my entrance. I nodded , if there was anyone I wanted this with it was him. With one clean motion he thrust into me, he filled me up so well.

His thrusts into me were shallow at first, his breath heavy in my ear as he began to thrust deeper and deeper into me. I mewled his name, my legs wrapped around him to let him slam into me as deep as was possible. My nails scratched down his back the harder he slammed into me. “That’s right baby, Scratch my back... God you feel so good...” He grunted.

The pleasure he gave me was amazing, he’d transformed me into a soaked and moaning mess beneath him and I was loving every moment of it. I grew closer to the edge and as I did Hank’s thrusts got sloppier and more forceful.

He kept eye contact with me as we both neared our highs, I kept looking for him to give me some indication that I could cum. Finally when I felt like I was about to explode he nodded, pulling me into a kiss as I felt his cum spill inside me.

When we finally pulled away I grinned up at him, allowing him to fall beside me. “That was...”

“Wonderful” I finished his thought.

He smiled and pulled me into him, “yeah. Wonderful baby.”

He kissed the top of my head and pulled a blanket over us.

“I want you to be comfy,” he said.

We laid there for a while, kind of just enjoying each other’s touch before there was a knock at my door.

“Who the hell could that be?” Hank looked concerned

“You weren’t expecting someone?”

I shook my head no, and then came another knock at the door.

Hank got up, throwing some pants on and grabbing his gun before heading to the door.

“Wait here.” he instructed.

I’m not very good at following instructions though. I threw on a nightgown laying on the back of a chair and tried to lean my head around the corner to see who was at the door.

“Ruzek? What the hell are you doing here?” I heard Hank ask. Oh hell, Adam was here.

“Boss? What-what are you doing here? Why is your shirt off? Wait..” Adam sat with his mouth agape when I made my way to the door.

“Fucking seriously? You’re here screwing my little sister? Dude I thought you had more respect than that what the fu-“

“Adam shut the hell up and get your ass inside.” Hank commanded as he yanked him in the apartment.

“Boss seriously what the fuck? That’s my sister.” Adam kept raising his voice and I backed up, my anxiety beginning to be obvious.

“Adam, calm down. You wanna talk we can talk but you sitting here acting like a jackass is scaring her.” Hank’s voice was deep and you could tell he wasn’t playing games. I chewed on my lower lip, trying to keep my distance.

Hank took Adam and sat him on the couch, “Look, Adam. Your sister and I we’ve had a thing going for just a little while and we wanted to wait to tell you. Adam, she’s a special girl and you know I would never hurt her, but she’s an adult and she can choose who she wants to be with. And who she wants to be with right now is me. That’s something you’ve got to accept.” He said in a calm but stern voice.

Adam went to object but Hank stopped him to continue,” Adam, I’ll treat her right man.”

Adam looked back at me then at Hank.

“I’m not happy about this you know. At least... at least with you I know she’s safe I guess. Plus I know you and you know what I’d do if you ever laid a hand on her-“

“Adam, I know, I would never. I care about her too much for that... wait what were you even over here for anyways?”

Adam laughed, “I was gonna ask her if she was up for a blind date with one of

My buddies, guess that’s out of the question now.”

I laughed to myself a little bit before speaking up, “so... are we all okay now?”

Adam nodded and Hank motioned to me, “Yeah we’re okay sweetheart, c’mere.” I came to sit next to Hank and lay my head against his shoulder.

“We’re all good now, kid.” Adam assured.

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“Hey, it’s… it’s Y/N, you might not remember-” you started shakily as the man on the other end of the line interrupted you.

“I remember Y/N, it’s good to hear from you,” he said sincerely and you sobbed silently, grateful.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about calling, I know it’s late,” you fumbled, taking a breath to calm yourself.

“I was awake. Are you okay?” He asked, calm yet concerned as he listened to your uneven breathing on the other end of the line.

