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lathalea · 2 years

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Let Armitage Summer Splash Begin!

The summer is almost here so it’s about time to have some fun! Are you a writer or an artist? Have you seen at least one movie or series with Richard Armitage? If so, @fizzyxcustard and @lathalea would like to invite you to join us in our little creative event! Our mission this June is to show some appreciation to this great actor!

☀️ THE MASTERLIST: 💦

🍧 WEEK 1🍧 WEEK 2🍧 WEEK 3 🍧 WEEK 4 🍧 WEEK 5 🍧

🏖 RULES 🏖

It’s all pretty straightforward. Every Sunday (starting May 29th) we’re going to post a set of 7 RA-related prompts for the upcoming week of June. We are going to send the prompts a few days in advance each week so that everyone has enough time to prepare. Posting starts on June 1st. There is going to be one prompt for each day of June consisting of three elements: a trope, a quote, and an image. You can pick one of them, two – or all three of them, whatever inspires you the most. Feel free to create works (fics and ficlets, art and sketches, drabbles, moodboards, gifsets and so on) for all 30 June prompts – or just pick the ones you like. It’s up to you! And now – the details:

☀️ 1. Like and reblog this post. ☀️ 2. Choose a RA character to go with the current prompt of the day, and create a work inspired by it.

☀️ 3. Post your work optimally on the day the prompt belongs to. If you can’t make it, make sure you post between June 1st and July 7th latest.

☀️ 4. Tag each work with #Armitage Summer Splash and with the name of the character you picked. Oh, and please tag both @fizzyxcustard and @lathalea as well so we can see your work!

☀️ 5. We will shower your post with reblog love as a part of our RA Summer Splash celebration!

☀️ 6. At the end of each week, please fill in this form and let us know about your posted works. We will include them in our masterlists for the event!

☀️ 7. If you complete all the 30 prompts, let us know at the end of the event via a DM - we’ll have a little something for you as a thank you for participating!

☀️ 8. We gently encourage you to, share, comment and reblog works of others creators taking part in this event. Let’s cReAte some buzz and appReciAte all the wonderful creators! ☀️ 9. Have fun, be kind, and stay positive 💙

☀️ 10. And remember, normality is cheese sandwiches! 🧀🍞

🍹 FAQ 🍹

💦 Do I really need to write one fic/create one art every day in June? Not at all! You can choose to use as many prompts as you like. It can be one prompt a day, one prompt a week or one prompt in total — whatever feels best for you. The only requirement is to post the final works not later than on July 7th. We encourage you to post your works on the days they belong to (so it’s best to post a fic for June 1st prompt on June 1st) , but we know everyone’s lives are busy so it’s okay if you happen to post them a bit later.

💦 How long should my fic be? How detailed should my art be? Because of the nature of this little event, we chose to leave this decision to you. It’s a busy month for everyone! Your work can be as long (or short) and as detailed as you like. No requirements. Your fic can be one sentence long and your moodboard can contain two or three images, including the one in the prompt, and it will still be fine!

💦 Can I write fics/create art in advance? Of course! We only ask you to post it in June (preferably on the prompt dates). In case you are a bit delayed, make sure to post your last works on July 7th latest so we can add it to our masterlists.

💦 I want to write a fic about Thorin, but the prompt feels like a Modern AU to me. Can I write modern!Thorin instead? That’s a great idea and yes! Any AUs are allowed, go wild and write spaceship captain Raymond de Merville, victorian Lucas North, pirate John Thornton, inquisitor Father Quart, bodyguard Thorin - whatever your imagination throws at you. As long as these characters are unmistakably themselves, all is good! (And yes, Everyone Lives AU is also a valid choice!)

💦 Can I create a NSFW piece? Yes, of course you can. Just please remember to tag it in an appropriate way and use all the usual tumblr precautions for posting NSFW content.

💦 I don’t want to miss out on any announcements for the Armitage Summer Splash. Can you tag me in your posts? We’ll be happy to! Just let @lathalea or @fizzyxcustard know and we’ll add you to the taglist.

💦 Can I use the image from your prompt in my work? Feel free to do it! You are welcome to use it as an illustration for your fic or as a part of your art. We don’t own the images – all the credit goes to their respective owners. Thank you, Pinterest!

💦 And what about you? Are you going to sit back and just read our fics/look at our art? No! We’re going to take part in this event too, along with everyone else. Apart from that, each week we’ll create a masterlist of all the fics/art created in this event by the participants!

