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mrdanielbond · 3 years

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Wild Nights, Wild Hearts (One-Shot?)

“Mystery man”

[Main characters: Mikael Blomkvist X Reader]

Plot: It is time to head back to work as a lecturer at your university after a successful first semester. Unfortunately for you, one of your guest lecturers is a familiar face from a wild night out…

[A/N: Wrote this ages ago and thought, hey why not? Okay, so I don’t know if this is going to be an actual thing. Like I assume it’s going to be a one-shot. Plus, in all fairness, Mikael is my favourite non-Bond character of Daniel’s, so I thought it’s time to appreciate this man in all his glory. I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think?]

Music continued to boom through the speakers. The flashing lights and smoke was intense, but you didn’t care. As long as you were still with your friends, celebrating a birthday amongst the group, that's all that mattered. What also helped was the fact your sultry look managed to get you quite a few free drinks from the bartender. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, often keeping a natural look. However, this was your friend and co-worker’s birthday. You wanted to spice things up and look incredible for her. Of course, when Maisie saw you for the first time, she was surprised. In fact, her jaw dropped at how glamorous you looked. “Girl what the HELL! After Florence Pugh, you are a woman I’d proudly fuck.” You remember her particularly saying and that was the start of an incredibly wild night.

“Javier, can I get another tequila please!” You scream with excitement at the bar, Javier proudly pours you your sixth tequila shot.

“This one’s on the house my darling, Y/N.” He pushed the shot glass in front of you and your eyes widen with excitement. You had to admit, you do have a thing for tequila so this man feeding you free drinks made the night all the better.

“You spoil me.” You winked as you took the shot and walked off to join the rest of your friends.

The night followed with more dancing and more drinks between your friends. At some point on the floor, you started to get tired and your craving for more drinks kicked in because you found yourself at the bar once again. This time you were looking for something more than a shot. “Okay, so it’s like a sex on the beach but like so much fruiter, like with strawberries!” You tried to explain but in your drunken state, Javier couldn’t help but laugh as he struggled listening to you.

“You know what? You tell me what to do and I’ll make it for you.” He said and a devious grin appeared on your face. So you watched, instructing him on how to make your special cocktail and when he finished, he threw a small umbrella inside it to serve you. You sipped it and couldn’t help but moan. It was glorious...Well maybe it would’ve been if you could taste it at all.

“Can I have what she’s having?” A baritone voice said beside you. You turned with your eyebrow raised. “And I’ll pay for hers.”

He reached into his wallet, still looking into your eyes as he handed Javier his card. You weren’t sure whether it was the alcohol or the fact you were practically pushed against each other with how packed the bar was but this man was...incredibly handsome. Rugged dirt blonde hair, bright blue eyes that gave you butterflies and his dark blue shirt didn’t help as you couldn’t help but stare at his chest from time to time. Javier turned back to make your drink for the stranger and handed it over to him. “If you’re going to have a cocktail, you’ve got to get it right. Strawberries with the ice.” He said with a smirk but you couldn’t hear him. Not with the music blasting over you...and his dreamy eyes. “What?” You tried to shout out. “I said-” He could barely get a word out in all the noise and you could see it. Quickly, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to a quieter table in the corner. “That’s better - wow.” He suddenly stopped himself when he took another look at you. “You’re really beautiful.” “Smooth.” You chuckled. Alright, so at this point, usually you would say thanks and dip to find your friends. However, this man, bless him, appeared mesmerized by you. He was in awe of you and not just looking at your chest or your figure as though he were some creep. You both hadn’t realised you were still holding hands, leaning into each other.

“Hey, that’s unfair! I’m not usually bold with women.” Something about the mystery man was telling you he was honest. “The strong and silent type is full of surprises.” He said and you swear to god, you could see even he knew what he was doing with that statement. To be honest, he was right. With those eyes, he wouldn’t have to say a single word to get you to go home with him. Throughout the night, you both kept rambling to each other about everything and nothing but you were both having fun, laughing together and putting each other at ease. Your friends must’ve noticed you because they were all staring at the two of you in awe, sharing drinks together, leaning into each other. Then ‘Someone New’ by Hozier began to play. Oh no. Any slow song that played while you were next to a man was a recipe for disaster. The mystery man ,on his high, pulled you closer. “Oh no, I can’t go out there!” You said. “Come on, what happened to that confidence I saw earlier?!” He laughed. “Listen, I can pick and choose when I want to be brave!” You snapped back. “Why are you so bold all of a sudden?!” “What can I say? You bring out a new side to me.” He laughed and before you could fight back, he managed to bring you to the floor. You couldn’t tell him why this was a bad idea but...maybe it wasn’t now you were in his arms, moving around the floor. He held you close and you didn’t want to leave. Not with the high of the drinks and after such a good night filled with laughter. Who knows? Maybe when you wake up the next day, you’d regret it. But for now, you were going to appreciate being here with him...but now you were filled with anticipation, you were craving something. Uh oh. You were craving him. Suddenly, a surge of confidence filled you and you looked up at him. He had already been looking at you. Quickly, he leaned in and you found yourselves kissing with a raw, fiery passion that remained unmatched. You could tell how much he wanted you. In fact, you could feel it as he pressed you against him. But you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his hair, now the heated kiss becoming lazy until you bit his lip, catching him by surprise. When you pulled back breathlessly, he smirked. “Oh shut up, I know what you’re going to say.” You playfully pushed his chest.