“No,” you shook your head to your self, wiping your cheek as a tear slipped down, “I need your help,” you got out.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you held your breath in anticipation. It had been years since Hank Voight had given you his card, and you weren’t even sure this would still be his number, let alone that he would still help you, but you had no one else to turn to, no where else to go.

“Tell me what you need,” he said with conviction. So you did.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: Final Beat Down

Gif credit @jayhasltud

Requested on wattpad

Hope you all enjoy it

WARNING: ABUSE, ASSAULT, ATTEMPTED RAPE. THREATENING WITH A GUN. TRIGGER WARNING. CAUTION WHEN READING.

He did it again. This time it was one of the worst. Your eye was swollen shut, your ribs were broken. The wheezing told you that. A lung was punctured, probably. He couldn't control himself. You had to get out, just had too. So you went to the only place that you felt safe.

"Y/N, come in". Hank didnt even have to ask why you were there, he just let you in.

"Take off those wet clothes, I'll get you some dry ones". Hank hurried along to his room. You stood in the hall, shivering as you took the wet clothes off. Your body ached with every movement that you made. Biting your lip to stop you from sobbing.

Hank returned with a towel and some clothes. He held up the towel as you got dressed.

"I'll put on some coffee". He sighed as he saw the bruises on your arms and legs. You followed him to the kitchen.

"What was it this time"?

"The same". You whispered as you sat down at the table.

"You need to leave him. You dont deserve what this son of a bitch is doing to you". Hank slammed the kettle down on the stove. He heard you whimper. "Sorry".

"I know. I just can't. I dont know how".

"I'll talk with some people and get you into a womans shelter".

"He'll find me. Then he'll  do worse. I may not survive it then".

Hank shook his head as he grabbed two coffee cups and sat them on the table, he pour the coffee into cup. You wrapped your hands around the mug and took in the heat.

"You need to see a doctor".

"No I'm good".

"It wasn't a question. You need to get checked out. I'll call Will". Hank went to the house phone and got on it. You didnt want to drag anyone else into the mix but you were in serious pain. So much pain that you were struggling not to pass out.

Will arrived in a matter of minutes along with Jay. Hank let Will use his bedroom to check you over. It was a painful process. Every touch sent shock waves of pain through your body. Will bandaged you up and gave you some pain meds to help you sleep. Before he even left you were out.

"How is she"? Hank met Will at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well. A few broken ribs, a punctured lung. Busted lip, a fractured eye socket, luckily he didnt damage her eye. She has bruises up and down her legs and arms. Hand prints around her wrist and throat. Mark's on her back that look like it came from a belt. Right now she's lucky it wasn't worse than this. She needs to get out".

"I've told her that many of times".

"This happened more than once"? Will asked shocked.

"Third time this week".

"Hank, get her out or you'll be trying to solve her murder".

"I know who did it but she wouldn't press charges on him. I've tried to get her to".

"Then you have a girl that doesnt want help". Will frowned as he walked past Hank and out the door.

"If you need anything just call". Jay told Hank.

"Yeah. Thanks". Hank shut the door and blew out a breath he was holding. He went to the couch and sat there thinking.. Soon he drifted off to sleep.

The morning came, Hank was up and ready for work. He didnt want to disturb you so he let you sleep in but when he went up to check on you before he went off to work you weren't there. You hand went out the window, he didnt know why. Figure you were scared to face him or to ashamed but he knew where you were and that you'd be seeing him again.

During Hanks shift he tried not to think about you or your situation but you were on his mind. He called you three, four times. You never answered so after work he was going to stop by your place unannounced. Maybe that boyfriend of yours would be there, but he wouldn't do anything in front of Hank. He was to big of a coward to hurt you with Hank around.

"Hey Jay, I'm going to head out early. I have to stop somewhere". Hank told Jay while he put on his jacket. It was still raining out.

"Okay. You need back-up"? Jay already knew where he was headed. Hank might be a mystery to all but when he really cares about someone his guard is down.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine. Just stay by a phone just in case". Hank chuckled as he walked out the back, heading to his car. He left at the right moment.