💦 I have another question… Feel free to send an ask or DM to @lathalea or @fizzycxustard.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️ Armitage Summer Splash ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️ Weekly Prompts/Masterlists:

🍧 WEEK 1

🍧 WEEK 2

🍧 WEEK 3

🍧 WEEK 4

🍧 WEEK 5

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legolasbadass · 2 years

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Safe

Relationship: Daniel Miller (Berlin Station) x reader

Summary: Three days ago, Daniel was sent on a top secret mission, and you still have not heard anything from him. Just when you start to fear the worst, he finally returns home.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Some angst, 18+ content

A/N: I recently re-watched Berlin Station and could not get this idea out of my head. Very little research went into this fic, it’s all about the smut, so please don’t come at me for inaccuracies or clichés.

Read the fic on AO3

Three days. For three days, you had no news of him.

Daniel had been unexpectedly assigned to a mission requiring him to infiltrate a dangerous Neo-nazi group. He wasn’t allowed to communicate with you during the mission, of course, but the total lack of any news from him after three days left you feeling sick to your stomach.

You couldn’t ask anyone to give you information since no one at the station knew about your relationship with Daniel. It was against the rules—part of the reason why for a while, neither of you had acted on your feelings. But those feelings only grew with time until they caught fire, and though you both knew the risks, you rather liked burning together. At first, you thought your relationship—which couldn’t really be called a relationship, as it was almost just about sex—might not last. Keeping it a secret would only make it easier to pretend like nothing ever happened between you when that came to pass. But six months later, you both knew it was so much more than sex, and now you kept your relationship a secret to protect yourselves. From headquarters, from the BfV, and even from fellow officers at the station. You trusted Daniel with your whole heart, but you could never be sure about anyone else. Now, however, you felt very alone, and you would have given anything for an ounce of comfort from anyone.

Three days. Not knowing where he was or how he was faring was killing you. At this point, you started to wonder if he was even alive.

No. He was alive. He had to be. You would have known if something terrible would have happened—the whole station would have found out. That was your only comfort. That and the fact that Daniel was so unbelievably stubborn that he would probably survive just to be able to prove to everyone that he could.

But as the day drew to a close, you found it harder and harder not to imagine the worst. You couldn’t concentrate on anything; whenever your phone rang or you saw Robert or Valerie rushing through the hallway, you felt your heart leap in your throat, desperate for any news of Daniel but also dreading the worst each time. You silently cursed the fact that you were just a case officer and hadn’t been assigned to this mission.

Around 4 pm, you stepped into Valerie’s office to hand her a file she had requested, then, despite all your best intentions, you finally cracked.

“Any news?” you asked, willing your voice to remain still.

Slowly, Valerie looked up and met your gaze, remaining silent for a moment. You hadn’t told her about you and Daniel, but you were sure she suspected—she knew you too well—and the way her eyes softened as she looked at you seemed to confirm your doubts. After working together for a few years, you and Valerie had become good friends. You knew there were things she couldn’t share with you, but you also knew her well enough to know that it pained her not to be able to give you the information that would bring you the comfort you needed.

“No news, I’m sorry,” she said in a strained voice. “The mics went off almost the moment they went in, but we have the whole building under surveillance, so we should know if something happens.”

Something. You hated the ambiguity of the word practically more than you hated her uncertainty, but you nodded anyway.

“Why don’t you go home?”

“I can’t,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

Valerie watched you for a moment more, then stood to rest a gentle hand on your arm. “You need to rest. Go home.” You looked down at this unmistakable command. “I’ll call you as soon as I hear anything.”

“You will?”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” you sighed, and without another word, you walked out of her office, feeling crushingly defeated.

***

You couldn’t go home. You couldn’t be alone in your apartment, but Valerie was right, you couldn’t stay at the station, so there was only one other option. Daniel had given you a key to his apartment in case of emergencies, but you knew he wouldn’t mind. He would understand. He would definitely tease you about it, but he would understand.

It was pitch black inside, with only the dim, distant lights of the city coming in through the large windows to guide your way to the light switch. As soon as you turned the lights on, his cat meowed and pressed himself against your legs, causing you to smile. Then you thought of the many nights you had woken up to find the cat sleeping on your pillow or snuggled between you and Daniel, and your heart tightened in your chest.

Working for the CIA was a dangerous job, and it was common to lose people on the field. After nearly ten years in the institution, it was a hard truth you had learned to live with; you simply could not survive in this job if you couldn’t bury your feelings and keep going. But ever since you and Daniel started dating, it became increasingly difficult for you to accept that. And with everything going on at the station, you began to worry every time you were apart, and each time he kissed you, you feared it might be the last time.

