Heartbeats (Roger x OC)
Summary: Mina and Roger get closer, and the furtive glances start after a little while. It continued for a week — that’s when Roger disregarded all pros and cons and acted on his desires.
Words: 1311
Tags: mentions of blood; pre-relationship; Roger being Roger (I guess).
Notes: I am actually late because I had a hard time writing this. I knew how I wanted the kiss to happen, but I couldn’t set up the whole scene together. But here I am! Written with my OC Mina.
For the weekly prompt from the ikevil server — prompt: first kiss
It had been a week since Mina arrived at Crown, and Victor had arranged a dinner for everyone to celebrate her time there. She sat between Ellis and Liam, chatting with them while eating, when a third party interrupted her attention on the current conversation and her forkful of food. Her hand hung midway to her mouth as her gaze traveled from Ellis to Roger, an unreadable expression plastered on her face.
“Will it be too dangerous?” she asked.
“No… Hopefully not.”
“Will it kill me?”
“No, I won’t lose a subject that easily,” he smirked.
“I see…” She tilted her head to the side, pondering for a moment, her golden eyes trying to peer into his soul. Then she shrugged. “Alright. Then I don’t mind helping you out.”
Roger’s smirk widened, and he raised an eyebrow, while some other members looked puzzled but remained silent — it was her choice to refuse or agree with the former doctor, after all.
When he first asked Mina to participate in his research, he was certain she would refuse, maybe even curse at him. He couldn’t read her very well, but judging by the expression on Harrison’s face, Roger assumed she wasn’t lying; she would truly help him.
From that day on, Mina went to the basement after breakfast and assisted Roger with various tasks: giving blood samples, sorting documents, doing check-ups to collect data, testing things between human and cursed, and even organizing the room. Whatever help was needed, she provided. He admitted he was almost becoming accustomed to her presence... Even when there was nothing to do, she stayed. She would sit in a corner, a book in hand, quietly reading while he worked.
And from that day on, tension slowly built between the two of them.
She thought he was handsome since they first met, but to be fair, she found all of them attractive; she even questioned if it was a perk of being cursed. However, as the days passed, she found herself increasingly drawn to him.
Mina would often be in her usual corner, her eyes instinctively shifting to the man in front of her without her even realizing it. She’d stare at his profile while he focused on his own tasks, forgetting about the book in her hands within seconds. Whether she was assisting him with something, having dinner, or on a mission, it didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing — her gaze would seek him out, and she would involuntarily observe him until he looked back.
At first, he just smirked and didn’t pay much attention. But as he noticed her heartbeats rising, or her breath hitching, Roger’s attention started to be drawn to her too. Meaningful glances exchanged here and there, him searching for her voice around the castle when she wasn’t in the basement, and instinctively keeping her behind him when they were on a mission... It was all happening too fast, and he felt the tension between them growing bigger and stronger.
Roger would be analyzing his records, focused on new data he had acquired, when he’d suddenly hear her heartbeats increasing, prompting his eyes to shift to her usual corner to observe her. Their eyes would meet, and they would gaze at each other for a few seconds before one of them decided to return to their tasks.
Neither of them talked about it, and both simply pretended nothing was happening. She didn’t want to label her feelings, afraid that acknowledging them could lead to something she wouldn’t be able to handle. And he didn’t bother trying to analyze or define it.
The furtive glances continued for a week — that’s when Roger disregarded all pros and cons and acted on his desires.
Mina was sitting at the table while he collected her blood — in a gentler manner than he did with the other members — and Roger was doing everything he could to touch her and hear her reactions.
Ba-dump, ba-dump… It was addictive to hear her heartbeat quicken and grow louder, knowing he was the cause.
When he finished and placed a bandage, she attempted to hop down from the table, but stopped when she noticed he didn’t move an inch. On the contrary, Roger placed his hands on both sides of her and leaned forward, locking his eyes with hers — amber and golden, gazing at each other as if engaged in a staring contest.
“What?” She frowned, doing everything she could to keep her voice firm.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump… her heart beat louder, faster, and Roger let himself be guided by it.