"You stupid fucking bitch". Your boyfriend threw you into the wall with such force your shoulder dislocated.

"I'm sorry". You whimpered as you moved your arm, cowering in the corner of the kitchen.

"Then you shouldn't make me mad. I do so much for you and you give no thanks. That's what makes me mad". He jerked you up by your shoulders which hurt like a bitch.

"You're going to give me what I want or else". He threatened with a growl.

"You lay another damn finger on her, your brains will splatter this kitchen. Now put her down easy and step away". Hank had his gun pointed at the back of your abusive boyfriends head. Your boyfriend was nervous, the sweat beads rolling down his forehead. He let you down easy and stepped away from you.

Hank bent down to help you up, you hissed as your arm moved. "You okay"?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just go".

"You're coming with me. Even if you dont press charges. You're leaving".

"She isnt going anywhere. That bitch owes me".

"You open you fucking mouth one more time, I'll put a bullet in it". Hank gripped the trigger on his gun. Just waiting for him to be stupid.

"I'll go with you Hank".

Hank smiled and wrapped his arm around you, leading you out. Then something stupid happened.

"She ain't going to open her legs for you either old man. You can save her all you want". Your ex boyfriend laughed, sticking up his middle finger.

Hank didnt think he quickly turned around and broke his middle finger. Of course he screamed out like a drama queen.

"I told you what would happen if you opened your mouth again, now didnt I"? Hank took the butt of the gun and smashed into your ex's mouth. He screamed in agony. Spitting out a few teeth.

"Thats for opening your mouth". Hank put his gun in his holster. Balled up his fist and punched him square in the nose. Then just released hell on him. Kicking and punching.  Stomping on his ribs and his broken finger. You were actually enjoying the sight. You didn't know it would have been this great of a feeling to see someone else have complete control over him, like he did once on you.

"Hank". You quietly spoke getting his attention also you didnt want him to kill him.

"One second". Hank told you. He reached behind him getting his cuffs. "Your under arrest for assault on a police officer". Hank jerk him over to his stomach and put the handcuffs on tightly.

"I didn't do shit". Your ex cried out.

Hank pulled him up by his ear, your ex was covered in blood. Hanks hands were covered.

"Call the station and ask for Jay". Hank asked of you. You nodded and went to your phone. Seeing that Hank called and texted you moments before he arrived. You called the station and Jay didn't ask any questions. He was on his way.

"You okay"? You came over to Hank as Jay loaded up your ex, hitting his head on the door as he was thrown in the back seat.

"Yeah. Let's got to my place and get cleaned up. Your house is a crime scene right now". Hank chuckled as he laid his on your back.

"Thank you for saving me, Hank. I know now I should have left long ago. I was just scared". You tell him as he cleaned your wounds with peroxide.

"Y/N, I know you were scared but you have me. I wouldn't hurt you.  I would have done my best to protect you. You deserve much better than him".

"Someone like you".

"Yeah, someone like me".

"It wasnt a question, Hank. You. You have been there for me when I needed help and when I couldn't think straight. I trust you more than anyone. You take better care of me than I do".

"You deserve to be cared for. Y/N, you're an amazing woman and you dont give yourself credit for that".

You smiled wide as you leaned into Hank. The smell of him made you go mad. "I like you Mr. Voight". You licked your lips as you looked down at his.

"I like you too". Hank let out a slow breath and then attached his lips to yours. Tge kiss was deep and soft. From the looks and personality of Hank you thought he'd be rough but no. He was so gently. Looks can be deceiving.

"Will you, you know"? You blushed as he looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say the words.

"Will I"?

"Will you be my first and show me what love really is"? You whispered softly.

"I will never hurt you". Hank picked you up carefully, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he carried you to his room.

Hank laid you gently on the bed, laying beside you, kissing your lips. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and sure that this is what you wanted. He never wanted to make you feel unsafe with him.

As the night progressed, Hank showed you what it was like to be loved by someone that actually cared about you. Not just using you.  To love and cherish you. To make you feel wanted and the desire that Hank has for you. Something that you've never felt until you are with Hank.

