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sxfterhearts · 12 days

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cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

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staar5384 · 1 year

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Dancing in the Rain-

An Osamu Dazai short fic

The day was pretty gloomy. Tiny raindrops dripped from the sky, collecting in murky puddles on the ground of the dirty street. The agency believed it was a nice day to stay inside, they had no jobs and they hadn’t spent much time together in a while. Atsushi was the one who suggested a little party, to celebrate all the good they had done.

While everyone was busy mingling and partying, you were sitting alone, staring at a book you had just recently bought. It’s not that you weren’t friends with everyone, in fact the others loved you, but you were more content with sitting quietly and enjoying the sounds of your friends having fun. Their laughter brought you joy, something that you could not verbally express, something you would never be able to verbally express.

You glanced around the room, watching as Atsushi was attempting to show Kyoka to dance, with Ranpo of course trying to one up him. He always needed to be better.

Kunikida and Akiko were in the corner talking, though what they were discussing was a mystery to you. Next to them was Kenji who was passed out on the floor after stuffing his face with everything he could fit.

Then there was Juun’ichirou and Naomi being… well whatever the hell they were. She was all over him as per usual and he was trying every single way to get her to back off. Obviously, it wasn’t working because she had basically glued herself to his hip.

You did another look over the room, then realized someone was missing. Dazai. You stood up, placing the book down on the chair you were sitting in.

Kunikida seemed to take notice of your urgency, looking at you with slight concern. “Are you alright? Did you sense something?” He was referring to your ability, which granted you heightened senses.

You shook your head, pointing at every member in the room. He looked confused, unsure of what you were trying to tell him. You huffed, reaching for your notebook and writing down on the paper.

Dazai is missing.

“Oh, yes, it appears that he is,” He said, not seeming to care all that much. “I’m sure he’s off somewhere attempting to kill himself. No need to be worried.”

You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“What? If you’re really that worried go look for him. I’m sure his dumbass is trapped in a river or barrel,” With that he turned his head back to Akiko, who simply stood there with a hideous grin on her face.

You sighed, walking out the door and skipping down the steps. Dazai was your closest friend. You and him had become incredibly close after he rescued you from the Port Mafia. He helped you control your ability, and gave you a voice when you couldn’t use your own. So, in turn, you vowed to keep that idiot alive, no matter what it took.

Once you made it outside, you regretted not grabbing an umbrella. The rain was pouring much harder than before, instantly soaking your white button up. You quickly made it under the cover of a shop building, looking around to try and find Dazai.

Luckily, he must have been nearby as you picked up on his footsteps, however the sound was faint, thanks to the cacophony of rain flooding your ears. You did your best to follow the sound, tracing it all the way to the river.

Dazai was leaning against the railing, his fluffy brown hair soaked, creating a blanket over his eyes. If he could see right now it would be a damn miracle.

You approached him, tapping his shoulder. He didn’t turn, just smiled a bit. “I had a feeling you’d come looking for me.” You nodded in response, though you doubted he could see it at all.

He spun around, giving you a good look at him. He was drenched, and he didn’t even seem to care. “Are you wondering what I’m doing out here and why I’m not out having fun with the others?” You nodded once more. “Well, I was hoping you and I could have a moment. Alone.”

Your face flushed, which then caused you to glance down at the ground, not wanting to meet his gaze. He chuckled, resting his hand on top of your head. “No need to get all flustered there.” This only made you more flustered. You knew he was doing it on purpose too.

He removes his hand from your head and takes a hold of your chin, carefully tipping your head up to face him. “Come on, look at me,” He smirked a bit, your heart fluttering in response.

He lets go, grabbing your hand. You looked at him, flustered and confused. “I want to dance with you,” He smiled, pulling your body against his. He stared down at you, watching for a reaction. Hesitantly, you looked up at him, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

He begins to sway, his hand making its way to your waist, only pulling you two closer together. Your face was hot, so hot that even the cool raindrops couldn’t get rid of the burning sensation.

Another look at him, and he wasn’t grinning or smirking anymore, he was smiling. “You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” He spun the two of you around. “I’ve wanted to know what it’s like to be this close to you,” He leaned his head down, his lips just barely touching yours. “Do you also want to know how it feels to be this close to me?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were frozen in time, your eyes trapped in his. You didn’t know what to do, or how to react. Of course this is what you wanted, you’ve wanted it for so long, but you struggled to respond.

He pulled back, resting his chin on the top of your head, holding you in a tight embrace. “Another time, perhaps,” He hummed softly, closing his eyes.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, continuing to sway to the melody of the rain.

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liebgottsjumpwings · 3 months

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"I'm not one to ever pray for mercy, or to wish on pennies, in the fountain or the shrine. But that day, you know, I left my money. And I thought of you only, all that copper glowing fine. And I wonder what became of you."

RHONA "RO" IRVINE | MASTERS OF THE AIR

Born under the gloomy light of the working lighthouse of Rosehearty, Scotland, Rhona Irvine is a hard headed and intensely dedicated navigator in the 100th Bombardment Group. Having moved to Oregon, United States at age nine, not long after her mother’s death, followed by Rhona’s first experience with ongoing mental health issues. Being seen as an outsider by her new American classmates, struggling with her own mental health and having no outlet, Rhona learned to keep a hard exterior. These struggles caused her to drop out of school several times, never fully finishing her education. Instead, Rhona focused on the Girl Scouts, finding refuge in being in the wilderness and learning how to live off the land.

It was the knowledge and skills she gained in the Girl Scouts that eventually made her find herself among planes, hangars and maps in the army of the United States. She wasn’t even sure on how she got accepted. To her father, upon asking Rhona on why the hell she would even apply, she had answered, with a half-formed smile, “I guess I like maps”.

Now, sitting against the bricked wall of her sleeping quarters in Thorpe Abbots, England, Rhona wondered if the penny she’d left, 13 years ago, at the well in her garden back in Rosehearty, was finally going to grant her that luck.

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Name: Rhona Carol Darlene Irvine

Age: 22 (as of May 1943)

Date of birth: January 28, 1921 at 20:36

Place of birth: Rosehearty, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, United Kingdom

Hometown: Newport, Lincoln County, Oregon, United States of America

Occupation: United States Army Air Force navigator

Affiliation: Eight Air Force; 100th Bombardment Group

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#soft launching my oc #masters of the air #everyone say hi to ro #pleaaaase give feedback <3 #i've paired her with blakely btw #hbo war #this is also an exploration into themes i am interested in outside of mota #and an outlet for my own mental health issues hi #oc: rhona

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filmofhybe · 4 months

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The perfect blend - YJW

part 3 of “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”

In which..

━━ can you ever imagine in this multiverse, you having the biggest fattest crush on your best friend - Yang jungwon, however knowing he already has a “girlfriend” hurts more than just a sting from a bee.

💌 PAIRING : yjw x reader

GENRE : friends to lovers , fluff

WARNING : angst , fluff , kissing , CHAPTER 2 NOT PROOF-READ!!

🗯️ FEATURING : huh yunjin - LE SSERAFIM

word count : unknown for now

MASTERLIST to “IN EVERY MULTIVERSE”.

; AUTHORS NOTES : I’m so sorry for not updating recently :( I promise I’ll post more often!

Y/n couldn't believe her eyes as she witnessed Jungwon canceling plans with her and, to add insult to injury, bringing another girl to their cherished secret spot. A mix of emotions flooded through her, even though they weren't officially a couple. The connection she felt with Jungwon ran deep, and it stung to see him sharing intimate moments with someone else.

Days after the incident, Jungwon's relentless calls and messages bombarded my phone. Constantly hearing dings and songs as a sniffed my snort into a tissue. Staring at my 10th empty box of tissue, I hesitated but eventually agreed to meet him again at the same spot.

The walk there felt gloomy. It didn’t felt like the first time when he waited me outside as I walked beside him. It doesn’t feel the same as those numerous times we walked shoulder to shoulder towards OUR cafe. The air was thick with a bittersweet tension as I arrived. I placed my bag down as I pulled my hair out, Jungwon's head hung low, and when he finally spoke, his words cut through me.

"Y/n..i know I shouldn’t invite you out, i know your struggling. But I really need to clear myself here because y/n as much as your upset, we weren't a thing. It shouldn't offend you this much. Yes, this is our secret spot, but it's a public place. I can show people I love. You shouldn't be acting this way. I’m trying to be nice to you as hard as possible so please understand me..” he sighed before looking him. Seeing me scoffed as he looked away.

I was fury ignited, i couldn’t believe what I heard. Anger took over as I stood up, “you really are a dickhead..” “what are you-” "Are you kidding me, Yang Jungwon? All those hangouts and eye contacts mean nothing to you? Taking another girl to our secret spot might be cool for you, but it was OUR secret spot. I have every right to be mad at you right now. Saying I should understand you when you don’t even understand me? What makes you think I should huh?” Tears was clearly all over my face once again. Over a dann boy who I though it was the one and only. I sighed as I grabbed my bag to leave, I ignored his yells. Passing through the walls that we made so much memories together, ready to step out of this bittersweet place.

However, i was blocked by the owner's son, Jake, stepped in. He hugged me tightly as i sobbed into his shirt. the stuff a guy can do a girl.. “shush your fine you have me..” softly and carefully brushing my hair as he wipes my tears.. if only you understand see how much I wish it was jungwon that’s comforting me like this, and realizing his mistakes all along.

Jungwon, desperate to salvage the situation, chased after her. However, he halted in his tracks as he met Jake's intense gaze. It was as if his world was crashing down, feeling weak under the weight of Jake's stare. He knew he had lost her, he finally realized how much he loves her. And he messed up their perfect blend.

Just because Jungwon had made one girl weak didn't mean another couldn't make him weaker. The realization hit him hard as he watched y/n finding solace in Jake's embrace that was once his embrace. It was a stark reminder that actions had consequences, and he couldn't take someone for granted, especially someone who genuinely cared about him when no one else did.

The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by Y/n's muffled sobs. Jungwon's pride crumbled as he reflected on the choices he'd made. The secret spot that once held cherished memories now echoed with the pain he had inflicted on y/n.

Months passed. Jungwon would constantly go back to the cafe, hoping you would be back. Ordering your drink everytime. Everything Jake was the one making it. No wonder why she likes this drink. Jake has now certainly remember your drink on top of his head because of jungwon uncontrollable addiction to the drink, as well as you.. "Jungwon, actions have consequences. You can't expect someone to be unaffected when you treat them like this. Maybe it's time to reflect on your actions and consider the impact they have on others." With those words coming out of Jake’s mouth as he continue to wipe the mug in his hands. Leaving Jungwon sitting alone in the shadow of the secret spot that had witnessed the unraveling of something once special. The weight of regret settled on his shoulders as he faced the consequences of his thoughtless actions.

Jumping out of jungwon’s strong and warm embrace. Patting beside you praying that the dream was just a joke and your finally back in reality. Shit that felt too damn real.. you began to calm yourself down as you take deep breaths trying to not wake jungwon up. But it was too late, the sensitive boy had felt something giving wrong, and sat up. Rubbing his eyes to adjust the darkness.

“Hey baby you alright? Had a bad dream?” He whispered quietly, voice rough and deep as he carefully pulls you back into his embrace. You only nodded not wanting to tell him what happened. He combed your hair softly as he comforted you. Feeling bad that his sweetheart is getting horrible nightmares.

“You left me for someone else in the dream. It felt real. I could move in the dream and control everything.” He was caught off guard by your sudden outburst of a confession, he didn’t know what to say because he knows that this would become reality in the next universe they are in. And he wish he wasn’t such a loser to be destroying girls hearts. However, I guess this is what the universe had set them.

“Baby, I Hope you know that it’s not true and is just a dream. In this reality your with me. Protecting and loving you forever. Even if this happened in our next universe, we will eventually find each other again. No matter where we are, we are always together connected. We are the perfect blend my love..” he mumbled as he placed kisses all over your cheeks. Smiling at you even though you couldn’t see it in the dark, his smile seems to be brighter than ever. You treasure him everyday. It doesn’t matter what happens next because in this universe.You are each others perfect blend. And that’s what really matters.

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frost-queen · 11 months

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In the end, it's him and I (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: Jeremiah ask you to prove your love to him by breaking you out. So in love with him you do so, sharing a dance and kiss on the way out. Jeremiah loves you passionatly making him hire Echo to keep you out of harms way. Driven by jealousy you pull out a stunt that would sure prove to Jeremiah how worthy you are. Jeremiah not so pleased you blew things up, taking a run for it with you after seeing the GCPD. Cornered you butcher him with questions if you aren't good enough of if he loves Echo. Having enough of your rambling he shuts you up with a rough kiss.

“Jeremiah.” – you said looking teasingly down. He hummed intrigued, moving a bit closer to the table. A soft smile on his lips. It made you wet your lips. He moved his cuffed hands closer to the center. His action made you look up to the corner. Seeing the camera hang clearly in sight. You simultaneously moved your hands under the table away from him. That made him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Don’t… don’t you love me?” – he asked. – “I do!” – you called out, wanting him to know immediately. He took a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair. – “How do I know your love for me is real…” – he said to himself, yet loudly enough for you to hear.

“It is real!” – you pressed on, setting your palm firmly onto the table. Jeremiah leaned closer again, smirking from ear to ear. – “Prove it.” – he spoke. – “Anything.” – you replied desperately. So caught up down this rabbit hole, you couldn’t climb back up. Jeremiah glanced over his shoulder as if someone could listen in. – “Get me out. Get me out of this place Y/n.” – he whispered. It made you visibly gasp. The request made you doubtful for a moment.

Breaking a criminal out of Arkham was a crime. Was it one you were willing to act upon? He grabbed for your hand across the table, holding it tight. - "My love. If you want us to be together, free from restrictions and bars, you must break me out. It is the only way.” – he told you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Jeremiah laughed manically, turning to the camera in the corner. He started laughing even louder, pointing at it.

You closed your clipboard, shoving your chair back. That made Jeremiah turn back to you. – “I’ll be waiting for you doll.” – he said, resting his hands under his chin. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were burning. Swallowing nervously, you set your mind to it. You were going to break him out. To prove your love to him. It that was the cost. The alarm buzzed as you waited by the door. Casting one last glance over your shoulder to him.

Jeremiah smirked as you set the last steps through the door. It shut behind you. The guard led you back to the main corridors. You paid extra attention to your surroundings. The keys dangling on his belt suddenly so interesting. So was the camera’s installed in the corridors. Widening your eyes, you wondered for a moment what you were doing. Where you truly going to break him out? It could easily be just one of his scheming.

Who says he wouldn’t kill you after you grant him freedom. You were after all talking about busting a criminal out. One with a history of violence and murder. Was it something you could forgive for your own feelings? The guard opened one of the last doors that led outside. – “See you Friday doctor.” – he said, tipping his hat at you. You smiled walking out into the sunshine. Everything at Arkham always felt so dark and gloomy.

The following days you had been pacing around your apartment. Cracking your head open on how you were going to break him out. Perhaps escort him out in a body bag? Through the sewers? Or the most surprised actions of all, just through the front door? You had come up with a plan, even a back-up plan for when things would go south. There was a high possibility you’d fail, ending perhaps right beside him behind bars. For no one was this insane to think of breaking him out.

Taking a deep breath you were at Arkham Asylum once more. Hands shaking when they opened the door for you. – “Morning doctor!” – the oh so familiar guard said. You smiled politely back at him, afraid the nerves in your voice would make him wary. – “He’s been surprisingly good this week.” – he commented leading you through the maze of corridors. Your eyes went to the keys dangling on his belt. You knew he’d come to a stop soon. So he did as you stumbled against him. –“Oh sorry.” – you said as if his abrupt stopping had caught you off guard.

