Please God give me a pitt/supernatural type Au where there are these cast down angels called walkers who were sent to exterminate/control the population of supernatural creatures by consuming them. The supernatural population exploded after the fall of Lucifer and only got bigger once God went into hiding. The walkers were kinda worshipped as a cult since they were sent from heaven and eventually that turned into a secret organization that gets paired with a walker to keep them from corruption because they process weird.
Walker Dennis who does not really understand human life or social cues but knows that he is possessive over his Hyperetes (that's what the human partners are called) kinda creepy but is learning how to not freak people out and is very interested in human life because he has never been assigned a Hyperetes having been chained in a basement of a church since the fall of Lucifer from people who were afraid of him and his abilities, he is kinda timid around new people but Robby and Jack keep him safe and away from dark areas.
Then we have Jack and Robby, partners in demon hunting but recently got promoted to watch over a recently discovered walker who is very traumatized around people especially Christianity or mentions of it. They don't know what to do at first but they feed him and care for him until Dennis starts clinging to them like a timid dog, and trying not to catch feelings for them. Now they travel around looking for hostile supernatural monsters and are absolutely clueless about how they feel about each other.
I will expand on this new au later if anyone has questions or something, if your interested in writing about this Au you are allowed as long as you credit me and send me the link to the fic ⊂(･ω･*⊂)
Good morning with this Walker AU edit. At first it should've been a "normal" edit but then I just cut together the scenes differently and voilà - born was psycho killer Cordi 😎
Rating/Warnings/Tags: Brief mentions of torture, pain
Spoilers: For S3
Summary: Cassie Perez is, against her better judgment, a romantic. She knows enough about real life to know that the soulmate tattoo that appears on your body when you turn fourteen doesn’t automatically mean happily ever after. And the first words that her soulmate will apparently say to her—it’s a nice car—have always amused her, because she’s just not that into cars. Still, she’s a romantic and she hopes that when she meets her soulmate, he’ll feel the same way.
Tag List: @walker-extended-universe @ihavepointysticks
A/N: Hi, it's been a while! I wrote most of this before s4 aired, so it's not s4 compliant. I still love it, despite the minor urge to rework it to fit in s4, haha. Song title is from Pushing Up Daisies by the Brothers Osborne (I did indeed keep the original title lol).
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Cassie Perez is, against her better judgment, a romantic. She knows enough about real life to know that the soulmate tattoo that appears on your body when you turn fourteen doesn’t automatically mean happily ever after. And the first words that her soulmate will apparently say to her—it’s a nice car—have always amused her, because she’s just not that into cars. Still, she’s a romantic and she hopes that when she meets her soulmate, he’ll feel the same way.
But when she first hears those words, it’s in an alley from an impostor and she’s so shocked she almost drops her taser.
Maybe there’s been a mistake? Somehow?
She forces herself to focus, which is good, because the guy starts to turn around instead of just following directions and that makes him a threat in her book. Into the trunk he goes, after tazing him of course, because he’s already established that he doesn’t listen, so asking him nicely is out of the question.
And, well, as it turns out, this, and everything that follows, is a teensy bit of a mistake. An honest one, although one look at his face, and she can tell he won’t be very forgiving about said mistake.
As she helps him out of the trunk—which takes some doing, what is this guy, seven feet??—she has some time to reflect on the happy turn of events. Her soulmate is not a criminal, not responsible for Miles (probably), and is a Texas Ranger (a real one, not an impostor, as she had previously—and completely understandably—assumed) like her. Things are looking up.
And now that she knows he’s not a threat and they have a few minutes to breathe, she pays attention to a detail she hadn’t noticed before: he’s wearing a wedding ring. Her heart sinks. She racks her brain to remember the exact details of why Ranger Walker was on the news. He held the DA hostage...because the DA killed his wife.
Oh.
He’s looking at her kind of funny now and she realizes that she’s let the silence go on too long.
“I’m sorry about your wife,” she blurts, nodding towards his wedding ring.
He looks startled, as well he might after such an abrupt subject change. He swallows hard, looks away, nodding.
“Thanks,” he says, roughly.
She smiles and if it’s a little sad, well, he’ll assume it’s because she brought up his wife. And it is. But her own heart feels a little broken right now, too.
But there’s really not a lot of time to focus on that, because, as it turns out, being caught with a stolen car—even if you were planning on returning it and were using for a good reason—is a little bit of a problem.
-
Later, when he brings up giving things with Geri a try, it stings. Just a little. But he’s trying to move on from losing his soulmate and she’s not about to blow up his whole world a second time.