[jasonbeghefan]

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: Final Beat Down

Gif credit @jayhasltud

Requested on wattpad

Hope you all enjoy it

WARNING: ABUSE, ASSAULT, ATTEMPTED RAPE. THREATENING WITH A GUN. TRIGGER WARNING. CAUTION WHEN READING.

He did it again. This time it was one of the worst. Your eye was swollen shut, your ribs were broken. The wheezing told you that. A lung was punctured, probably. He couldn't control himself. You had to get out, just had too. So you went to the only place that you felt safe.

"Y/N, come in". Hank didnt even have to ask why you were there, he just let you in.

"Take off those wet clothes, I'll get you some dry ones". Hank hurried along to his room. You stood in the hall, shivering as you took the wet clothes off. Your body ached with every movement that you made. Biting your lip to stop you from sobbing.

Hank returned with a towel and some clothes. He held up the towel as you got dressed.

"I'll put on some coffee". He sighed as he saw the bruises on your arms and legs. You followed him to the kitchen.

"What was it this time"?

"The same". You whispered as you sat down at the table.

"You need to leave him. You dont deserve what this son of a bitch is doing to you". Hank slammed the kettle down on the stove. He heard you whimper. "Sorry".

"I know. I just can't. I dont know how".

"I'll talk with some people and get you into a womans shelter".

"He'll find me. Then he'll  do worse. I may not survive it then".

Hank shook his head as he grabbed two coffee cups and sat them on the table, he pour the coffee into cup. You wrapped your hands around the mug and took in the heat.

"You need to see a doctor".

"No I'm good".

"It wasn't a question. You need to get checked out. I'll call Will". Hank went to the house phone and got on it. You didnt want to drag anyone else into the mix but you were in serious pain. So much pain that you were struggling not to pass out.

Will arrived in a matter of minutes along with Jay. Hank let Will use his bedroom to check you over. It was a painful process. Every touch sent shock waves of pain through your body. Will bandaged you up and gave you some pain meds to help you sleep. Before he even left you were out.

"How is she"? Hank met Will at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well. A few broken ribs, a punctured lung. Busted lip, a fractured eye socket, luckily he didnt damage her eye. She has bruises up and down her legs and arms. Hand prints around her wrist and throat. Mark's on her back that look like it came from a belt. Right now she's lucky it wasn't worse than this. She needs to get out".

"I've told her that many of times".

"This happened more than once"? Will asked shocked.

"Third time this week".

"Hank, get her out or you'll be trying to solve her murder".

"I know who did it but she wouldn't press charges on him. I've tried to get her to".

"Then you have a girl that doesnt want help". Will frowned as he walked past Hank and out the door.

"If you need anything just call". Jay told Hank.

"Yeah. Thanks". Hank shut the door and blew out a breath he was holding. He went to the couch and sat there thinking.. Soon he drifted off to sleep.

The morning came, Hank was up and ready for work. He didnt want to disturb you so he let you sleep in but when he went up to check on you before he went off to work you weren't there. You hand went out the window, he didnt know why. Figure you were scared to face him or to ashamed but he knew where you were and that you'd be seeing him again.

During Hanks shift he tried not to think about you or your situation but you were on his mind. He called you three, four times. You never answered so after work he was going to stop by your place unannounced. Maybe that boyfriend of yours would be there, but he wouldn't do anything in front of Hank. He was to big of a coward to hurt you with Hank around.

"Hey Jay, I'm going to head out early. I have to stop somewhere". Hank told Jay while he put on his jacket. It was still raining out.

"Okay. You need back-up"? Jay already knew where he was headed. Hank might be a mystery to all but when he really cares about someone his guard is down.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine. Just stay by a phone just in case". Hank chuckled as he walked out the back, heading to his car. He left at the right moment.

"You stupid fucking bitch". Your boyfriend threw you into the wall with such force your shoulder dislocated.

