#gentry's writing

[fedzkun]

AU WHERE Deku gets sent to Miles' home dimension and Miles 'Fanboy' Morales loses his mind over meeting his favorite anime character of all-time because, apparently, word-of-mouth is that the extremely rare collectible in Miles’ room is modeled after a Deku figure.

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Miles, wallowing in anxiety, holding his mint Deku: “Oh, Deku, my man. We’re really in it now, huh?”

Deku: "Hi! I don't know I got here but I'm here and you look like you need help."

Miles: "HI I’M A HUGE SPIDER-FAN, ahem, I mean, Spider-Man!"

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Deku: "You can create a bio-electric charge?"

Miles: "Yes, but you can actually *fly* though?!"

Deku: "And you can turn invisible too? That's so cool!"

Miles: "Thank you! You're cooler! You have smokescreen!"

Deku: "You're coolest!"

Miles: "You're more coolest!"

Deku: "You're most coolest!"

Miles: "You're more most c—"

(This validation party goes on for forty minutes.)

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Miles: "—and that's how they told me that I ain’t meant to be no Spider-Man. I—where are you going?"

Deku, readying his Air Force gloves in preparation for fist-fighting the entire Spider Society: "Be right back, gonna smash a few bugs. Don't worry about it."

Alright, let's do this one more time. Here's a fic on this concept:

#spiderverse #bnha #mha #atsv #miles morales #midoriya izuku #Deku #across the spiderverse #for Gentry who has shown an adequate amount of love for Izuku and Miles #my writing

[ken-dom]

Alone Together

Sierra Six x gn!reader

2.4k words

∘₊✧ Summary: you take Six to the carnival for your first date, hoping he’ll relax a little

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: this was written for @heresthestorymorningglory’s birthday! Thanks for being my best goose, I hope you have an excellent day when it eventually rolls around 💖 (we were too excited to wait to post our birthday fics). It was SO hard writing Six without sending it to her to check it was Sixy enough!! If you haven’t read her Six, thoroughly recommend.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: fluff, first date, kissing, mild peril?!, mention of clowns

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Six’s arm is secure around your shoulders, almost swallowing you up in his embrace as he keeps you close.

And keeps you safe, of course. Even during his rare downtime, Six was on high alert. You’d never seen someone play a ring toss challenge with such laser focussed eyes and tensed shoulders before, but he got every single one, winning you a red love heart shaped balloon that bobbed along above you as you strolled through the fairground.

It was cute of him to choose the balloon over an annoyingly large stuffed toy, but you know it was partly (mostly) so that if he lost sight of you, you’d be easier to locate in the crowd should anything go wrong. But, really, what did it matter? You’d never felt safer than when you were with him, and your first date is shaping up to be just about perfect; except that you haven’t stopped to eat yet.

The aromas of deep fried doughnuts and roasting onions make your mouth water as you move through the fair, and you fully intend to drag him off for a hot dog or fries when you see a ring the bell game and stop in your tracks, considering it.

Six looks down, seeing your eyes light up, and smiles. But he feels you sigh as you glance at the arm around your shoulders and look back in the direction of the food stalls, forgetting it.

‘Hey, let’s have a go?’ he encourages, lightly squeezing his arm around you.

You huff, amused. ‘Are you kidding?’

‘No.’

‘Nah, it’s huge. And you’re huge!’ You squeeze his bicep. ‘Far too easy, and where’s the fun in that for either of us?’

Six takes a deep, even breath, slowly sliding his arm from around your shoulders as he thinks on it. ‘How about we make it interesting?’

You raise an eyebrow in his direction and he remains apparently unfazed, with both his hands free he pops a Skittle or two into his mouth, chewing leisurely. There’s no urgency in him at all and you realise he’s started to relax. Just a little.

‘If you ring the bell before I do, you choose what we do for the rest of the night.’

‘I fully planned to do that anyway,’ you smirk playfully.

‘Even the haunted house,’ he offers with a tilt of his head, as though it’s a very attractive deal.

‘Oh? Scared?’ 

‘Terrified,’ he quips, tossing another Skittle onto his tongue and sucking for a second before giving in and crunching the sugary shell.

‘Whatever, you just want to show off,’ you wink.

Six grunts, shoving the candy bag back into his pocket, and confidently strides over to swap a five dollar bill for the mallet, assuming the position.

He swings the mallet down to the base with such force that you’re sure will send the little red puck right up to the top of the ten foot pole and send a triumphant ring through the fairground.

But, somehow, he misses. Spectacularly. 

The second time, the mallet conveniently – and comically – slips out of his hand before he swings it, and falls to the ground behind him.

He tilts his head in defeat, a wry smile pulling at his lips.

You glare back, annoyed that he’s doing this to let you win. There’s no way Six, with all his precision and skill can’t manage to wield a simple carnival mallet.

The third time he brings the mallet down, the puck shoots up to just an inch below the bell and drops back to the bottom again without a win. There’s that precision.

With sparkling eyes, he catches your gaze and mutters, ‘Too distracted, I guess. Your turn.’

You narrowed your eyes at him as he leant against the side of the nearest trailer, folding his arms over his chest and trying to appear casual.

You grip the mallet, squeezing your fingers around the handle to brace yourself, and bring it down hard. The little puck shoots up, and you don’t reach the bell, but you’re so close you could kick yourself.

With much less effort this time, you do it, and the bell rings loud and proud through the chatter and music, and you were offered a range of ridiculously large stuffed animals to choose from and take away with you.

Six stayed propped against the trailer, smirking again but blatantly this time, as you picked out a huge panther plushie.

‘That one. Reminds me of him,’ you smile, throwing it immediately over to Six. 

He catches it easily. It looks so much smaller in his hands and you laugh at the frown he reveals as he lowers it.

‘That thing’s yours now. You’ll need to name him.’

‘No thank you,’ Six retorted, holding it back out toward you.

‘I rang the bell, I make the decisions, remember?’

Six’s jaw clenched as he stared at you.

‘Fine. Bruce,’ he eventually grunts, reluctantly sliding the thing under one arm as you slide your arm into the other.

‘You let me win, Six. You’re not getting away with it that easy.’

‘You didn’t want to win?’ he smarms.

‘Of course I did. I just didn’t want you to pretend to lose for my benefit.’

Six sighs resignedly. ‘Hungry?’ he suggests, hoping you can forget about the stupid ring the bell game over a bag of sugary doughnuts together, but an idea lights up in your eyes and you drag him away in the opposite direction.

You pass the stunt cage and watch a peroxide blonde mount a motorcycle, making a mental note to return to here later and catch the next show. But for now, you had other ideas.

‘You mentioned the haunted house?’

Six’s brow furrows again.

‘Oh, impatient are we? I apparently had to win a biassed game to get what I wanted, so I’ll take it at my leisure, thank you.’

Six rolls his eyes and drops back in defeat, leaving you free to stop off at the sweet stall for a big cloud of blue cotton candy on the way.

He watches you as you excitedly point to what you want, still clutching your balloon as he clutches Bruce. He’s in awe at the way you move, the way you laugh with the vendor as though you’ve known her your entire life, the glee on your face as you return to him with the ball of pure sugar.

You reach up to pop a handful into his mouth, fingertips brushing briefly against his bottom lip. He almost lets out a hum at how your gentle touch tingled, but manages to stop it before it erupts.

‘How’s it taste?’ you ask innocently, tearing off a chunk of blue for yourself.

Six blinks away, inclined to answer with something like Not as good as I bet you do, but worried it would be too much. So he stayed silent as you shared the rest of the floss with him.

‘Will that keep you going?’ you ask teasingly, not waiting for an answer. ‘Haunted house next!’

You grab his hand to pull him toward the attraction, your knees weakening slightly as you feel how big it is against yours. You’ve noticed the size of his hands before; big, warm looking palms and long, surprisingly elegant fingers.

‘I’ve never actually been in one,’ you admit excitedly as you stop by the little ticket office to admire it in all its stereotypical horror film beauty. ‘But I’ve always wanted to. I love a bit of a spook!’

Six takes care of the tickets and follows your lead. You step inside and drop his hand as you venture first. A skeleton pops out to wave and you laugh, but then there's a second, unexpected skeleton, and you jump, grabbing his hand again.

Six’s cheeks turn hot at how you find safety in him, but you can’t see the blush colouring his cheeks in the gloom of the spooky corridors. He’s thankful for that.

You move closer when the winding path through the house grows darker, sickly smelling smoke making it hard to see very far ahead of you, and eventually you’re so close to Six that his breathing catches in his throat.

The haunted house doesn’t phase him one bit; he predicts almost every movement before it occurs and has absolutely no fear of the dead and creepy; it’s an occupational hazard that he’s much more concerned with the living and creepy. But having you cling to his arm feels nice somehow. It makes him feel safe and wanted, which is new, and surprisingly pleasant. He doesn’t want you to let go and hopes there's a while before this comes to an end.

A group of ghosts sweeps past and you giggle, but the bizarre gust of wind that accompanies them chills you to the bone. Before you can quite recover, a clown appears right in your path, and you jump enough for Six to automatically pull you closer. Feeling you tremble with the after effects of your surprise, he quickly seeks out a particularly dark, undisturbed corner and tugs you toward it, setting you in front of him so you’re facing away from whatever else is going on in the haunted house for a moment.

