#travis tanner

[sh1ttymatsu]

i have a bone to pick with harvey reginald specter wdym his greedy bisexual ass gets to wake up to these faces

[rosspecter-mp4]

harvey specter is the community dick LMFAOO

[ivy-senna]

the cost of winning (part two) — harvey specter x reader

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summary she decided to be the one who sacrificed herself. harvey decided that wasn't happening.

prompt – plea deal, protective harvey, harvey punches malik, breakdown, part 2 of 2 warnings – legal threat, emotional breakdown, physical confrontation, angst with resolution 🎀 word count – ~4 note – harvey punching malik the way he punched travis tanner has been living in my head since i started this fic 😭🔥 thank you anon for this idea, hope part 2 was worth the wait 🫶

requests are open 🎀

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She'd made the decision on a Thursday morning.

Alone in her office, door closed, the city doing its indifferent thing forty floors below. She'd read the subpoena three times. She'd read the case notes twice. She'd sat with the legal reality of her situation in the quiet way she sat with all hard things — methodically, without flinching, turning it over until she understood every angle of it.

And then she'd understood.

Malik wasn't bluffing. Three years of sealed case files, client records, correspondence — he had enough to build something. Not a certainty, not a slam dunk, but enough. Enough to drag it out. Enough to make it ugly. Enough to pull Harvey into the middle of it, Mike into the middle of it, the entire firm into the middle of it, and watch the whole thing come apart from the inside.

Unless she made it stop.

A plea deal. Conspiracy to withhold information. Suspended licence, no jail time, the firm left intact. Malik had put it on the table two days ago — quietly, through intermediaries, the way he did everything — and she'd told them she needed time to consider it.

She'd considered it.

She thought about Mike, who had taken his own deal and survived it. She thought about Harvey, who had built everything he had on the back of loyalty and sacrifice and never once asked anyone to do something he wouldn't do himself. She thought about what it would cost the firm if this went to trial. What it would cost Harvey specifically — his reputation, his cases, the career that had already survived more than it should have had to.

She thought about the fact that she was a criminal defence lawyer and she knew better than anyone what Malik could do with three years of files and enough time.

She picked up the phone and called Malik's office.

She didn't tell Harvey.

Donna knew by noon.

She always knew. That was the thing about Donna — she had a system, a network, a way of knowing things that had never been fully explained and never needed to be. She'd intercepted the call log, or read something in the way the receptionist had acted, or simply looked at the closed door of Harvey's wife's office for too long and understood what it meant.

She called Harvey at twelve fourteen.

"She called Malik's office this morning," Donna said, without preamble. "She's meeting with him at two."

Harvey was very still on the other end of the line.

"She's taking the deal," Donna said quietly. "Harvey. She's going to take the plea deal."

The line was silent for exactly three seconds.

"Where," Harvey said.

She'd dressed carefully for the meeting.

Not armour exactly — she knew what armour felt like, she wore it every day in courtrooms, and this wasn't quite that. This was something else. The deliberate composure of someone who had made a decision they weren't entirely at peace with and had decided to carry it anyway. She'd done her hair. She'd chosen the grey suit. She'd looked at herself in the mirror in her office bathroom and told herself this was right and believed approximately sixty percent of it.

The conference room Malik had chosen was on the fourteenth floor of a building three blocks from the firm. Neutral ground — his choice, which told her everything about how he saw this meeting. A formality. A conclusion. Something already decided being made official.

She walked in at two o'clock exactly.

Malik was already there. Of course he was. He stood when she entered — the surface courtesy he always maintained, the politeness that was its own kind of weapon — and gestured to the chair across from him.

"Counsellor," he said. "Thank you for coming."

"Let's not waste each other's time," she said. Sat down. Put her bag on the table. Looked at him directly. "I've reviewed the terms."

"And?"

She reached into her bag for the document. Her hand was steady. She was very focused on keeping it steady.

"I have a few—"

The door opened.

She looked up.

Harvey was standing in the doorway.

She felt the blood leave her face.

He looked at her first — one long, sweeping look that took in the document in her hand and the bag on the table and the composed face she'd been holding in place for the last four hours — and something moved across his expression that was past anger, past hurt, past every controlled thing he usually managed.