She’ll be fine.
She will.
Who needs fate anyway?
-
It’s been several months since she met Walker and she still hasn’t found a way to tell him that he’s her soulmate. She’s starting to think she never will. She knows she’s not his, so it doesn’t seem like a conversation they really need to have. And who wants to see the pity in your soulmate’s eyes when he knows it’s not the same for him?
She’s starting to get used to the idea that it’s her little secret when, on the morning of Stella’s graduation party, she gets a searing pain where her tattoo is. The pain is all-consuming and she doubles over, crying out in spite of herself.
What. Is. Happening?!
The pain subsides enough for her to get her bearings back and meet James to drive over to the Walkers. She lies and tells James she just has a headache and tries to fake cheerfulness, but by the time they pull up to the Ranch, she’s full of dread. She just needs to see Walker, just needs to make sure he’s fine.
He’s not, of course.
He’s missing.
And now she’s remembering what Ben said about the pain he felt when Lucas was dying. How his soulmate tattoo still dully aches, even though Lucas has been gone for months.
She’s not going to lose Walker.
She couldn’t bear it, which feels selfish to think when she knows that that’s what Ben and Walker feel every day, the heavy weight of a tattoo tying them to someone who isn’t there anymore. But that’s not going to be her story. Or Walker’s. She’s going to get him back and when he dies, it’ll be at a ripe old age.
She doesn’t tell anyone why this hurts so much and no one seems to notice. The pain stays the whole time, no matter how hard she works.
When they get him back on day three and the ache subsides to nearly nothing, she cries in relief alone in her shower.
-
At least if he dies, she’ll go with him. That’s the only thing she can think as he approaches the box of evidence that could be a bomb. He won’t let her get too close, but she won’t leave him alone. For his sake as much as hers, although she still doesn’t think that she could survive losing him. She puts a hand to her tattoo, wondering if the pain of it will be the last thing she feels as the blast radius spreads out.
She doesn’t have to wonder long, because it’s not a bomb, after all.
Not the physical kind, anyway.
Walker’s emotional distress as he looks at the watches, as he thinks about what happened to him, makes the edges of her tattoo sting slightly.
“Every day, at the same time, they would, uhh—”
She knows this, not just from Julia’s article, although that had given her some answers, but also from the searing pain she had experienced at the same time, every miserable day of his captivity. Her tattoo had hurt every moment he was in captivity, but those moments were worse.
If she thought it would help him to talk about it, she’d ask him. But she doesn’t think that he wants to and she’s selfishly glad, because she’s not sure she could bear to hear it from him. It had been hard enough to read about it. And to feel even a little bit of his pain. She resists the urge to rub her tattoo, the memory of it becoming physical now.
“Right.” She gives him an out.
He takes it. “Right.”
-
Cassie stumbles on the steps. The pain is sharp and sudden.
Trey shoots out an arm to catch her. “Whoah there, Cass. You ok?”
She nods, clenching her teeth. Something is wrong. She looks at Kevin, laying on the stretcher, still looking like death, and wonders just what she sent Walker and Liam into.
She grabs her phone. “Just going to update Walker.”
He doesn’t answer his phone, because of course he doesn’t.
So she calls Liam, who doesn’t answer either.
“Cassie?” Trey again, looking at her with concern.
“They’re not answering.”
Trey frowns. “I’ll check the ETA for their back-up.”
The pain is letting up, which has to be a good thing. She takes a deep breath.
Trey returns. “They’re five minutes out.” He nods towards Kevin, a teasing smile on his lips. “Think he wants to talk to you.”
Well, Walker’s fine, she’s pretty sure, and … well, maybe she could give Kevin a chance. She’s come to terms with the fact that she will never be with her soulmate, hence giving internet dating a try (a horrible idea, truly) and Kevin is … less awful than she first thought and Trey likes him. Might as well give him a shot. She smiles and heads over. She’ll call Walker later, make him tell her what in the world he was up to that was hurting them both. For now, she’s going to focus on herself for once.
-
She can’t keep her secret forever, despite her best efforts.
It’s the last thing on her mind, though, when she’s dressing her wound when Walker returns to the safe house.
Walker is indignant that she got shot on James’ watch. She can feel the nervous energy radiating off James, who is trying to figure out the best way to pacify him. She doesn’t want Walker to worry; she’s fine. She looks up to reassure him, letting her shirt fall back down to cover up the wound.
“Walker, I’m fine.”