‘Hey, you doing ok?’ He sounds lighthearted, but you can tell he’s forcing it, concern lacing his tone.

‘Yeah! Yeah, it’s fun, it’s just…’ you trail off.

‘A little jumpy,’ he nods, as though he agrees, but you know he isn’t phased.

As your eyes adjust in the darkness, they find his piercing blue gaze intense on yours and your heart races a little faster.

‘Need a break?’ he whispers huskily..

You can only nod. The thrill of being scared out of your wits is all part of the fun for you, but being so close to Six after the adrenaline rush, alone together in the dark, renders you speechless. You’ve been drawing closer by the second and now you’re mere inches from his face, can feel his warm breath on your cheek, smell his peppery cologne. Bruce nudges you in the chest and six drops him.

You can’t recall how it started, you just know that your lips were trembling one moment, and pressed to Six’s the next. His muscular arms snake around your waist as his strong hands glide up your back, pulling you flush to his chest and finally letting out that hum he tried to suppress when your finger grazed his bottom lip earlier. It vibrates against you and you think this might be as close to reckless abandon as Six might get and smile against his mouth.

You feel his tongue, hot and wet, trace the join of your lips and you instantly part them, eagerly inviting his tongue to slide against yours. It’s languid and needy, and the taste of the cotton candy you’d shared hits you first. It tastes different on his tongue than yours — more blue somehow — and then the artificial sugary fruit of the Skittles he’d been periodically chewing on all night follows. It’s sickly sweet, but so him you can’t help but find it delicious.

The groans and cackles and clanks of the haunted house fade into nothingness behind you, and it’s just him. Just Six, and you, hidden away. Secure and yet adventurous, safe and exciting. Your grip on the balloon he’d won you loosens and it floats up to the ceiling, somewhere in the dark, ready to be discovered when the carnival moves on.

He shifts a little, suddenly impatient, and deepens the kiss with a quiet moan that sends butterflies soaring in your stomach, and when the fingers tenderly rubbing at the nape of your neck slide up into your hair and scrape against your scalp you all but swoon, thankful he has you pinned against his chiselled frame within those thick arms to keep you upright.

The kiss slows to a stop, and Six pulls back for breath, sighing almost dreamily. He’s smiling at you, but it’s not playful or jokey this time. It’s warm and soft, and unlike any expression you’ve seen on his features before.

‘Better?’ he breathes, already fumbling in his pocket to retrieve yet another Skittle and drop it into his mouth.

‘Much,’ you smile back.

He drops his gaze, coy, and nods. ‘I’m excellent at distraction techniques.’ And with that, his mischievous sparkle is back. ‘Now can we please get some food? Skittles will only sustain me for a few days.’

You roll your eyes spiritedly, and one corner of his mouth twitches, pleased he’s calmed you enough to be mock-exasperated with him.

Six holds an elbow up as an offer for you to tuck yourself under his arm again, and you accept, pulling his forearm up gently to cover your eyes. As cute as the ghosts and skeletons had been, that final clown jump scare just about finished you off.

After collecting discarded Bruce, he carefully guides you back out into the bustle and bright lights of the fair, the familiar melodies of carnival music and the sizzle of the nearby hot dog stall flooding your senses again, and you pull his arm away from your eyes.

‘Thank you,’ you mouth, reaching up to stroke his cheek with a tender caress.

His eyes slide shut and he leans into your touch for just a moment, but he’s quick to snap his gaze back to his surroundings again. Force of habit, you supposed.

You drop your hand and look around too, getting your bearings. ‘So what can I get you? My treat.’ 

His gaze is already trained on the doughnut stand before you finish the sentence. Laughing, you nod and head over without waiting for his confirmation, bringing him back a bag of four deliciously golden doughnuts dusted in thick sugar.

Six eyes you suspiciously as you hand over the little paper bag. ‘I didn’t give you my order.’

‘Didn’t need to; I saw you eyeing them. To be honest, even if I didn’t, I could’ve guessed.’

Six, paused with a doughnut half way to his mouth, raises a questioning eyebrow at you. 

‘Six. Come on. You taste like sugar.’

Six blushes deeply. He’d never considered how he might taste. He felt exposed, but in a good way? He wasn’t sure how to explain it. You see it this time, and smile inwardly.

‘What, you want my fries instead?’

‘No, no, I’m good,’ he protests, taking a bite big enough to tear the first doughnut clean in half and mumbling through a full, sugary mouth, ‘thank you.’

#sierra six x reader #sierra six fluff #sierra six fic #sierra six #the gray man #the gray man fic #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling fluff #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fic #court gentry #court gentry x reader #court gentry fluff #court gentry fic #ken-dom writes

[castieltrash1]

omg. sierra six smut with perhaps choking?? 😊😊

dom!courtland gentry x afab!reader; smut, reunion sex, choking/breath play, mentions of weapons/missions ♡

Courtland’s palm is rougher than you remember it being before he left. When his fingers dig into the side of your throat, restricting the airflow to your brain, you feel less like one of his targets and more like his weapon. The submissiveness of your position is rendered obsolete by the way he grips you, your body becoming an extension of his own. It’s as if he’s imagining the hilt of his knife or the stock of his pistol when he touches you, the sensations of his mission lingering despite the fact that it ended days ago.

His gaze is sharp, icy blue eyes thawing slowly in the presence of your warmth. He’d been overseas this time, the trip back cutting two days out of what was already bound to be a short break. When his thumb presses firmly against your artery, you’re reminded of the fact that even though he always washes off and patches himself up before coming home to you, his instincts don’t leave; the way he touches you is always reminiscent of something more.

You hiss through your teeth as he rests his weight against you, buried so deeply in the heat between your thighs that it’s no wonder your lungs are desperately fighting for air. The sheets beneath you gather under your knuckles and you feel one of your legs twitch helplessly, adrenaline kicking in as your body seeks leverage against the mattress.

“Shhh,” Courtland soothes, his other hand cupping the bend of your knee, holding you still and opening you up to him all at the same time. A gargled sound escapes your mouth when the change in angles lets him sink even further inside you, forcing your sensitive clit to rub against his firm body. The edges of your vision begin to blur before he eases an inch or two of his cock from your throbbing cunt, his grasp loosening. “Breathe, breathe.”

Your chest burns as it fills with sharp, cold air, and Courtland only lets you take a few shuddering inhales before his mouth meets yours, the dryness of your palate wettened by his eager tongue. His kiss goes from desperate to gentle in a matter of seconds, and when he pulls away with the hint of a smile, you know he’s finally come back home.

gosling sleepover

#sierra six smut #courtland gentry smut #courtland gentry #the gray man #sierra six #the gray man smut #courtland gentry x reader #sierra six x reader #gosling sleepover #t: writing #anonymous #answered

[chadillacboseman]

Some Kind of Torture

Pairing: Court Gentry (Sierra Six) x Agent F!Reader Warnings: Oh boy! Torture, blood, injury, weapons, death, sex (it's protected, though!) Word Count: Like 2k? A/N: This movie is living rent-free in my mind right now. Court needs all the love. Lloyd stans begone.

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Six is no stranger to pain.

In fact, he does some of his best work when he's in pain. He thrives in it.

There's a dull ache in his face from the butt of the gun that had struck him earlier, and parts of his shirt are wet with blood that has bloomed from the wounds on his torso.

He focuses on the throbbing, the stinging, the burning. Every ache keeps him grounded.

The man in front of him mutters something in Russian to a soldier in fatigues on the other side of the room. Six catches some of it- "battery", "cables".

He knows what's coming.

It's not like the spy thrillers he used to watch as a kid- there's no car battery wired up to jumper cables or live wires pulled from the power box here.

The charger is on wheels, hooked up to two paddles not unlike those of a defibrillator.

Six focuses intently on a crack in the wall.

"Last chance to talk," the man speaks with a thick accent as he switches on the machine and it hums to life, electronic gauges reflecting a voltage Six knows too well.

"I'll pass, thanks," he delivers the retort without a second thought, eyes still focused on the wall. He remembers to keep his tongue behind his teeth.

The first shock is short. At most, 3 seconds.

Every muscle in his body contracts, straining at the ropes that bind him until the paddles leave his exposed chest.

"Not the answer you wanted, Drago?" Six smirks as the man screws up his face in anger.

The second shock is longer.

"You want the pain to stop? Talk."

"Nah, I'm starting to like it."

The man adjusts the dial to a higher voltage. Six ponders the origin of the crack in the wall.

Outside the door, there's a sudden commotion- the sound of bodies hitting the wall and muted gunshots. A man's voice yells something in Russian and a shot pings off the metal door.

"That doesn't sound good," Six cocks his head as the hallway outside goes quiet and the man exchanges a furtive glance with the soldier in the room, "Not even gonna check on your pals?"

In an instant, the metal door is off its hinges, erupting in a cloud of debris. The soldier takes a bullet between the eyes before he can even react.

The torturer isn't far behind. His body hits the floor with a muted thump and the paddles clatter to the floor beside him.

Six's ears are ringing as you step out of the cloud of debris and into focus.

"Took you long enough. The rope almost disintegrated on its own," he jerks his head backward and you roll your eyes.