Then he looked at Malik.

"We're done here," Harvey said.

Malik looked at him with the almost-smile. "Mr Specter. This is a private meeting—"

"I said we're done." Harvey crossed the room. Stopped at the table. Looked at the document in her hand. "Give me that."

"Harvey—"

"Give it to me."

She looked at him. His jaw was set, his eyes were doing the thing she'd seen once before in their hotel room and never anywhere else — the thing that was past strategy, past composure, just him, raw and certain — and she felt the decision she'd made that morning begin to crack at the edges.

She put the document on the table.

Harvey picked it up. Looked at it for exactly two seconds. Then he looked at Malik.

"You subpoenaed her files," Harvey said. His voice was very quiet. The dangerous kind of quiet. "You threatened her career. You went to her directly, alone, and pressured her into believing the only way out was to sacrifice herself." He put the document down. "And she almost let you. Because she was trying to protect me."

Malik said nothing.

"Here's what's going to happen," Harvey said. "You are going to drop this. All of it. The subpoena, the files, the case you think you're building." He leaned forward, both hands flat on the table. "Because if you don't — if you push this one more inch — I will come for you. Not the firm. Not Mike. You, personally, professionally, completely. I will find every case you've ever built on pressure instead of evidence, every time you've crossed the line between prosecution and manipulation, and I will dismantle it piece by piece until there's nothing left." A pause. The kind Harvey used like a full stop. "You don't beat me, Malik. Nobody does."

Malik looked at him. The almost-smile was gone.

"That sounds like a threat," Malik said.

"It's a promise." Harvey straightened. "And you know I keep them."

Malik was quiet for a moment. The calculation moving behind his eyes — the same calculation she'd watched him run in every room she'd seen him in. Running it now. Measuring.

"You can't protect everyone forever, Harvey—"

Harvey hit him.

It happened fast — one clean movement, the kind that had been building since the moment Donna had called at twelve fourteen, since the moment he'd walked into this room and seen the document in her hand — his fist connecting with Malik's jaw with the full force of everything he'd been managing for weeks.

Malik went back into his chair. His associate was on his feet immediately. She was already standing, hand on Harvey's arm, his name on her lips.

Harvey looked at Malik. His hand was at his side. His breathing was controlled — barely, but controlled.

"That's for going to her," Harvey said quietly. "Alone. Without counsel. And making her feel like she had no other choice."

Malik touched his jaw. Looked at Harvey with an expression that was recalibrating, reassessing, measuring something it hadn't fully measured before.

"Get out of this building," Harvey said. "Both of you."

They were in Harvey's car before either of them spoke.

Ray was driving. The city moved past the windows. She was looking at her hands in her lap, the document still on the conference table fourteen floors up, and the decision she'd made that morning was completely, thoroughly undone.

"You should have told me," Harvey said.

His voice was quiet. Not angry — the anger had gone into that room and left it there. This was something else.

"I know," she said.

"You were going to take a plea deal. Suspend your licence. End your career." He paused. "Without telling me."

"I was trying to protect you—"

"I know what you were trying to do." He turned to look at her. "That's what makes it worse."

She looked at him. His jaw was still tight, his eyes still doing the thing, but underneath it was something she recognised — the thing that came out when the walls came all the way down. The thing that was just Harvey, without any of the rest of it.

"You did the same thing I almost did," she said quietly. "You've done it for Mike. For Donna. You make decisions to protect the people you love and you don't always ask first."

"That's different."

"Is it?"

He held her gaze. Said nothing.

"I saw a way to make it stop," she said. "A way that kept you out of it. Kept Mike out of it. Kept the firm intact." She looked at her hands. "I knew you'd try to stop me. That's why I didn't tell you."

"Because you knew I'd be right to stop you."

She didn't answer that.

Harvey reached across and took her hand. Not gently — firmly, the way he held things he wasn't letting go of.

"I need you to listen to me," he said. "Not as a lawyer. Not as someone trying to manage a situation." He waited until she looked at him. "You are not a variable in someone else's equation. You are not something to be sacrificed to keep the rest of it intact." His grip tightened slightly. "You are the thing I'm keeping. Everything else comes after that."

She looked at him for a long moment.