The hangover the next day was going to be ridiculous but you didn’t care. The mystery man had you all over him, and he? All over you.

Rain violently bounced against the wall of your office. Across you sat Maisie, who happened to be an English lecturer. You were one of the lecturers, who had just finished your PHD in Media and Cultural Studies and when offered a job at the university, you couldn’t help yourself but stay. It was decent pay after all and after three years with the university, you realised your students loved you. There were wild lecturers in the school of arts department, who overshared and gladly you weren’t one of them but your students knew you well enough to seem relatable. However, you were hoping that today they would not quiz you on your hangover. Especially your seminar classes, they really loved hearing whatever you went through. Right now, you sat at the table, head against the desk of your office while Maisie watched you groan. “Oh my god.” Was all you could mumble. This was not how you wanted to spend your first week back of the second semester. Your head was pounding violently, you were nauseous, stomach turning. The only thing saving you was the cup of coffee you had in hand, after being forced to take an espresso shot, you were still practically dead. Maisie simply sat there shaking her head. God, she had no right to judge you after goading you into going out. “You should have known not to go hard on the drinks!” “But...free…” The words fell from your lips. “Javier gives free drinks all the time, I’m surprised it doesn’t get him fired. You should’ve known, he did this last time. Actually, that reminds me, where did you go last night?” And then you remembered. You went off with a mystery man, an incredibly handsome mystery man. That, you were fortunate enough to remember. With your head against the table, you smirked, so your friend wouldn’t see. “Don’t pretend as if we didn’t see you walking off and kissing that man, who by the way is a huge score! We spent all night fangirling about him.” Maisie said with excitement but all you could do was groan again, “Come on! You have to tell me! What happened?” “Nothing happened.” You mumbled into your arms. Okay something happened but you still didn’t want to say anything. “Don’t lie to me! You have to tell me, it was my birthday, meaning you have to tell me what YOU did on my day!”

You still refused to move. As your knight in shining armour, the Head of Faculty, Andrew stormed into the room, coffee mug and binder in hand. “Right! Who’s ready for a day full of learning ladies!” Maisie laughed as all you could let out was a groan. “Oh, not you too!” He let out an irritated huff. “This is ridiculous. Seems like there’s a lot of hangovers going around this morning.” “Really?” Maisie said, leaning forward with excitement. “Yeah, I just got off the phone with the guest lecturer. He is bloody hungover too. Could hear it in his voice.” Shit. Guest lecturer. One of the senior lecturers decided to go on a research leave mid-year, which didn’t help your cause as you were left with over one hundred students needing attention. That is when the head of faculty, Andrew, who you adored, decided to call in a guest lecturer, an industry expert in the field to provide you with support. Only thing is, Andrew was unpredictable, so you didn’t know who he had in store. You only knew he was a pretty popular journalist in Europe. Weren’t you supposed to be meeting him before the class? “He said he’s going to be running late.” Thank god for that. You didn’t need Andrew screaming at you about representing the university under a negative light. Before Andrew could get to scolding you, however, your alarm went off. Swiftly, you jumped up and swiped all your folders. “Class! Got to get to class!” Was all you could muster before leaving the room, and your colleagues, incredibly shocked.

Students filled the lecture hall for the first lesson of the semester, which didn’t surprise you. There were a lot of familiar faces as usual. A couple of new ones but most of the students knew when you were out of it and these were the ones present. Andrew followed you in, watching intently, hoping you wouldn’t screw this up. But everyone knew the rules. The moment your mug was placed against the desk, everyone was silent, eagerly listening to hear from you. “Morning everyone! Welcome back, I hope you have all had a wonderful Christmas break! Just know that for many of you who took my module last year, yes, I am currently in the process of grading your assignments and the results will be distributed next week. However, I am not here to talk about that. Right now, it is time to turn over a new page! So, for those of you that don’t know me, I am Dr. Y/N Y/LN. I am totally cool without the whole formal title and I am a lecturer in Media and Cultural studies and welcome to my module Introduction to Investigative Journalism. This is where we’ll be in touch with some of the world’s most notorious cases from the role investigative journalism played in the portrayal of criminals from the likes of Charles Ponzi, Pablo Escobar, Charles Bronson to female serial killers such as Velma Barfield and Judy Buenoano. We will be looking at cold cases such as the murder of Olof Palme to the story of D.B. Cooper and corruption amongst transnational and multinational companies such as the fall of Wennerstrom. I know this feels like a criminology course and having the stomach would be ideal, however this is incredibly interesting if you want to look into serious crimes and learn about political corruption. I mean I didn’t have the stomach at first but you learn to live with it.” The students laughed. Andrew was in awe of how professional you managed to be but then again that is why the university needed you. They knew you were the young voice they needed to liven things up and get students intrigued, no matter how hungover or ill you were. “ Now, as you know, Dr. Woodbridge has taken a research leave so today, I believe that Andrew has called in a guest lecturer who will be here throughout the second half of the module to provide support and as an industry expert will hopefully be able to answer the questions you all will have.”

