#datective

[fandomnerd14]

Abe: You’ve been through hell.

Y/N: Yeah. You too?

Abe: Yeah.

[chelseareferenced]

Second Chances (Abe x Y/N)

Spoilers for ISWM again, Mark seemed to really like making me cry with Space Part 2.

Also writing this had me crying at one point and there’s some throw back lines to Chapter 4 of my old Partner series

Y/n didn’t feel bad at all for leaving The Narrator to fight… whatever the hell that was at the window. They had a hunch that it was the thing that had pretended to be Dark and Yancy to get them to open the door but they were glad that a wormhole pulled them away.

When the world went black, white and grey Y/n first thought they had been dragged back into the noir setting that had occurred when they took Burt’s advice and popped ‘er in reverse.

That was until they heard an all too familiar voice monologuing behind them.

Y/n felt their heart almost stop and their eyes widen at the sight of the man monologuing. It was a man they knew very well, but one they had not seen in so many years.

I knew they were there. I could feel their baby grey eyes boring holes into the back of my skull like a power drill. I knew I’d have to turn around and face them eventually, it’s not every day a giant grey hole appears in the middle of your office and dumps the most beautiful and/or handsome person into… the middle of your office.

Abe Lincoln.

The Detective.

The last time they saw him was that fateful confrontation on the balcony with the Colonel. They had watched him die right before their eyes.

“Abe…?”

He tilted his head, not a single flicker of recognition in those eyes of his, eyes that they knew were brown underneath this universal noir filter.  “have we met before? I would remember a face as beautiful and/or handsome as yours…”

“Abe it’s me, come on you remember your old pal Y/n…”

Something about those words felt familiar as their voice wavered and fresh tears began to well up in their eyes “please Abe this isn’t f-funny anymore… it’s n-not a j-joke…” Memories began to pour into their head, some of them where Y/n’s and other memories seemed to be coming from other places. But all they knew was that their heart was breaking as they cried.

Abe just stood there, not really knowing what to do at the sight of this person crying in the middle of his office. They knew his name and something did seem familiar about them, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

But something was certain, he didn’t like seeing this person crying. It hurt seeing this stranger cry. It was a sharp pain. Like he had just been shot. Slowly, almost awkwardly he reached out and placed a hand on their shoulder. “Hey… are you alright?”

The second that question was asked he almost saw their form shift. They went from wearing a jumpsuit that had Captain written on it to old formal looking clothes, their eyes seemed so much older than they appeared to be. Older and exhausted. It looked like they hadn’t slept in decades, they were running on something that only Abe couldn’t see. “No… I’m not alright Abe, I’m so tired… Please remember me… I’ve looked for you and you were never there, only people who looked like you”

Their voice was hoarse from the crying but it sounded almost defeated, like whatever they had been doing to try and ‘find him’ had taken its toll after however long they had been doing it. “Listen… I may not remember who you are, but it’s clear that you need some help and some rest, I know what it’s like, to drive yourself to the brink trying to track someone die, why don’t you stay a while?”

That seemed to make them cry even more “That’s the thing though! I don’t know how long I can stay!” They held out their hand, revealing a glowing blue crystal - wait blue? Not grey? Abe shook his head a little, trying to clear his head. No it was still blue and this person was still sobbing. That was when he got a flash in his mind's eye. He was at a party… THAT party. He was talking to the Mayor and… wait…

He froze and slowly looked at the crying person standing so close to him. He took in everything about them. And he felt his heart skip a beat. It was them. It was Y/n! But it couldn’t be, he saw them die… but then again he himself had died.

Suddenly he pulled them into his arms and held them close.

“...hey partner…”

Y/n tensed up in his arms for a split second, like they couldn’t quite believe what Abe had just said. Then he slowly began to rub their back, holding them with purpose and softly shushing them to try and calm them down “I’ve got you Y/n… I remember…”

“You remember?”

“Everything… sorry it took me a while”

A watery chuckle left Y/n’s lips and they tilted their head to stare up at Abe “I’ve waited this long to find you… I think I can let that slip for once”

“What are you thinking about, partner?” Abe whispered, still holding them close and enjoying this moment of comfort and quiet.

Abe smiled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead “Glad to know I’m worth waiting for”

Y/n went quiet for a while and just listened to the sound of Abe’s heart. It was a strong and comforting sound, just like the man it belonged to. They wanted to take advantage of however long they were allowed to stay in this moment of time, just in the arms of the man they loved so much. That’s when an idea slowly began to form in their mind. Something they had noticed with the crystal was that they now had very similar powers that Wilford had, maybe just maybe they could break the story Mark had them both trapped in…

“I’m not going back Abe. I’m so tired… I just want to stay here with you”

It took a while for Y/n to calm down enough, and Abe held onto them the entire time. Eventually they wiped their eyes and Abe cupped their face in his big strong hands. “Hey… wanna go dancing? You remember Will right?”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive… Mark and Dark can kill each other for all I care, I’m done.”

A large blue flash came from their hand and Abe felt something change. Something powerful, he didn’t know anything about this Mark and Dark mess but he trusted Y/n when they said that they were staying here with him. Colour returned to the world.

Y/n laughed softly and slowly nodded, gently kissing his hands. “I hang out with him, we go dancing, if anyone is going to help you feel happier it’ll be hanging out with that pink idiot.” He stepped away and grabbed a leather jacket hanging on the door.

“I’d say I’m pretty happy already…” Y/n slowly stepped closer to Abe and looked up at him, a warmth dancing in those eyes he loved so much. He was drawn to it. Before either of them knew what was happening their arms wrapped around each other and their lips met in a gentle and sweet kiss. It felt right, nothing else mattered but being in this moment, holding onto each other and kissing.