And then, because they were alone, because Ray's partition was up and the city was outside and there was nowhere else to be, she let it go.

It came quietly — the way things did when they'd been held in too long. Her shoulders dropped and her breath changed and the composure she'd been carrying since Thursday morning finally, completely gave way. She pressed her hand over her mouth and looked out the window and felt five weeks of Malik and subpoenas and sealed files and impossible choices move through her all at once.

Harvey didn't say anything. He pulled her toward him, his arm around her, her face against his shoulder, and let it run. He didn't tell her it was okay. He didn't tell her to stop. He just held on — solid and certain and completely immovable, the way he always was, the way she had never fully stopped needing him to be.

His hand moved slowly across her back.

"I've got you," he said quietly. Into her hair. Just that. Just those three words.

She believed him.

She always believed him. That was the thing — through everything, through Malik and the files and the plea deal she'd almost signed — she had always, fundamentally, believed him.

She stayed against his shoulder until the car stopped. Until the city had done what the city always did and carried on around them, indifferent and ongoing.

Then she sat up. Wiped her face. Looked at him.

He looked back at her. His thumb moved once across her cheekbone.

"Malik is done," he said. Quiet and certain. "I'll make sure of it."

"You punched him," she said.

"Yes."

"Harvey."

"He had it coming." No apology in it. None at all.

She looked at him for a moment. Then, despite everything, despite the last five weeks and the last few hours and the document on the fourteenth floor — she laughed. Small and helpless and real.

Harvey's expression shifted. The tight jaw loosening, the almost-smile appearing, the one she'd spent years learning to find underneath everything else.

"Come on," he said. "Let's go home."

She nodded. Took his hand. Held it the way she held things she wasn't letting go of either.

Outside the city kept moving.

Inside the car, it was just them — and that, for right now, was everything.

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[rvspecter]

mommy kink literally canon

[rhaenaera]

what if mike went to havard and he worked for a lawyer (as an intern/summer associate maybe) and the lawyer's handsome, cocky, self-assured and morally dubious . . . and Mike "unquestionable loyalty to trevor for years" ross obviously falls in love. unfortunately for him the lawyer is not harvey specter its travis tanner.

[frootwhoops]

Title: The Final Closer

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader (no usage of Y/N), female reader.

Summary: Driven by the fear of being erased by Harvey Specter’s overbearing career, the protagonist—CEO of Regal—orchestrated a fraudulent divorce twelve years ago by tricking Harvey into signing papers and forging legal seals to disappear. In the present, her attempt to settle a lawsuit quietly via her legal 'situationship,' Travis Tanner, backfires when Harvey demands a face-to-face meeting and uncovers her identity. Now faced with Harvey's vow to destroy her through a fraud and breach of fiduciary duty lawsuit, she must lean on a conflicted Tanner to help her survive the wrath of a man who realizes he was never legally or emotionally let go.

Note: I'm still plotting for the part 2. I hope you like it. Do comment if you have any idea!

Part 2, Part 3

“Look, I need you to handle this case for me. My company is facing a dispute, they wanted to sue. Just settle with them, offer them what they want. Quietly.” The man in front of her scoffed. “What? Are you doing charity through lawsuits now? I did not know you as a philanthropist. They are demanding too high.” She looked at him with her ‘im-not-kidding-so-get-your-act-together’.

“Travis, I could ask anyone. But, I trust you. Alright? Handle it. We don't need another scandal.” With a grunt, he placed a soft kiss on her lips and rolled his eyes, can’t resist her beautiful eyes.

“If I get disbarred, I'll sue you.” She chuckled and pointed a finger at him. “Why would you? You will not score until you settle this case hence, there won’t be any conflict of interest.” She tried to stop smiling but failed. “Oh come on, not even good luck?” He pouted and the woman bit her inner cheek.

“No.”

The man shook his head and with a glance, “You must be ready once I fix this mess of yours, oh I won’t go easy on you.” He winked as he leaned towards her and she rolled her eyes in response. “I’m a mess, will you fix me as well?” She placed her chin above her intertwined hands and looked at Tanner with puppy eyes.

Her relationship with Travis Tanner is complicated, or to put it into the 21st century era, one will simply call it a situationship. They don't really talk about it in a deeper sense and neither wanted to break the stillness of it.