But his attention is now drawn to something completely different.
“What—what’s that?” His hand shoots out and pulls the edge of her shirt back up.
Right. The first words he ever said to her are scrawled across the bottom of her rib cage, just above where she was shot.
It’s a nice car.
He definitely remembers, which means he knows.
She backs away from him, pushing her shirt back down. “It’s fine, Walker.”
He’s staring at her, shock on his face and a slight intake of breath to her left tells her that James just figured it out, too. James backs away.
“I’ll let you two talk.”
She sighs, because she can tell Walker isn’t going to just let this go.
“Let’s sit down.” She leads them to a room where they can be alone, the two of them sitting close on the couch. Walker’s looking at her in a way that he’s never looked at her before.
She doesn’t think she likes it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Because of the way he’s looking at her now. The mixture of sadness and guilt.
“Because it doesn’t really matter, Walker. Your soulmate is Emily. I know I’m not your soulmate and it’s fine. It doesn’t even really involve you. You’ve figured out how to move on without your soulmate. Knowing about me would just complicate things. Really unnecessarily.”
“It—it...Cass, it matters. And you’re—you’re not a complication.”
Maybe it matters to him. He was a teenager when he met his soulmate. He was hers and she was his and they had many good years together before it ended in tragedy. All Cassie’s soulmate tattoo has meant to her lately is pain.
No, that’s not fair.
All it had meant to both of them was pain, although of a different kind.
And Walker can’t help everything he’s been through, can’t help the psychic bond fate had handed her.
“Walker,” she says softly, “This is just the way it works sometimes.”
He nods and she’s about to tell him to stop looking so guilty when he reaches out and gently touches her cheek. Her heart skips a beat. He brushes his thumb gently over her lips and she forgets how to breathe. There’s a question in his eyes she could just lean forward and answer. She knows he’d kiss her if she were to ask. Knows he’d bind himself to her, even if she’s not his soulmate. That’s just the kind of guy Walker is. But he wouldn’t be happy. She can’t take what he’s offering, no matter how much she might want to.
“Walker.” She reaches up and takes his hand in hers, pulls it down to rest on the couch between them. She forces herself to let go of his hand. “Don’t.”
He nods, understanding in his eyes.
“I’m sorry that you felt you couldn’t tell me,” Walker says, gently. There’s regret written on every line of his face.
“Well, you’ve been through a lot. You have enough burdens to bear.”
“You’re not a burden, Cassie. You never could be. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I can’t be your soulmate, too. It would have been my honor.”
She smiles, touched. She feels lighter, knowing he knows and they understand each other now. “You know I love you, right? Not like that, but I do. It’s been a honor being your soulmate.”
He smiles back. “I love you, too, Cass. Uhh, not like that.”
They both chuckle.
-
This time, she finds the ache annoying. He ditched her, even though he knows? The way that the pain gets sharp for a few minutes before subsiding to a pitiful throbbing does worry her, but he’s obviously fine. Well, not in mortal peril anyway. And she has other things to worry about.
But no one cares about the other things and James sends her after Walker. He’s smart enough to not mention the soulmate thing when he does, though.
She finds him, as she always does. And her tattoo stops hurting, which makes her feel just a little less angry, despite everything.
“How’d you find me? Was—was it the soulmate thing?”
Oh, now he cares about that? Not yesterday when he lied to her and left to confront Cooper on his own?
She rolls her eyes. “No, I tracked your cellphone. The tattoo doesn’t work like GPS, Walker.”
“No, no, I know, but—”
But it kind of does.
“I’m, ahh, so—sorry about this, Cassie. I thought—”
She sighs. “We’ve got bigger things to worry about.”
-
It is a bomb this time.
She screams out his name, doubling over as the pain wraps itself around her side, squeezing up to her heart. On the other end of the line, the phone goes dead. She can’t breathe.
How does anyone survive losing their soulmate, if it feels like this?
“It doesn’t mean he’s dead, Cassie,” James says, gently.
But this is worse then when he was captured by Grey Flag. This is the worst the soulmate pain has ever been—and Walker’s nearly died multiple times over the past several months—so what else could it be? Tears stream silently down her face the whole drive over. The pain is less when she arrives to the safe house site and realizes that Walker is still alive and she would cry from the sheer relief if she wasn’t still so worried about him. But the pain is still there and Walker is missing and the two combined means Walker needs her to find him.
-
She finds him, like she always does.
His hand comes to rest on her side, just above her waist, where her tattoo is, under her jacket but above her shirt.