Brushing your fingers near his belt, you snatched what you needed. The guard chuckled. – “No worries doctor.” – he said turning back to the door. You clenched the keys in your hand, overcome with a great feeling of power. He pressed a button as the door unlocked. He moved aside for you to enter. At the table, cuffed sat Jeremiah as usual. His face lighted up at the sight of you. – “Hello doctor.” – he said teasingly as you entered. The guard left as your eyes fell upon the camera in the corner.

You walked over to him with a straight face. Not saying a word. Jeremiah frowned at your silent treatment. – “What no hello doc?” – he chuckled out. You walked around the table closer to him. Suddenly dropping your clipboard with papers. Papers of your previous notes about him. Jeremiah furrowed his brows, watching you kneel down to collect them. You briefly looked up, tapping your lips. Jeremiah smirked. You collected the last of your papers, getting back up. Slowly and keeping yourself as close to him as possible.

Jeremiah waited till you were at eyelevel, forcing his lips on you. You opened your mouth, shoving your tongue through his mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes widened, tasting something in his mouth. You pulled away startled, moving your hand to your mouth. – “You kissed me you sick bastard!” – you called out, the buzzing alarm loud in your ears. The doors opened as the guard from before rushed in. He came to your aid, moving an arm around you and pulling you away from him. – “Pervert!” – he cursed at Jeremiah, hitting him with his weapon. Jeremiah received the hit, keeping his head low.

You were led back outside, the doors shutting behind you. The guard took a few deep breaths. – “Are you alright Doctor? I did not know he was that sick minded.” – he outed with concern. – “I’m sorry.” – you replied. – “What for?” – the guard said confused. – “This.” – you said tasing him to the ground. He shook and trembled when hitting the floor. You moved back to the door, opening it. Just in time to see Jeremiah get up, moving his arms up. Higher then ever possible with cuffs. – “My love.” – he said feeling as free as a bird.

You motioned to him to get a move on. Jeremiah jogged around the table, meeting up with you. – “You are one sly fox Y/n.” – he complimented at your clever idea of slipping the key in through his mouth. – “Just keep up!” – you ordered keeping up your pace. Jeremiah and you past some cells. Jeremiah couldn’t hold himself from taunting them. Laughing loud at them while mocking them. They all started shouting back at him, sticking their arms out to grab at him. Angry that Jeremiah was running free, and they were stuck.

Jeremiah caught up with you. – “This is all very interesting doll, but how exactly are you going to get me out?” – he wondered. Being out of that room was one thing, out of Arkham was another. At the other end of the corridor you heard commotion. A group of guards coming to block your path. – “Like this.” – you said, revealing a bomb. Jeremiah smirked, sticking his fingers in his ears. You threw the bomb at them. Their screams filled the corridor when they got blown up. With wide eyes you stared at what you just had done.

Jeremiah clapping and laughing insanely. He grabbed you by the hand, pulling you at him. – “Do you know how turned on I am right now?” – he said, arms wrapped tightly around you. There came more guards at the end of the corridor. You kept staring up at Jeremiah. Jeremiah stared right back at you, grabbing a bomb out of your pocket. He tossed it over your head to the guards. The moment it exploded; he kissed you. A kiss fueled by adrenaline and fun.

Jeremiah grabbed your hand, pulling your back hard against his chest. Entangled hand stretched out, his other hand on your inner waist, he waltzed forwards with you. Taking big steps, humming a fine tune while stepping over limbs and blood. For some reason you weren’t grossed out by it. He moved your hand up, letting you spin underneath his arm at an intersection. You smiled, taking out another bomb. Jeremiah stepped aside for you to shine.

You smirked, throwing the bomb at the brick wall. It exploded as you gasped pleasantly at the sight of it. Taking your hand, he stepped over the bricks, taking in the fresh air. – “Got one more left?” – he asked. You nodded, handing one more bomb at him. He smelled it, eyes almost rolling back with pleasure. He then tossed it over his shoulder inside Arkham.

The explosion created a gush of dust spraying you and him. – “You are free.” – you said to him. Jeremiah smiled. – “All thanks to you.” – he answered, tilting your chin up by his finger. – “Now let us go home.” – he whispered while sirens alarmed in the distance. – “Home.” – you repeated longingly. Was there perhaps a home after all with him after this? He took your hand, running off before anyone could catch you.

Jeremiah took a deep beath. Sitting up in the bed. Arms resting on his knees. He looked over to his side, seeing you sleep peacefully. He curled up a smile driven by mad love for you. The psychiatrist that unlocked a new level of understanding inside of him. Then his smile faltered, thinking of all the possible endings when knowing the price of his heart. How many gangs, criminals or policemen would knock on his doorstep to hurt you. That was something he couldn’t let happen. His jaw tensed only thinking about it.

Thinking about how much his heart would tear itself apart if you were not there. He came leaning down, brushing his hand over your bare arm. He saw it made you move a bit in your sleep. – “I promise you Y/n. No harm will come to you. I swear on my life I keep you save.” – he whispered, leaving a loving kiss on your shoulder afterwards. You took a deep breath, half awaking. – “Jeremiah?” – you said sleepy. He hummed loud. – “Go back to sleep.” – you muttered out, turning your head. He smiled coming to lay down close to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You frowned seeing the unknown girl in your hide-out. She stood very close to Jeremiah, keeping their voices low. – “Who is she?” – You asked bluntly. Jeremiah lifted his head up to you. – “Good you are awake.” – he said. You quirked your eyebrow up as he still hadn’t answered your question. He noticed it, pointing with his pen at her. – “Echo.” – he addressed. You couldn’t help yourself but smile sarcastically at her. – “Jeremiah.” – you said overly sweet to draw his attention. He looked up with a loud hum. – “May I ask who she is, or do I have to guess? Housekeeping perhaps?” – you insulted with a sneer.

“Assistant.” – Jeremiah filled in catching you by surprise. – “She works for me now.” – he said before turning back to her. – “Okay.” – you said coming closer. Jeremiah noticed it, taking Echo by the elbow as he moved away with her from you. It made you stop mid-action; unbelievable he would do that. He moved to another room to chat in private. Crossing your arms, you turned your back to their room. After a while Jeremiah came out of the room.

“Finally.” – you said loud, so trying to sound annoyed. Jeremiah ignored you, walking up to his desk. – “Hello?” – you called out to catch his attention. He searched through some papers making you groan loud. – “To think I haven’t even been kissed today!” – you made clear. Jeremiah snatched a piece of paper, looking at it. He walked around the desk over to you, making you smile wide. He was still reading the paper, leaning down. You pushed your lips forwards, eyes widening when he left barely a kiss on your forehead.

“What was that?” – you called out frustrated. – “A kiss.” – Jeremiah answered before returning to the room Echo was in. You got up frustrated from the chair you had been waiting in. If Jeremiah was going to be like this, you were going back to bed. You would’ve gone out if it hadn’t been for your faces hung up all over Gotham. The GCPD looking interestingly for Jeremiah and you to put behind bars. You barely saw Jeremiah as he started to spend his time with Echo.

Sometimes in the same room as you, other times they were out of sight. It was like he kept taunting you with his new toy. Something shiny and new to sniff out the old one. You couldn’t deny that it made you jealous and heartbroken. Jealous Jeremiah was taking an interest in such a dull creature as her. Honestly there was nothing amazing about her. Her hair looked like birds nested in it. Not to mention her annoying voice.

Everything about her made your blood boil. While Jeremiah got cozy with Echo, were you thinking of something wicked. Something mad to prove how much better you were than her to him. There was absolutely no way you were losing him to some wanna be replica of you. You had it all prepped. A great show just for him. Not that he even showed any interest in you to even notice what you were doing behind his back. You picked up your bag when you heard a loud clearance of a voice.

Turning around you saw Jeremiah stare at you. – “What’s the bag for?” – he asked. So fed up with jealousy you couldn’t even bring yourself to be sweet to him. – “Who gives a f*ck.” – you answered. – “I do!” – Jeremiah responded. You laughed sarcastically. – “So now you do!” – you said back. Jeremiah clenched his jaw. – “Where are you going?” – he asked. – “Out.” – you replied with a snarky smile. Jeremiah inhaled sharp through his nose. – “You stay right here! Your face is on wanted posters!” – he reminded you.

You puffed annoyed. – “Don’t tell me what to do!” – you shouted at him. It caught him off guard for a moment. He stormed over to you, grabbing you by the elbow. Dragging you into the bedroom. – “Stay here!” – he insisted upon. From over his shoulder, you saw Echo appear. – “Having a great laugh!” – you yelled at her. Jeremiah was furious, slamming the door in your face and locking you up. – “Jeremiah!” – you shouted, banging on the door. He exhaled deep, forehead resting against the door. – “I can’t have you caught… please understand.” – he quietly said.

He walked away from the door, meeting up with Echo. You groaned loud. Running over to the window, you weren’t going to let him stop you from showcasing your love for him. He needed to know how loyal you were. How you were his first and last. How you were willing to take your own life for him. It was high up, but you climbed out the window. Making your way neatly down, breaking out of things seems to have become a skill of yours.

You made your way through the streets of Gotham, straight to your target. Fuel by anger and jealousy, there was no stopping you. Wiping your hand over your face, it smudged your make-up. You couldn’t have any tears now. Tears were for the weak. You walked into the building, setting up bombs without anyone seeing. You then walked back out, walking down the steps. Pulling out the detonator, you pressed the button. A wave of explosion blasting at you from behind. The windows exploded; the bang followed by loud screams.

Looking up, you were showered with lost papers twirling down. Sighing deep, you sat yourself down on the steps. Jeremiah was panting. The alarms of cars were going off, the storm of papers twirling down. He came to a full stop, seeing you sit on the steps. His expression tightened as he took off his sunglasses. He made his way over to you. – “Y/n!” – he called out making you gasp loud. Your head shot up, coming face to face with him. Jeremiah stared at your smudged make-up that so seemed to match his.

Commotion came from behind as he spotted the GCPD behind you. Jeremiah tensed his jaw, grabbing you tightly by the hand. He pulled you with him, running off. You were laughing loud at your own stunt. Never in a million years you thought you’d blow up something this big. He kept running with you to safety. Once save he pushed you hard against the wall. – “Have you lost your damn mind?” – he said fuel with frustration. – “Yes.” – you replied with a smile. That made him push you firmer against the wall.

The way he was looking at you, made you doubt your actions. Perhaps you had been foolish for doing it? Perhaps you had lost him forever now with your little stunt? You shoved him annoyed off you. Jeremiah stumbled back confused. – “Am I not good enough?” – you asked loudly. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Is that it? Is that why you replaced me for that birds nest!” – you shouted. – “Birds nest?” – Jeremiah repeated confused. Y

ou told yourself you wouldn’t cry, but here you were unable to uphold your promise. – “Do you love her?” – you asked, giving him a push. – “Is that it, am I replaced by her cause I wasn’t amusing enough?” – you pushed him again as he let you. The tears started to roll down your cheek, second guessing your act of just now. Second guessing if you ever should’ve got him out of Arkham. – “Maybe I am a madman for getting you out of Arkham!” – you cried out. – “I shouldn’t have… If I had not… you wouldn’t be here tearing me apart from the inside!” – you screamed in frustration.

Jeremiah grabbed you, kissing you roughly. Letting his actions speak for his words. You could barely keep up with his lips. You pushed yourself off him to breath. He grabbed you firmly by the chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. – “I am yours and you are mine!” – he said loudly. – “That is how it always is going to be, because I f*cking love you Y/n!”

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Just five more minutes."

"You're so easily distracted."

With Steven pls<3

Forcing him to snuggle under the blanket on a rainy day and that is how he was late to work

AN | I think he can easily be convinced to enjoy a day off and in bed 🥰 Enjoy!

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.1k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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There was something almost magical about waking up to the soft pitter patter of fresh rain against the window, as you were all bundled up in your warm blankets. You’d left the window open just a crack so the cool air could come in and it left the room in the perfect state of chilliness. You burrowed further into your pillow as you felt an arm wrap around your waist. Before you knew it, Steven was pressing soft, sleepy kisses to your shoulder.

“Good morning, my love,” you sighed wistfully as you reached behind you and gently ran a hand through his messy, rogue curls. You stole a quick glance at the clock on your nightstand and groaned when you saw the time, “we have to get up soon unfortunately.”

“I suppose we do,” he pulled you closer into his body, tangled his legs up with yours as he murmured something about wanting to stay in bed forever. You decided to close your eyes again, even if it was just for fifteen more minutes. You watched to soak up as much of him as possible before you had to part ways with him for the day.

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The alarm rang shrilly far before you were ready to get up. There was something about the gloomy, rainy weather outside that made you just want to stay in. You turned the alarm off before rolling over to pout at Steven. He was barely awake, his eyes open but blinking away the bleariness as he stifled a yawn. You took the opportunity to steal a kiss from him, letting your lips linger against his.

“Five more minutes,” he pouted lightly, tangling himself up further in you. You laughed lightly but took his hand and laced your fingers together, “just five more.”

“I promise you’ll want more than just five,” you giggled in his ear, trailing a few kisses along his jaw, “but for now, I’ll settle for five more minutes. Any time spent with you is better than having to get up.”

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When you’re wanting to do anything but get up, time seems to fly by in the blink of an eye. You remained still and unmoving as you laid in bed…realistically nothing would happen if you were a little late to work or just happened to take a sick day. Adults did that sort of thing…right? You decided to close your eyes and let whatever happened happen.

“Darling,” he sounded just as reluctant as you to get up, but you could feel him pushing the blankets back. You remained still as you feigned sleep, “we have to get up and get going to work.”

“I don’t want to,” you pouted at him, pulling the blankets up to your chin and scooting just out of his reach, “I’m going to stay here in my little cocoon of blankets thank you very much. I’ve officially decided that I am going to take a day off. I recommend you do the same, my love.”

“Oh you do?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in question as you just smiled, “and just what are the reasons?”

“Look outside - it’s rainy and gloomy and cold,” you motioned for him to look outside as though it wasn’t totally obvious, “and the bed is so warm and cuddly and it’s got me in it.”

“I will say that presents a very compelling argument,” he agreed as he slid back under the covers, which only caused you to smile wider than a Cheshire cat. You took the opportunity to lay on top of him, tilting your head so you could kiss him softly. And just who was he to deny you? His hands found purchase on your waist as you sighed softly before lying your head on his chest.

“Isn’t this better than getting up?” you asked softly before yawning and closing your eyes, “I could stay here forever and ever with you. All I ever want is you, my love.”

“You’re just saying that to try and get me to stay here all day,” he grinned as he tenderly rubbed your back in soft, soothing circles.

“Is it working?” you opened an eye to peek at him, as he just chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest.

“I haven’t gotten up yet and I don’t see myself doing so anytime soon,” he leaned up lightly and nudged his nose against yours, “I suppose you’ve won, darling.”

“You’re so easily distracted,” you brushed a few errant curls off of his forehead, “but I’ll take whatever I can get and if that happens to be you in bed with me all day today, then that’s just perfect.”

“I would like to get up for just a moment before we continue this marathon of cuddling in bed,” he gently slid out from under you, “bathroom and snacks and a quick call to work just so they don’t think we’ve perished or something else.”

“How very responsible of you,” you sprawled out on the bed as he stood up and stretched, “want to call out for me too? Tell them I’m too sick and sleeping!”

“I…” he paused before chuckling in amusement, “I suppose I can do that. The things I do for you, darling. You really do have something about you, perhaps you’re secretly a siren in disguise!”

“Most definitely not,” you stuck out your tongue, “you’re just a huge sap for me. Please and thank you, my love. I owe you big, big, big time. In fact…I can start making it up to you once you get back into bed.”

“How…oh,” his cheeks turned a brilliant shade of dark pink as you just smiled innocently, “I’ll…make these calls quickly and be right back. Don’t go anywhere!”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you laid against the pillows, “hurry back, my love.”

“Five minutes,” he insisted for the second time that morning, “be back in five minutes or less!”