You were so stupid. So fucking stupid. This was why there were rules prohibiting workplace relationships. It was too risky, too difficult. And now, as you stood in his apartment, dread clogging your throat and clouding your vision, you cursed yourself for ever falling for him. But, really, how could you blame yourself? He was cocky and stubborn, yes, but he was also kind and funny, and despite his often cold exterior, he was always so tender with you. And it didn’t help that he was absolutely, irresistibly gorgeous. His dark, neatly trimmed beard that was surprisingly soft, his deep blue eyes that never failed to melt your heart, and his tall, broad frame that was as intimidating as it was comforting. In truth, you were surprised you had been able to resist him as long as you had.

After feeding the cat, you dragged your feet toward the bathroom, then undressed. A shower momentarily helped soothe your aching muscles, but the stabbing pain in your chest only grew with every minute that dragged on without news from Daniel. You couldn’t bother to get fully dressed again, so you simply put on your panties, then borrowed one of Daniel’s shirts. A dark green sweater, one of your favourites. It smelled like him; that spicy, masculine scent, with a hint of pine from the soap he used. You remembered the first time you had seen him wearing that sweater. You had just started sleeping together, and you woke up in his bed on a rainy Saturday morning to the smell of eggs and bacon, then he walked in with a tray, wearing that green sweater, looking so cozy. The memory was nearly as comforting as it was heartbreaking, and when you sunk into the couch and wrapped yourself in a blanket, you let out a deep sigh, desperately trying not to cry.

Then your phone rang.

“Valerie?” you answered as soon as you saw her name on the screen.

The way she spoke your name sent shivers down your spine.

“What is it? What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she began slowly, her voice strained. You could hear people rushing around and telephones ringing all around her. “We heard some gunshots, so we prepared to get some backup in the building. Then there was an explosion.”

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, then rushed to turn on the TV. “I thought he was just going undercover with that Neo-nazi group to find out their plans.”

Valerie sighed but made no further reproach about your knowledge of this classified mission. “We don’t know what happened.”

On the news, a reporter stood before a crowd of policemen and ambulances, and between her report and Valerie’s voice in your ear, all you managed to hear was that two bodies had already been uncovered. Your heart sank to the bottom of your chest.

“Daniel,” you said past the painful constriction in my throat. “How is he?”

“We don’t know—”

“Valerie, what the fuck? Get someone in there, now!”

“You know we can’t do that. It would compromise the mission—”

“Bullshit. I’m going—”

“No you’re not!” she thundered, and even through the phone, it made you falter. “You’ll risk compromising the mission and placing him in even greater danger.”

“You mean if he’s not already dead.” The words escaped your mouth before you knew it, and as they hung in the air around you, you bit down on your lips to swallow back a sob. You desperately tried to be hopeful. Daniel couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be. But the silence at the other end of the line was deafening, and you shook your head in frustration.

“We are doing everything we can,” Valerie said.

Unable to hear one more bullshit reassurance, you hung up and threw your phone on the couch. It bounced off a pillow and hit the floor with a thud you knew promised a cracked screen. You didn’t bother to pick it up. Instead, you curled up on the sofa and shut your eyes, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your chest and the dark thoughts haunting your mind.

***

Daniel’s entire body ached. That incessant pounding in his head was driving him insane, and though the cut on his chest wasn’t bleeding that much anymore, it hurt like a bitch. He had a short moment of panic when he stepped into his apartment to find the lights and TV on, but then he saw you asleep on the couch, and suddenly his injuries hurt a little less.

Your phone was on the floor, badly cracked, and he wondered how it got there, but then he saw you’d been watching the news. He quickly turned it off before focusing his attention on you. With a gentle hand, he brushed off the hair from your face, and when he noticed your puffy cheeks, he felt like the biggest asshole ever. Of course, he was only doing his job, and you both knew how dangerous it could get, but he couldn’t fault you for being worried. If your roles had been reversed, he would have gone crazy sitting back, not knowing if you were safe. He hated himself for worrying you, and all he wanted to do was hold you and make love to you and tell you how sorry he was, but you looked so peaceful, and he really needed a shower.

Taking off his clothes was uncomfortable, to say the least, but that was nothing compared to the burning pain that shot through his body when he stepped under the shower spray, but eventually, it faded away, the warm water soothing his aching muscles. After washing his hair and body, he tried to dry himself, pulled his boxers back on, then foraged through the cabinet to find bandages. He had just finished covering the wound on his chest when he heard you stirring.