"I'm sorry". You whimpered as you moved your arm, cowering in the corner of the kitchen.

"Then you shouldn't make me mad. I do so much for you and you give no thanks. That's what makes me mad". He jerked you up by your shoulders which hurt like a bitch.

"You're going to give me what I want or else". He threatened with a growl.

"You lay another damn finger on her, your brains will splatter this kitchen. Now put her down easy and step away". Hank had his gun pointed at the back of your abusive boyfriends head. Your boyfriend was nervous, the sweat beads rolling down his forehead. He let you down easy and stepped away from you.

Hank bent down to help you up, you hissed as your arm moved. "You okay"?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just go".

"You're coming with me. Even if you dont press charges. You're leaving".

"She isnt going anywhere. That bitch owes me".

"You open you fucking mouth one more time, I'll put a bullet in it". Hank gripped the trigger on his gun. Just waiting for him to be stupid.

"I'll go with you Hank".

Hank smiled and wrapped his arm around you, leading you out. Then something stupid happened.

"She ain't going to open her legs for you either old man. You can save her all you want". Your ex boyfriend laughed, sticking up his middle finger.

Hank didnt think he quickly turned around and broke his middle finger. Of course he screamed out like a drama queen.

"I told you what would happen if you opened your mouth again, now didnt I"? Hank took the butt of the gun and smashed into your ex's mouth. He screamed in agony. Spitting out a few teeth.

"Thats for opening your mouth". Hank put his gun in his holster. Balled up his fist and punched him square in the nose. Then just released hell on him. Kicking and punching.  Stomping on his ribs and his broken finger. You were actually enjoying the sight. You didn't know it would have been this great of a feeling to see someone else have complete control over him, like he did once on you.

"Hank". You quietly spoke getting his attention also you didnt want him to kill him.

"One second". Hank told you. He reached behind him getting his cuffs. "Your under arrest for assault on a police officer". Hank jerk him over to his stomach and put the handcuffs on tightly.

"I didn't do shit". Your ex cried out.

Hank pulled him up by his ear, your ex was covered in blood. Hanks hands were covered.

"Call the station and ask for Jay". Hank asked of you. You nodded and went to your phone. Seeing that Hank called and texted you moments before he arrived. You called the station and Jay didn't ask any questions. He was on his way.

"You okay"? You came over to Hank as Jay loaded up your ex, hitting his head on the door as he was thrown in the back seat.

"Yeah. Let's got to my place and get cleaned up. Your house is a crime scene right now". Hank chuckled as he laid his on your back.

"Thank you for saving me, Hank. I know now I should have left long ago. I was just scared". You tell him as he cleaned your wounds with peroxide.

"Y/N, I know you were scared but you have me. I wouldn't hurt you.  I would have done my best to protect you. You deserve much better than him".

"Someone like you".

"Yeah, someone like me".

"It wasnt a question, Hank. You. You have been there for me when I needed help and when I couldn't think straight. I trust you more than anyone. You take better care of me than I do".

"You deserve to be cared for. Y/N, you're an amazing woman and you dont give yourself credit for that".

You smiled wide as you leaned into Hank. The smell of him made you go mad. "I like you Mr. Voight". You licked your lips as you looked down at his.

"I like you too". Hank let out a slow breath and then attached his lips to yours. Tge kiss was deep and soft. From the looks and personality of Hank you thought he'd be rough but no. He was so gently. Looks can be deceiving.

"Will you, you know"? You blushed as he looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say the words.

"Will I"?

"Will you be my first and show me what love really is"? You whispered softly.

"I will never hurt you". Hank picked you up carefully, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he carried you to his room.

Hank laid you gently on the bed, laying beside you, kissing your lips. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and sure that this is what you wanted. He never wanted to make you feel unsafe with him.

As the night progressed, Hank showed you what it was like to be loved by someone that actually cared about you. Not just using you.  To love and cherish you. To make you feel wanted and the desire that Hank has for you. Something that you've never felt until you are with Hank.