"A simple 'thank you' would suffice."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot my manners when I had 200 volts on my chest," Six retorts.

You move behind him and slash the ropes on his wrists and ankles. The unblinking eyes of the torturer seem to follow your every move. A thin line of blood oozes between them and curves along the bridge of his nose, pooling on the floor at Six's feet.

"We have no ride home for the time being," you sheathe your knife as Six rises slowly to his feet, "But there's a safe house in Saint Petersburg."

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The safe house is dull- windowless and devoid of furniture, save for a bed and a kitchen table.

There's a shower, though, and that's all Six cares about right now.

His shirt clings to him as he unbuttons it and peels it from his body, caked with blood and sweat from two days of imprisonment.

You watch him from the doorway, eyes transfixed on his form as he undresses. He has more scars than you can count- a roadmap of his years of service to the agency.

"See something you like?" Six cocks and eyebrow and you laugh in return. He loves that sound.

Hell, he loves you.

Six didn't think it was possible to feel the way he does about you.

He feels like a lovesick schoolboy, able to drop his hardened exterior, if even just for a moment.

The shower is refreshing, melting away the blood that is dried to his skin. Six watches it circle the drain until the water runs clean. He slings a towel around his waist and makes his way to the bedroom.

You're sitting on the bed, engrossed in a novel you've been trying to finish for months. You've re-read the same sentence six times.

"Still working on that book, huh?" Six smirks and you sigh in defeat.

You let your eyes wander across his broad chest, down his stomach and to the frayed edge of the towel that dips just below his navel. You feel as if you're about to vibrate out of your body with spare energy- a way you always felt after a successful mission.

"You need to blow off some steam, baby?" Six croons, his mouth twitching into a sly smile. He loves the way you look up at him, doe-eyed and like putty in his hand.

Before you can even nod your head, his mouth is crashing into yours, teeth nipping at your lip. He slips the towel from his waist and lets out a lustful groan when your hand brushes against his cock. He slips his tongue into your mouth and swallows your moan when his hand palms your breast through your shirt.

"Lose the clothes," he mutters against your mouth, and you comply without hesitation, pulling away for a moment to shed your shirt and jeans.

"Damn," Six lets the word fall from his mouth before he can stop it, his eyes raking over your body hungrily as you lie back on the bed.

"See something you like?" you echo his earlier remark and he grins in return.

Six rummages in the wallet on the nightstand until he finds a condom, slipping it on before climbing on top of you. He hikes your legs up around his waist and buries himself inside you with a breathless moan.

"Court-" you stutter out his name and he feels his head go light at the sound of it.

No one calls him Court anymore. Only you.

Six wishes he could stay like this forever- lost in you and punchdrunk on the feeling.

Each of his thrusts is overwhelming, the angle lets him hit you so deeply that you can hardly think straight.

"Fuck-" Six drops his forehead to yours as he fucks you, "You feel so good, baby."

It's strange to hear his little terms of endearment fall from his lips- so out of character for the calm and collected agent you see in the field.

He pulls back from you and snakes a hand between your legs, brushing his rough thumb over your clit and sending a shockwave through you.

"Court, please," you whimper and he feels his chest swell with pride at the way he's making you feel.

"You close?" he murmurs and you nod frantically. He wants to send you over the edge. He needs it.

Six works your clit, thumb expertly circling the tender nerves as he fucks you. He drops his mouth to your chest and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, grinning against your breast when you arch up into him.

"You gonna cum for me?"

His words send you toppling over the edge, clawing at his chest as you crest your high and cry out his name.

He wishes he could listen to that sound on repeat.

Six knows he's close now- he can feel the tension in his gut as he rocks against you with with building desperation. You whine beneath him, his name tumbling from your lips as he pushes you far past your orgasm and into the unbearable.

One final stuttering thrust and he's done, panting and sweating in the quiet of the safe house bedroom. He kisses your forehead before pulling out slowly, chuckling when you whine at the sudden absence of him.

"Feel better?" Six glances over his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom to clean up.

"Mhmm," is all you can muster in response.

When he returns, he climbs into bed next to you and you melt into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps a broad arm around your frame.

Six wishes he could have you like this every night- to give you the domesticity he knows you deserve.

But he can't right now. You both know that.

For now, nights like this will have to do.

#sierra six x reader #court gentry x reader #ns/fw #my writing #the gray man

[doubleohsixsierra]

⎡ 𝙖 𝙧 𝙚 𝙮 𝙤 𝙪 𝙢 𝙞 𝙣 𝙚︖ ⎦

court gentry x afab!reader

minors go away go awayyyy!

my first fic or drabble. it’s short but i don’t know how many words. and unedited.

smut, fingering, reader is said to have a vagina, jealousy, delayed orgasm, some angst, using a guy to make six jealous, anything else please lmk

Other Writings

like he is in a fight, in your bed court grunts and growls. hands take advantage and grabbing wherever you leave open. nipples, neck, clit. it’s all with the precision of a skilled fighter, knowing how to go for the kill, to have you screaming within seconds. or, his hands take their time, torturing you until all you are are moans and breathlessness.

right now he’s going with the first option. or is it a mix of both? each time you get inches from your orgasm taking over, he takes it away. moving his attentions elsewhere on your body or sometimes completely stopping. he waits for you muscles to untense before he starts going in on you again, getting you back the that place you had been only a minute ago.

his fingers curl, pressing extra harsh into the spot that makes lighting shooting up your spine. it’s painfully delicious.

“six” you moan. “please”

you pissed him off. flirting with another man at the bar, no protest when he asked to buy you a drink. laughing, dancing, leaning.

but he pissed you off first! he fucked you and cuddled you then insisted there was nothing between you. he was your body guard and sometimes you fucked. that was it.

so you were only showing him that you understood by flirting with the other guy, right?

“hm” six teases. “what do you want?” he pretends to be clueless. but he curls his fingers again and presses his thumb to your clit.

it’s a touble not to squeal “to cum!”

“yeah?” he makes sure.

you nod.

“why don’t you ask that loser to make you cum then? you think he’ll be able to?”

“no, no!” you hold onto his jacket tightly. “need you. want you.”

his other hand curls you jaw. “and why is that?”

you whine “because i’m yours. all yours court”

six leans down to kiss you “good girl” he says before his lips touch yours. with the praise you cum, feeling your walls squeeze his fingers tight. you almost cry with relief.

when you relax again, six pulls his fingers out but you push him down before he pulls away. he lays in the bed now and you climb over him. “now” you put your hand around his erection.

“are you mine?”

#sierra six x reader #court gentry x reader #ryan gosling #sierra six #court gentry #the gray man #sierra six x you #court gentry x you #my writing

[danime25]

Jingle All The Way

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Six and his wife take on their first mission as a married couple. Shopping for their beloved daughter Claire

*Content/Tags: Fluff, Couples Taking Things Way Too Seriously, Shopping

*Rating: E for Everyone

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

“So I’m just going to meet up with Jenna and Ashley in the food court. I’ll text you if we go anywhere else.” Claire told her dad

“Okay, love you. We’ll meet back up at 3.” 

“Okay. Love you too.” Claire made a little peace sign with her fingers and made a run for the food court. Meanwhile her father and mother turned around and pulled out a map of the mall that his wife had in her purse

“So we need to hit… Barnes and Nobles for those books Claire likes.”

“On it.”

“I’ll go to Kohl’s and get some sweaters.”

“Then we take on Gamestop together?” Six asked her, looking up from their pre-planned route

“Then we can go to Sephora.” She nodded, her eyes still fixated on the paper

“What do we need from there?” Six raised an eyebrow

“Well I wanted a perfume…” She started, “You bought it for me already didn’t you?”

“Can’t say, sworn to Santa secrecy.”

“That only applies to Claire.” She huffed but shook her head. “Okay, let’s break.”

“Break.” He replied and they went in opposite directions in the mall. He sprinted past people who were on their phones, arguing about what color to buy a toy for their kid. He scooted around teenagers waiting in the mile long line for Starbucks all in an effort to get to the bookstore. The employees gave him a weird look as he dashed into the store from the mall entrance but he made a straight line to the Young Adult section for Claire’s books. He thumbed through the dividers until he found the last name of the author he’d been given by his daughter. There were books written by him that weren’t the one Claire asked for, but he’d definitely seen in her room. Finally, the series seemingly popped out in his line of vision and he grabbed every book from the shelf. He held onto them and carried the stack up to the register. The employees begrudgingly rung the total up for him and he flashed his credit card up against the machine. He flipped through his phone for a second to see where his wife was on the agenda.

“Stuck in line. Sweaters. Go on without me.”

With that, he made a beeline to Gamestop.

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“Going to…”

“Do you really need to tell your dad everything?” Claire’s friend rolled her eyes as she waited for Claire to finish typing.

“Yes.” She replied, not lifting her eyes up from the screen

“Why?”

“Because… my parents are on a mission.”

“A mission?”

“Yeah.” Claire sighed

“Is that why they’re using maps like weirdos instead of looking up the mall map on their phones?” Claire’s other friend asked

“Yeah.” Claire shook her head, “Mom thought it’d be more fun.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah. I know.”

---

Six had made it to Gamestop when he saw his wife making a run for him. He held his arms out as she basically landed into him

“Hi Honey.” She smiled, “Managed to get out of there with more time than I thought.”