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yyutsuu · 10 months

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hi! your imagine was amazing, thank you so much for answering. i hope you don’t mind but may i request a mycroft x reader again but with some angst, where they have a really bad argument? they can break up or reconcile - it’s up to you!

Argument -Mycroft Holmes x GN Reader-

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!! Angst with comfort !!

Gender Neutral reader

!! TW !! : Argument and smoking/nicotine mentions

Romantic relationship

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Word count: 1098 words

A/n: (I have returned !!) I chose to have a happy ending, I hope you’re fine with that ! I also have no idea what the argument should be about, so I did not specify it, I hope you also do not mind that

This is serving as such a good distraction from the suffocating air in this plane 😭😭

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It was a rainy day, both on the inside and out. You are laying on a relaxing and comfortable bed, the one that you and Mycroft shared. Usually, the two of you would be resting together, but last night was contradictive. Mycroft did not return home, he had most likely been staying in his office for the night.

You knew clearly what was the cause of this, during the night before yesterday, the two of you had an argument, not pleasant at all. “I despise you.” His words hurt like a excruciating stab wound, engraved onto your brain, haunting you.

The curtains were not open, but a faint luminescence emits still from them. The silence filling the air is harmonized by the rain, softly tapping at your window. At first, the tapping was simply background music, but now it seemed to become louder and louder, driving you to the brink of insanity as you hid under the warm blanket.

You decide to finally let go of the comforting embrace of your blanket which is as soft as a feather. You begin to sit up against the chilly bed frame. Your eyes are slightly swollen from the tears of last night mixed with the fact how you did not get the recommended amount of sleep, no, way less than that.

You simply sit there, blankly staring down the thin strips of light that had succeeded in escaped the cover of the gloomy curtains. You slowly and painfully recall the recent events, fatigue weighing down on you as you do.

It was presumptively one of the worst fights you’ve ever had with Mycroft, not psychical, but equally painful. You sat on your soft bed, rethinking the whole conversation over and over again, recalling every single tiny detail as if it only happened seconds ago.

By the time you realized you should perhaps head out for a breather, hours had passed since you sat up, the rain had died down. Getting out of bed was not difficult, you were wide awake ages ago. The very moment you step out from your blanket, the icy cold air bites at your skin.

After getting dressed and brushing your teeth you head straight outside, forgetting about breakfast entirely. It wasn’t too early in the morning, you stuff your house keys into your pocket, the sound of steady footsteps arising from your shoes. The air was particularly nice, cool and fresh, just what you needed.

The grass was damp, water droplets still resting on the emerald leaves that sprout from the earthy dirt. Every wave of sound was automatically blocked out by your ears, granting you the calmness you had wished for. The frown painted on your face, at long last, disappeared.

It was late in the evening when you finally returned home. During your stroll you had purchased some delectable food at a befitting bakery and had a cup of warm coffee.

You approach the front door to your and Mycroft’s shared house. By the amount of times you saw the door, you could tell when someone entered after you left. After you left the door, it had been unlocked from the outside and then locked from the inside. You stood there, slowly extending a hand to unlock the door, puzzled at who could and would enter.

It appeared you forgot about him, you had forgotten about Mycroft for a good couple of hours. “Mycroft…” You mutter, your memory finally refreshes as you unconsciously say his name. Your hand movements stop entirely, freezing up on the spot.

Your heart races, you don’t quite know what to do, open the door or stay out for longer? You knew deep down, the argument did not result into hate for Mycroft, you had said some pretty hurtful things too, but you just didn’t know at all what to do to fix the relationship.

You take a deep breath and place the keys into the keyhole, turning them as your ear takes in the sound of a familiar click. With your shaking hands, you turn the door handle and push the door open.

You look around and observe the room, Mycroft was most certainly present in the area, his once shiny shoes sitting near the front door accompanied with the difference in placement of a chair at the dining table proved that. After taking off your shoes and carefully placing them next to the door you walk around.

He was not in any room, not sitting on any furniture, you had searched most rooms. It was until you plopped yourself down on the couch you felt a small breeze graze your skin, it was coming from the sliding glass doors to the balcony along with a faint smell of nicotine.

You approach the balcony doors, brushing the silky curtains to the side, revealing the sight of Mycroft standing on the balcony. His back was turned to you but you could spot the smoke forming from each drag of the cigarette he made. It is without a doubt, you were not happy at all with Mycroft’s actions, he had promised he would avoid smoking a while ago, keeping his promise until now.

You slide open the glass door, Mycroft immediately puts out the cigarette on an ashtray and turns around to face you, as if nothing occurred at all a second ago. As he turns to face you, you can observe and notice that his lips are quite dry, the cigarette he had clearly wasn’t his first in a while. In addition to that there are very visible eye bags, he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

The moment the two of your eyes met, tears spill from Mycroft’s eyes, he had evidently been holding it in for quite a while. He walks towards you and holds you in a tight embrace. “Please, just allow me to do this for a while,” Mycroft whispers. You are caught off guard by this.

After some time you both head inside and make some tea. Eventually, the two of you talk about the matter and came to an agreement. Mycroft had also promised he would try his best to avoid turning to nicotine no matter what happens.

The following night was better than every other one you experienced, the two of you holding each other in an embrace while sleeping peacefully under the familiar warm blanket. The aftertaste of the argument entirely washed away. The both of you finally being able to receive sleep, the rain had begun again, but this time it was in forms of soft and calming taps on the window.

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consistentlyamess · 6 months

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We'll see about that ⎮Prologue

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: 18+ , MDNI, canon typical violence, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, slowburn

A/N: I HAVE VERY LITTLE IDEA ABOUT WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M TERRIFIED. so just please bear with me while I figure out what I wan to do here, I guess. 💜

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Rolling into the small gloomy town didn’t have any of the mysterious bravado you were anticipating. No roaring clouds or looming men in black coats. But it wasn’t exactly comforting either. The sky was a little weird, dark smoke coming from somewhere. But people were outside, some cars running by, it wouldn’t have felt off in the slightest if it were the beginning of November. It was the end of August though. Granted you weren't counting on the same busy streets you were used to in Bloomigton but a few kids running around, school supplies here and there, something that indicated the start of a new school year would’ve been nice. But there was nothing like that. After the “Welcome to Hawkins HELL” sign it was like you entered a different dimension completely. The end of summer shouldn’t have felt like this. Filled with gray and goo and oozing with uncertainty.

It did come in handy with the accommodation, not many people want to rent rooms in a town where teenagers and children go missing (if they’re lucky) on a regular basis, malls burn down and weird natural disasters seem to occur out of nowhere. You glanced at the map that was nearly dry now after having coffee spilled on it a few hours ago. Finding the street should be easy at least. The realtor lady gave an unnecessarily long-winded explanation to where you could find the house. Like she was worried that you might turn around and leave if it took more than five minutes to find the house. You wouldn’t have turned around of course. This was precisely what you were looking for. Somewhere no one else is looking for.

The low prices, the ever vacating spots in the elementary school also worked in your favour. You were just out of college, nobody in their right mind would’ve given you a full-time teaching spot. Unless of course they desperately needed someone. It was elementary but still, it was a teaching job. A real teaching job. And it somehow seemed that maybe an earthquake or two is worth the fresh start. God knows you needed it.

Unpacking wasn’t hard at all. Two boxes of belongings, journals, pens, paper, you still needed to buy a pair of scissors that was for sure. A box of kitchen supplies, although the lady did say that the former residents left in a hurry so there’ll be plenty of stuff left for you. About two suitcases filled with clothes and your pillow. That was about it. Packing in the kitchen you also made a note to buy some new kitchen towels. When you were finally done, you were exhausted. You considered for a minute that maybe you should just read a little and call it a day. You had a week to adjust and discover the town, but somehow you still felt restless.

Picking up the car keys, setting out to get some dinner and maybe grab a movie, you were out the door again. Spending more time in the town, you started to get that mysterious bravado you were expecting. People were out on the streets, yes, but nobody would look you in the eyes and you could swear everybody was staring at your car when you stopped for gas. Maybe it’s just a small town, you thought, it takes time for people in places like this to get used to a new face, right? And after all, they were probably shaken by the recent tragedies that seemed to have a perverse fascination with the small town in Indiana. There was this tense atmosphere, really everywhere you went. The convenient store was a little empty and the cashier looked at you like she just caught you cheating on a test. A little suspicious, a little apprehensive, a little scolding. She didn’t even say a proper goodbye, just kind of hummed. Even though you made it a point to be very polite. Sometimes your black clothes and eyeliner throw older people off even if you're nowhere near a goth or metalhead vibe.

Next stop was the grocery store. Get some dinner, get some breakfast and then get back home. Maybe discovering the town at this specific moment wasn’t that great of an idea after all.

You were checking out the snack aisle, debating whether you should stack some stuff up or maybe buy just enough for that day and the next, so you would have to come back. Maybe if they see you more frequently they’ll get used to you faster. Lost in your thoughts and eyeing if they had Pringles you were alerted to your surroundings with a loud bang of your basket.

“Oh, shit.” You said in tandem with the girl you bumped. “God, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking-

“Oh, fuck, I can’t believe this, why do I have to be so clumsy all the time!” The girl with the dirty blonde bob exclaimed.

You both scrambled to your knees and gathered your stuff, mostly helping the other person.

“I’m so sorry, I was just thinking about what I should be wearing tomorrow because I have this date thing. Kind of. I don’t even know if it is a date. We’re going to the movies, but friends can go to the movies, right? So, where does that leave me? Do I put on mascara or is that trying too hard? Do I wear a skirt? I don’t even own a skirt! I could always borrow one from Nancy, but the mere thought of pink and ruffles makes me want to hurl and- Jesus, and now I’m rambling and you don’t wanna hear this and- I don’t know you.”

You chuckled a little.

‘It would be weirder if you did. I just arrived today, and you didn’t bother me at all. This is like the third place I’ve visited today and you're kind of the only person who’s not acting like I’ve already committed a crime when I wasn’t planning on doing that for at least two more weeks.’

She stares at you with a little crooked smile in the corner of her mouth and wide eyed.

‘I’m joking of course.’ You tried to backtrack immediately when you didn’t get a reaction. ‘I’m not planning on committing any crimes! Unless you guys consider returning a library book too late a felony.’ She was still just staring and blinking at her. ‘Also a joke, sorry. God, I’m on fire today.’ You muttered to yourself.

‘Oh, my God, I haven’t said anything in so long! Those were good jokes, just- I’m just- why are you here?’

You were taken aback by the question. So that’s it. This is what everyone's thinking upon seeing you here. That there must be something wrong with you. Or you have some ulterior motives for moving here. Not like they’re wrong, but jeez, they could cut a girl some slack.

‘Wow, very straightforward.’ You chuckled again awkwardly, trying to delay your answer as much as possible.

‘No, I mean, I’m just surprised. We don’t get a lot of new residents these days.’

‘Fair enough.’ You took a deep breath, contemplating what to say exactly. ‘Well-

‘Oh, Robin. Robin Buckley.’ the girl said, giving her a little wave.

‘Well, Robin, I just finished university and my training as a teacher. I have a fuck ton of student debts and believe it or not, not many schools are looking for a teacher with no experience. So, here I am. The children of Hawkins Elementary will have to make due with yours truly. And besides, I don’t scare that easily.’ You tried a little mischievous smile and much to your surprise and delight, it worked. The freckled girl lit up a little and gave her a good, full mouthed grin.

‘Okay. I think you’ll fit right in.’

You laughed at that.

‘Sorry, what was your name again?’

You reminded her that you never really told her your name, which now you did.

‘But my friends usually just call me Peach. I used to talk a lot about peaches when we realized I’m allergic to them, and it just kinda stuck.’

‘It was very nice to meet you, Peach! If you need any advice on the coolest spots or the lamest ones, maybe in a bookstore or something, just ask.’

‘Actually, I might take you up on that right now. I wanted to rent some movies for tonight and I heard there’s a video store in town but I haven't found it yet.’ You haven't tried that hard either,but she doesn't have to know that. The first person who was nice to you all day. You need this.

‘You, my friend, have come to the exact right place! Come on!’ She just headed for the cashier.

‘Well, I guess no Pringles for me then.’ You whisper below your nose.

‘Shit, sorry, I didn’t even ask if you were done!’ Robin turned around and rushed back.

You found her very endearing. She was younger. Not by a lot, but just enough that you could feel it in her tone, see it in her gangly limbs and hear it in her rambling. She was like a puppy dog that was still trying to find its footing in the world.

‘You’re okay, just gonna grab some Pringles.’

‘That’s my favourite too!’ She exclaimed again and this makes her look even younger. Finding such joy in such a simple thing. Something you don’t remember doing in a long time.

‘Great, then I’ll know who to blame when they run out’ you said jokingly.

‘God, you’re good.’ Robin grinned once more and you felt like this town might not be so gloomy after all.

***

‘Oh, and there’s of course Lovers Lake but...’ she trails off for a second there. ‘Yeah, no one really goes there since the, well, you know the murders last year.’

‘Okay, so Enzo’s is a yes, Family Video is a yes and Lovers Lake is a ‘you really should know better’. Sounds about right?’

‘That’s exactly right!’

Robin has been catching you up on the town’s intricacies for the past 10 minutes as you walked towards the video store.

‘And what kind of movie were you thinking?’

‘Oh, I don’t really know. I’m a little wiped from the drive, so nothing heavy. No double features. I live alone and haven’t really gotten used to the place yet, so no horror either. Just the thought of romance currently has shivers running up my spine, so a strong no to that too. I’ll have to go with some action or comedy, I think. Back to Future and Ghostbusters never disappoint.’

‘Bad breakup?’

‘Huh?’

‘You just said romance makes your spine tingle or whatever. Bad breakup?’

‘Uhm, yeah, sort of.’ You don’t wanna say anymore but you also don’t want to look like you’re hiding something. It’s not even that. You’re just trying to forget. ‘But it’s a long and not exactly happy story.’

‘No, I get it. Breakups are a bitch. Not that I know that much about it.’

‘I mean, how much do you really have to know? You loved someone and they loved you and it’s not like that anymore. It sucks whichever way you cut it.’

Robin hummed at that and became very quiet. You were worried that maybe you struck the wrong chord with what you just said.

‘If you haven’t broken up tho, we probably never would’ve met, have we?’

‘That's a good point Robin.’ You smiled at her and looped an arm in hers. ‘Now come on, show me where the goods are!’

‘Please, don’t get your hopes up too much, we don’t have anything that isn’t at least two months old and our manager is a bit of an asshole but I’m sure you’ll find something and Dingus is not half bad at this anymore either.’

‘Dingus?’

‘You’ll find out in a second’ she said pushing in the door.

‘Sorry, we’re closing in five minutes. Please come back tomorrow or be very quick ‘cause I have to pick someone up. Thank you!’ you heard someone calling from the back.

‘Calm down Dingus, it’s just me and my new best friend.’

A messy brown haired boy popped up from behind the counter.

‘What?’

‘Peach, this is Steve, Steve this is Peach. Peach is new in town and Steve’s a dingus.’

‘Hey!’ the boy said, indignant.

‘She’s gonna figure it out sooner or later, might as well get it out of the way.’

The way they talked to each other was very sibling-like. You didn’t have any yourself but your best friend in high school had three and this was mostly the way they communicated with each other. Not very veiled insults and teasing. Classic. And also highly entertaining for everyone involved, if done correctly.

‘Sorry, I don’t wanna keep you away from your date, I just wanted to rent a movie for tonight.’

‘Oh, he’s not going on a date’ the moment the frackled girl spoke up, Steve started to give her his best ‘please shut up’ eyes, but she didn’t notice. Unlike you, who definitely did. He wasn’t subtle. ‘He’s just picking up his other friend, who happens to be a 14 year old.’

You couldn’t not chuckle at that even though you really tried, seeing as the boy in front of you had a pained look in his eyes and a bit of a blush on his cheeks.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. Also, I’m not one to talk. I chose a whole ass career that requires me to spend hours upon hours with children, so…’ you shrugged as a way to indicate, you didn’t really have a good closing thought for that sentence.