**

“Well, we will go to trial.” Tanner sighed and thought of her request, to just settle, despite him really wanting to squash the smug bastard inside the court.

“My client wants to settle. We can offer up to 20 mil. Look, let's save each other our sweat, Specter.”

Harvey Reginald Specter smirked, eyes gleaming. “Why the hell would I do that if I could crush you again like an insect? You are not the type to settle and for the record, according to your forced presentation earlier, you don't want to bring your client personally which got me curious.” Harvey's hand smoothed the already pressed armani suit he fashioned.

“Regal's CEO always settled and never showed up during the settlement and why is that?” Tanner pursed his lips and dangerously glared at Specter. Mike wanted to interrupt because they scored the twenty million dollars through an open goal, knowing Tanner is giving the firm a cake on a silver platter.

“Just take the offer.” He simply stated and didn't back down from the egoistic man stare that they are having now. Tanner did not sound sincere but he was practically pleading.

“Didn't answer the goddamned question.” Harvey wears his dedicated pit bull persona, the one that simply wants to win every time and if that man is pushing something, he won’t back down.

“What do you want?” Tanner clicked his tongue and the smugness never left Harvey's lips. “We'll settle but bring your client over here for the final procedures.” Tanner stormed off the conference room while the duo proceeded to take their act inside Harvey’s office.

“Harvey, what was that for?” Mike inquired, certain that something is off. The man in question just pursed his lips and sat comfortably on his swivel chair. “What? Don’t tell me you aren’t curious why the hell that billion dollar company always settles. Mike, they are offering twenty million for what?” Harvey’s brow went up and his shoulder shrugged as he sat on his swivel chair.

“And it doesn’t have any connection about your personal contempt with Travis Tanner?”

“Ah, yes of course. That too. Did you see his face?” Mike's lips gaped. “Please, don't forget that he always threw mud at us Mike. We're just reacting accordingly.”

**

“What? Who in their right mind would waste time for such a childish interest? We always settled before and it didn't become a problem.” She looked up from the budget proposal that she is scanning before Tanner barged inside her office.

“Because those lawyers before didn't have a personal vendetta against me. Harvey Fucking Specter—” After hearing the name, every word that came out of Tanner's lips is unintelligible.

–12 years ago–

She cannot do it anymore. The tear that left her eye landed on the divorce paper that Harvey Specter signed without even paying attention to it. The irony is that he is one of the best closers you could have and just because he trusted his wife, he wouldn't be skeptical of her word as he is already preoccupied at the moment, always preoccupied by his goddamned work.

“Hon, would you sign this paperwork? It's just confirmation from the company of the furniture I bought yesterday. Well, I used our joint account.” Harvey is reading several documents before he softly smiles at his wife and immediately signs the paper without any doubt.

That was easy, despite Harvey being a workaholic son of a bitch, he still harbored affection for his wife and she used that to her advantage. As if he wouldn’t manipulate her into staying if she decided to be honest. She wanted to pursue her career, but Harvey convinced her he can manage them both and as a naive woman, she said yes. Now, she doesn't want to be stuck in this situation. She needed an out and she grabbed this opportunity despite breaking several laws.

Instead of being hurt from deceiving the man she loves, she felt a semblance of liberation from such an act. She knows that Harvey wouldn't divorce her. Hence, despite the guilt creeping over her skin, she has no other choice. All she has to do is to tamper with the stamps and it will be ready to go. Bribing a witness is an easy act.

She knows too well that if she stays, she will throw her remaining life away and she cannot let herself become stillwater on Harvey Specter’s legacy.

**

“Hey. Are you okay?” She feels like she's going to throw up despite having an empty stomach.

She sprinted towards the comfort room and Travis followed after. “What's wrong?”

“I—I, I would rather not talk about it.” She wipes her lips and washes her hand on the sink. “Come on. That's unfair.” She looked at him with finality. “This is not up for discussion. If you have to threaten them. Go. I will not personally attend that meeting.” Her hands were shaking and Tanner passed her the towels. “But—”

“Don't. We are not like that, remember?” She snapped and Tanner's eyes reflected a slash in the heart.