“Good.” He smiled back at her and kissed her, “Ready?”

“Ready.” She replied and let go of her husband. She got in the line to buy a system with a game face on, ready to deck a Karen if it meant getting a system for Claire. Six couldn’t have been more proud of his wife if he had tried. She smiled at him and waved as she waited. He waved back to her and thumbed through the games. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he checked it. Claire was moving from the food court towards Kohl’s, which would put her right on their path. He makes a gesture saying that they either needed to buy the system or get out of Gamestop right now when she makes it to the counter. She quickly buys the console and they hide behind the clearance bins as their daughter passes by.

“I don’t think she saw us.” She sighed out of relief

“We should be clear.”

“Anything else we can get here today?” She asked Six. He pulled the map out from his pants pockets and took a quick glance of his notes

“No, we’re good.”

“Okay, you go to the car and get the presents in the trunk. I’ll go run my errand.”

“Okay. Love you.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek

“Love you too. Whatever you do, don’t move the car. That parking spot is gold.”

“I know.” He nodded as she went off on her own. Six decided that this would be the perfect time to go buy her her gift.

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[someplace-darker]

Kinktober Day 1: Floor Sex | Sierra Six x Reader

Pairing: Sierra Six x reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+, PWP, floor sex, no protection (wrap it!!!), blood, canon typical violence, reader is afab but no pronouns are used, maybe slight choking?

Summary: After being attacked you and Six find yourselves alone in a safehouse together that has a surprising lack of furniture

A/N: I haven't written in months and i have worked nonstop lately so this is late and a bit rushed! but i hope you like it there is a serious lack of Six fics out here

You’ve never seen shit hit the fan so fast in your entire life, which is saying a lot considering the long track record of carnage you’ve seen in your time on this planet. Quite honestly you think you blacked out during most of it, only catching bits and pieces of what was happening along with the bits and pieces of bad men being splattered across your face. 

It was going to take weeks to get the smell of blood out of your nose, and even longer for the taste. 

You glance to where Six now sits in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall to get a better view out of the window, and you want to push the stray blood crusted hair out of his face. “Does Fitz at least know where we are?” you question, pulling your legs to your chest as if to make yourself smaller to create more room for a conversation. Six wasn’t a very talkative person, you knew this from the months you had spent together. But fuck if you didn’t want to make him speak, make him say something to break the silence that had gone on since the moment he grabbed your hand and tugged you away from the crime. It’s wishful thinking.

“No.”

He seems perfectly collected, body relaxed with his legs stretched out on the carpeted floor, eyes attentively flicking back and forth between the laptop camera feed and the window. The only thing slightly out of place was the brief flicker of his jaw tensing, twice in succession. Six was raised and trained to compartmentalize any overwhelming feeling that he may feel, but the months you’ve spent with him and the time you’ve taken to analyze every movement he makes tells you that despite his demeanor, he’s livid. 

You don’t particularly feel like poking the bear, but you’re scared and covered in blood that (mostly) isn’t yours, so you think you have the right to be curious. Unstretching your legs, you push up and onto your knees so you can hobble closer to him, waddling to his corner of the room so you can sit to his left. “Okay. Does that mean he won’t know it at all?” 

“Maybe.”

He’s fucking exasperating. 

The tension in the room builds with each second that passes, your annoyance and his silence combining into a thick, unswallowable cocktail. You sit like that for the next several minutes, occasionally glancing at him as the sun outside the window sets behind the mountains and the moonlight falls over the walls that surround you. Surprisingly it’s Six who reaches out first, palm finding its place on your thigh, the blood in your cheeks burning hotter when his fingers flex.

“I know you want answers, and the truth is that I don’t know them yet,” he speaks, voice low and focused. It takes a few structured breaths before you can look at him, lifting your head to level with his stare. There’s always been something between the two of you, something unspoken and untouched left to collect dust beneath the surface of whatever facade you had put up. But now that he’s looking at you with a heaviness you haven’t seen from him before, you know it’s different. 

“It’s okay,” you manage to murmur, breath catching when his eyes flit to your mouth and his fingertips press harder into your leg. The leftover adrenaline from the night's events pushes through your veins with a renewed vigor, moving you forward until your mouth meets his, a sharp inhale coming from both of you. 

Part of you wonders if this is how Six’s targets feel. He’s all consuming, plucking every single coherent thought from your head until it’s all him. How his mouth moves against your lips, his hand grips the back of your neck, how he guides you back until your shoulders hit the carpet. There’s a push and pull that has you grinning against the chase of his lips, and you know he can feel it.

No words are spoken as clothes are shed, frantic hands tugging at blood-soaked cloth before his hand slides under your back so you arch, giving his fingers room to undo your bra. You should be put off by the amount of red stains resting on your skin but nothing else seems to matter when Six’s focus turns to the button on his pants as you shimmy your shorts off. 

The dim lighting in the room doesn’t give you the satisfaction of being able to look at him properly, the most of what you can make out is the outline of him as he leans back to toss his jeans, fingers reaching out to skim along the scars that indent his skin. Six seems to freeze at this, struggling to decide between what you assume to be fight or flight. After a moment he grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to press a kiss to the skin of your palm, his free hand tugging your body closer to him and readjusting your legs to wrap around his hips.

You can feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, moaning softly when he grabs himself in his hand and repositions to press against your entrance. “Hey,” Six grunts, the control being held in his strained jaw “I need to know that you want this. That you want me.” Shimmying your hips closer, you hum with thinly veiled satisfaction when Six groans, hand planting itself beside your head. “I want this,” you assure, shifting once more “I need you.” 

That’s enough confirmation, and he takes no time pressing into your cunt, something akin to a whimper escaping your lips. You had known that he had to be big, just with the way he carries himself, but fuck this is much better than anything you could’ve prepared yourself for.

Your legs tighten around him as he thrusts into you a few times, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. “Fuck, honey,” Six grunts, leaning down to catch your lips once more. It’s less pretty this time, more knocking of noses and biting of lips, he inhales your gasps as he rocks into you faster, your back scratching against the carpeted floor and it’s so much.

“You make it so fucking hard to stay away from you,” he speaks breathlessly, huffing out a laugh when you cry out his name and dig your nails into his shoulder blades. “Years of training to be indifferent just for you to smile at me and not blink an eye when I have to do my job- jesus christ you’re taking me so well,” you rock your hips up to meet his thrusts, words blinking out of your vocabulary as his cock presses to the most delicious part of you.

Six rolls your nipple between his fingers before dragging them down the middle of your stomach, finally reaching where you need him most when his thumb presses down onto your clit. Pinpricks line your skin, legs trembling “Six, please, please.” 

“C’mon honey, let me see it, want you to feel good,” he groans, leaning back to look at your face when you finally come, gasping as he fucks you through it. All of it is overwhelming, the wave of chills that wrack your body seemingly the closest you’ll ever get to tasting paradise. You can tell that he’s close when his hand presses to your throat and his head drops, fucking into you faster than before but with less rhythm.

“Inside,” you manage to speak, though your voice is hoarse. Six looks at you, searching for some hint of hesitation on your face but finds none. He follows soon after, laying his weight on top of you as he comes with a strangled moan.  You lay like that for what seems like years, collecting your scrambled thoughts and running your nails up and down his back.

“Hey Six?” you say, smiling when his chest rumbles against your own.

“Yeah?”

“We should probably shower.”

He pulls back to glance between your bodies, sweat covered and bruised with some hints of blood “duly noted.”

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[serendipity-in-love]

Ginny & Georgia (TV Series 2021– )

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[writing-wh0re]

bestie I’m feeling like Lloyd and Six fighting over reader but in a smutty way you know??? please??😩😍

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Pairing: Sierra Six - Court Gentry x reader / Lloyd Hansen x Reader (kind of)

Word Count: 2310k

Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Angst(?), Jealousy, Semi Public Car Sex.

A/N: I'm kinda back, kinda not. Sorry my posting has 0 schedule and is super random, but I hope you love this!

As a kid I never thought about a life where I would have to live mission to mission and in dodgy hotel rooms.

But it’s just how my life ended up.

“Miss, your drink.”

I snap out of my thoughts, looking up at the bartender as I smile, grabbing the drink from his grasp.

I look around the room discreetly locking eyes with Lloyd Hansen, his eyes racking up my body taking in how the red silk hugs my figure.

I raise the glass to my lips, flicking my eyes away from Lloyd.

“I’ve got his attention.” I whisper against my glass, flicking my eyes around the room looking for Sierra six.

‘Good girl.’ Butterflies erupt inside of me at the praise.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone.” His voice is raspier than I expected, a tingle running up my spine, oh no.

I smile at Lloyd, quickly downing my drink causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Bartender! Another for the lady.” Lloyd says holding up my empty glass.

“You dont have to do that.”

“I insist.” Lloyd whispers looking me up and down.

Blush heats up my face, my mind fighting against itself.

‘Is that blush I see?’ Court’s voice whispers in my ear as I feel my mouth go dry.

“What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?”

Lloyd chuckles, his head falling back slightly.

The bartender places my drink down in front of me, tipping his head toward me before rushing to other paterons.

“I find it hard to believe you don’t know who I am.”