‘Are you a babysitter?’ The boy asked with furrowed brows and a tilted head. He didn't look unlike a goden retriever puppy.

‘No, dude, she’s a teacher! Isn’t that awesome?’

‘A teacher? Aren't you, like, way too young for that?’

‘You guys have very little scrupulous about what you can and can’t say, huh? But to answer your question, yes and no. I just graduated, but this place was losing teachers so fast, they needed an arts teacher, like, yesterday, so here we are. Also I did everything early.’

‘How old are you by the way, if you don’t mind me asking’ Robin chimed in now.

‘I’m 23. I have a good 10 years before I start being precious about my age, I think.’

He let out a light laugh and you took it as all clear for the laugh earlier.

‘Okay, so did you guys just come here to annoy me or can I help you with something?’

‘Oh, yeah, sorry, I was looking for a movie for tonight and Robin offered help.’

‘Great, what’s the mood, what are we thinking? Winding down after a long day with a glass of wine? Or are you looking for some excitement? Maybe a date night?’

This time you’re the one to miss the curious glint in the boy’s eyes, while Robin catches it and squints at Steve’s sneaky inquiry.

‘Oh, first one for sure. I’ve had enough excitement for one day and if I had a date I’d either need a lot more or a lot less snacks. So, just some classic entertainment for me today. You know, Risky Business, Raising Arizona, Back to the Future, something like that.’

‘Really? Back to the Future?’

‘What? You didn’t like it?’

‘It’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just a weird movie.’

‘Okay, the mom falling in love with her son part gets a little dicey at places but I love the concept, the DeLorean is a crazy cool car and Michael J. Fox is a total cutie. It’s a future classic.’

‘Huh, maybe I should give it a second chance.’

‘I might be biased but you definitely should. But only after I brought it back.’

‘Of course, ladies first, always.’ Now he smiles with something more than a little mischief. ‘Uhm, I’ll go get it for you, just stay here.’ It's not lost on you that the boy is pretty. But you know his type. It's the type you have stay cautious with. The dangerous type. At least for you.

‘So, what are your plans for the week?’ Robin asks as Steve disappears between the rows.

‘Not much really, just wanna get a little more situated and used to the town before starting school. I still have to buy some supplies, I’m big on reward stickers, I have to make sure, I always have them on me.’

‘And there we go, one Back to the Future for you’ he smiles. ‘Now I just need a couple basic information from you. Full name, address, date of birth aaand a phone number.’

You give your info to him and he rings you up.

‘Well, it was lovely meeting you guys, and you know, I guess I’ll see you around.’

‘Sure, and if you need help with anything else-

‘Enzo’s is a yes, Family Video is a definitely and Lovers Lake is a ‘you should know better’, got it.’

‘I mean, Lovers Lake gets a bad rep, but as long as you don’t want to swim it’s a great spot for a picnic or just hanging out’ Steve chimes and Robin squints again.

‘Huh. Alright, well, I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.’ You say your goodbyes and you start heading for the door but turn back as you suddenly think of something.

‘Hey, if this is too much, just say so, and I’ll go and we don’t have to talk about this ever again, but would you guys want to come around for like a housewarming dinner sometime? I know it’s probably too early but I don’t have any friends, or know anyone here, really, and you guys seem cool. I’m a decent cook and I can buy alcohol absolutely legally and I don’t have any board games, but I can buy some, or charades or whatever’ you knew you were rambling, but you couldn’t help it. You were tired and you hated to admit it but also a little bit lonely. You went out on a limb here, something that you arguably maybe did too much. But to your surprise they perk up.

‘Yeah’ Steve says with a hint of a smile. ‘What time were you thinking?’

‘How about Saturday, say around 7?’

‘It’s a date, we’ll be there, right Robs?’

‘Sure, we’ll bring desserts and oh, we could introduce you to a couple of our friends? Or maybe that’s too overwhelming. But it’s just a couple people and they’re all great, I promise. I mean, they’re little shitheads sometimes but they’re great.’

‘Yeah, oh my God, that sounds awesome! Can’t wait! And you have my address now, right?’ You raise an eyebrow at Steve.

‘Y-Yeah, we do, see you then. And just for the record, I can buy alcohol legally as well.’

‘Hm. Good to know.’

You’re giddy with your plans and have a spring in your step as you walk back to the car, blissfully unaware of Robin scolding Steve behind you.

‘Stop that.’

‘What? I’m not doing anything.’

‘Is it a date night? Lovers Lake? We don’t ask for anybody’s phone number and then you sign off with ‘it’s a date’? You’re not slick Harrington.’

‘Oh, shut up, those were just… I was just making conversation.’

‘Uh-huh, sure thing Casanova.’

‘Okay, maybe I was testing the waters a little. So what? I’m single, from what I understand, she is too, it’s not a crime.’

‘You’re also in love with Nancy. And she seems way too cool and way too nice for you to break her heart. Not that Brenda deserved to get her heart broken, but she was always a little mean in high school, so I’m biased.’

‘I didn’t break Brenda’s heart, she just liked Nate more and I’m not in love with Nancy.’

‘Fine, but you’re sure as shit not gonna break hers either. And don’t tell me, you’re not still hung up on Wheeler, cause I can see the look in your eyes, every time that obnoxious pizza van rolls into the parking lot. Also I think she might just have gone through a rough breakup or something.’

‘Who? Nancy?’

'No, Dingus, Peach!' Robin says as he swats at his chest.

'Oh.'

‘Yeah, she didn’t like say it-say it, but mentioned something in the parking lot that sounded a lot like it. So, just, you know, tread lightly, okay?

***

As you drive back home, that spooky feeling and mysterious bravado strike again. It wasn’t dark just yet but the sun was much lower in the sky and the empty streets felt colder somehow. You usually loved sunsets but there was something unnatural about the hue of orange and red today, and you did not like it one bit.

‘This is okay, you’re okay.’ You muttered to yourself, as you looked into the rearview mirror. ‘This is exactly what you came here for, you’re not chicken shit, you’ve dealt with much worse, just get it together.’

You rested your head against the steering wheel for a second. Almost unconsciously, as a routine or a mantra you reach for the glove compartment. Opening it, you reach inside and immediately relax as you find the Colt in there. You let out a long exhale and finish the routine with checking the bullets and the safety. You shove it in your bag and head inside the house.

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The Nosy Neighbor

Title: The Nosy Neighbor

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x GN Platonic Young Adult Reader

Word Cound: 2,803

Request:

omg you’re back!!! i hope you’re doing alright, life’s treating you well and all that.

since you’re looking for requests might a suggest a platonic/familial moon knight x reader (maybe a male reader but gn works too!) where the reader is a teen that’s a part of Harrow’s cult. Moon boys try help the reader get out of the cult but unfortunately reader is stubborn af. eventually they realise that Arthur is taking advantage of them and start reluctantly helping Moon Knight. Marc maybe even seeing a bit of himself in the reader when it comes to their attitude towards others (just being rude and blunt to everyone).

thank you for the chance, and again great to see you back!

A/N: Here you go!!! I'm a bit worried I didn't make them very stubborn but I hope you don't mind it much. I hope you enjoy!!! And yes, life has been treating me well. I've only been at the gym and studying lol.

“You’re a lousy spy. Did you know that?”

Sitting in the shaded London apartment on a rather gloomy day, Steven Grant sat at his kitchen table with a mug of tea in his hands and the eyes of a spy staring right at him. Now there were many things about Steven’s life that he could permit reason for having someone observe his every move. Such as how little legal paperwork the man has compared to his alter from the Americas, Marc Spector, or how he and his alter work as vigilantes for an ancient Egyptian God. The system itself was an abnormality that gave many concerns to different parties around the globe. It was a matter of time before someone was sent to observe the system’s every movement. What caught Steven, and even Marc, off guard about the whole spy situation was how it was this specific neighbor.

“Can’t say it was something I’ve been properly trained for.” spoke the spy before they took a long sip of the tea that Steven had offered them.

No, no. Marc fretted inside of the system. They’re too young. If Harrow’s reaching out to kids like this then he’s getting desperate.

“Has Harrow gotten desperate?” Steven asked the spy, only to receive a lame shrug. “You’re just a kid.”

Steven, shut up. That was rhetorical.

“Ouch. This kid still managed to get more information on you in two days than Harrow’s gotten in two years. So if you’re going to insult me, at least do it remembering that I can send everything I have on you with a simple rendezvous point away.”

Inside of the system Steven could feel Marc seethe in anger. The marine insisted to be released so that he may deal with the spy, but Steven ignored him and straightened himself up in his seat.

The spy in question was a neighbor from across the hall of Steven’s apartment. Y/n l/n, he’d learned the first week when he’d moved into the apartment. They’d introduced themselves while Steven was fumbling for his keys amongst the moving boxes outside of his flat. His first impression of them wasn’t much. Just a young chap, probably in university, and though they seemed nice, they had a sort of attitude in the way they responded. Rather abrupt and tended to keep to themselves. But they were still up for conversation whenever they found Steven in the hallway. That was something the museum tour guide liked about the chap.

So, for the next few days while Steven was moving into the apartment y/n would exit their own apartment to make small talk with the man before heading out on an errand. It was a habit that was maintained even after Steven was moved into the complex, as he often saw his neighbor while passing in the hallway. He was really pleased to have someone to talk to other than silent street performers or lonesome paintings in the museum, even if the kid could be a pain to talk to.

Marc had never made conversation with the kid himself. During one particular conversation with Steven he’d made it known that the kid probably lived alone. That thought alone never bothered him, as he’d seen all sorts back in Chicago.

But then the kid started to annoy Marc. Slowly their eventual chance encounters turned to daily occurances. Steven never minded it but to Marc he grew irked. The kid seemed to leave exactly as Steven or Marc was at the threshold of their apartment, rummaging for their keys, always inquiring about what they’ve been up to and asked questions that would require them to go into specific detail of their life, that Marc suspected that something was up. Perhaps their neighbor was eager to learn the details of the system’s life for an employer. Harrow, maybe? The CIA? He’d warned Steven to not speak to their neighbor until he’d figured out a way to deal with the young thing, but Steven went and did the exact opposite of Marc’s warning by inviting y/n into their own apartment.

The spy observed the apartment around them while Steven was in thought. “You have a nice apartment, shame it’s such a mess.”

“It’s not that messy,” Steven dismissed the look they gave him, “I don’ suppose you want anotha cuppa?”

y/n looked to the mug in their hand and sloshed it around before nodding. “Yeah, why not. I think I’ve gotten past the suspicion that you’re trying to poison me.”

Steven smiled at the young thing with a chuckle, relieved that despite the situation they had a sense of humor, and grabbed the kettle that sat between the two. As he poured the steaming liquid into the mugs, there was a sort of silence in the air. He tried to ignore the look that y/n gave him, probably expecting for him to continue the conversation.

“Thank you,” y/n accepted the mug from the gift shopist, “So how long have you known?”

“Known that you’ve been spying on us?” Steven sat back in his seat, “oh, we’ve known for a bit. Marc started catchin’ on ‘bit before me, but I’s was in denial about it. ‘Just that you’d been so nice an’ all, I told him ‘No, Marc, they’re just a nice chap. It’s just the generation these days, they don’t take the time to get to know their neighbors, we’re just not used to it when someone like them comes along’.”

He chuckled at his words, shaking his head and reaching for his reading glasses. “But a few weeks ago, Marc noticed you started receiving flowers. Tulips, always were tulips at your doormat. They’d came same time every week with a letter attached. That’s how your employers been communication’ with you, hasn’t he?”

“Wow,” y/n chuckled in exasperation, and almost in disbelief at the accusations thrown by the man, “so let me get this straight, you’re accusation of me being a spy is because I’ve been receiving flowers? Is that all?”

“Quite is, actually.”

“I’m sorry, Steven, but if you can’t see people as an enemy just because they have a partner and you don’t.”

“See, no you don’t. You know how I know?” Marc leaned over with his knees resting on his knees. “Cause all of this time we’ve met in the hallway, not once were you accompanied by your ‘partner’. You keep to yourself. You don’t have people over. Not even kids your age. So even a one-nighter walking out of your door is going to catch my attention. But same as me, you’ve not been catching many fishes out there, hm?”

There was silence. y/n glared at the marine at the string of words they’d received. All the while the marine observed their expression with a snide smirk written on his lips. Marc didn’t particularly blame them for the way they looked at him, but he paid no mind in showing the teen the attitude they’d given the gift shopist for these last few weeks.

“You know your boss has a real good sense of humor,” Marc tapped the mug against the table before hovering the ceramic to his lips. He spoke again before taking a swig. “ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ Way back in the day a Chinese general used to say that. He never lost a battle. Harrow must look up to him, choosing you for the job. Being across the hall can really let you into someone’s life.”

y/n looked at him as though they had no clue who they were speaking with. “Is it still you or is it the history buff talking now?”

“Nope, still me.” Marc clarified, unperturbed by the kid’s confusion. “I know a bit about history myself.”

“Oh.” y/n mused. Their eyes glanced between the marine and the cup between his fingers. “Sorry, it just seems like you’re more the muscle than the brains.”

Marc, completely ignoring the insult thrown at him, took another swig of his drink while y/n spoke again, making a face when he realized he’d drank Steven’s tea. “Alright, I’m a spy. What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? That’s not going to stop Harrow, he’s going to make the world right. ”

They watched the marine stand up from the table and make his way to the kitchen. Sitting atop the counter was a half-full pot of coffee he’d prepared earlier in the day. He grabbed a new mug from the counter and prepared his drink.

“We’s just wanna talk, is all. Understand why you’re doing what you’re doing.” Steven grabbed Marc’s cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table once more. This time he’d pulled his seat closer to the young thing and nestled his forearms onto the table. “ well, I do. Marc just wants to get you out of our way and deal with Harrow already.”

“.”

Steven chuckled, “So, how did this whole thing start between you and Harrow?”

The spy took a long look at him. Steven could tell that they were debating as to whether or not to disclose such private information to their supposed enemy. They looked at him with a stone face, fingers tapping in thought before they weighed in their decision. Expression morphing to match the sigh of defeat they exhaled, y/n hunched over their cup and watched the tea leaves in their drink.

“First time Harrow approached me about doing all of this I told him I’d do a lousy job, that I’d get caught. I told him to find someone else in town that could do it, but he was insistent for me to do it. Said that I was chosen to do it, that I was meant to do it.” They were mumbling, barely above a whisper that Marc had to lean closer to hear their words. Finally, after a few moments, they inhaled, straightening themselves into the chair. “Were you blipped?”

Marc observed the kid for a moment before answering. “No, I wasn’t.”

“I was a part of the population that was Blipped some years ago. When I came back there was no home to go back to and none of my family was accounted for, and the whole world didn’t care about people like me. But Harrow cared. He opened up his town to those who needed it and took the time to get to know every single person who came to him. Eventually, Arthur received a vision from the gods that he was meant to create a perfect world. He said that everyone who ever did us wrong would be punished. I mean, the world would be pure again. But he had a problem, you…”

y/n took a sip from their cup. All the while, Marc could only look at the teen with a straight face despite his anxiousness to the kid. It was obvious that the young thing suffered from Stockholm syndrome. They had the whole world turn their back on them. It was only natural that now they were so agreeing to the one person who showed them right, however double-sided it could have been.

“Harrow could easily send his men to my apartment and finish me off if he wanted to.” Marc admitted, knowing that his current living situation wasn’t exactly fort knox. “So why bother sending a spy on me?”

“He said he wanted to know what makes you tick. Whether the rumors that you were unwell were true.”

y/n paused and spoke with hesitation in his voice. “If there really are two of you in there.”

From inside the system, Steven shifted uncomfortably. It seemed that the news of the system spreads fast.