Abe held onto Y/n gently, almost afraid that he’d open his eyes and Y/n would be gone.

Y/n on the other hand, held onto Abe like a lifeline, desperately gripping onto his shirt as emotions that had neve been spoken aloud stirred between the pair.

It didn’t matter what would happen next.

Y/n had made their choice. And choices did have consequences that was true, but sometimes those choices and consequences could lead to exactly where someone wanted to be. And for Y/n that was being here with Abe.

Sometimes good consequences are a thing.

And so is love.

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@purple-anxiety-blog @trashbunnysblog @ragingstinkingrottengay @captainsaltypear @statictay

[ask-the-da]

OH GOD RUN FOR YOUR LIVES-

Dark finna catch Misha's hands

[ask-detective-abe]

Mun: I'm gonna post angst art of my da oc without context

Cause

yeehaw

[blackaquokat]

16. With WilfordxDatective. Hear me out! I read the ‘did we date at some point?’ Short, An I’m just saying, poly goals. Feel free to not do, but plz?

Nonny, I absolutely love OT3s. It’s why I desperately want CelinexActor!MarkxDA content. I’m glad you liked that short, it was my first published sorta-OT3 fic! I have some drafted OT3s for other fandoms and original works. Anyway, hope you like this!

16. 'i thought you were dead' kiss

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It is, simultaneously, a laughing matter, and not.

In order to keep with some sense of normality in an abnormal dimension/world/whatever-it-is, Abe has tried to keep up his detective work. For all intents and purposes, he’s just a PI now, but he still calls himself a detective, and the DA still calls themself an attorney, and Wilford is just Wilford because any other title might confuse him, or send him into a nonsensical tailspin.

Private Investigator works is supposed to be relatively uneventful. Spy on cheating spouses, locate missing persons, basic surveillance, etc.

That doesn’t mean that these particular jobs are entirely safe either. Like when a a twenty-something kid wants them to keep an eye on his house in case his abusive boyfriend comes back around and, sure enough, abusive jerk-off comes back around with a goddamn gun and when Abe goes to stop him--

Bullets fly and before he can blink, the attorney has jumped in front of him. They fall into his arms, and he’s too distracted by the two bullet hole sin their abdomen to realize Wilford has somehow teleported right in front of the gun-wielding maniac and left a three-inch knife in the bastard’s chest.

Abe waits for the blood to start leaking from the wounds, the attorney struggling for breath in his arms. 

Nothing.

The wounds slowly close back up, leaving scars visible in the attorney’s ruined shirt as the only remnant.

Stunned, the attorney’s hand grabs at the injury, their breaths evening out. “What the--what in the hell--?”

Abe helps them to their feet as Wilford rejoins them, looking far too relaxed for a man who just stabbed someone in the chest. “Partner, are you--”

“I...I think so?” They’re still holding onto the bullet scars like they expect to start bleeding out all of a sudden. “I guess--mhm!

Abe is so busy relishing the fact that his partner isn’t dead that he doesn’t even realize he’s kissing the attorney until they grab his face in surprise. Then he pulls away and wonders if he’s been dreaming the last six hours.

“Oh!” Wilford’s mustache twitches into a smile. “I see! We’re celebrating a job well done!” 

Before Abe can say, No, what the hell reads ‘well done’ about this situation to you, Wilford is kissing the attorney next. The attorney stares wide-eyed for the first few seconds before shrugging and leaning into it.

Abe can only blink in utter disbelief. He knows he’s in a world that runs on very little logic, but what in the goddamn hell is happening?!

Once Wilford pulls away from the attorney, the attorney coughs and adds on, “What, Abe doesn’t get a kiss too?”

They just got shot, how are they joking?! “No, I don’t--”

“Of course, of course, can’t leave the detective out of the fun, can we?” 

Wilford kisses Abe, and is too surprised to fight back and, well, does he want to fight back? Is he enjoying this? He’s in such a state of bafflement and pumping adrenaline that he can’t really tell what’s up and down, much less if this is actually happening.

Wilford pulls away and pats Abe’s shoulder. “Well, now, we can all kiss and make merry all day, but how about we vacate before the authorities arrive and ruin the fun?”

The attorney coughs again and shoots an amused look at Abe. Apparently they only just noticed the sirens in the distance as well. “Good idea. We’ll discuss this miracle in a less red-and-blue location.”

Abe sure as hell hopes so. An amazing three-way kiss is not enough to make him forget the DA sort-of-nearly died. It’s close, very close, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t open to a repeat performance, but there are more important things to be worrying about, damn it.

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kiss prompts

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[randomshipperhere]

You ever just....

Think about how you were basically Abe's last partner. The first one who he never got to take a photo with before your inevitable doom.

And after that he never found or tried to find another partner because he blames himself for what happened in the manor. That's why we see him working on trying to find William/Wilford alone.

He probably woke up feeling so damn confused and lost. He walks down the staircase, his body still bleeding and looks at the broken mirror. And how he probably looked around the house to see if anyone stayed or to find if William hid your corpse somewhere but it wasn't there, it wasn't found anywhere. Then he swore revenge now because the man made it personal after hurting his partner. Cue the voice recording at the end of Chapter 4.

Like... that fucking hurts man.

and I just read a lot of angsty wkm fanfics so all the feels came back to me.

[koffinrott]

They’re fucking cute. Sue me.

[glitch-in-the-code]

DAtective

‘Rich Kids - [Middle Cla$$ MIX]’ by New Medicine