I raise an eyebrow as I sip my drink.

‘Be careful.’ Court whispers as Lloyd looks over in Court’s direction, Court’s seat now empty. I release a breath, thankful for his disappearance.

Lloyd leans in closer to me, his lips against my ear.

“It’s easy to spot a Sierra, especially when there’s two.”

‘Bathroom.’ Court whispers.

“I’m sorry?” I was shocked.

Lloyd licks his lips, a wicked smirk on his face.

“Dumb doesn’t look good on you.”

“Excuse me.”

I slip off the bar stool quickly rushing away from Lloyd, feeling his presence behind me.

“Six, where are you?” I whisper, rushing down the hallway to the bathrooms.

I look behind me, my stomach dropping at the sight of Lloyd pushing through the crowd.

My body runs into something, rather someone. His cologne hits me before I look up, my body relaxing against him.

Court’s eyes quickly looked over me, studying me as if Lloyd had hurt me.

Lloyd chuckles, his hands resting behind his back, eyes dark.

“Sierra Six, or should I call you by your real name?”

Court’s grip on my hip tightens as he pushes me behind him slightly. Does he seriously forget that I’m an assassin?

Court scoffs rolling his eyes, his hold never loosening on my body.

“Why don’t we keep this civil?” Court suggests, his eyes looking past Lloyd at the general public.

“Please, I know you both love to put on a show.”

My eyebrows knit together, Court’s jaw tightening.

“Oh no no.” Lloyd chuckles, leaning against the nearby wall. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

I open and close my mouth to object, but Lloyd cuts me off.

“Two nights ago, you both decided you were fed up with pretending to ignore your feelings and fuck on the balcony.” Lloyd winks at me as I hide behind Court a little more.

“You sound delicious by the way babygirl.”

“Enough.”

Lloyd raises an eyebrow chuckling.

“You were the ones putting on a show.” Lloyd states putting his hands up in defence.

“Plus, what kind of name is Court?”

I watch Court’s whole body tense at the mention of his name on Lloyds tongue.

‘If we leave he will follow.’ I whisper, knowing Court can hear me through the earpiece.

“Go.” Court whispers, pushing me away.

I stumble slightly, looking between the two men before turning and running away.

“C’mon now! Don’t tease me!” Lloyd shouts before the sound of fists hitting skin and grunting fills the hallway.

The hallway bends to the right, the green exit sign flicking above.

“Six!”

‘Go…. without….. Me’ The earpiece crackles, hearing hit after hit.

I jiggle the handle, it is not budging. I scoff before falling to my knees and picking the lock.

Click the sound is music to my ears and racing heart as I pull the door open.

“No.. no no no.” I chant, the door opening to a brick wall. “How is this regulation?” I mumble.

“Oh Y/n!” Lloyd yells in a singsong voice. My heart pounds in my chest, butterflies filling my stomach.

If he wasn’t such a physco, he would be a total catch.

I look around the hallway hoping for another door or window, anything.

“Hi baby.”

“Fuck.”

I look over at Lloyd, his eyes looking me up and down.

“I can’t believe you went for him.”

“C’mon six.” I whisper.

“Six won’t be joining us.” My heart sinks, Lloyd has to be bluffing.

I quickly trace my eyes over Lloyd’s body, his arms almost bulging out of his shirt, blood stains across his strong abdomen and his pants tight against his thighs.

I mentally slap myself, stop checking out the enemy, he is literally a psychopath.

Lloyd strides towards me, causing me to back away from him. I brush my hand against my leg attempting to feel for my knife. My stomach drops, the emptiness of my thigh holster causing a panic to set over me. My eyes fall on the black and silver blade in the middle of the hallway.

“Y/n!” Court calls, my heart leaping in my chest. Lloyd turns his back slightly, looking towards Court. Before I can think I’m running down the hallway towards him, stupidly.

Lloyd grabs a hold of my waist, pulling me off the ground and against his hard chest. I thrash around, elbowing him in the shoulder as his grip loosens. I wiggle out of his grip, slapping him across the face and pushing him backwards. I turn to run towards Court with zero luck as Lloyd trips me, my body hitting the hard floor, my lungs struggling for air.

“Not so fast Princess.”

“You’ve got a hard hit, I’ll give you that.”

Heavy footsteps thud against the ground as Court rounds the corner.

Lloyd pulls me against his body. His hand resting just below my boobs, his thigh against my ass.

“God, you smell incredible.” Lloyd whispers, his lips against my ear.

I keep my eyes trained on Court, studying his every move, trying to figure out his plan.

“You’re a selfish son of a bitch, you know that?” Lloyd chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back.

Court cracks his neck, walking towards us as Lloyd pulls me further against him.

“C’mon now, you can’t send her in here and expect me to just let her go.”

“Lloyd.” I whimper, his grip on my body deathly tight.

His hand wanders up my chest, brushing against my boobs as my nipples prick up at the sudden touch, it doesn’t go unnoticed. Lloyd’s hand settles around my throat, pulling me more against him.

“Court.” I whimper, Lloyd’s grip tightening.

“That’s a little insulting baby, my hands on you and another man's name on your lips.”

“Lloyd.” Court warns.

Lloyd chuckles, his lips brushing against my neck, small kisses being placed on my warm skin.

Oh fuck, this shouldn’t feel good.

My lips part, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck.” I whisper, my body tingling at his touch. The whole scenario caused a buzz to fill me.

“Good girl.” Lloyd whispers, his hand moving from my neck to grope my boob.

“Y/n.” Court whispers, the earpiece causing his voice to ring through my brain.

My eyes snap open, focusing on the man in front of me rather than on me.

God this is wrong, so so so wrong. But so fucking good.

Lloyd pulls away from me, his eyes locking onto Court.

Lloyd drops his weapon at Court’s feet, guiding my body over to the nearby wall and caging me against him.

“I’m sure you can share Six.” Lloyd winks, his hands on my skin.

“Stop, Y/n doesn’t want this.”

Lloyd chuckles, looking into my eyes as my lips part, looking between him and Court.

“Y/n know’s how to stop me.” Lloyd states, his eyes looking over towards my knife on the floor, knowing full well I could swing this and stab him.

“This is so wrong.” I mumble, Lloyd’s lips brushing against mine.

“Then stop me.” He whispers, his lips crashing against mine. His moustache scratched against my skin softly. I melt into the kiss, my hands falling to his shoulders.

Lloyd moans against my lips, I open my eyes and look towards Court, winking at him as he shakes his head.

Court pulls Lloyd off my body, replacing him with his own.

His lips on my neck.

“This better be a part of your plan.” Court whispers against my skin.

“Grab my knife.” I whisper, kissing Court as he chuckles.

“You really aren’t someone who share’s are you?” Lloyd mocks.

Court pulls away from me, gesturing for Lloyd to take his place.

Lloyd smirks, stalking towards me as his lips latch onto mine. I run my hands up and down Lloyd’s chest, before feeling his body go limp against me, a groan filling the air.

Court used the butt on my knife against Lloyd’s head. Before digging the knife into Lloyd’s shoulder.

“You….cunt..” Lloyd groans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Go before he wakes up.” Court instructs as I usher out of the hallway. I quickly fix my appearance before walking into the crowd of people, the music thumping louder than before. I push my way through, walking outside as Court stands beside me, a black SUV pulling up in front of us.

“Get in.”

I smile weakly, climbing into the car and pulling out my ear piece.

“You took it too far.”

“Did it make you jealous?” I tease, causing Court to tense, looking out of the window.

“What did you expect me to do? He had us cornered, you were down and my knife was missing.”

“You didn’t need to throw yourself at him.”

“It let his guard down!”

Court scoffs, shaking his head.

“And yours.”

“So you’re mad at me for improvising and getting us out of there?”

Court shakes his head, his jaw clenching. His hand wraps around my throat, pinning me against the seat.

“I'm mad that you liked it.”

“Then help me forget him.”

Court’s eyes flick from mine to my lips. He locks the two way window between us and the driver, his lips locking with mine.

His tongue parts my lips, his tongue tracing mine as his hands run up my body.

“God.” He mumbles, his fingers pinching my nipples, his mouth muffling my moans.

“Court please.” I wiggle my hips up, his hand caressing down my body, cupping my pussy.

“You’re dripping.”

I bite my lips, tossing up whether or not to tease him.

“Lloyd’s doing.”

Court grunts, his hand slapping my drenched pussy.

“Don’t be a slut.”

His fingers slip past my panties, circling my clit extremely slow causing my eyes to flutter shut.

“Please.”

Court sucks his mark into my skin, his teeth grazing against me.

“Use your words.”

“Court, fuck me.” I whimper, grinding up against his fingers.

“Do you deserve it?”

“Court.” I moan, my head falling back against the seat.

The sound of his belt buckle fills the air, his hands fumbling with his pants as I pull my underwear down my legs. I push him back against the seat, straddling his lap.

The car slows down, turning a corner as Court holds me against him, his cock brushing against my swollen clit.

He runs his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness before stretching me out.

“Fuck.” We both moan in unison.

Our eyes lock together as I move my hips slowly, his fingers slipping my dress down my body, my boobs falling out of the silk.

His lips wrap around my nipple, biting at the hardened bud.