“Daniel?” you spoke tentatively, the cracking of your voice further evidence of your tears.

He stepped out of the bathroom, and despite all his aches, he smiled at you.

“Daniel!” you exclaimed, relief flooding your voice as you rushed across the room and threw yourself into his arms.

He groaned at the contact, but the pain was worth it. Nothing was better than holding you in his arms, and he squeezed you tight, one of his hands holding the back of your head, and when you pressed yourself harder against him, he realized just how afraid he had been of never being held like this by you again.

“It’s okay—I’m here, darling.”

“What happened?” you asked, looking up to him, and when he met your eyes, filled with tears, his heart tightened in his chest.

“It all went to hell, that’s what happened.”

“What about the explosion?”

“They were planning an attack. But it’s all over now,” he sighed, the last few days and the horrors that filled them still fresh in his mind.

You gulped, looking away. “I thought—I thought you might have—”

“Shhhh, don’t think about that,” he hastened to say, then moved to sit on the toilet and pulled you on his lap. Finally face to face, he cradled your face in his large hands, gazing deeply into your eyes. “Is that my sweater?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry. I like it when you wear my clothes.”

You offered him a soft smile that made his heart feel lighter than it had in days. Then, unable to wait another second, he kissed you. You sighed against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a way that never failed to make him shiver. He tasted salt on your lips from your tears, which only made him more determined to chase all your pain and fears away. He deepened the kiss, raising a hand to hold the back of your head, burying his fingers in your loose locks. Slowly, all the tension in his body faded to be replaced by a gentle warmth that always filled him in your presence. But then you shifted in his arms, and he couldn’t stop his groan as you brushed against the wound in his chest.

You pulled back in concern. Then your eyes widened as you noticed the bandage. “You’re hurt.”

It wasn’t a question, but he knew better than to avoid answering. “Esther’s agent got his cover blown up. So they started beating him. I tried to stop them, then the fucker tried to stab me.”

You shook your head. “Daniel, stop trying to be the hero all the time.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’d rather I had let that kid die?”

“Of course not, I just—I just hate it when you get hurt. That’s all.” He squeezed your hand. “Are you gonna need stitches?”

“Nah, it’s not that deep. The guy didn’t know what he was doing.”

You nodded slowly, then suddenly stood up and stepped toward the cabinet. Daniel frowned but quickly became distracted by your smooth, naked legs. His sweater reached your mid-thighs, leaving him to imagine the delicate lace of your panties. He knew you weren't wearing a bra—he had felt it when he hugged you—and the urge to pull the sweater over your head and touch you grew with each passing moment.

You returned to him holding the antibiotic cream, then smeared some on your index finger. Daniel groaned when your finger touched the cut on his cheek, but soon your gentle touch relaxed him. His eyes fluttered close, and he sighed contentedly when your hand caressed his beard once you had finished taking care of his minor injuries.

“You need to rest,” you said softly as you settled back on his lap.

When he opened his eyes, he found you watching him with a level of tenderness that made his heart swell. Slowly, he leaned in, his nose brushing against your more delicate one before your lips met in a gentle kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to become passionate, and soon the two of you pressed yourselves against each other, all thoughts of rest momentarily pushed to the back of your minds. Then he was lifting you into his arms, his hands firm against your bum as he carried you to his bed.

***

As soon as your head hit the pillow, Daniel crawled atop you, covering your body with his. After three days apart—three days of constantly worrying about him and fearing the worst—his presence was as overwhelming as it was intoxicating, and already, arousal pooled between your thighs. His kiss was rough and impatient, his tongue invading your mouth, quickly gaining control, but the way his thumbs caressed your cheeks as he held you spoke to something more than lust, and your heart melted.

“God, I missed you,” he spoke breathlessly as he pressed his lips to your jawline, then down your throat, leaving a wet trail behind. You gasped as he quickly found the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking on it until you begged for more, fire coiling in your core.

With large, calloused hands, he caressed your goosebump-stained stomach, slowly lifting your sweater to reveal your breasts and the beaded tips that begged for his touch. In an instant, his mouth closed in on your right nipple and gave a light pull that made you arch into him, your entire body tingling in anticipation. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you gripped the back of his head to pull him more tightly against you, drawing a chuckle from his lips, his beard scratching your sensitive skin in that deeply intoxicating way you could never get enough of.