**

“Just let me handle it. Why would you need to meet Tanner's client? We have another case and it's a litigation one, a lot of leg work.” Ross questioned, browsing the settlement papers once more before clutching it to his side, treating the Regal company case as a win already.

“Because I wanted to get into Tanner's skin. It's obvious that he does not want to dangle his client to us like a piñata. The wild card of a CEO won't like it and they'll fire his ass. Speaking.”

“Harvey. I'm here to pick up the settlement papers. If you have any problem, ask Jessica Spearson as I already talked to her about your stunt during our previous meeting.” Harvey scoffed and took a step nearing Tanner.

“No. Unless you bring your client, that paper will remain unsigned.” He turned on his heel and entered his office.

He could convince Jessica out of this. Tanner's futile attempt will be trashed.

**

He did not change. Still, the insisting and competitive Harvey Reginald Specter that she fell in love with 10 years ago. She cannot help but to bitterly gulp away the annoyance despite casually enjoying at the usual bar she is very fond of. The board members are demanding her to fix the issue as soon as possible or else it would be her seat in question.

“Just attend. Somebody from your company will take this chance to use it against you. It's a matter of time that you'll really show your face to the public.” She put her face in her hands and motioned the bartender for another shot. “And don't get drunk. We don't want another scandal.” They snickered and Tanner tapped her back before leaving her. “Made sure they'll sign an NDA to never bring this up ever again.”

“Then, it's handled.” With that, they pretended that nothing happened between them again. It's less complicated this way.

“Travis.” She called out with her misty eyes. When he looked back, her lips met his and they found themselves in a hotel room once again.

**

“Do I need to give you a reminder that we won't settle if your mysterious client will not join us?” Harvey played with the pen that probably costs around a thousand grand.

“Look, I don't know about you but she is a CEO, chief executive officer. So I hope you can tell how busy she is merely from her title.” Tanner rolled his eyes, feeling anxious for the woman he was trying to protect. He doesn't do feelings but whatever his chest is trying to radiate now must be buried.

“She? The CEO behind Regal is a woman? The narration got even more interesting.” Harvey heard the conference door open and followed the gaze of his associate who looked like he just saw an ice cream truck.

She has a very voluptuous figure, carries this very addictive strong scent— the one wherein it's difficult to forget, and an attractive aura. No one will blame you if you stare unapologetically at the woman though it's such a shame she is wearing a hat large enough to cover the whole room.

“Apologies, my jet just arrived. Had a fallout with the investor in Belgium.” Tanner leaned in and whispered something to the CEO. Harvey's lips crept into a smirk. Did he just see Travis Tanner showing a slight affection?

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” The confident man raised from his seat and presented his hands to her. She can feel her limbs shaking but she had to do this. She mirrored the gesture and once her eyes met his, Harvey Specter froze on the spot.

Is he having a terrible migraine? She cannot be her. It can't. It shouldn't. Why the hell would she appear in front of him now? Rage started to arise from the ground.

Mike Ross passed the settlement papers towards Tanner and she signed it without a beat. Travis then exchanged his NDA paper and made the client of his nemesis busy. There's no hiccups and the deal is finally done.

She started to rise up and made a gesture of leaving the room. “Everyone, give us a moment.” Mike's brow went up because he wasn't certain what Harvey is pulling now. Tanner on the other hand focused on her, waiting for her go signal, mirroring Mike Ross’ confusion. “It's okay.” She tried to be nonchalant about it but you just can't ignore the pain and devastation from those years that she and Harvey shared together, they are the definition of an unmatchable team until she cannot be in that team anymore.

Harvey's eyes are scrutinizing her being, almost wanting to put a hole on her face. Tears started to threaten his eyes and his mouth was twitching rapidly out of pure contempt. “The audacity.” He stated with such venom that pierced her right through the heart.

“I did what I had to do.” His ears pulsed and he went near her, towering the woman's figure. “You did what you had to do? Does that include being a fraud and an inconsiderate human being that you are?” Every word felt like a dagger.

“Alright. I deserve it although do not act like you are innocent here, Harvey.” She winced at how his name escaped her lips. She hasn't talked about him ever since she left.

“You left me.” He went to invade her personal space, face leering down. His finger that's pointing at her face is trembling, enunciating raw pain radiated across the room.