I run my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands as his hips meet mine. The rhythm of the car moving and our hips rocking together creates the perfect motion.

My toes curl at the pleasure flowing through me, the sounds falling from Court’s lips causing butterflies to fill my stomach.

Court’s hand’s move to my ass, guiding my hips to chase his high.

"So good Court."

"Better than him." Court groans as I nod.

“Say it.”

“Better than Lloyd.”

The confirmation causes Court to pick up his pace, fucking up into me faster causing my rythem to falter.

“Right there!”

Court’s fingers pinch my clit, rubbing it in fast circles.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop.”

“You’re so tight.”

My pussy clenches around Court’s cock, our lips locking together as I fall apart, cumming around his dick.

Court lifts my dress, watching his cock slip in and out of me, the passing street lights showing my cum glistening against his skin.

“Fuck baby.” Court moans, his cock twitching inside of me, hot ropes of cum filling me.

I pull Court closer to me, our lips locking together, savouring the moment.

“I won’t kiss Lloyd again.”

Court smirks, chuckling.

“If I can stab him again, then I encourage it.”

The car comes to a stop causing both of us to rush to put ourselves back together.

Once dressed, Court rolls down the two way window, tipping the driver who shakes his head.

“Fitzroy is calling.”

“Good luck explaining it.” I wink, getting out of the car and walking in front of Court, turning back and blowing him a kiss as he smiles.

Maybe mission to mission and dodgy hotels isn’t such a bad thing.

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[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the death of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

#(the quote is by Richard Woodville in his deathbed will; he was the last of the Woodville brothers to die) #elizabeth woodville #woodvilles #my post #to be clear I am not arguing that the death of an English gentry family name is some kind of giant tragedy (it absolutely the fuck is not) #I'm trying to put it into perspective with regards to what Elizabeth may have felt because we know her family DID feel this way #writing this kinda reminded me of how I am just not fond at all about the way Elizabeth's experiences in 1483-85 are written about #and the way lots so many of the unprecedentedly horrifying aspects are overlooked or treated so casually: #the seizure and murder of two MINOR sons and the illegal execution of another; #her sheer vulnerability in every way compared to all her queenly predecessors; how she was harassed by 'dire threats' for months; #how she had 5 very young daughters with her to look after at the time (Bridget and Katherine were literally 3 and 4 years old); #how unprecedented Richard's treatment of her was: EW was the first queen of england to be officially declared an adulteress; #and the first and ONLY queen to be officially accused of witchcraft #(Joan of Navarre was accused of her treason; she was never explicitly accused of witchcraft on an official level like EW was) #the first crowned queen of england to have her marriage annulled; and the first queen to have her children officially bastardized #what former queens endured through rumors* were turned into horrifying realities for her. #(I'm not trying to downplay the nightmare of that but this was fundamentally on a different level altogether) #nor did Elizabeth get a trial or appeal to the church. like I cannot emphasize this enough: this was not normal for queens #and not normal for depositions. ultimately what Richard did *was* unprecedented #and of course let's not forget that Elizabeth had literally just been unexpectedly widowed like 20 days before everything happened #I really don't feel like any of this is emphasized as much as it should be? #apart from the horrifying death of her sons - but most modern books never call it murder they just write that they 'disappeared' #and emphasize that ACTUALLY we don't know what happened to them (this includes Arlene Okerlund) #rather than allowing her to have that grief (at the very least) #more time is spent dealing with accusations that she was a heartless bitch or inconsistent intriguer for making a deal with Richard instead #it also feels like a waste because there's a lot that can be analyzed about queenship and R3's usurpation if this is ever explored properly #anyway - it's kinda sad that even after Henry won and her daughter became queen EW didn't really get a break #her family kept dying one by one and the Woodville name was extinguished. and she lived to see it #it's kinda heartbreaking - it was such a dramatic rise and such a slow haunting fall #makes for a great story tho

[fedzkun]

Fedz, I am horrified by your tags. Summaries are fun and easy? I have delayed fic posting by several days because summaries are awful to write. While I have never taken longer than five minutes to find a fic title. What is your secret? Whose soul did you steal for that power?

You take FIVE MINUTES to find a fic title?! You can just pick a specific limited number of words to encompass the entirety (tone, theme, brand) of your fic within 300 seconds, the tenth of the amount of time it takes for me to wake up in the morning?! THE TITLE, which might be acronymized one day and what your readers will refer to when they talk about it in their little servers and blogs and tiktoks? Do you have any idea how much I fret over accidentally making my titles have an accidentally rude acronym? Or how sometimes my first titles are too bland, easily recreated and duplicated? You pick them in five minutes and they're iconic as is??

Summaries are fun because I literally just spit on the keyboard and the summary box is filled for me. Better than A.I. (Not that I'd ever use it). If only I could do the same for the main body of my fics.

#my real secret is that I do the summaries first because it gets me excited to write the main #it's like a project proposal to myself #i also list the tags in advance to nail the tone #i do have working titles but i don't settle on one 'til the end #after crying #gentry comrade #ask box fedz

[webbo0]

Finally getting around to actually posting all the fanfics I've written lol, anyways here's some Six Angst!

This was an old one, but I still like it!

#ryan gosling #court gentry #courtland gentry #sierra six #the gray man #fanfiction #the gray man fanfiction #Sierra Six fanfiction #x reader #ao3 #my writing

[whatroguewrites]

That time I got reincarnated as a doomed side character by @gentrychild in a nutshell

The low-key sentient world to Izuku:

Izuku:

#rogue says #that time i got reincarnated as a doomed side character #i read this wonderful new fic #written by gentry #and OH MAN #IT WAS A FLIPPING BLAST #the shade thrown at katsuki #izuku’s determination to keep on living #in spite of his new home world #literally wanting him to die #it’s all just… so… awesome! #if you see this gentry #thanks again for writing this fic!

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 31: Hand Job || Sierra Six/F!Reader

Day 31: Hand Job Summary: Six comes back from a job, and you give him a hand. 1067 words. Female/AFAB reader Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: public sex, hand job Notes: It’s not October anymore, I know, but I wanted to finish these. For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.      **Tag list is gone, please follow @wbslibrary​ **

It wasn't ideal, being penned in against the washing machine by Six. However, the scrape of his goatee against your neck more than made up for it. Ever since you patched him up in your bathroom the two of you would end up tangled up in each other. His hands settled on your hips, rough fingertips brushing under the hem of your shirt, skimming over warm skin. “I missed you,” you murmur, biting back a soft sound when he starts to nibble and kiss at your neck. He’d been gone for a week, citing work. He had asked you to watch after Claire, and the teen had seemingly loved camping out in your living room.

He chuckles softly, “I thought about you a lot.” One of those large, warm hands slides under your shirt, resting at the small of your back, pulling you to him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t call.” “I understand,” sure you’re curious, but there’s no point in pushing for more information about his work. He moves seemingly in shadows, and all he’s given you is he works for the government. You don’t ask, he doesn’t offer anything other than that. “Claire missed you.” You feel his smile, a soft laugh huffing out against your neck. “I could tell. She’d text me even though I couldn’t message her back.” “She’s a good kid.” You say, he hums noncommittedly, lifting his head when your hands ease under that tight black t-shirt he’s fond of wearing. He’s so warm and solid under your hands, a soft little grunt coming from him when your thumbs brush over a new wound. “Really?” “It’s healing.” He murmurs. “You can kiss it better later.” He tips your chin up, mouth slotting over yours, kissing you slow and easy. You moan into the kiss, lips parting under his tongue. Six pulls you closer, pressing every hard plane of his body against yours. Your hands are flat against his stomach, the muscles flexing under your touch. “I could kiss it better now.” You look up at him, pausing at the open want on his face. He licks his lips, shaking his head. “We don’t have time for that.” Claire was due home from a friend’s house any time now, and you had left her a note letting her know you were doing laundry. “Not enough time to do it properly.” The intent in his voice sends shivers down your spine. Six’s hips rock against you, and you feel what he’s working with, and you know that once you get him out of his clothes, that there wouldn’t be enough time. “You can’t see the kid like this.” One hand slides down his torso, his breathing ragged in your ear. You cup the bulge in his pants, squeezing gently. “Want to give me a hand?” You look up at him, mentally rolling your eyes at the wide grin on his face. It’s almost cute, almost. “Are you serious?” “You don’t have to.” Six says quickly, “I was just playing around. It’ll go away.” “Six,” you say softly. “I’m teasing you.” Voice soft, attempting to reassure him. Under your fingers you feel his cock twitch. “I’d like very much to give you a hand.” You work at unbuckling his belt, feeling his eyes heavy on you. “I also like your corny jokes.” “I’ve got a lot of them.” Six says softly, the hand at the small of your back curling against your skin. “But they can wait.” You unbutton his pants, lowering the zipper. He’s quiet, breathing a little faster, the curve of his body heavy as he rests his head on your shoulder. The sound that spills from his throat is damn near intoxicating when you palm at his erection through his boxers. “Still alright?” His groan rattles your bones, embedding under your skin. “Please, don’t stop.” He murmurs your name, nuzzling against your neck. His mouth is soft, so soft, pressing gentle open mouthed kisses along the curve of your throat. “Need this, need you, and you’re driving me crazy.” Managing to get his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, you find yourself blinking when it slaps against that tight, hard stomach. He’s proportionate, thick, the tip glistening with precome. There are a few prominent veins that you’d love to trace with your tongue, but once again you’re painfully aware of the time constraint. A low groan rumbles through his chest when you wrap your hand around his cock, stroking slowly. Teasing your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading precome along the shaft, he catches your mouth in a slow kiss. He's heavy and warm in your hand, twitching when your wrist twists on the end of the upstroke. A light squeeze just under the head of his cock, and he gasps, hips rocking into your hand. “Like that?” You’re breathless, caught up in the way his eyes are half closed, lips parted, head tipped back, losing himself in pleasure. “Yes,” he grits out. “Just like that, baby.” Six breathes out. He’s thrusting into your hand, and the slick, wet sound encourages you to stroke faster, keeping up with his pace. He’s absolutely gorgeous, especially when he’s moaning your name softly. Another kiss, then one more which turns into two, three—four, you lose count. Still stroking at his cock, loving how he reacts to you. Swallowing the small sounds he makes into the kisses, his hands gently gliding up and down your back, one resting just under the band of your bra, those long fingers barely brushing the underside of your breasts. Hesitantly that hand slides over the cloth, gently groping, a low soft sound muffled as he breaks the kiss, face buried in the curve of your neck. “M'close,” He murmurs, voice vibrating through his chest. When you tighten your grip, slowing, he whines—the sound damn near music to your ears. Six comes, spilling over your hand. His cock pulses, and you can’t look away from the relief chasing across his face. He’s gorgeous, and the low soft moan paired with your name is one that you won’t forge for a long time. You stroke him through it, pulling away only when his whimper is tinged with being oversensitive. His hands tremble as he fixes his pants, tucking himself away. “Welcome back, Six.” You look up at him, licking the spend from your fingers. /end