“I’m glad you’re here, Cass.” He says softly.
She’s glad, too.
-
Maybe it should hurt, watching Walker dance with Geri on the (second?) happiest day of James’ life. Maybe the wedding should remind her that she’ll never have what James and Kelly have.
But when Trey smiles at her, when he tells her that she’s made this place a home, she forgets.
-
It doesn’t come up for a while. She and Trey move towards each other slowly and he doesn’t ask and she doesn’t say.
They’re curled around each other on the couch one night, still enjoying the newness when he runs his fingers over her tattoo. His touch is gentle and she thinks he’s just curious. But then she feels him still.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s...it’s nothing.”
She pushes herself to a sitting position, leaning back from him to look him in the eyes, entwining her hand with his. “Trey? What is it?”
“I thought Kevin was your soulmate, but I was there and that’s not the first thing he said to you.”
She stalls. “Why would you think it was Kevin?”
“He was poisoned and you...were in physical pain, Cass. I know what soulmate pain looks like.”
“Oh,” she hesitates, then says softly, “I was.”
There’s a beat of silence and then Trey realizes. “Walker?”
She nods. “He’s mine, but I’m not his.”
He looks her in the eyes now, eyes serious and compassionate. “Does he know?”
“He found out when I got shot.”
They both wince at the memory of her getting shot. Neither of them like talking about it or even thinking about it, really.
“I wasn’t planning on ever telling him. But that’s how he found out. So, we talked about it and we’re good. We understand that it’s not a mutual soulmate bond. And it’s fine.”
Trey nods, still processing, she thinks. She gives him a second, because she doesn’t want to rush his feelings.
“Does it bother you?” She asks, quietly. “That Walker’s my soulmate?”
She needs to know. If he were to say yes now, she knows that it would hurt worse than realizing she wasn’t Walker’s soulmate.
“I wasn’t Micki’s soulmate, either. She was mine, but…” He shrugs.
She’s genuinely surprised by that.
“I think that’s why I pushed her so hard. I wanted to prove that I was...worthy of her. That it didn’t matter that we didn’t match. And for a while, it was fine. It was great, even. It didn’t matter until it did.”
He sighs and she feels her heart squeeze. This pain is not wholly unfamiliar to her, even if she’d never let herself have any true feelings for Walker. She squeezes his hand gently, waiting for him to go on.
“She met her soulmate as a teenager, like Walker. She never really told me much about him, just that they were young and she broke up with him before joining the military. That does happen sometimes if you meet your soulmate when you’re young. But there was a part of me that was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to come back into her life, for them to realize they were soulmates for a reason. Then about two years ago, my fears came true. She reconnected with him. And then...he died. But even with him gone or maybe because he was gone, I still didn’t stand a chance. She was destroyed. She left the Rangers, left me. And maybe blaming it on her soulmate is not completely fair. She was drifting away from me even before then. I...let my insecurities smother her and push her away.”
“I’m sorry, Trey.”
“I was sorry for a long time, too, but not anymore.”
“No?”
She wants him to say it, to know that he feels the same way she does, even without a soulmate bond. He looks down at their joined hands and she holds her breath as a slow smile spreads across his face before he looks back up at her.
“No. Because now I have you.”
Whatever those with with matching soulmate bonds must feel can’t touch what she feels this moment.
She beams. “And I have you.”
“Yes, you do.”
His grin widens as he pulls her close for a kiss and she doesn’t think about her soulmate mark at all.
-
Cassie scoots up in the hospital bed, wincing as the movement aggravates her wound.
“How’d you know I was in trouble?” Cassie asks him.
“I just knew, Cass,” Walker replies.
She raises her eyebrows at him. She always knows when he’s in trouble; the soulmate tattoo ties her to him forever, even if it’s not reciprocal.
He shrugs. “I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe—maybe you don’t have to be written on my skin for me to know when you need me. Maybe it’s enough that I’m written on yours. That your psychic bond is strong enough that I get an—an echo of it.”
Wow.
She had no idea that that could happen. That she could love Walker so fiercely and respond so strongly to her soulmate bond that he could feel it, even if she wasn’t his soulmate.
He grins. “I’ve got your back, partner.”
-
Cassie Perez is still a romantic, but now she knows that there’s more than one meaning behind a soulmate tattoo. There’s Walker, who she loves with all her heart—not that way, thank you very much—and who loves her back just as fiercely. And when she sees him with Geri—two unmatched halves like her and Trey—and when she kisses Trey, she thinks maybe fate doesn’t know everything.
