#dragonsmadeofdiamonds

[thefvrious]

@dragonsmadeofdiamonds​ said -->  AMY finds LUKE with someone following them.

It had been a long day, far too long for Luke, and he wanted more than anything to just go home and relax. He left the Tsavo police department shortly after 3 am, not noticing the person several paces behind him as he was busy sending a text message to his son about when he would arrive home. He was about to turn a corner when someone he did not know jumped into his arms. Luke dropped his phone in catching the person who had so unceremoniously thrown themselves at him. “Um...” He began, confusedly but polite and smiling all the same. “Do I know you?”

[mirrcrxball]

new starter for @dragonsmadeofdiamonds

Will knew it was irrational. He knew that just because something like what he saw happened out there in the world didn’t mean it had happened to him. Didn’t mean it had happened to Amy. But he couldn’t help but to be terrified about the possibility. So when he arrived home, Will’s heart was hammering in his chest and his anxiety at an all time high. 

“Babe? Babe, are you here?” He asked, walking inside and letting the door close behind him, feeling his knees buckle when he saw Amy and immediately moving towards them. “Oh, thank god.”

[mirrcrxball-archived]

@dragonsmadeofdiamonds sent: [ text ] I’m so drunk and just cried about how you don’t live here -- omg Amy to Will

[text: Amy] Oh, you poor baby!  [text: Amy] Are you making sure to drink water and get some food in you?

[thetroublewithhim]

Christmas starter (closed starter)

@dragonsmadeofdiamonds Fitz had asked the locals where the gayest place in town could be. Gay meaning to Fitz the description for happy. He had been pointed to the very colourful rainbow panted nightclub. it certainly did seam to be a very happy place, so much glitter, cheering and everyone was kissing each other. The young stranger was certainly out of place with his Christmas jumper and Santa hat. He stood by the bar and was asked what he wanted. Fitz smiled and leaned in "I'm trying to raise Christmas cheer" he grinned from ear to ear to the bar tenders confusion.

[retroactiive]

@dragonsmadeofdiamonds​ asked : “ i think you deserve someone who sees you ” - from amy to amari

“ you know what? you’re right? fuck that guy. he doesn’t deserve me. it’s his loss. i’m fucking hot and there are other fish in the sea, “ amari exclaims, looking towards their friend with a smile slowly replacing the angry scowl they had been sporting just earlier in their conversation. being stood up after a fight was the last straw for amari and they weren’t going to take this kind of treatment anymore. amy was right. in every way imaginable. amari reaches out both of their hands to warmly wrap around her shoulders and then they grinned wildly. “ you and me. let’s go out tonight and paint the town red. get drunk. find some cute boys. help me forget about that asshole. nothing better to help forget an ex than some good sex. “ 

[prodigalsonmalcolm]

Trust and forgiveness. Malcolm and Amy. (closed starter)

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"No, no, NO" Malcolm threw his hands up in the air as his boss Gil placed a hand on Malcolm's shoulder to calm him down and keep him out of trouble. Malcolm knew it was almost inventible that the local cops would get there before Major crimes would but it still annoyed him. Cops were clumsy, they didn't care about preserving the crime scene and around it, they never showed the victims respect and they had a ruthless brutish way of working. It annoyed Malcolm, his annoyance with Cops and the way they worked was one of the reasons he was forced out of the FBI. Wearing a blue suit with a purple tie, white shirt and brown boots he slipped under the police line and let his boss explain that he was a consultant and not some mad man off of the street. They didn't get a lot of information before coming to the scene, he was so used to turning up to examine a body but there didn't seam to be one. They were at the back of a club, Malcolm looked up at the building and saw the sign above the door instantly recognising it making him take in a sharp breath and look around with a slightly panicked look to see if there was anyone he recognised. "Where's the victim?" he asked and followed the pointed finger and grunt towards the steps. Malcolm approached slowly trying to take in what the presumably straight white cis cop was asking the victim. Shaking his head he felt his blood boil as he heard the cop use the word "Sir" and say "Are you sure?" making Malcolm roll his eyes. "Excuse me, can you just go stand over there, don't say or touch anything" he instructed the cop he was not amused by Malcolm's antics. Malcolm watched the cop move away and gestured for the rest of the cops to follow. Malcolm pulled up his trousers a little and crouched down in squat. He wouldn't be surprised if the victim had completely shut down by now, he knew he would have. "Hey, my names Malcolm Bright, he/him, I'm a profiler for the NYPD Major Crimes Unit. Do you mind if I ask your name? Pronouns?" he spoke softly, his crystal blue eyes focused on the victim, searching for a sign of trust and forgiveness for the other cops thoughtless actions.