He paused for a moment to free you from his sweater, tossed it to the floor, then returned to your breasts with even more ardour. All the while, his hands caressed your waist, then slipped under you to squeeze your bum and draw you more tightly against him. Pleasure sparked through you as you felt his cock, impossibly hard and hot against your upper thigh through the fabric of his boxers. You wanted him more than you had ever wanted him before, but when you tried to touch him, he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled back, his eyes darkened with lust.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled huskily in response to your silent question, and his words made you so wet you could feel your arousal dripping between your thighs.

You gazed at him in awe as he raised himself on his knees; only the dim light spilling from the bathroom behind him illuminated the room, accentuating the muscles of his arms and broad shoulders. His chest heaved rapidly as he gazed at you, drawing your attention to his pectorals and the patch of hair that grew between them. When your eyes met once more as he reached out for your panties, you could have sworn you could feel the desire flowing between you, pulling you to each other.

A mischievous smile graced his handsome face as he hooked a finger in the lace of your panties and pulled the garment down your legs in a teasing caress. After tossing them to the floor, his fingers skimmed along your ankle, then your calf, up to your thigh, spreading you open, making you shiver with need. He was merciless in his teasing, and you trembled for him even before he touched you where you needed him the most.

You whimpered at the first caress of his tongue against your folds. His beard scratched your sensitive skin as he moved, leaving behind a sweet burn that only made you crave him more. With trembling hands, you reached out to hold him against you, and when you caressed his hair, he looked up to you, his eyes boring into your own as he flicked your clit with his tongue. You moaned as pleasure exploded in your core, throbbing incessantly to his teasing rhythm, and you ground your hips against him, desperate for more.

“Daniel…” His name was a breathless plea on your lips. You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but he didn’t need words to know just what you needed.

He responded by increasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit, circling it to bring you to that peak the way only he knew how. One of his hands trailed down your hips and into your inner thigh, and you gasped when a large finger entered you. He caressed your walls, then thrust once, twice, easily finding that sensitive spot deep inside you, and within seconds, he shattered you.

White hot pleasure spilled through you, your whole body tingling incessantly as you rocked against him to chase each throbbing wave of your orgasm, his name falling from your lips as though in prayer.

You were so dazed that you didn’t notice him move away to take off his boxers. Your heart was still hammering in your chest and your core still throbbing when he pinned all his glorious weight on you and entered you in one powerful thrust, sure of his welcome. You cried out as he filled you, stretched you over his wide girth, and when you wrapped your legs around his waist and squeezed him tight, the two of you moaned as one.

He gave a teasing thrust, spreading your juices around. It took him no time at all to find the perfect angle, and when he did, he pulled out almost completely only to thrust back in all the way, scattering stars across your vision. You tried not to hurt him as you moved in tandem with him, but you couldn’t think straight; all you could think about was Daniel and the incredible pleasure he sent burning through you. You didn’t think he minded, either. He seemed every bit as desperate as you to reach that peak, if his ragged breathing and deep moans were anything to judge by. Your lips met in a sloppy, almost violent kiss as you gripped his biceps for support. The headboard knocked against the wall rhythmically, but neither of you cared. Knots twisted deep in your core, your orgasm just beyond your reach, and it only took one squeeze of your breast to send you over the edge.

Daniel followed you shortly after as you throbbed all around him. Another wave of pleasure caressed you as he spilled himself inside you, and you hugged him against you, finally at peace.

“Fuck, that was …. that was …” you breathed into his neck after a moment of silence, giggling at your inability to form a coherent sentence.

Daniel pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, and the soft smile on his lips made your heart tingle. “It was,” he replied, then kissed you, his nose pressing into yours. “Maybe I should risk my neck more often on missions if it means great sex like that when I come back.”

In response, you grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face. “You’re an ass, Daniel Miller,” you said as he groaned, though you could hear his chuckle as he threw the pillow away to pull you tight against him, your breasts now pressed into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he replied and sealed his words with another soft kiss, one of his hands tenderly caressing your hair.

With a sigh, you said, “Valerie knows about us.” Daniel raised his eyebrow. “I didn’t tell her! She just—she figured it out. And if she had any doubts, they were definitely dispelled tonight when she called me and I totally freaked out.”

Daniel said nothing for a little while, then leaned it to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t worry about that for now. Just go to sleep—it’s been a long three days for both of us. I think.”

Nodding, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent, and let his steady breathing and slow caresses in your hair guide you to sleep

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