Because Trey may not be her soulmate, but what she feels for him is deep and real. It’s something they chose, despite fate.
Omg, idk if I thought this the first time, but---when Liam is telling Cordi about being tortured with mind games, being made to bury him---he says they smelled like sulfur. 👀👀👀👀👀👀
Ignore the coal processing/nerve agent Walker reasoning, and let's say they were demons trying to get Sam's cooperation for a coup in hell. 👀👀👀
Did you ever end up finishing/posting the extension of the kastle walker au? I still think about that short to this day
anon!! i love you to the moon and back for asking me this. i just consulted the google doc and i had somehow written a solid 18k of said fic before this pesky thing called Plot took all the wind out of my sails. i haven't updated it since 2020, but never say never! thank you for thinking of this fic ♡
A/N: part five of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.
Square Filled: @walker-bingo -Stalker
Bingo Masterlist
*divider by @firefly-graphics
*no Beta-all mistakes are mine
“Y/N,” I heard the diner’s manager call out, “I need you to work Becca’s shift next week too,” and without waiting for a response disappears into his office.
My shoulders slump as I clocked out and walked across the truck stop's concrete drive pausing at the curb to check the traffic before proceeding across the other side of a dual carriageway to the crosstown bus stop. Sitting down on the hard bench I look up at the twinkling stars.
Normally the shift I worked was six am to six pm but with one of the waitresses off and the last hired, I got stuck covering her shift. I hated this shift, having to walk a half mile from the bus stop to that piece of shit trailer I was renting in the still dark predawn hours.
Flashing lights pull me from my musings and climbing the steps I swipe my bus pass being greeted by Ricardo, the diver I’d gotten to know since there’s only a handful of swing shift people this time of the morning. He comments on how tired I appear and said he’d make sure to wake me at my stop.
Thanking him I took a seat and use my bag as a makeshift pillow lean against the window not noticing a man dressed in dark clothes and ball cap, who’s been sitting in the exact same seat this last week, intently watching me.
Forty minutes later I drag up the rickety steps in front of the trailer fiddling with the front door lock that always sticks when a movement in my peripheral makes me turn.
“Did James tell you what was going on?” Cordell Walker inquired holding the door open for his partner Micki Ramiriz at the Rangers headquarters, “nope, Captain's text just said come to the conference room ASAP.”
They approached the open door when Micki abruptly stopped, “meirda.”
Walker's eyebrows went up in surprise. He rarely heard his partner curse, she usually preferred to express herself succinctly. Peering over her head he saw who made her do it.
Walker grunted, “I’d a went with hijo de puta but yours works too.” Micki gave him a look before entering.
“Agent Graves, to what do we owe the honor of your presents..again?” Cordell asked, barely this side of courteous.
“Ranger Walker, I’d like to say it’s a pleasure seeing you too but we both know that’s a lie. I’m here because once again I have to clean up your leftover mess from the Rodeo King’s case.”
“There’s no mess left to clean up! Clints dead, Jaxon and Twyla are in jail, and you got the missing 300k back!”
“Only took you how long to return the money again?” Graves sarcastically asked, “a little birdie tells me you’ve visited sweet, sweet, Twyla Jean. Too bad you’re gonna have to wait another what..three years before continuing your friends with benefits partnership.”
Walker drew back flattening his lips, barely holding his temper and before he could say something stupid his brother interrupted.
“This meeting has to do with the King’s member that bolted before we were brought in on the case.” Liam typed on a keyboard turning on the monitor.
“Eric Mannon,” a photo and list of stats popped up, “was Jaxon's original calf roping partner and the King's money launderer. What the group didn’t know was he also ran drugs for Northside Nation, something the FBI,” Liam gave Graves a hard look, “didn’t feel the need to share before we sent you undercover Cordi. Turns out Mannon actually disappeared with around a quarter million in cash and drugs, double crossing the King’s, Northside and Serano.”
He tapped the keys changing the screen's display to a woman Walker was familiar with, “when they found out, they paid a friendly visit to Clint first. In order to save his own sorry ass, he convinced them Y/N Y/L/N was in on it.” Liam paused, finger hovering.
“Are you going to finish the presentation, or do I have to?” Agent Graves snipped.
Liam took a breath and pressed a button, carefully gaging his brother's reaction to the display of graphic photos showing the aftermath of what the members had done, “the only reason they left her alive was to send a clear message of what happens if you double cross them.”