[long-gone-dream]

@dragonsmadeofdiamonds

Making an appearance in a restaurant wasn’t something out of the normal for Max, but including a date to the event was very abnormal. He considered himself quite ineligible when it came to bachelors in the city. Business meetings and dinners alone were mostly his forte, not women and attempting banter. The change would be refreshing he hoped, something to take his mind off of work for a change. She seemed nice, the woman in the photo he’d sent messages to. Looking down at the phone in his hand, as if he was waiting on her to cancel, he was reminded of what had driven him there in the first place. His mother, in her infinite wisdom, had insulted him yet again for living his life so lonely. As little as they spoke, the older woman and himself, she thought she knew everything about his life so clearly. Maddox sighed down at the messages, finding no excuse from the woman at all. If she were to show up, which was still something he didn’t feel confident in, then the night would go splendidly. Maya seemed like exactly the sort of woman he would break his dating hiatus for. She was both beautiful and seemed thoroughly intelligent, something he required to be even slightly interested in pursuing something beyond a first date.

He forced the phone into the pocket of his slacks, giving him no excuse to look around the dining area to see if maybe she had arrived yet. He was early, as always. Fifteen minutes was long enough to sit at a lovely table with a view, order a bottle of white and red wine, and encourage himself to be brave in the face of something so uncommon. He breathed through his nose a sigh before beginning to slide out of his suit jacket, the navy fabric having nearly driven him into a sweat out of nervousness. A man who controlled a company was nervous to meet a young woman who’d been nothing but kind thus far. Mostly, he was afraid that she was another reporter or journalist looking for a story. They’d tracked him up and down the city, trying to get him to talk about his father and how he had turned that empire on its head and created his own. He draped the jacket over the back of his chair only to roll the cuffs of his shirt upward, exposing his watch so he could see what the time actually was once more. He didn’t normally fidget, but there wasn’t much else to do. He didn’t intend to order without her, or drink a drop until she arrived.

[hcartsleeved]

@dragonsmadeofdiamonds said ; ‘ protec, attac ‘ - from Revenant

send protecc atacc to save mayven from evil doers // ACCEPTING !

she had lived in new york her whole life , knew how to take care of herself , understood the DANGERS of living downtown & tonight those dangers came to light as she walked home from the metro , a man —- masked & hooded holding a gun to her , telling her to hand over her purse . ‘ okay — please don’t kill me . ’ she was tearing up , about to hand over he belongings until a tall figure came from behind the criminal , knocking the gun out of his hand & then slamming him into the ground with a mean right hook . one hit & the masked man was out like a light . she let out a huge sigh of relief , nervous laughter escaping her lips as she wipes away a mascara stained tear . ‘ holy shit . ’ she looked up to meet her knight in shining armor , ADRENALINE pulsing through her veins . ‘ shit —- sorry —- uh wow —- thank you . ’ she looked down at the limp body . ‘ sorry i’m so flustered . uh —- should we call the cops ? leave him ? I don’t know i’m not used to being in this situation . what’s the protocol ? ’ nervous rambling finally slowed as she came more aware , pointing to the mans bloodied hand . ‘ are you okay ? '