“ ‘If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’ “

y/n smirked, amused by the words that the marine mumbled. “Same general said that? Or are you making shit up now.”

“Same one,” Marc acknowledged the young thing before Steven fronted. Immediately the man’s posture shrank and the little spy felt more at ease with the gift shopist accompanying them. “You do realize that what Harrow’s doing is wrong, don’ you?”

“Bringing justice to those who commit wrongs?” y/n shook their head confidently. “I don’t see anything wrong about that.”

Steven stared at y/n in disbelief, letting out a small scoff. “You don’ see anything wron- you can’t be serious? He’s probably about to take out half the planet. Aren’t you pissed from that guy- that- Thanos? Do you really want something like that to happen again? After everything you’ve been through?”

“The difference between him and Harrow is that it's all perfectly designed. Harrow brings justice to all of this! He’s wanting to kill off people before they get the chance to do something wrong! The people who were blipped, were blipped without discrimination. Doctors, murderers, criminals, children, lawyers! There were innocent people whose lives were ruined. My life was ruined. I was innocent.“

Marc’s voice was stern and rigid, trying to clear y/n’s riled up demeanor before they got more worked up. Only they were still going.

“You’re putting a perfect world at jeopardy, Harrow needs to make sure you don’t get in the way and-”

“Alright, stop, stop, stop.” Marc holds up his palm to the young thing in a final attempt to stop them, careful not to show any sign of aggression. “It’s mass genocide.”

y/n stared at the marine for a long moment, showing no sign of speaking. Maybe they were realizing the depth of Marc’s words? Had he gotten through? If so, he needed to act fast. So, Marc grabs his chair and pulls it so that he sits closer to the young thing. “Alright, y/n, I’m gonna need you to listen very carefully to me. Okay? Now, I know Harrow took you into his wing, fed you, clothed you, gave you a place to go, an’ you feel like you want to do what you can to help him. Pay him back, even. Trust me, I’ve been there before. Owed my life to a god myself and it got me in more trouble than you know. But Harrow’s working with a god whose concept of crimes is much different than you and I’s are, so there are people who are going to be punished for things that aren’t as bad as we make ‘em to be. And if it comes down to that you are called to die for a crime that you have yet to commit, do you think Harrow’s going to vouch for you? Well, do you?”

The spy, unwavering eyes staring into Marc’s own, said nothing. But they didn’t need to. Marc knew very well that he was slowly making sense to the young thing.

“What’s happened to you is going to happen again, only this time you’re going to see what a mess the world was when you left it. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And between you and I, I don’t think the world can handle something like that happening once more. Now, it doesn’t have to be this way. You can change that. But you’re gonna have to help me. how about you and I work together, hm? The more I know about how Harrow’s whole operation works, the better I’ll be able to take him down. How’s that sound, hm?”

Though Marc didn’t get his answer right away, instead he shot back against his chair when y/n abruptly stood up from the table and began to make their way to the door. Reaching for their shoes that they’d left, drenched in water from the rain outside, they hurriedly put them on.

“You’re crazy,” They grumbled from the doorway. Marc remained seated at his place from the table.

“Please, let me walk you out.” Steven stood up from the seat and reached for the door. He opened it, stepping to the side and patiently waited for y/n as they finished.

“Just think about my offer.” Marc urged as y/n straightened themselves up and gazed at him with reluctance in their eyes. “There are worse enemies out there than me, yknow.”

y/n, in all their confidence, strode past the marine and exited into the hallway of the floor that they shared. Swiftly they strode to their apartment at the end of the hall, and as Marc watched them he watched how their stride fell almost too quickly when they noticed a bouquet of tulips awaiting their doorstep.

Now, Marc didn’t know what exactly was in the letter that waited inside of the bouquet. But whatever was written inside of that piece of paper had made y/n question the theology behind Harrow’s conquest, as a few hours after their lovely conversation were they waiting outside of his doorstep with tulips in their hands.

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Thinking about the Orpheus and Eurydice myth and specifically a lot of modern interpretations of it. Because the thing that everyone always focuses on is Orpheus' grief, and that's understandable: it is a story about grief, and it is is grief, above all else, that transcends time, that we as a modern audience can still relate to. Who has lost a loved one and hasn't wanted to go down to the underworld to drag them up? We get it.

But it isn't just a story of love or grief; it's a story of necromancy. It is a story of looking at the laws of the world and deciding they shouldn't apply to you because they hurt to much. It is a story about defying the gods.

And a lot of modern audiences are inherently sympathetic to this, if only because every other jrpg ends with you fistfighting a god or two. Gonna take a gamble and say this read differently for ancient audiences, but I'm no classicist and feel like comparison between modern and ancient audience readings of the myth is wildly outside of my purview. I'm talking about it because I feel like this is an aspect that gets overlooked in the modern retellings and interpretations of the myth.

Because imagine you are Hades, in charge of the Underworld, a vital if extremely gloomy part of this world. Hundreds of thousands of souls stream in every day, most ordinary as they come, most mourned deeply by someone or another. Then this boy comes to you begging for his beloved. And who hasn't begged for their beloved? Sure, they don't usually come to your door, but it's not as if you haven't heard them. Most everyone down here is mourned, or was at some point. This boy is not special, except for the fact that he can sing well enough to capture your wife's attention. And it touches your heart too, if you're honest. So you'll grant his wish, on one condition: he doesn't look back.

Why do you set that condition? Is it a cruel trap? An uncaring god tricking a poor mortal, helpless against his own love? Maybe.

Or maybe it's a god asking as a mortal: do you respect me? You have come down here to plead your case, and plead it well you have, but you are asking to break the laws of the world, to bring the dead to life. If I let you do it, will you do it again? Will you tell everyone else you did it, will I have other beggars at my door, each with stories just as bad or worse than yours? Do you understand why the world can't function that way, why these laws exist, why I exist? Do you respect me?

You are asking me to break the laws of the world: do you respect them even so? Can you adhere to them when asked to? Or will you always break them, again and again, in the face of your own pain?

And Orpheus would. He would break them again and again. He does not understand them, or worse, he believes they do not apply to him because he is special.

That's why he looks back. The laws of the universe are nothing in the face of his pain. It's also why he goes back after he fails and tries to persuade Hades all over again; it's why he keeps roaming the world in mourning until he's ripped apart and dies, reuniting with Eurydice in the Underworld, finally happy (in Ovid, at least, that's where I read the myth, dunno if it appears in other ancient sources or how it's played there). In my opinion, the tragedy of Orpheus wasn't his grief or his loss; it was that he could not live with them.

I'm not here to argue for One True Interpretation of the myth, I'm perfectly aware that's not how these things work and I don't want them to work like that. I just think it's worth taking into consideration that Orpheus' quest wasn't just about grief; it was about hubris too.

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jabberwondia · 2 years

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memento mori

Malleus had found a way to make time stop.

Malleus Draconia x Gender Neutral Reader Notes: This one is a little sad. Hurt and comfort, existential angst, fear of death, mortality. Please skip if this is not your cup of tea.

Malleus had found a way to make time stop.

Granted, it wasn’t foolproof, as it would often end up speeding time instead. And yet when it worked – oh, when it worked, it was stronger than any magic he could ever hope to master.

You, on the other hand, were always running out of time. Mostly literally – running from class to class, cramming the night before exams, chasing after Grim – life in Twisted Wonderland had been a vortex of emotions and activities that were hard to get used to. Somehow, in all that madness, you had fallen in love with Malleus, and to your surprise, he had returned the affections with every fiber of his being. But, as it turns out, falling in love with a magical entity is a problem in and of itself. Malleus was always late to your nights out together, insisted on taking you to disheveled ruins far hidden in forests, and although he meant well, a part of him was enveloped in this eternal sadness – not just by his gloomy disposition, but by his adamant apathy to all things regarding school duty, and his jaded view on human life.

“Malleus,” you call softly. “You know, you don’t have to help me study.”

Cradled in his lap, he simply watches in silence as you go through your books.

“The time that remains for us is a precious gift. I’ve come to terms that I cannot have you by my side forever, so in turn, at least allow me to be there for all your moments.”

“That’s... dark.”

Silently, you wonder if the Fae feel the same range of emotions as humans. A different lifespan comes with its own kind of existential dread, though you cannot begin to fathom what it must be like. That being said, Malleus suddenly turning the subject of every other conversation into a constant reminder of your mortality is unwelcome on this particular day, as you are feeling especially emotional.

“Well, your journey is short. Spending it all by your side it the least I can do.”

“You.”

He’s said nothing new. He’s said nothing that he hasn’t before. Listen – if you spin it the other way around, it might actually sound romantic. And yet today – for some reason, today, you’ve had enough. Does it not suffice that you are thrown into a strange world, forced to learn magic (even though you cannot invoke it), lost all notion of what your regular life used to be like – how can he possibly understand? He’s never told you, so don’t even know – what his powers are like, how many centuries he’s lived through. Everything shrouded in mystery as you need to sort all his conundrums and metaphors, deal with his taciturn demeanor; enough is enough.

“Aren’t you tired of playing-pretend as a high school student?” You hiss, holding back tears that go so deep, they feel like they’re forming in the back of your throat instead of your eyes. “What gives!? I’ll be dead in another sixty or so years anyways, eighty if I'm lucky. Please, just stop reminding me.”

At first, your choice of words clouds his eyes with anger and dejection – you can sense an electric current rising as suddenly the outside air is not so clear anymore. But quickly and surely, Malleus steadies down, and so does the weather.

“Child of Man,” he begins to say. “I apologize.”

“No. I’m sorry,” you shake your head. “I’ve been... pondering a lot lately.”

“I should not have voiced such sad thoughts out loud. It won’t happen again.”

“No, really, it’s okay. It’s just... this impossible dream.”

“What do you dream of?”

You dare not say, but you dream of becoming a fairy. I mean, if magic is possible in this crazy world, then it’s not such a farfetched fantasy, right? Not out of greed – you could not care less if it’s ten, sixty, or five hundred more years until you die. Time is not important. You just want to live in the same dimension, the same frequency as Malleus, grow gray hairs together – is that too much to ask? In the current scenario, both your existences are so foreign to each other, that if you had to put it in easier terms, you'd say it feels like being a dog –loyal, unconditional, and sure, we love dogs as much as we love our kin– but an inevitable barrier separates them to us. We might meet one, two, thirty dogs – yet to them, we are their Only Human. How is that fair?

Malleus is not good at guessing other’s thoughts. He’s told you that much before. But when he sees you start to weep quietly, he knows.

“I can stop time.”

“No weird magic, Hornton,” you warn. “And please don’t joke about this. I’m not in the mood.” In all honesty, it’s hard to tell if the Thorn Prince himself is jesting or not – hey, he's capable of the occasional wisecrack now and then, and you don’t doubt him, but then again, stopping the flow of time itself seems like an overpowered cheat skill for anyone to have.

“No,” he assures. “Not magic. Or perhaps it is. Just not the conventional kind.”

A deep sigh escapes your lungs. He is not going to let this go, so you feel obliged to comply. “Fine. I’ll humor you. Show me.”

Malleus shifts your weight on his lap easily, and when he places a hand to cup your face, it dawns on you how it’s so big and monstrous and his fingers are like claws – so much so, that the tip of his little finger extends to your neck, and the span of his hand clutches your nape and ear and cheek all at once, effortlessly. His lime green eyes shine in the rising moon of the evening, heavy lids, zooming in on you, seeing nothing else. And then his pale face inches closer, and he kisses you. It’s that simple. There are no tricks, no spells. But he does it slow and carefully. At first, a peck on the lips, which inevitably tastes of your tears; he wipes them off gently with his thumb, crisscrossing your cheeks, so gently that you can mentally trace the zigzags his fingers are making by the lingering static of his touch. Then again, but this time Malleus is a bit more forceful; not too much, he knows exactly how to handle your fragile skin. Taking turns between nibbling your upper lip, then switching to sucking on your lower lip – wet, tender, reddened; pausing to allow you to catch your breath, and also just to take the sight of you in, as you are panting, squirming on his lap. The sadness is ever present, but a bittersweet joy soon fills you instead – and Malleus kisses you over and over again, scaling in intensity, making you lose your sense of balance, being or gravity, as if you cannot smell or see or hear anything else, all that remains is your sense of touch, and all you feel is him. “See?” Malleus whispers, breaking the lock of your lips, still remaining so close that it makes you shake with the vibrating tones of his voice; like a cat’s purr. “But a fleeting moment, yet it feels like an eternity.”

Malleus had found a way to make time stop.

It wasn’t foolproof, but oh, when it worked, it was stronger than any magic he could ever hope to master. And for a brief instant, time had forgiven you both.

“to kiss you”

A series of one-shots and drabbles featuring the Twisted Wonderland boys, kisses, and a specific body part.

Part 1: Azul Ashengrotto x Gender Neutral Reader, legs.

Part 2: Malleus Draconia x Gender Neutral Reader, lips. [you’re here]

#malleus x mc #malleus angst #malleus draconia #malleus x yuu #malleus x y/n #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x mc #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #jabberwondia #jabberwondia originals #crossposted to ao3

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little-peril-stories · 10 months

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Intro: The Queen of Lies

AU for The Prince of Thieves / WC: keeps changing, will let you know someday

Masterlist | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

I sold myself to a loveless thing / And I walk'd to the altar and there I lied

C.W.S., Harper's Weekly, 7 July 1866

At a Glance

Genres: romance, historical, whump

POV/tense: 3rd-person, past tense

Small main cast; single narrator two narrators lol

You can enjoy the story without reading TPOT - the side characters just won't feel nearly as fleshed out here (I think so, anyway.)

tbh it's a romance with added bonus of torture, captivity, dread, angst, intimidation, and fun whumpy happenings

Description

THE QUEEN OF LIES is a tale of quiet courage, inner strength, and forbidden love—and the ways we can change our lives for the better if only we dare to take a leap of faith.

Four years ago, Breanna Cooper made a choice that altered the course of her life forever.

She stayed.

Instead of running away from a man she knew did not and could not love her, she remained—and became Mrs. Breanna Hatchett. Now she exists quietly in a life half-lived, striving to be the perfect wife and always falling short.

One day, a chance encounter in Constable Baden Hatchett’s prison brings her face to face with a captured thief from the notorious thieving gang Iustitia aecum. Though she swears she will forget the boy to whose brutal punishment she bears witness, it soon becomes clear that forgetting him is something she simply cannot do.

On a whim, for the first time in years, Breanna takes a chance and seeks out the thief—and yet again, her life is changed forever.

Vibes & Tropes

Forbidden love

Tragic backstory

“Who did this to you?”

Gazing through cell bars

"I'll fight for you"

“Why are you helping me?”

Gloomy skies, autumn leaves, rain & thunder

Against all logic and reason…

"I will always find you"

Alternatively, if you are a music-minded person, I collected some song lyrics that make me think of this story.

Cast of Characters

Main & Major Characters

BREANNA HATCHETT: Our heroine. Four years ago, she married into an abusive relationship, and since then she has been going through her life like a ghost, doing as her husband says and trying to be the perfect wife. When fate sends her careening into the story of an imprisoned thief, her entire world is rocked to its core.

FOX/THE THIEF: Our hero. If you’re new here, enjoy spending 50% of the story not knowing his name. Sharp-tongued and defiant, impulsive and reckless, the thief is determined to take his secrets to his grave to protect his family, if that’s what it takes. He is slowly losing hope…that is, until he is granted unexpected kindness by the least likely person imaginable. Suddenly, there’s more hope and light in his life than he ever expected to see again.

CONSTABLE BADEN HATCHETT: Our bad guy. Breanna’s husband. Vindictive, controlling, and manipulative, he wields his power and influence inside and outside the prison where he works as a constable. Above all things, he despises disobedience and disorder the most. When Breanna begins to take her life into her own hands, he will stop at nothing to gain control over her once again. Whatever it takes.