“You are a smart man. You know very well why.” She started to walk but his hand wrapped around her wrist. “But you swore. You swore that you'll be my wife through pain and joy. Your instinct is to leave when things gets rough?” She yanked her wrist away from him and stared at his being with pure hatred.

“Fine. I should have known better. Of course, this is you— the great Harvey Specter who's all about winning and thriving even looking at the prospect of our marriage from your egocentric angle.” Heavy breaths reverberate across the room. Both won't back down.

“Okay. Fine. I'll be the narcissistic guy that you're trying to paint. Be ready because I am going to sue you. I'll destroy you and your company.” She jested a wicked laugh.

“W—What? You must be insane.” Harvey look at her figure for a moment then, his eyes roam on her neck towards her mouth, lastly at her eyes that he still has a soft spot for.

“You think changing your name and hiding for a decade started the clock on the statute of limitations? It didn't. In this state, the clock doesn't start until I discover the fraud—and I just did now. You breached your fiduciary duty to me the second you lied about those papers. I’m going to make sure every board member at Regal knows their CEO is a fraud who forged a notary seal just to skip out on a marriage. You didn't just leave me; you robbed me, and I’m here to collect.” The woman felt her knees weaken.

“I worked so hard to be able to build Regal, Harvey. You don't have the rights—”

“The law will decide for that and I always win.” Without a beat, he left the room and she felt tears flooding her face.

Donna watched Harvey slam his office door with ‘that’ force— the action that screams he is not in the mood to even be a decent human being to anyone.

“Harvey—” She threaded lightly, as if taming a wild animal.

“I saw her.” Harvey stated softly though distinct but lacking that air he usually has. He gritted his teeth, still recovering from what happened, his fists are balled on his side. Donna's eyes reflected the pain he felt. She knows who he is talking about. “What are you going to do?”

The room became quiet for a while. The temperature dropped but no one felt cold. “I wanted to destroy her.” The secretary exhaled and poured them the scotch that's been calling them ever since the revelation. One thing about Harvey is that when he says he wanted the worst for someone, it just means he cared.

“And we both know that's not true.” Harvey accepted the drink and gulped it in one go. His hands were clearly not stable for a moment and that made him more mad.

“She'll come to me. I threatened her.” He stated in a matter of fact. “I know.” His chest felt as if it was carrying a very heavy boulder and he was not fond of it.

“I'll give you some space.” Donna's lips crept into a fond smile. Harvey looked at her with his eyes, those eyes that revealed what he felt within. “I don't know what I'm going to do, Donna.”

**

“And you expected me to defend you for it? I'm not the man for the job.” Tanner threw his hands, frustrated about the new information that she only declared to him because she needed his help. She and Harvey were married for christ sake and she didn't even bat an eyelash to tell him about it.

“Excuse me but where is this coming from?” She asked, gesturing between the space they have, exhausted from the relentless argument. “In case you didn't noticed, that man whom you screwed up in a literal and non literal sense, is Harvey Fucking Specter. He won't stop and won't lose.” The man went to grab a wine, clearly frustrated. “It didn't cross your mind to tell me that you have a colorful history?” When the room went quiet, Tanner held the decanter back to its position and softly looked at her, his words immediately dawned on him.

“That's too far. I'm sorry.” She just pursed her lips, eyes glistening. It's not as if she didn't see this coming. The woman literally kept an important part of her life from Travis and his reaction is valid right now.

“You have to talk to him. You are at the disadvantage here. You committed a major crime.” Tanner himself doesn't know what to say. He is angry but it feels he doesn't have the right to be. They don't have a label so he doesn't know his place.

“Trav..” But how the hell is he supposed to say no to that voice? His heart softens and if there's God out there, he hopes that he is listening and puts the odds against them because he will fight for her. “Thank you. I think I'll take this as an opportunity to apologize as well.” Tanner shook his head and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her form.

“I know what I signed up for. You don't need to be sorry.” He wiped the tears that left her eyes. “Shh. We'll figure it out.” She bit her lips because she doesn't know what to say and afraid that her feelings about Harvey are conflicted.

[pl3as3hangup]

lately I've been really messing with harvey x travis... i miss their dynamic

[smithdevane]

&. travis tanner moodboard