Captain James cleared his throat, “Mannon resurfaced around two weeks ago and has been following her, so the FBI put Ms. Y/L/N under 24/7 surveillance.” He pulls up a montage of surveillance videos with multiple timestamps showing her completely unaware she was being stalked by her ex.
“Our live feed captured this earlier this morning of him finally making contact.” Graves says as the footage showed you coming into frame, fussing with a door lock suddenly aware of someone in dark clothing approaching, then slammed into the flimsy door knocking it open and falling, instinctively turning to fight back before a cloth is forced over your face.
Micki pursed her lips crossing her arms addresses Graves, “if that’s what you call making contact, I'd like to know what you consider assault, battery and kidnapping.”
Captain James jumped in before Graves could respond, “since I was made aware of this attack, which technically happened in our jurisdiction, I immediately dispatched our people. So far, they’ve reported the only movement inside the trailer has been his.”
“How are we playing this Captain, we are waiting for his next move or raiding the place?” Walker tersely asked.
“I’d normally prefer to negotiate first but we have no idea what’s happening in there and since Mannon has been able to evade capture by the FBI, we’re going to do a raid.” Walker and Ramirez start to leave to gear up.
“However, you and Ramirez will not be participating.” They start to protest when Liam interrupts.
“You’re not going in because we have that other issue..Northside,” the partners exchange a look, “they regularly patrol the trailer park keeping tabs on her and your face is too well known among them Cordi. As soon as they’ve done their sweep, we’re moving in.”
“That’ll be the easy part. The trickier piece will be getting Y/L/N to cooperate, she’s proven to be able to see right through our tactics.” Graves turned to Walker, “that’s where you come in. You made inroads with her before, I want you to exploit that connection and..”
“Y/N trusted Duke and he’s dead!” Cordell snapped, “what the hell makes you think she’d trust me,” pointing to himself.
Graves moved to stand directly in front of Walker, “you’ve proven you have no problem implementing certain charms when needed to get the job done. Y/L/N has been sitting on some information we’ve needed for too damn long...”
“..I already know what she’s gonna say, I’m just another asshole who’s using her for their own gains..”
“..then you’re gonna have to get creative, do whatever it takes to get her to cooperate. And from what I saw on that bar video, Y/L/N has a healthy appreciation for your charms.”
Micki lowered her binoculars to watch her partner sitting next to her fidgeting, wearing that expression she’d come to know meant he wanted to hit something, person or object, didn’t matter at that moment, in frustration.
“So how did Y/L/N develop a healthy appreciation for your..”
Walker shifted, clearing his throat, “nothing worth telling.”
“And the bar video?”
“That was Graves trying to get under my skin!”
Micki knew him well enough to know when to call him on his BS.
“You want to try again Beau.”
Walker sighed at his partner's spot-on observations.
“Y/N was the one piece I couldn’t, hell, still can’t, figure out.” He thought back on how she’d been such an intricate part of King's inner circle but never actually in on the jobs.
He was about to say anything to change the subject when there was a loud double bang and they saw the other Rangers entering the trailer.
“Saved by the flash grenade,” Walker quips as they exit Micki’s truck drawing their weapons, making sure the perimeter is still clear heading for the trailer when a man suddenly appeared from under the trailer and took off as shouting came over their radios suspect escaping.
Walker signals Ramirez to stay and with three other Rangers gave chase.
***
Several minutes later the group returned minus Mannon.
Micki had that knowing look, “he gave you the slip?”
“He’s gotta be working with someone cause there’s no way he could’ve..”
“Uh huh, come on, Captain James is waiting.”
As they enter, Walker notices the trailers sparsely furnished and it's as cold inside as outside with the unusual Texas winter. Captain James nodded in acknowledgement finishing up with another Ranger.
“So, here’s what we know. Mannon got out through a trap door hidden under the carpeting in a closet, looks like it’s been there for a while, most likely for drug smuggling since this place has a history of busts. The paramedics said they’ve found needle marks and are having a hard time rousing Y/L/N, her blood pressures abnormally low with whatever he used, EMT’s are still working to stabilize her for transport.”
Micki started going over the bagged evidence on a kitchen counter, already photographed and tagged, with another Ranger.
Walker's attention was drawn elsewhere.
He moved around the kitchen finding the refrigerator wasn’t working and rummaging through cupboards found only a few cans of an off-brand soup.
The sounds of the shouting for help caught everyone’s attention then the gurney’s coming out with a couple Rangers helping maneuver it with one of the EMT’s riding on it is doing CPR.