JUNIOR CONSTABLE CURTIS LENTON: A constable who is not-so-secretly pining for Breanna. He is a friend to her in the only way he knows how, but this means he is sometimes overprotective of her—to a fault.

DR. ALLAN ARMSTRONG DALE: A newly employed doctor who has a habit of getting in over his head no matter what universe he's in.

SPIDER: An elusive woman who helps to run the thieving gang Iustitia aecum.

HARE: The fourth and final member of IA’s inner circle.

WOLF/THE THIEF’S BROTHER: A mysterious character whose identity the thief goes to great lengths to protect.

ALICE: Breanna’s friend who encourages her to take more risks in her life.

Other Characters

MRS. BRISTOW: A nurse working at the prison. Better at the job than the medic.

MRS. DENNISON: The Hatchetts' housekeeper.

MR. GYSBORNE: The prison medic.

JUNIOR CONSTABLE MICHAELSON: A vicious officer who works under Baden Hatchett. Notable for his leering gaze and sadistic tendencies.

MARGUERITE: Breanna’s other friend.

DR. RICHARDS: The other, not-so-nice doctor.

INSPECTOR BULWELL: The head of the prison where Baden works.

MISS DUGFORD: A cruel bully of a nurse

FAQ

What will I like about TQOL?

Well, if you liked the thief’s snark in TPOT, then it’s, like, tripled, especially in the early chapters here. But this is a different story—far more romantic—and you might like getting to see a much softer side of him, too.

You might like Breanna’s character development from a very frightened and sheltered wife to a courageous young woman who is willing to take risks and face her fears.

If you like romantic tension, forced proximity, pining, and lots of caretaking/comfort, then I hope you’ll like this story!

How do I know if this story is for me?

You can check out the Contents/Warnings here. There are spoilers in that post, so click at your own risk.

For TPOT readers:

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stop here if you don't want any vague spoilers for The Prince of Thieves!

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What are the biggest differences between TPOT and TQOL?

Shorter. Fewer but often longer chapters. 3rd-person past tense.

There's the whole name thing. The name "Cooper" only shows up 3 times in the whole thing. "Mrs. Hatchett," on the other hand...

In TPOT, we know the thief’s name right away because he and two other inner circle members are POV characters. Breanna is the only POV character in TQOL........uh....listen. We just have to wait until she learns his name. For stylistic reasons.

Since Breanna didn't run away and never joined IA, all her serendipitous meetings with the thief in her past never happened. Her first encounter with him is in Chapter 1.

Obviously, since they're married, the relationship between Baden and Breanna—while strained and 100% toxic, problematic, and unhealthy—is not as antagonistic as it is in TPOT.

In the beginning, we get a little less existential dread because the thief isn’t expecting execution but rather long-term imprisonment, labour, or exile to a penal colony (no actual plot reason for this, I just wanted to play with the stakes and see how it changed the dynamics. because I can). This means that Ezra Johnston (the captured runner from TPOT) was never hanged and so we catch up with the thief in a slightly better mental state than the same point in TPOT.

Wolf and Jr. Constable Michaelson have reduced roles (compared to TPOT), while Jr. Constable Lenton (who literally only appears in two TPOT chapters) has an elevated role and gets a first name.

The time period is slightly different (because of reasons), but I doubt this is actually noticeable in the writing, only in my brain. I had to do a decent amount of research for this one particular plot thread, so now I know what decade we’re in lol.

What’s the same between TPOT and TQOL?

Well, Hatchett is still an asshole, and actually, so is the thief (affectionate)...he's still a snarky, potty-mouthed rascal. The IA setup is pretty much the same, the tattoo hasn’t changed, and the thief’s determination to keep the inner circle safe and out of Hatchett’s clutches is as strong as ever. On the IA end, everything up to the flogging has played out pretty much the same (see above q for a few lil differences). It's Breanna's life that has been wildly different.

In terms of tropes/plots….yes, I repeated a few. I don’t want to say them here bc spoilers but if you really want to know, send me a DM and I’ll spill which TPOT parts get their own AU twist.

Thanks for reading! <3 Hope you like it!

If you've made it this far, here's your reward:

Image ID: a square image of the external wall of a brick building with barred windows. White text reads: “No, not a hanging. It’s not for ladies to see or think of. No need to trouble yourself with such things.” End ID.

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Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 1: New Instructions

Sometimes people get what they want. Life provides them with loving family, a warm home, and assuring comfort. That can make a person lazy if they take it for granted. Other times, life gives you the short end of the stick. I will never get what I want. But you learn to live with that when you’re a 00 Agent.

It’s not that I’m unhappy serving my country. A true British patriot at heart. However my loyalty always seems to falter when my country never seems to reward me in return. Granted, my life could be a boring job with me trapped behind a desk. Instead M let me be a field agent, despite me being the youngest trainee. I’ve only been an official 00 agent for a year, but I’ve learned as much as what an ordinary soldier does in a lifetime. M did say that Bond, Agent 007, is the best of the best. And his teachings have proven just that.

But I guess even Bond gets unlucky sometimes. When he got shot in the field it took a harder hit on his mind rather than his body. The older agent seems to have re-thought how capable he is because I keep hearing rumors about him taking a desk job, which is what both him and I refer to as the MI6 talk for retirement.

Right now I'm returning from the training room, my abs practically melting from all the push-ups I’ve just suffered through. I hear a grunt from the shadows, and turn to see 007 rubbing his chest where the bullet struck him.

“How is it today?” I inquire softly.

He gives a dark chuckle. “Not one of my better days, Levie.”

My nickname. I’m 0011, so he calls me Levie. He must be having a bad day.

“I’m sorry, Bond. I truly am.”

“I know. Sorry for being so gloomy, but I get an excuse.”

I nod and go to sit on a nearby bench. “I don’t blame you. It doesn’t help that-”

But I cut myself off before I go further. This is beginning to stretch into a conversation I’d rather now venture through, but now Bond is suspicious.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.” He steps closer. “What?”

I sigh in defeat and look down to avoid his piercing gaze. “It doesn’t help that at your age, chances of recovery are less flexible.”

Bond takes a minute to digest these words, then huffs. “You saying I’m old?”

“I’m saying you're experienced.”

“Between you and Mallory I’d think I’m becoming an old man. Now that you’re here, walk with me.” Bond gestures for me to follow as he starts walking towards the offices.

MI6 is far from what I’d call exciting. Unless there’s an emergency, the office space is normally tame compared to the world outside. I follow Bond to the elevator, where he informs me he just had a meeting with M.

“I’m about to be assigned a new mission. More than likely you’ll accompany me, as usual. I’ve even got a new Quartermaster. Sounds like you do too, from what M tells me.”

Um, yay? I guess this new one can’t be as bad as my old one. He was very old-fashioned in his thinking and always thought I should have never been promoted to 00 status because of my age.

“Is he good?”

Bond chuckles and turns to meet my eye. “You’ll like him.”

“Why?” I ask, slightly intrigued.

“You’ll see.” The elevator dings and Bond steps out into the hall leading to the vehicle depot.

“When will I meet him?” I call out.

He turns to give a quick wave and answers: “He’ll find you.”

Then the door closes, leaving me to ride back up to await my next instructions. Once I’m on the top floor I head to the roof access stairs, stepping out into the cool air for some time to think. Ever since that list of names has been leaked, my mind’s been far from easy. Not that I have anything to lose if I die, but death isn’t really something I’d planned on yet.

“0011?” A voice comes from behind.

I don’t even turn around, still staring at the Londoners walking about below. “Hello, Eve. Got any good news for me?”

Eve’s a few years older than me, which gets her a bigger pull in the workforce. People expect her to be responsible and me to be naive. But she, along with M, treat me as any other agent, which I am always grateful for.

“I am told to tell you that you are to meet your new Quartermaster in exactly 2 hours at the Blixen.”

My breath catches. “Hm. Isn’t that a bit much for a first meeting?”

“M chooses the locations, not me. You’re lucky she didn’t send you to a stuffy museum like she did with Bond.” Eve grips my shoulders and gives me a pointed look. “Wear something nice. Remember, no fighting at the dinner table. This is an adult matter.”

I roll my eyes at her teasing and we both start laughing.

“I’ll find something, no problem. My apartment is basically a fashion warehouse.”

“I’ve always wondered why you chose a tiny apartment. With your payroll you could do much better.”

I shrug. “No one to take up space but Cricket and me.”

Eve rolls her eyes. “Your cat has become your boyfriend.”

In my line of work, the term ‘boyfriend’ hardly comes into the radar. People sometimes get what they want, sometimes life has other plans.

Eve must mistake my silence for nerves regarding tonight’s meeting. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. He’s nice.”

For some oddball reason, her encouraging words feel more like she’s preparing me for a date rather than a mission briefing.

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

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bearbluebooks · 7 months

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Chapter 2: Nautical Errors

Captain Azriel and chief stew Gwyn are both employed at superyacht Velaris. Four years ago they shared one passionate night and one cold morning when Gwyn woke up to an empty bed and even emptier promises. Will the past catch up with them?

Read on AO3 or under the cut :)

This chapter has angst, banter, the Smut Sisters and a lot of NSFW. I said Porn without Plot so that's what you'll get!

TW: reference to sexual assault, mention of word r*pe

Azriel POV

Rain on the sea was a beautiful play of movement and melody. Each drop formed a different note in the ballad of waves. Together they formed a dance that spoke to Azriel's soul.

The monotone beats of the drip, drip, drip offered a calmness he rarely felt in the normal world. It was on a similarly dark and gloomy evening that an immense dog walked up to the docks. The obsidian animal was nearly invisible in the darkness of night.

He was about to walk away, back to the solitude of his boat when he noticed the dog that followed his every footstep, like a shadow that never left him.

He tried to bring her to a shelter, but she always found her way back to him.

He grew fond of the soothing presence and the comforting joy she brought to his life.

He didn’t think about the memory often, he loathed to think about where she would’ve been if they didn’t find each other on the dock that evening.

The sudden moisture on his face brought back the memory in a flash, when he woke up to the rare rain he loved so much, and the dog licking it off his face- whom he loved equally as much.

“Welcome back to the world of the living, captain.” A lilting voice said from behind him.

It was still dark out, the only sound was the rain that dropped silently on the teak flooring and the rustling waves of the sea.

The voice belonged to the copper-haired stew who was sitting on a deck chair that was conveniently covered by a beach umbrella.

Despite the colder temperature, she was wearing short white cotton shorts, a white camisole, and a knitted brown cardigan. She wore her hair up in a messy bun, with loose strands that framed her freckled face.

He jolted up with a force that almost knocked Shadow off his lap, “were you watching me sleep?” he suggested slightly shocked.

What was she doing here?

He glanced quickly at the night sky to calculate what time it was, and he could confidently say she should be in bed right now.

“I thought maybe there was some wisdom to you sleeping outside. I guess your talent is limited to being captain.” Her voice was strong, but there seemed to be some other emotion behind it.

His heart warmed at that aspiring insult. Why were even her insults laced with compliments? She should really work on that, and he would gladly help: “You think I’m a good captain?” he tried not to smirk but he couldn’t help it.

All embarrassment- or anger, went directly to her cheeks. “I didn’t say that.” She turned away from him to face the sea instead. “Stop putting words in my mouth”, she spit out.

He slightly moved Shadow off his body and walked towards a beach bed across from her.

“Why are you really here, Gwyneth?” he demanded with genuine concern. He knew the grueling schedule of chief stews. They worked backbreaking 16-hour days, filled with a difficult balance between acting, skill, guidance, and leadership. She was responsible for the performance of all stews, and the quality of the guest experience. It was a balancing act few stews achieved successfully in their careers, and that was with sleep.

Even though he had moments of silence, she was not granted that privilege. He couldn’t fathom how she was doing it without.

She remained silent as he took the seat across from her. He knew they didn’t have that kind of relationship, but they agreed to be cordial. He was still her boss. Her well-being was the ship's well-being.

“I know I am a sight to behold, but even I can admit I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.” he said in an attempt to get her to explain what the hell she was doing here in the middle of the night.

She finally looked him in the eyes when she said “If you must know, I have really bad insomnia.” She sat back, easing her body into the chair, and the conversation.

“I’m lucky if I get three hours of sleep a night.” She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say more but she chose not to. Instead, she crossed her arms, slipping that guard back up.

“Me too.” He decided to answer.

He had struggled with restlessness ever since he was a little boy. His dad used to test him, to see how far he could push him before he would break. Food, sleep, and grades were all means of control. Methods to prove he was finally worthy. That he was worth love, worth it to be part of the family, worth it to exist.

He was the bastard child, his brothers often reminded him of the fact. His hands were a permanent reminder. To never forget he wasn’t good enough- not as a son, not as a brother, not as a male.

His hands were a gift from his brother, the insomnia a gift from his father.

Her small voice interrupted the flood of memories when she asked “what do you usually do-?”

“-to sleep.”

Over the years he had developed ways to tire his body and mind, “I work out. I watch the night sky.”

“…I read.”

Reading was one of the few ways through which his mind could shut off- reading and fucking. Although he was never shy of people to assist him in the latter, books came with fewer emotional attachments and complications.

She laughed with a smile that reached her eyes when she dared “You read?”

“I am more than just a pretty face, Gwyneth.”

“Fair enough.” She answered with a smirk of her own.

She contemplated her next question.

As if she didn’t know where to start until she decided on: “What do you read?”

“Let me guess…”

“International code of signals. Ships Routing. Maritime Rescue manuals.”

“No, no, wait, don’t tell me. Moby DICK!” She laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

She was enjoying this too much. Two could play that game. “What do you like to read.”

There was that red flush to her skin again. This should be interesting.

Cassian had informed him of the kind of books Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn liked to read in their book club, called ‘Smut Sisters’. Cassian stole one of their books once, just to see what all the fuss was about.

He was no stranger to experimentation in (and out) of the bedroom, he participated in his fair share of practices that some would label as intense, or scandalous, but the little parts he read turned even his cheeks red.

He was curious to see if she would admit it, or if she had another answer ready.

“It’s nothing you’d know.” She said with a dismissive hand.

“Try me”, he coaxed with a smile he tried really hard not to have shown on his face. He didn’t want to push her too much.

She looked him up and down before she finally caved and admitted her interesting reading choice, “Selena Drake’s latest novel To Capture a Heart: Tales of the Sea. Nesta, Emerie, and I thought it would be ironic.”

“Uhuh.” He only said. Ironic his ass.

“And what’s it about, it sounds interesting.”

She crossed her arms again. He knew he shouldn’t be pushing so hard but it was so difficult not to. Like when someone told you not to press the red button, and your whole body urges you to do it.

“It’s about a pirate who rescues his long-lost love. They met when they were younger, she fell in love first, but he fell harder, and they were separated by circumstances but true love can never be kept apart.”

“And there’s lots and lots of sex in it.” she quickly added.

Something shifted in her demeanor when she said “I know you and Cassian stole one of our books last year.”

“You think you’re so mysterious and sleek, but you can’t fool me, Azriel.”

She quietly added, “Not anymore.”

“Good night, captain.” She hastily stood up from the deckchair and walked back towards the entrance to the interior.

The wind howled all around him. The sea rocked the ship to sleep. But he was wide awake. He knew why he was distant, but why was she?

Something suddenly shifted in him. He was prepared to be cordial, to let the past be in the past, at least for this charter season. But that sentence with that emotion, ‘not anymore’, made him angry. She said it as if she was hurt.

He looked at the empty seat across from him, and then to the door she was disappearing behind.

He jumped up out of his deck chair as if the wind aided him as he yelled “wait!”

It was silent. And a thousand different scenarios filled his head. What if she ignored him and went back to her cabin? Or worse, what if she came back?

He first saw her copper hair and her teary teal eyes, before he heard the words “Are you ordering me as my captain, or are you asking me?

He stepped forward as he said, “Whichever one makes you stay.”