His lips collided with hers, and his tongue asked to deepen the kiss within seconds. Bringing one of his hands to her neck, he cradled her face with a gentle touch that contrasted with the rough, relentless kiss. Slowly, he made his way to settle between her legs, pressing their bodies closer.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump…
Mina didn’t know what to do at first; she let Roger take the lead without even processing what was happening. Then her hands grabbed him by the lapel of his vest, but she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away and slap his handsome face. His hand was hot against her skin, his tongue was exploring her mouth with a fervor she had never experienced before, and her legs trembled against the sides of his body as she fought the desire to lock them around him.
When he pulled away, it was as if her mind could finally start thinking properly again, and she shoved him back. He easily took a few steps backward, giving her space.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her tone bordered on cold.
“Kissing you,” he shrugged, smirking. Studying her face, he expected her to complain or even cry, but she only stared back at him, her golden eyes darkening in a way he had never seen before — she was furious. “That’s one nasty expression you have there, lil’ lady.”
He wouldn’t lie; he was delighted by her angry face. It was as if she finally gave away some sort of clue about what she was feeling, and he didn’t have to rely only on her heartbeats or the way her breath caught in her throat.
Mina didn’t say anything back. Seeing how he looked more amused with each passing second made her even more furious, and she didn’t trust she would be able to keep her anger under control anymore, so she thought it’d be wiser to just leave. She wanted to kick him, maybe kiss him again, and then slap his face. She was lost, confused, nervous, and angry, and Roger’s smirk wasn’t helping at all!
She hopped down from the table, giving him one last glance before making her way to the stairs and leaving the basement. Roger didn’t try to talk to her; he just let her be for now. He knew she needed her space, and he also knew her heart was still beating fast and loud when she left.
The woman walked to her bedroom, glad she didn’t encounter anyone on her way there, and locked the door. Flopping down onto her bed, she buried her face into her pillow to scream.
What were they doing? She wasn’t even sure about her own feelings, let alone his... They shouldn’t be kissing like this. Yes, they had been exchanging some furtive glances here and there for a week now, but he didn’t even ask if he could; he just kissed her.
But she... didn’t dislike it. If she really thought about it, she was expecting something to happen someday, but maybe not yet. Turning around, she stared at her ceiling and stayed there until dinner time, fighting every little part of her mind thinking it was the best kiss she’d ever had.
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Am I just a delusional shipper or does this feel like it should have been a thing?
Spoilers for Gargoyles (1972) ahead.
"Go on, your voice pleases me."
"'The sin was not my own, but forced upon me by the incubus; who overnight did slip into my bedchamber and taunt and seduce me with demon's promises until I was as if on fire. He was of uncommon height and finely built. A devil's face of frightful beauty that did put me in a spell. I had no will of my own, but did let the incubus do his will until I was driven mad.'"
Those are actual lines out of the movie. I didn't paraphrase. At all. I played the scene where she was reading out of the book, and typed every word she said. This is a movie about demons who "sometimes take human women" who are trying to conquer the world. Also, in this movie, the gargoyles with wings are the breeders. This one says as much. He was basically the leader. His reaction to being told that he's lost is literally, "Not as long as there are two winged breeders."
Also, the way the gargoyle acts when he first sees Diana just SCREAMS "shipping fuel". If this were written in the modern day, they would have done it. You can't convince me otherwise. You know why I say that?
BECAUSE THE 90s DID IT!!!
I don't care that these two stories have nothing to do with one another. This is a really good comparison. And, even if it wasn't, I have plenty of fuel for this fire. (I don't even need my usual go-to of vampire movies to prove this point.)
Diana and The Gargoyle fit into two categories that I love and frequently ship. Hero/Villain (though I guess this is more damsel/villain) and Human/Monster. I'm going to give examples from both categories that I will die shipping. (They overlap quite a bit, actually.)
Jareth the Goblin King x Sarah Williams
Katara x Prince Zuko
Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo
Vlad Dracula x Mina Murray/Mina Harker
Erik x Christine Daaé
Batman/Bruce Wayne x Catwoman/Selina Kyle
Elisa Esposito x The Amphibian Man
Catherine Chandler x Vincent
So, with all that context in mind,
DOES THIS REALLY LOOK LIKE THAT MUCH OF A STRETCH?!?!
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