As they rushed past Walker catches a glimpse of her and felt like he’d been gut punched.
St. David’s Hospital South Austin
Medical Center
Cordell got up to stretch his overlong legs for the umptieth time.
Micki had left to check in at Ranger headquarters on how the investigation was going and pick up something to eat, neither were in mood but they'd been there almost twelve hours.
He stopped watching the machine helping her breath and monitors displaying her heartbeat, once again steadily beating, thankful the lab was finally able to figure out what she’d been injected with and given a counteracting agent.
At the same time, he was madder than a wet polecat with the current federal administration's open border policies; the unending flow of such drugs into the country, despite the best efforts of local and state law enforcement agencies to stem it, allowing Cartels and dealers to further expand their illegal activities.
The monitor's steady beeping suddenly accelerated, and Cordell turned to see a pair of very familiar-colored eyes staring at him. He opened his mouth to speak when the door opened and a nurse rushed in.
Walkers shoved out of the room and the next few minutes a whirl as the attending doctor checks her over. He calls Captain James to update him when the doctor comes out informing him she's coherent, they’ll run more tests but Y/N’s stable enough he pulled the breathing tube.
Mustering up his grit, Walker goes back in.
***
He watches me watch him move a chair over to the bed and barely sat down when the door reopens admitting the nurse.
“I brought some ice chips for you to suck on honey, doctor doesn’t want you to swallowing much yet,” she sits the container down before handing me a dry erase board and marker, “doctors' orders, no talking out loud, any questions will have to be answered written,” she reached up to adjust a saline bag glanced at Walker, “don’t think I won’t kick you out if you break that order Ranger.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answers as she gives him the stink eye before leaving.
The squeaky noise of the marker moving on the board draws his attention as my hand wavers while writing before holding it up.
Ranger?
“Walker..Cordell Walker”
I swallow wincing not only from the rawness of my throat.
“I know you’ve got a lot of questions,” I gave him that particular look of mine telling him to cut the BS.
He uncomfortably shifts in the chair, “I was sent undercover. I lied and..did whatever I had to get in with the Kings, that was my job. But Duke, those nights when it was just the two of you, what he said to you..what I said to you was the truth.”
I stare him straight in the eye like I did that night outside Annunziata’s.
They’re Duke’s eyes and I find myself scrutinizing them once again, what I can see in them; they’re honest, genuine..and he’s not hiding anything this time.
I close my eyes fighting a gauntlet of emotions I’ve bottled for so long and breathe deeply through my nose wincing, not caring how it’s torturing my throat.
He softly says, “hey, you’re gonna make your throat hurt worse doing that,” then I felt the cold wetness of an ice chip touch my lips and open them enough for him to slip it between then he softly brushes his fingers across them like Duke does..did and I realized it was him all along.
That simple gesture makes my decision.
I wrote asking for pen and paper and a confused Walker pulled said items outta his jacket handing them over. Of course, he can’t stop with the questions and comments as I write, that was the same as Duke.
My hand won’t stop trembling as I scrawl some of the things I knew, filling up a page before handing it back to him to read.
He came to the last thing I wrote and my physical discomfort was nothing compared to the painful emotions written on his face.
BONJOUUUUR 💕 how about... 👀 a Geri x fem!reader where reader is very often teasing dear Geri (bending over, stretching and moaning, wearing more revealing clothes and all that good stuffs) while she is working and Geri just "snap" and push her against the wall to kiss her before going... somewhere else? 👀 No sex- I just want some good teasing, i'm thirsty af for her thanks to you 👀👀
Do you feel me now?
Walker Masterlist
Pairing: Geri Broussard x Female!Reader
Rating: 18+
Warning: Lots of teasing, mention of tattoos, kissing, swearing
Word Count: 1177
Square filled: Tattoo artist!Geri Broussard for @anyfandomaubingo
A/n: Sorry it took so long! I had fun writing this tho! Thanks for the request @cryptichobbit hope you like it!
Requests are still open!
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
It was late in the bar. Most of the customers were already gone or too wasted to be able to leave by themselves. In those circumstances, you either had to wake them up or call the police so they could escort them outside of your establishment.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
The song playing on the radio was one of your favorites, and as you cleaned the counters waiting for the closing time to arrive, you couldn’t help but sway your hips to the rhythm of the 2000 song. It was one of those nights where nothing really happened and the money was good. Plus, it was Friday, and every Friday at the end of your shift…
“Alright. It’s almost 10 pm. It’s a one time thing, you know that, right?”