She seemed to contemplate the answer. Weighing out all options. She was a thinker, too, it seemed.

“What do you want Azriel?” She said as she leaned against the metal wall, close enough to the exit but right in his line of sight.

“What did you mean when you said ‘not anymore’?” He took another step forward. He tried not to let his anger show.

Anger was an emotion he grew up very familiar with. An emotion he vowed to never release, especially not towards women. He remembered how his mother would cower in front of his father. No hand needed to be raised, his voice was enough.

“You know what I meant.” She spat out. Crossing her arms. As if the posture could protect her from whatever emotion was unfolding inside of her.

“Why don’t you explain.” He was really trying not to raise his voice, or to ball his fingers into fists, or to move too close.

He steadied his breath and stayed on his spot. He needed to understand what she remembered, because he sure as hell knew what he remembered: the greatest and worst night of his life.

“You left.” She said as her eyes turned downcast and a tear ran down her cheek. She adjusted the sleeves over her hands, to give her the comfort she was longing for but he couldn’t give. Didn’t want to give.

He still didn’t understand the emotion behind her words. He was the one who deserved to be hurt, what reason could she possibly have?

Memories flashed back into his mind. Everything from that night played in his mind like a movie, scene after scene, picture after picture.

As if he was there again.

He could hear her tantalizing voice, feel the soft strands of her hair in his scarred hands, taste her…

She was right.

He did leave- his insomnia was playing up again, and she was soundly asleep. He didn’t want to bother her, so he left to go for a walk. He hoped the fresh air would help him fall asleep.

“I did leave.” He didn’t know what else to say.

What else to ask to understand.

Then she said the words and it all made sense, “You never came back.”

Shit shit shit.

The realization hit him like a truck.

“Gwyn.” He crossed the distance between them at a speed he was sure should be impossible.

He put his scarred hands on her cheeks when he said “I did.” He tried to coax her to look into his eyes too, so he could convey every emotion he knew words could never express- their shared hurt, their fucked up past. All the lost chances.

“I did come back.”

His voice choked up, as he repeated “I did.”

Gwyn’s eyes were still downcast, despite the sudden presence of his towering body in front of her. Despite the warm touch of his hands on her cold freckled skin.

She was cold.

He had his sweater lying somewhere under the deckchair. He quickly let go of her face as he went to pick up the black sweater. Even though leaving her side felt like leaving her all those years ago, he knew he couldn’t fix that, but he could fix this.

“You’re cold, put this on.”

“I’m not…”

“… you don’t have to.”

“Please, Gwyn.” His eyes swelled with tears too.

They were tears of frustration- he was so angry at that male who dared fuck up his future. All this time he was mad at the wrong person. He hated violence, but he was already planning on ways to make that male pay.

They were tears of sadness- all the stolen moments he could have shared with Gwyn in those years when they both lived in lies.

They were tears of fear- how would this new knowledge affect Gwyn? He couldn’t imagine the horror of losing your agency like that. How a male could invade one’s space and you were utterly unaware.

He stood in front of her again, shielding her from the wind, when she put on his sweater. The large piece of clothing did not fit her at all, and she had never looked greater. His cedar smell mixed with her vanilla scent was like a drug he thought he kicked long ago. He moved his body closer, to breathe in more of their mingling scent. Then he shook his head. He needed to do something else first.

Something she already started when she filled the empty space with more recollection and choked words “You weren’t there.”

“We shared that night. I thought we had something…” she quieted her next words, as if she was ashamed to utter them into reality “…special.”

He needed to tell her.

It would hurt. But she deserved the truth. All of it.

So he continued, “I came back to the room.”

“I couldn’t sleep again so I went for a walk.”

She remained silent. Her eyes were still downcast. Looking at his feet.

His eyes never left hers as he continued the story.

“When I came back…

…there was someone else in the bed.”

“He was lying half-naked beside you.” Saying the words hurt more than he could possibly imagine. How he had to be the one to tell her about the horrid actions of that man. The recollection brought back the hurt of betrayal he felt all those years ago, together with the new betrayal of lost possibility. If he’d known he would have dragged him out of that bed with more force than a category nine hurricane. He failed her. In more ways than one. He hoped she could forgive him.

She looked into his eyes and he saw utter shock quickly replaced by fear, and then the sinking realization of everything that new piece of information entailed.

That male took advantage of her, and she didn’t know.

The question of whether he took more than her personal space lingered in the air.

“I didn’t know there was someone else in the room that night…”

“I thought…”

“…I thought it was you lying beside me.”

“And that you left after-

-after we shared that night.”

“That you just left me alone.” Tears fell down her cheeks like a waterfall in constant motion. Her body shook with the force of emotions that could no longer be contained.

She remained silent for a little bit.

The wind rustled her hair.

He didn’t know if he was allowed to touch her. His whole body screamed to. But he would wait. He would do and be whatever she needed.

She choked out the words “Someone was in my room?”

“Did he-?”

He didn’t know. Gods he didn’t know.

But he did know that he would kill him. For what he did to Gwyn. The way he took advantage of her. He didn’t even know in which way. He couldn’t shake the image of her lying peacefully in the hotel bed, with that naked asshole beside her.

How she didn’t suspect a thing, in all the four years since then, until he had to shatter that illusion. His hands turned into fists. He felt his heart beat faster, and his vision turned red when he had to utter the words “I don’t know Gwyn.”

Gwyn’s posture seemed to be the opposite. She became utterly cold and unnaturally still, as if she slipped on another Gwyn when she asked “Who was it?”

The name tasted like poison on his lips “Lucky.”

Some sliver of emotion still flashed through her eyes, it was so quick he was sure an untrained eye would have missed it. Azriel needed to be closer, to protect her from the world, the wind, the memories, her thoughts. He moved his body as close as physics allowed when he pleaded “Gwyn what can I do?”

He felt so incredibly powerless. He moved his scarred hand to move her stray hair behind her ear.

She remained silent. It was worse than any words she could have uttered.

“Please tell me what to do” he begged as he moved both hands to cup her face.

He would break all his fingers, knuckle by knuckle. He would kick his dick so severely that his grandsons would still feel it. He would blacklist him in the industry so hard that nobody would touch him with a ten feet pole. He would do everything, everything to make her feel even a little bit better.

“I will make him pay. I promise you that.”

Gwyn POV

Lucky was the nickname of one of the crew members on the first ship Azriel, Nesta, and she worked on. He was the lighthearted lanky eighteen-year-old who was just set free in the world. She knew he had a crush on her- the way his attention seemed to always shift towards her, his strange jokes, his sometimes aggressive come-ons. But her attention was elsewhere, on a handsome lead deckhand.

She thought he was harmless.

Lucky. The name echoed in the deep abyss that was created by Azriels words.

Her head was spinning from the new information- it contained lighter truths, that Azriel did come back, and heavier implications, that Lucky was the reason for Azriel leaving. Both were equally devastating in impact. Both influenced her life in irreversible ways- what could have been? And what did take place?

Gwyn forced her brain to stay rational. She knew how easy it was to spiral. She needed to remain level-headed. Lucky came into her cabin and she didn’t know what happened in those missing hours between Azriel leaving and him coming in.

Did his hand rove over her body when she thought it was Azriels? Did he kiss her neck when she thought the lips belonged to another? The last thought made her breath catch in her throat, she felt her hands turn sweaty, and there was a ringing in her ears- did he… did he rape her?

Her body suddenly felt disgusting. As if she couldn’t trust it anymore. As if it had been violated in ways she wouldn’t even know.

She held her breath. As if a new breath would bring about a new reality. As long as she didn’t breathe, it didn’t really happen.

Gwyn rubbed her hands up and down her arms to force herself to stay present. To not retreat into her head immediately. That’s where her thoughts resided- and her worst fears. The fears that had apparently already happened.

She still remembered the first time a friend told her about child kidnappers. She was eight years old, Nellie and her were walking to ballet together when she dropped the topic conversationally, not knowing it would scar Gwyn for the rest of her life.

It opened a host of other possibilities she had never considered- other people as threats. The possibility of someone taking away your agency. Of bad people.

Ever since then, she had created a new constant awareness of her surroundings. All people, especially males, became potential threats. As long as she had that awareness, she couldn’t be surprised, she couldn’t be hurt.

But that was a lie. Because nothing could protect her. Something did happen. And she didn’t even know what.

She wrapped her arms around her body in a desperate attempt to give herself comfort.

She felt herself retreating. She felt herself becoming more cold, distant, out of her body.

Her senses fades with the wind. All she could see were memories, and everything else faded to black.

Memories flashed in and out of her mind. She tried desperately to piece the story of that night in her mind. But alcohol, love, and heartbreak made everything fuzzy. She thought she knew exactly what happened, but it was all a lie.

A lie she let herself believe for four years. That she hated Azriel, when she woke up to an empty bed, and she turned all the love she felt, into hate. It was the only way she could survive the complete and utter heartbreak the empty bed caused in her.

“Gwyn. Come back to me.” The pleading voice urged from somewhere close.

She suddenly felt a scarred hand on her cheek.

She leaned into the familiar touch and suddenly realized.

She would have known- if it wasn’t Azriel.

If non-scarred hands touched her skin. If it weren’t his luscious and dry lips that kissed her. If it wasn’t his cedar smell and something distinctly Azriel- like his sweater- that left its mark on her.

Her body would know. She would know.

A tear ran down her face, and she didn’t know if it was out of relief, or sad realization. Maybe both. It didn’t matter she decided when she pleaded “Hold me” and strong arms immediately answered her request.

She leaned into his embrace.

Everything else could wait. She would figure it out. They would figure it out. She didn’t need to have all the information. All the answers. No matter how desperately she craved them.

For now, all that mattered was that she came back. She was still here. They were still here.

He came back.

“I’m here” a louder, baritone voice reassured her. “I’m here Gwyn.”

“I’ll never leave again, not as long as the moon hangs in the sky, and long after that.”

“I’m so sorry” he whispered into her ear.

The relief of his words made her heart sink. As if oxygen returned to her lungs. Sight came back, and she saw him standing in front of her now, with his bare muscular chest and black sweatpants.

Shadow stood behind him with a worried look in her obsidian eyes.

The sound of the lapping waves mixed with the silence in the air.

Moonlight hung high in the sky, illuminating the sleeping world and all new possibilities.

He didn’t leave.

She knew the sudden realization didn’t mean immediate change. She had hated him for so long, it would take time to build something new. But for the first time in four years, she felt space in her heart to try.

She put her hand on his cheek and rubbed the soft skin underneath, when she said, “You’re cold. Let’s get inside.” Her voice was stronger, but still carried a hint of vulnerability and tiredness.

She took his hand in hers and started walking towards his cabin when she said “We can talk about everything tomorrow. For tonight, just hold me.”

“ Okay?” Her eyes still held vulnerability. But also hope.

He squeezed her hand “Okay.”

Bathing was a way for her to cleanse. Whenever her head became too full and her body too tired, she would go to the bath and leave all her troubles in the water, where they would be flushed down the drain.

The sea was one giant bath, but the ship only had showers. That’s where her mind went as she took his much larger scarred hand in hers, and led them both to the shower in his bathroom.

The lavish space was bigger than the one she and Nesta shared, perks of being the captain, she guessed- bigger responsibilities, bigger bathroom.

Most of the furniture inside was made of dark teak. The cabinets, the walls, and the mirrors. Even though he didn’t have a bath, the shower was big enough to fit even his immense body. White tiles lined the inside, and golden metal the outside, even the doorknob was gilded.

To add to the extravagance, water flowed from one of those rain shower heads. It allowed for enough water distribution for both of them- how fortunate. They could definitely not do whatever they were about to do in her cramped shower.

Before she entered the shower, she quickly assessed his products. You could tell so much about a male by how he took care of himself. Just as she suspected, 3-1 organic cedar, efficient though refined.

There was also some shaving gel on the sink, which was strange because he had a permanent stubble. Something she was very very attracted to.

The cedar smell filled the space, it was almost like her nose was directly planted in his neck.

A hand squeezed her back to reality. Thoughts quickly returned to the male standing in front of her, whom she hungrily started undressing.

With two hands she pulled down his black sweatpants to reveal black boxers and black socks. Did this man own any other color?

She took in the magnificent sight and noticed some new tattoos running down his arms. With a finger she traced the obsidian swirls, she felt a trail of goosebumps erupt under her touch.

Two hands reached for her sweater and softly pulled it over her head. The next discarded items were her brown cardigan and her white camisole top. She pulled down her white shorts and stepped out of them when they fell on the ground.

With all their clothes discarded, both Azriel and Gwyn stood opposite each other in nothing more than their underwear.

His eyes roved over her body, and she was happy she wore her nice lace bra, even though her briefs were mismatched. She felt vulnerable but protected in the safety of his affection.

Both stared at each other’s lips, not moving as they reveled in the space of pure anticipation.

“Are you sure?” he finally implored with those same burning eyes solely focused on hers.

To which she answered confidently “Just kiss me, Azriel.”

He closed the distance in seconds when his fingers softly caressed her back before they masterfully unlatched her bra.

She didn’t want to think about how much practice he must have had to be able to do it so swiftly.

Enough partners warmed her bed in those four years that she couldn’t really blame him, but she still didn’t like the thought.

The coldness of the night announced itself on her already hardening nipples. He seemed mesmerized by the sight, as his entire being stilled.

A rough, low voice spoke into the silence, “Stars are less illuminating than you, Gwyn.” His eyes seemed to contain even more affection, and the intenseness of his gaze and words heated her entire body.

“Didn’t take you for a romantic” she laughed into his hair.

One of his scarred hands rubbed hard circles on her right nipple, as if in retaliation to her teasing words. The pleasantly harsh movement send electricity through her entire body.

To ease the pain, and to increase her torture of pleasure, he licked the affected area with his flat tongue, and sucked softly on the nipple before his deep voice taunted “There’s so much you still don’t know about me.”

Equal attention was quickly given to her left nipple on which he placed a soft, small kiss, and lavishly sucked on too.

The tantalizing sensation went straight to her core. She needed more, more, more.

Her arms gripped his shoulders for extra support. All of the sensations made her feel like liquid. It didn’t matter because he held her, all of her in his strong embrace.

He made it effortless for her to ease into every sensation, she trusted he would be there if she fell. “I can’t wait to find out, captain.”

When he swept his tongue over her lips, she closed her eyes on instinct. He softly bit her upper lip, which made her smile against his touch. “Say that again” he ordered.

With her most sensual tone, she moaned captain.

All restraint left his body at the mention of the word from her lips. With a delicate yet powerful motion he pushed her against the shower wall and deepened the kiss so thoroughly that the passion overwhelmed her.

His other hand roved to her backside which he pulled flush to his body when he nudged her legs to hook onto his hips.

She took the chance and jumped into his strong embrace.

Strong hands cupped her ass and massaged them. It felt loving and desperate as if he wanted to feel she was real in his arms.

The movement roughly pushed her hips into his groin. Her eyes became big in equal anticipation and fear, as she suddenly remembered the huge size of his cock- which seemed to be increasing by the second.

Deciding not to be scared, she tightened her legs around his hips and pressed her core into his growing bulge. In a rhythmic motion, she arched her back and pressed into him. Chasing the friction her core was screaming desperately for.

She found refuge in the crook of his neck. The cedar smell, the friction, his cock pressing into her, the sensation of him touching her, kissing her, was so much too much, she almost climaxed then and there when a soft chuckle escaped his mouth and ordered “Not yet.”

With a loud sigh, she decided to break the kiss for just a few seconds to pull her hair out of the messy bun.

Her long copper-brown hair fell in waves down her hips. She knew she would look disheveled with strange waves in the wrong places, but she didn’t care. She loved it when he played with her hair and she hoped he remembered it from that night.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He murmured into her hair.

Rough lips immediately found hers again and he seemed to be able to read her mind when he put one hand in her hair and caressed it with that perfect mix of roughness and gentleness.