#kinktober2022 #wbskink #sierra six/reader #sierra six/you #shelly writes #court gentry/reader #court gentry/you #The Gray Man

[doubleohsixsierra]

. �� ݁ ˖ 𝒚 𝒐 𝒖 𝒇 𝒐 𝒖 𝒏 𝒅 𝒎 𝒆 ☾ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Court Gentry x reader

787 words. Unedited. If I do I’ll stress out

Creepy men following you, but court saves you, violence

Other Writings

“Hey baby” the man across the street with his friends says. You know he’s talking to you because there’s no one left for him to greet.

You don’t react besides grabbing your pepper spray in your purse. When you pass the group and reach the next light on the sidewalk you think you’re now safe, until you hear the multiple footsteps behind you.

“Come on sweetheart, no smile for me?” The man grabs your arm that’s holding the pepper spray. You can’t use it on him, even if you tried he’s already overpowering you. He won’t let you take another step, risk of falling otherwise.

“Let go—” Your voice is soft and weak. You clear your throat and try again. “Let go of me.”

“Aw” the man coos, his friends laugh. “M’sorry baby, I just couldn’t help myself.” He lets go but now five men are all around you.

Your hand tightens on the can. You know you will only be able to spray one man before you get restrained, and then it’ll only be up to how good you fight.

In the middle of you trying to figure out which man you should pick to pepper spray, there’s another set of footsteps farther away.

There’s a blonde man turning the corner and limping, he seems to be surprised there are other people outside at the time when he sees you and the men around.

His hand is on his side and he grunts. You don’t know if he’s in pain or if he’s annoyed, but he slows down as he gets closer and looks at the way you’ve been backed into the side of a car.

“Everything okay here?” He looks from one man to the next, and then you at last. He raises his eyebrows and you know the question was meant for you.

The men that had followed you are all looking at the new comer so you take you chance and shake your head delicately. Thankfully none of them noticed your action.

“Yeah, we’re good” one man verbalizes and steps in front of you.

“Okay” your possible savior sighs and stands straighter “we’re doing this.”

In a flash, the blonde man the has the one closest to him on the ground before he moves onto the next one. He punches once to the man’s face and then another one to ribs.

The other men begin to kick into action. One attacks the blonde man from behind. He attempts to use a choke hold, but the blonde man while his second victim is bent over and fighting for breath, grabs the wrist of his new attacker in both hands. He pushes the body part in different directions and then twists. There’s a snap and a scream and then the injured man retreats to the sidelines.

The second man regains his breath and steps back up to the blonde man with his fists back up.

The blonde huffs and grabs the opponent’s left elbow and spins him so he faces his back. He swings his arm around and hits the man’s temple. He crumbles but he is quickly replaced by a fourth man.

He gives a better fight than the men before him, but it’s still no match. Some punches are exchanged before the blonde wrestles him into a choke hold like the other man had tried to do.

That’s when the fifth man, the one who had been propositioning you, attacks.

He’s had a knife the whole time and now points it into your savior’s arm that is wrapped around the other man’s neck.

He opens his mouth for a threat, but you decide it’s time you help. You rush behind the man with the knife and with you pull your hand from you purse. It is still wrapped around the can of pepper spray. You copy the way the man had incapacitated the second victim and bring the can down onto the man’s temple with force.

He falls the same time his friend does from the loss of air, unconscious.

You swallow and take in all the men passed out, except for the man who is holding his wrist. He’s already running away from the scene.

“That’s not for me, is it?”

You look back to the blonde man when he interrupts your thoughts. He gestures to the pepper spray in your hand and you realize this is his attempt to relax you from the situation.

You shake your head and drop it back into your purse. “Thank you”

He shakes his head as if he did not take on five men to help you.

He takes one step but keeps his eyes on you. He’s still limping. “Can I walk you home?”

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In my head Six was just walking back from a more higher stakes fight when he sees you. The second fight is easy for him but he’s just annoyed lol

Maybe I’ll write a smutty part two?

#six x reader #sierra six #court gentry x reader #court gentry #the gray man #sierra six x you #court gentry x you #ryan gosling #my writing

[danime25]

You Had Me At Soup

masterlist // ao3

*Summary: While in the Sierra program, Six never got sick. Now that he was adapting to civilian life with Claire and the woman he roped in to play Claire's mom, he seemed to be down with a bug of some kind.

*Rating: T For Teen

*Content/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fake Dating, Pining, So Much Mutual Pining, Sickfic

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

A gift for a friend, enjoy!

Six heard the plink of fat raindrops hit the window of his bedroom. In between the rhythm of the precipitation, a splitting pounding in his head. He tried to sit up, but that seemed to only make the pain worse for him. His stirring woke up the woman beside him and she saw as he curled back up under the covers.

“Six?” She asked him. She sat up and her hand ended up resting on his forehead, “Oh you’re burning up.”

“I need to take Claire…” He made an effort to sit back up before deciding getting up was overrated

“I’ll take her to school. You have to rest.” She said in a soft tone. Sure it was soft, but he knew it wasn’t a suggestion.

“Okay.” He sighed, “Tell Claire I love her.”

“I will. I’ll go wake her up.” She got up and closed the door behind her. As quickly as he woke up, he went back to sleep. It was only a 30 minute nap, he confirmed so with a quick glance at his phone. He sighed and checked his phone,

“Sent 1 Minute Ago

Got Claire to school, be home soon.”

“Okay.” He whispered to himself before getting up to go to the bathroom. He looked like shit. He’d never been this laid up over the flu before, but he supposed his immune system wasn’t operating at 100 percent just yet. Something about the healing process after almost dying. He managed to muster enough energy to hop in the shower and clean up his facial hair but even that seemed like too much. He crawled back into bed bitterly and looked up at the ceiling. By the time he was back in bed he heard the door jingle open and she called out into the house,

“I’m home!”

“Hi.” He tried to shout back, but this only brought on a fit of coughs. She opened the bedroom door and came over to him

“How long did you sleep for?” She asked him. It was like she was a nurse doing rounds.

“About 30 minutes.”

“Six.” She tisked, “Get some more rest. I’ll wake you up after I’ve made lunch.”

“Yes ma’am.” He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. She stood by his side until she saw the weight of his body sink into the mattress and went down into the kitchen.

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He jolted up in bed and looked at his phone to check the time. 2 hours and 14 minutes. Better. He got up out of bed and wrapped the spare blanket around his shoulders to walk down to the kitchen.

“Hey.” She turned around to face him, “I just finished… I could’ve brought it up to you.”

“It’s okay.” He sat down at the island, hunched over and rubbing his hands together for warmth.

“Here.” She brought the tray over to him. A roll of saltine crackers, some soup that was warm to the touch but not scalding, and bowl of peeled oranges

“I could’ve peeled the orange myself.” He said to her, popping a wedge into his mouth

“I know you could’ve.” She returned his highly guarded sarcasm with a cold wall that worked just as hard to keep him out as it kept her inside herself. He wanted to break it. He needed to know how she felt… felt about the situation he’d pulled her into. About him.