It was only the start of the weekend, and oh were you waiting with excitement for what would come…
“Yeah, I know Geri,” you winked at the woman that just entered the bar. There were only two customers left, so you walked to them and woke them, both leaving without a hitch. Once you got alone with the tattoo artist, you flashed her a smile. “Alright, let me just clean that on the floor…”
It was on purpose and started a week ago. You were working, as usual, and your friend just entered your bar to order her favorite beverage. As you mixed the cocktail for her, you dropped your pen and had to bend over to pick it up, not paying attention to the very short dress you were wearing, accidently flashing everyone sitting at the counter behind you. Geri included. And once you turned over, it was to see all the men and her, coughing, blushing and looking away. You got someone whistling at you, but you were used to it and ignored the man. No, your attention was elsewhere, right at the beautiful woman waiting for her amaretto sour.
A couple of other “incidents” had you bend over after that. It was just to be sure you saw it right, and once you got your confirmation…
“Here we go,” you said once the tiniest dirty spot was cleaned. You turned towards her.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes immediately changing direction once you met her gaze.
“Okay, I accepted to tattoo you here, so let’s get to it. Where do you want it?” She asked, placing her material on one of the tables.
“Wait, before we start, I should clean the table, for yanno, hygiene and stuff, right?” You pondered, finger softly taping on your lips. Geri sighed and rolled her eyes, gesturing you to do your tasks so she could do hers.
Taking all of your time, you walked to your counter to grab another tissue and a mix of water and soap in a spray bottle, purposely bending over the counter to get the items.
“Why don’t you walk around the counter?” You could hear her ask behind you and you faked struggling to reach the stuff. You could hear it in her voice, how flustered she was. And oh boy, you barely started.
“Faster this way,” you answered, finally taking the items. Winking at her, you walked to the table and started cleaning it, bending just enough for your cleavage to be on full display right in her sight. “There we go, nice and clean,” you nodded, placing your hands on your hips to look at the now cleaned table.
“Okay, so we can start now?” She asked, and when you glanced at her, she turned her head away immediately. Her hand massaged her neck and you could see how hard she swallowed her saliva.
“Sure,” you replied, naively walking towards her. “Oh damn!” You exclaimed as water was poured on your white shirt. “How clumsy I am! I didn’t close the lid correctly, now I’m soaked…” You pouted, looked at the mess and dared to glance subtly at her.
Geri was sitting on the edge of her chair, just like she was ready to leave very quickly, or like she just sat on a sharp pin or something. She wasn’t saying anything, but you knew that in her head, the clogs were spinning really quickly.
Without saying anything, you removed your shirt and threw it behind the counter.
“What are you doing?” She seemed to get her voice back. Well, almost. It was shaking and rough and a little higher pitched than usual.
“Well, I’m not gonna keep that shirt on, it’s soaked,” you shrugged. At the same time, you casually started to remove your bra like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Wait wait!” She exclaimed, and just like that, Geri was in front of you, stopping you from continuing. “Why are you removing that?!”
“My tattoo,” you said, meeting her gaze. You left your head down and looked at her through your lashes. “I want it…” Taking her hand, you guided it until it brushed the cup of your bra and trailed her fingers until they touched beneath your breasts. “I want it under my boobs,” you smiled at her, knowing exactly what you were doing.
Geri seemed to know as well, because next thing, you were pinned to the wall, your mouth stuck to hers, having the most heated and perfect kiss you ever had. She squeezed your breast and you gasped against her mouth as your hands explored her body like she was a sculpture made by Gods for only you to touch. She was fucking perfect.
“I know what you’re doing, Y/n,” Geri broke the kiss and looked down at you. She was taller, yes, but it was the way she was looking at you that made you feel so small, so vulnerable, so… submissive… “Teasing me like that… Fuck, did you know how bad I was restraining myself? Everytime… Everyone stared, and everytime…” Warm, soft breath tickled your ear as she got her mouth closer. The rest was only a whisper, but yet, it was the clearest and hottest thing you ever heard. “Everytime I came back home, I came back home with my panties soaked…”
A whole body shiver took hold of you then and you moaned softly at only her words. You could feel the arousal already filling your underwear as well, your fingers squeezing the part of her body you were currently holding, her hips. Geri bit your ear and pulled on it softly, and another moan left your mouth. “God…”
“Tell me, baby… What do you want now that you have my attention?” She moved to your neck next, her nose brushing against the most sensitive part of your body.
