⛧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʟᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-sʜᴏᴛs!! [ᴘᴛ2]

⛧ thatcherdavis×alternate!reader

⛧ prompt: thatcher goes to your home after receiving many noise complaints from your neighbours, only to discover you in your alternate form.

thatcher exited his car, taking his gun firmly into his grasp. he then stood at your front door, sighing to himself.

with two polite knocks to your front door, he held his breath and waited for any sign of life.

"it's the police, open up." he commanded, backing away from the front door.

thatcher grunted in tiredness and then resulted in kicking your front door down.

from inside, you were collapsed inside your kitchen, fear and despair had paralysed you.

your alternate form had been begging to come out, making you suddenly feel faint and drop to the ground.

"HELP ME! PLEASE!" you yelled from your kitchen, feeling like a panic attack was coming on.

thatcher's eyes widened once he heard you from inside, as he began to desperately kick the door down.

a few grovelling seconds later, and the door was finally off its hinges. thatcher gave a quick smile to himself before pushing the door down.

it came crashing down onto the floor, which caused you to flinch from the kitchen.

and with no further delay, thatcher yielded his gun high and advanced towards your kitchen.

"it's liutenant thatcher here. what seems to be the issue?" thatcher called out to you.

then, he swiftly pointed his gun inside your kitchen before entering the cold room.

the coldness enveloped his body, causing thatcher to begin to shiver.

your eyes met with thatcher's, as he dropped his gun in fear and backed away from you.

he fell to the floor, trying to grab onto his radio to dial ruth back at the station.

"please! i- won't hurt you!" you barely managed to whisper, as you mentally fought with the alternate.

you clawed desperately onto your face, blood beginning to form from your harsh scratches.

bruises and tiny scars littered your skin.

"holy shit." thatcher whispered to himself, staring at you in disbelief.

"please, liutenant," you sobbed, your alternates face taking over half your own face.

its ebony colour began to move to your true face, distorting your vision. your face began to fade away.

with shaky hands, thatcher picked up his radio and pressed the button that called back at the station.

you staggered upwards, smacking the radio away from his grasp. it clattered noisily, ending up on the other side of the kitchen.

"just help me!" you begged, setting your hands onto thatcher's shoulders.

he gritted his teeth, trying to pull away from you. beads of sweat formed on his forehead, dampening his blonde hair that fell in front of his eyes.

"listen kid. you have no fucking luck. you're barely through your last stages." thatcher spat, butterflies forming in his stomach out of fear.

"then just kill me!" you grabbed ahold of his gun and pressed it onto his chest. he looked at the gun and then back at you.

"i can't- not until you're fully an alternate-" tears now pricked his eyes.

"i can't live like this anymore." pools of tears relentlessly poured down your face.

taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed his gun and put it up to your forehead.

"NO!" thatcher screamed, pulling you away from the gun and into his chest. the gun fell from your hands.

he kicked it with his feet, detaining you. he fiddled for handcuffs, quickly slipping them onto your wrist.

without thinking, thatcher then slipped his own wrist into the other handcuff.

eyes widened, he stared at both your hands. "fuck. that was an accident." he said monotonely.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" you yelled out in fear, trying to pull the both of you towards the gun.

"STOP! leave the gun!" he said through gritted teeth, pulling your whole body away from the gun.

you collapsed again back down onto the cold floor, your body fighting against the alternates powerfulness.

"i'm sorry kid.." thatcher whispered, staring at the monster you had become.

"promise me, you'll kill me." you whispered back, in between the sobs that escaped your mouth.

"you'd kill me first." thatcher relaxed against your kitchen cabinets, his legs throbbing in pain.

"and i never got to experience life.." thatcher gazed off into the abyss of your dark and gloomy kitchen.

the pain died down, you sat yourself up and stared back at the handsome police officer.

"what's one thing- you didn't get to do." you tried changing the subject, tried easing the thick tension in the room.

"true love." thatcher answered.

he stared at you, his eyes meeting with your lips. your face became red, the alternate returning back to reclaim your body.

"one kiss.." you murmured.

with no further delay, pressing your lips against his, you and thatcher began to make out in your kitchen.

the kiss was sweet, and warm, as you tried ignoring the pain of the alternate forcibly making itself comfy within your body.

with a gasp, you pulled back and rolled your eyes to the back of your head, collapsing against the floor.

"HEY!" thatcher picked you up, deciding to carry you bridal style. he looked around, realising he had no other choice.

with you in his arms, thatcher ran out your house and over to his police car, where he carefully laid your inside his backseat and drove off to the police station.