“Thank you.” He replied after a couple seconds of silence. He took the spoon and blew on the soup before bringing it up to his lips. He let the soup linger on his tongue for a little too long just to make sure his taste buds were still intact. Practically the only sense of his not shot to hell. It tasted… wonderful. It was somewhere between made from scratch and straight from a can but the line seemed to blur. The pulled pieces of chicken were tender, but the noodles weren’t melting into nothingness. He tried to skirt around the piece of celery and carrots that were floating in the broth, until he saw her leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. He looked back down at his bowl and took a spoonful of the veggies up to his mouth. She nodded silently and turned around to start working on dishes. He had to force himself to get the celery down, but he managed to finish it and went back to savoring the fruit. He got up to grab a drink and she pointed at a glass to her side, filled with water. He nodded and took it back to his seat. When he was done with his meal he thumbed around with the cabinets on his side of the island to grab a piece of gum. He wasn’t able to find any so he grumbled quietly and went to rest on the couch. He turned the TV on to just flip through his options. It gave his fingers something to do while the rest of him was bedridden. He decided on something he’d seen a couple of times as a kid and just listened to it. It reminded him of days when he’d watch something with his brother… it was just what he needed to lull himself back to sleep. He woke again a couple of hours later when the house door opened. Clare tried to be quiet, but she couldn’t help running over to Six to tell her about her day.

“Hey, Six.” She smiled at him, “Guess what?”

“What?” He sat up

“You know that math test I was freaking out about?”

“Yes I do.”

“I passed it.” She pulled the paper from her backpack and showed it to him, “I got a couple of answers wrong, but I got the foundation down. I talked to Mr. Garcia about what I could do better next time, and he helped me figure it out.”

“I’m so proud of you.” He gave her head a little scruff, “Didn’t it pay off to work on it?”

“Yeah. You know it’s my hardest subject.” She sighed, “I just hope I can remember it for the final.”

“You will.” He reassured her before she stole the TV remote from the footrest in front of Six. She started flipping through channels before stopping on a teen drama of some kind.

“I know you’re quiet Six, but you’re not normally this quiet.”

“It’s fine Claire.” He replied

“He’s been sick all day.” His partner peaked her head into the room and explained to Claire

“Six.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been taking care of him all day.” She walked in and put a fruity electrolyte drink in front of him. With his daughter and her looking at him, he took a swig of it and swallowed it down. It wasn’t bad tasting by any means, but his body wasn’t used to it. After he took a minute to grow accustomed to it, he drank it down quickly.

“That’s good.” Claire sighed, “You’ll be okay tomorrow though right?”

“Yeah. It’s just another Thursday.” He smiled at her, “I’m going to head up to my room. Let me know if you need me.”

“I won’t, get some rest.” Claire yelled after him as he was halfway up the stairs. Like a shadow, the woman followed him up the stairs and went to the master bathroom. He heard her rummaging for a minute before she opened the door.

“What did you do?” He raised an eyebrow

“Just made you a bath.”

“You saying I stink?”

“It’s good for the sinuses.” She replied as she got under the covers of their bed and pulled out the book she’d been working on for the past couple of nights.

“Fine.” He went into the bathroom and saw the water waiting for him. He removed his pajamas and sunk in as far as he could fit in the tub. He let his head rest along the edge and took a deep breath. Something peppermint smelling wafted through the air. It was relaxing. Despite having slept the whole day away, he could have fallen asleep there. Would tonight be the night? When he finally let go of all reason and kissed her forehead in a way only a husband and wife should. Would she give into the desperate pleas in his eyes as he wanted to be held all through the night? With a sigh he pulled himself out of the lukewarm water and grabbed a towel. He went back into the bedroom and saw her curled up to her side of the bed, resting her head against the back of her hand on her pillowcase. Slowly he inched forward and as he was about to kiss her cheek, he pulled away fearing she might still be awake. When she didn’t react to him in her space, he laid next to her on his side. He faced away from her and shut his eyes. He felt the weight in the bed shift but stayed still. He felt the tips of her fingers linger along his spine and her face pressed into his back. This being before her lips touched the spot where his shoulders met with his spine. He controlled the shiver he felt as she made contact with him and acted as though he was out cold.

“Feel better.” She whispered, the air pushing against his skin before she rolled back over. Six waited in silence until he knew she was fully asleep before getting up out of bed and walking down to the kitchen.

“I’ve gotta go.” Claire hung up on whoever she was talking to and looked over her shoulder, “Hi Six.”

“Hi.” He replied, sitting down next to her

“Aren’t you going to ask who I was on the phone with? Oh it was just a friend from school, don’t worry Six. Hey…”

“I’m fine Claire.” He insisted, when Claire picked up that he wasn’t responding to her usual dry sense of humor

“No you’re not. Is it because you’re sick?”

“No.”

“Is it because of her?”

“No.” He lied

“Six.” She sighed, “Just tell her how you feel.”

“I don’t have anything to tell her.”

“Well then you should show her.”

“There’s nothing to show her.”

“Six you’re so frustrating to deal with sometimes.” She huffed, “I need to go to bed anyway. Good night.”

“Good night.” He sighed as she left. He grabbed a pack of gum to chew on while he sat and contemplated. He couldn’t keep this up. This would breach every rule he learned in the Sierra program, to let himself be vulnerable with her and tell her how he feels. Still it killed a piece of him every day knowing that she wouldn’t crack before he did. “Why me…” He shook his head and went back upstairs to finish sleeping for the night. He woke up the next morning feeling about as well as he did the day before, if only slightly better. He was able to get up on his own, but at her insistence she drove Claire to school that day again. When she got back she did another check on him.

“Not nearly as feverish, but still high.”

“That sucks.” He sighed

“I’ll make you lunch again.” She said, matter of fact

“Fine.”

“Do you want something different?”

“Surprise me.” He curled back under the covers, knowing she’d tell him to anyway. She went downstairs and started making noise as she looked for an appliance. While she was distracted with that, he decided to hit the shower once more. He didn’t feel like he could nap again even if his life depended on it, so he decided to flip through one of her books she had finished while he waited for the smells from the kitchen to waft up the vents. He lost himself in the book though, because he saw her attempting to open the door while holding his tray of food. He rushed to the door and held it open for her and she quietly thanked him. He nodded and got back into bed. “Smells good.”

“Thank you.” She replied. It looked like she had more to say, but whatever it was she didn’t. He looked over the tray, the soup didn’t have veggies floating in it but was a pureed consistency with a bright yellow base. There were some spices sitting on the top layer, and without bothering to look at what she had put on the side, he dug in. It was warm and comforting, and it felt more nourishing. He put down the spoon and drank it straight from the bowl before muttering about how good it was.

“Thank you.” Her face cracked with a gentle smile. He moved on to the bread on the side, pulling it apart with his fingers and looked over at the bowl of fruit. Strawberries today. Not his favorite, but surely she had a reason to give him those so he ate them with the little fork she had included on the side. She sat on the edge of the bed as he finished up and he pushed it away from himself. “I’ll go take this downstairs.” She leaned in, and Six leaned in towards her. Her body not anticipating this, her lips nearly brushed up against his forehead. They both sat still and she darted her eyes away from his gaze. He took her head into his hand and forced her eyes back up to meet his. He let everything that he felt pour into his eyes before she broke contact and kissed his forehead. He took a hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. He held her hand against his chest before kissing it once more. She moved closer to him and tilted her head so as to kiss him before he stopped her. When she looked at him with confusion he explained,

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

“Maybe it’s worth it.” She said before her lips made contact with his. He wrapped his hands back around her neck as he made an effort to deepen the kiss.

“I’ve… fallen for you.” He said, not wanting to admit how long he’s wanted this

“I have too…”

“Be honest with me.” He said, with the implication of ‘Bare your soul to me’

“Yes?”

“How long have you felt this way for me?”

“I…” She didn’t want to tell him, she had built this wall around herself and if she said anything her protection from feeling was gone. Six knew it all too well, which is why he wanted to hear from her first. “The first couple of months after you told me you needed someone to act as your wife was fine. I fell in love with Claire as though she was my own daughter the minute I met her…. And you, it felt as natural as breathing to feel as though we were in love.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve never had to act because I’ve felt from the bottom of my heart that you were my ‘one’. I was just afraid that you didn’t return my feelings.”

“I understand.” He sighed, “I’ve had feelings for you pretty much since the same time. The way you take care of Claire… when you chewed out the admin.”

“You like me yelling?” She raised an eyebrow

“It was cute honestly.” He smirked back, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man in so much fear before. I was a little scared too.”

“You have nothing to fear, my love.” She kissed his cheek with a smile as she pulled away, “Now… you should rest.”

“I should.” He sighed, “But would it be too much if I asked you to stay by my side?”

“How?”

“Just lie in bed with me.” He replied

“Okay.” She put his tray on the side table and got under the covers with him. They stared at each other before Six closed the space between them with her in his arms. She rested her head against his chest for a second before he said,

“I…”

“Yes?” She looked up at him with doe eyes

“I have to tell you, I wasn’t asleep last night… When you kissed me. It gave me the courage I needed to tell you how I felt today.”

“Oh.” She said before hiding her face back into him

“Can you… hold me like that?”

“You want me to spoon you?” She asked

“Yes please.”

“Anything for you.” She kissed his cheek before he rolled over. Her arms were like magnets to his torso and they pulled his back into the front of her body. She moved up in the bed so her head could comfortably rest on his shoulder and she kissed the back of his neck. His hand worked its way over one of hers and threaded his fingers in between the spaces left by hers. He took a deep sigh as he felt the weight in his chest lift. Sure he was still sick, but with her by his side he had a feeling that he’d recover that much quicker.

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