It was a hard balance to find, even harder to maintain in the throws of passion, but when you found it, there was nothing better on earth.

A soft moan escaped her throat at the sudden sensation.

“I love the effect I have on you” his heady voice boasted.

The hold he had over her was alarming, but he didn’t need to know that, “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Urged in what she hoped was a stern voice. He only smiled in response as he slowly carried her into the shower. To protect her from the still-warming water, he was the one who turned his back towards the showerhead.

What a gentleman.

“I can handle some freezing water.” She said defiantly against his lips. To which he laughed, “That doesn’t mean you need to.”

“Let me, love.”

He licked her lips, begging for access again.

She wondered if she should refuse, to tease him a little bit more. But she craved his tongue with every fiber of her being.

And what point was there in punishing them both?

Slowly she opened her mouth, an opportunity he greedily took as he moved his tongue to the tip of hers and retracted it just as easily. Gwyn closed her eyes in anticipation but quickly opened them to look for the retracted source of pleasure.

A noise she had never made escaped her mouth when she said “What are you doing?”

“So greedy.” He smirked. “Maybe you should rethink the effect I’m not having on you.”

With raised brows, she retorted, “Maybe it’s me who has the power over you?”

He was about to speak “I never denied-“

When she moved her lips to his with the speed of light and the need of passion.

She would show him who had the power here. She didn’t need him to take charge, she was more than capable of doing it herself.

As a small punishment, she bit his lower lip before she swept her tongue over it to alleviate some of the pain. No need to be cruel about it.

All of a sudden her core felt wet with pleasure, but also with water that continued to soak her underwear.

They were both still wearing their final pieces of clothing which they hadn’t thought about removing.

Without uttering a single word, she made quick work of pulling down his boxers, and his gargantuan cock sprang free from the sudden removal of the last barrier.

Words seemed to escape her at the sight of the gigantic length. Not to mention his enormous girth. How in the hell did that thing ever fit inside her?

“Enjoy what you see?” he smirked against the crook of her neck which he peppered with small kisses. A line up the distance of the soft skin was softly traced with his tongue.

Even the pleasant swipe of his tongue couldn’t ease her worries when she stammered “Azriel, it’s huge.” She knew a lot of women liked that sort of thing, but she loved her vagina intact even more.

He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”

As if he sensed the worry behind her words, he moved his head back a little, to make eye contact when he said his next words “I’ll make sure.”

“We’re not going to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.

“If it hurts, we'll stop immediately.” One hand moved to cup the right side of her face, the movement forced her to keep eye contact, “I promise.”

The words held power, but his eyes reassured her even more, so she smiled and said “I trust you.”

They were words she rarely felt and said even less frequently out loud.

She had never meant them more.

A devastating smile appeared on his face, which he moved to her neck again as he slowly kissed a trail down to her collarbone.

Fingers replaced his tongue when he planted feather-light touches on the length of her chest. Her back arched into the shower wall at the sensation.

She whimpered his name into the small space which seemed to only encourage him more.

His mouth found her nipples again, blowing over the sensitive nub before taking it into his mouth. The act send heat running down her spine directly into her core.

His tongue swirled around the hardened nub before he gently scraped his teeth against it. The harsh sensation made her gasp, and clutch her left leg around his hip to steady herself.

The shower was not small, but his enormous build barely fit in the shower, a fact that was confirmed by the way he needed to crouch to access her belly button.

Her hands gripped his hair in a desperate attempt to feel him. She was so distracted by the movement of his mouth, that she didn’t register when he skillfully freed her of her wet briefs.

One hand found the center of her heat, as he rubbed one thick, rough finger into her already soaking fold. Pure hunger framed his eyes.

He gathered some of the moisture already building up and moved the finger into his mouth. His eyes never left hers. The movement made her feel aroused in a way she had never been before. It was such a carnal act, that no man had ever done with her before, she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight as he lavishly sucked her wetness from his finger.

“Fucking hell Gwyn,” he groaned, “you taste delicious.”

Sure. “I bet you say that to all the chief stews you fuck in this cabin.” The words were meant playfully, but she couldn’t deny there was some insecurity laced in them as well.

Azriel removed the finger from his mouth when he stepped closer into her orbit. “Is that what you think?” he said in a vulnerable voice.

His eyes looked more distant than ravenous.

This was serious then.

It was bound to come up sooner or later. Better get it over with, that’s why she stated in an accusatory tone “I have heard the stories.”

Despite the ire, the words were said from a place of equal vulnerability. She didn’t know if she was ready for the possibility that she misinterpreted everything. That her feelings were bigger than what this was. Better to know the truth.

Nesta would often relay the information from Cassian. The stories of the nights out where all people would gravitate toward the hot captain. Not to mention all the males, and females he would fuck on the regular.

When she initially heard the stories, she was more annoyed than hurt, but with all the new information, she couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy. All the people he had been with when he could have been with her.

What if she was just another tick on his bedpost?

She didn’t know if she could handle that. The thought alone made her back away from his grasp.

“Listen to me, Gwyn.” His eyes looked desperate, not for a taste of her, but for her to understand him.

“Yes, I have fucked a lot of people when I thought we had no chance. I was devastated, and I thought if I could distract myself with other bodies…”

He stilled for a moment, when he almost whispered “I know what we had was short, but nobody has come close to what I feel for you. Nobody.”

His face was now inches away from hers. “And when I say you taste delicious, I mean that I have never tasted anything as heavenly as you.”

His ear moved to hers, “I finally feel like I can breathe again. I have you in my arms, and yet I can’t seem to get enough” The next words came out in such quick succession it sounded like a song, “your skin, your taste, your beauty, your scent.” His nose moved to her neck to underline his point.

Her heart increased to a size she held impossible before that moment. He felt the same way. He felt the same way. A weight she hadn’t realized she was carrying seemed to lift at the mention of those words. At the emotion behind those words.

It was permission for her heart, mind, and soul to tell him exactly how she felt too.

One delicate hand moved towards his face, “there has never been anyone else for me either.”

She stood on her toes to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Then she let her hands do what they wanted to do from the very beginning, to touch him.

Both hands started on his broad shoulders which carried the weight of the world. Then she slowly moved down towards his muscled chest where she traced the swirls of his tattoos. Delicate fingers softly traced the path down, down, down, until she reached the trail of black hairs that lead to her destination. He slightly shivered under her touch.

Although he towered over her, she still needed to be on her knees for this.

The water splashed all around her at the change in position, but his body shielded her from most of it.

Her copper-brown hair fell all around her body as she slowly moved down his abdomen, placing kisses on the soft skin.

She made sure to alternate between gentle kisses and harder nibbles.

He didn’t expect the initiative and groaned her name loudly when she placed a firm hand on his cock.

“Don’t suffocate me!” she said jokingly as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock.

He stumbled over the words as he said “You…don’t have… to.”

She moved her head back a little so she could truthfully respond “You have no idea how much I want to.”

She placed soft kisses up and down his long, thick cock to further emphasize her point.

Her eyes never left his, and she hoped he could see the hunger to taste him, to feel him, to have him reflected in her eyes.

After one last languish stroke of her tongue along the underside of his cock, she took enough of the precum at the tip to start moving his cock in and out of her mouth.

She felt his restraint as if he didn’t want to force himself into her. She moaned onto his cock to let him feel the pleasure the act gave her too.

His size made it difficult to fit it entirely in her mouth, but she vowed to at least try. She relaxed her gag reflex and pushed as much of his enormous member inside her mouth as she could before backing up and letting her hand take over where her mouth couldn’t reach.

In between strokes, she looked at his reactions to study what he liked and what he didn’t like. She took note of all his moans, his grunts, and the bucks of his hips. Gwyn was nothing if not a good student, and right now, he was her subject, and his pleasure her ambition.

She especially loved it when he tried to hold back, that wouldn’t do.

One of her smutty books taught her to hollow her mouth to create extra suction, and he seemed to love that.

Noted.

She made sure to make her moan loud enough that he would feel the vibrations around his cock.

It seemed to work because he thrust into her mouth with a rhythm he seemed to prefer.

Noted.

He threw his head back as a growl escaped his lips “Gwyn, just like that”

“Keep going” he murmured with great difficulty between thrusts.

The whole act made her so aroused, that she moved her free hand to touch herself. To ease some of the intense pleasure that was building up in her too. She rubbed her clit in the same rhythm as his cock and increased slightly with every new sound that came out of his mouth.

“You’re doing so well, love.”

She felt him come undone, so she removed her mouth slightly, to swirl her tongue over the tip of his cock, before she took his length as far back as she could in one swift movement.

He groaned again “Gwyn. I’m going to come.” He tried to remove his cock from her mouth, so he wouldn’t spill his pleasure into her mouth. But she refused to let him, instead, she increased the speed with which she took his cock in her mouth, and used a little bit of her teeth.

If she remembered correctly, he liked a little bit of pain with pleasure, too.

She felt his body tense and his hips buck before she felt him come undone with her name on his lips. She hungrily swallowed everything he gave her, and as soon as he gathered himself back to reality, he wiped the rest away from her mouth. “Fuck Gwyn. That was the best head I have ever had in my life.”

The sight of him coming undone, by her touch, did something primal to her. She increased the speed with which she rubbed her clit, before strong hands stopped her chase of pleasure.

He put both hands under her shoulders and brought her up so she was standing with her back against the warm water.

“My turn,” he said with a smirk.

It was him kneeling before her now, and the sight turned her on more than a single touch ever could.

He softly blew warm breath onto her heat, before he moved a thick finger inside her, she couldn’t help but clench around the sudden intrusion. With his other finger, he slowly rubbed her clit in a familiar rhythm, and the movement eased her body in such a way she relaxed around his finger.

She was so close already, every touch felt like excruciating pleasure.

The movement made her back arche into the water.

The finger inside her curled into her body as if it was searching for something. It moved in and out, in and out. Her hips moved in time with his, guiding him to the speed she needed him to go. Her head fell back in pure pleasure when the sensation was so great she couldn’t even look at him. She would have come undone at the sight alone.

Where did he learn to do this? She moaned into the open space “You’re so good at that.”

Suddenly she felt his tongue run up one of her folds. The hand that was rubbing her clit moved to caress her stomach, causing electricity to run up every area of his touch.

His tongue quickly found the abandoned clit when he sucked on the nub of pleasure in a way as if it was the best thing he ever tasted.

It was all too much, the finger inside her, the mouth on her clit, the soft touches on her stomach, she was about to unfurl when he stopped everything and said “Come for me.”

His tongue resumed the nibbles at her clit. The caressing touch wandered to her behind, where he traced soft circles on her skin.

The thick finger inside of her seemed to have found what he was looking for, as he bent it in a sort of hooking motion, touching a spot that sent fireworks throughout her entire body. Every nerve ending screamed from pure ecstasy. The sound traveled into reality with the loudest moan she ever made in her life, as she clamped her hips together and nearly suffocated his head between her legs.

He guided her through the wave of pleasure by slowly and lavishly licking away all moisture from her pulsating heat.

When her breath returned and her heartbeat found a steadier rhythm, she regained the common sense to release him from her grasp.

The giant body slowly rose from his crouching position. Moving his head closer to hers, when he-again- sucked all his hard work from his finger, never losing eye contact.

She needed to feel him. To kiss him. Her body moved out of pure need to find his lips again.

When it finally did, she could taste herself on his tongue, and she wondered if it was turning him on just as much.

All passion was felt in that one kiss. Their tongues collided in one desperate attempt to get closer. She jumped in his arms again and after he turned the shower off, he needed a couple of tries but eventually, the water stopped.

With her in his arms, he hooked one arm under her behind, and one around her back to carry them out of the shower and into his bedroom.

Shadow had the peculiar sense to go to the bridge, so the bedroom was all theirs.

She quickly looked around to get more familiar with the space.

More teak-lined the walls, his bookshelves, the desk, and the king-size bed. She tried not to think about the fact that she and Nesta had to share bunk beds, and the king of the yacht had this enormous private quarter.

The black bedsheets made an odd sight on the otherwise classy interior. Just like the amount of books scattered around the place. How did he even get them here?

The most heartwarming thing was the giant dog bed right next to his bed.

That was all the time she got for her sneaky explorations, as he softly deposited her onto the bed. He quickly walked away to retrieve two big towels and one washcloth. “We never got the chance to actually get clean” he chuckled.

His attentiveness made her choke up a little bit.

The lukewarm washcloth was held in front of her with the question of consent in his eyes. The act was strangely intimate but somehow it also felt incredibly right.

She nodded her head in silent permission and he swiftly moved the washcloth to her heat, wiping away all other moistures. A soft kiss was placed on her cheek before he left again to put the washcloth away.

When he came back, she stood up and used one of the towels to slowly dry his gigantic body. She started with his feet, then she moved up his legs to his cock- which was still big, but much less intimidating.

Standing on her toes, she moved to his chest, where she placed soft kisses on his tattoos, and his hair, which she playfully scrunched up, which made his too-neat appearance a little bit more chaotic.

She loved seeing this side of him and to her surprise, he let her.

Without saying any words, he grabbed the other towel and repeated the process on her.

He stopped at her breasts, where he placed two small kisses on each.

Her hair was a different ballgame so he let her do it herself.

As if he couldn’t help himself, when she was turned around to brush her hair, he placed soft kisses on her back.

She closed her eyes and forced her mind to remember this moment for the rest of her life. She felt truly and incandescently happy. As if the world was finally right again.

He gave her one of his black t-shirts to wear, while he put on one of his black sweatpants. The shirt was so big she practically drowned in it. But that didn’t matter because it meant she was engulfed in his scent too.

Heavy footsteps slowly retreated to the bed, and she heard a heavy weight collapse onto it. One side of the blanket was already opened as she walked back, an extra invite was extended by that low baritone voice she loved when he softly said, “Come to bed, love.”

“Okay, captain.” She smiled brighter than she had in years.

“How was that for you?” He asked with an interesting mix of shyness and arrogance.

She loved to test boundaries, so she said with shrugged shoulders “It was alright.”

Silence rang in the air before he said “Oh come on, Gwyn. Don’t pretend that wasn’t the best oral you’ve had in your life.”

“It certainly was for me.” Why did he need to be so confident, it ruined the game.

He moved closer to her side of the bed and tickled her body, forcing her to admit it. She wouldn’t give up that easily so she remained passive, but his tickling continued.

“No, no, STOP, Azriel stop” she laughed into his ear as her body squirmed out of his strong hands.

“NOOOO” she yelled so loud she was sure she woke up the entire boat.

His hands kept finding new ticklish places, treacherous body, she thought when she held up her hands as a pretend white flag, “Okay, okay okay.”

He stopped his roving hands, to listen intently to her next words.

With one arm arrogantly positioned under his head, he looked into her eyes with the biggest smirk she had ever seen in her life, when she confessed “I’ve never come so hard in my life, okay.”

She pulled her legs up to her chin, and her black t-shirt became a tent over her legs when he softly placed a hand on her cheek and admitted “Me too.”

“Now was that so hard to admit?”

YES

“Yes. Now let’s go to sleep, arrogant, arrogant man."

Tiredness hit her in full force. She took the empty space and rested her body next to his.

The intimacy was suddenly palpable. Even though she just had his cock in her mouth, she felt self-aware of what to do with her body- should they cuddle, or just say good night? Should she give him a handshake? Were they allowed to spoon- who would even be the little spoon and who would be the big one?

She could feel her heart speed up, and her mind take on all different scenarios. Thoughts took over her entire sight.

Her anxiety was quickly relieved by his mind-reading words “Come here.”

When she eased up a little bit he pulled her flush into his body and sighed into her hair. His head found a resting place in her neck.

He was the big spoon, and she was the little spoon.

She had never felt safer.

They belonged together like two puzzle pieces that had always been part of the same set but never seemed to fit, until now.

Dreams found her in an instant, with her body next to his.

And this time, neither of them walked away.

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