Andrew stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear as he headed to the centre. He gave you a wink to praise the way you pulled yourself together and turned to the rest of the class. “Thank you very much, Y/N. Couldn’t have introduced the module better myself, you have me excited and I’m not even taking it! Anyway, without further ado, I am honoured to introduce to you all your guest lecturer today, he is an investigative journalist and co-owner of Swedish magazine, Millennium, Mikael Blomkvist!” The class gave an applause and so did you as the man walked through the door. Then your applause slowed...hang on a minute. Why did the name Mikael sound familiar? Mikael walked in with a smile, waving at the glass, sporting glasses and a warm cardigan, smiling but then he turned to you and then it hit you. This was YOUR mystery man!

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spices-and-cherries · 3 years

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Hello, firstly I'd like to say that your blog is full of such an amazing writing! It's basically addictive. My question is quite simple: will you write any imagine/fanfic/whatever-you-want with Mikael Blomkvist (one of the main characters that Daniel played in The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo film)? Idk if I haven't noticed any or you haven't written any yet. :d

Thank you so so so much! That means a lot! <3

I haven’t actually seen the movie yet - but it’s on my list! Some Voices and Layercake are also on it, so it’ll take a little while for me to pump out the Mikael imagines... I also wanted to post some more Rooker content and finish Rampage before I start anything new.

So in short, yes I will, but it’ll take a few weeks. I hope that’s okay?

#mikael blomkvist #x reader #the girl with the dragon tattoo #daniel craig #ask #ask box #thank you <3

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 years

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Do you write Mikael Blomkvist x reader, he is from the girl with tte dragon tattoo

No. Never watched it. Sorry.

#imabeautifulbutterfly #imabeautifulbutterfly answers

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mrdanielbond · 3 years

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Cabin in the Woods (Mikael Blomkvist x Reader)

[Main characters: Mikael Blomkvist x Reader (See author’s note!)

Plot: With the pressures of work getting to you, a retreat is in order but when the isolation starts to get to you, you end up going for a little wander and meeting a stranger.

[A/N: Finally, it’s here! I’m not sure if this might be ANOTHER series? Wrote this ages ago and thought, hey why not? In all fairness, this is my favourite non-Bond Daniel character so I thought it’s time to appreciate Mikael in all his glory. Also I found myself listening to Runaway by Aurora and You Would Have to Lose Your Mind by the Barr Brothers to get reinspired into finishing this! These are great mood setters! Also a masterlist will be released soon. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Little mentions of mental health, swearing, nothing major :)) ]

Two weeks. That’s what you were given for a retreat. Not necessarily ‘given’, you essentially backed your manager into a corner and requested the break that was promised yet long overdue. So you chose to go to escape to the little isolated woodland, miles away in Northern Sweden - Kiruna. You weren’t specific as to why you chose the small town, you just wanted to save your mental health. The dreary offices in Central London wore you down. This was a last resort. Once you arrived in Stockholm, you took a day’s worth of rest, knowing the next day of travel was going to be treacherous. Boarding the train from the Swedish capital, you hadn’t realised the several train journeys would take so much out of you. On the final train, you managed to sit beside the window, admiring the white blankets of snow that filled the plains, heading towards Kiruna. The natural green lights that gleamed in the midnight blue sky. The wildlife had even been breath-taking. You never felt so connected - at one even, with nature, simply by looking through a window. You started to notice, less and less people boarded the trains the further north you travelled. Now, there were a few couples and families, all seemingly locals. A man sat across you, immersing himself in work, scribbling on his notepad. You felt bad for him. The whole point of coming this far was to get away. Not throw yourself into the deep end.

Upon your arrival, you opted for a cosy little cabin, which was incredible by your standards considering it was the only thing you could afford at such a short notice. This is what you needed. Solitude. As a writer, the pressures from working only started to build when deadlines were given and after not knowing what it was like to take a break after your first promotion, things started to get out of hand. Your publishers needed you to meet deadlines, so did your agents...and so did your readers. So you thought, fuck it. You needed to run far away. Get out...and this was the place you had in mind.

Now here you were, staring out at the view of nature’s beauties before you as you typed away on your next novel from your bedroom. This was bliss. Why wouldn’t it be? The sounds of people dashing past you all the time, surrounded by telephones ringing around you, your publishers and editors constantly asking for new updates was eliminated by the sweet sounds of birds tweeting and sometimes silence. Except, the only words you typed on the page were the titles of chapters. After five days in, the silence became unsettling. You struggled to find the inspiration you crave. You were fed up with walking miles or paying extra money to have food delivered to you and let’s be honest - your rustic cabin had been difficult to turn cosy from the first day. You heavily invested in blankets but having a working fireplace would have been nice considering Swedish winters could be brutal. The very same place you retreated to put yourself at ease, soon did the exact opposite.

Right now, enough was enough. You were no longer going to trap yourself inside. If the inspiration wasn't going to come to you - then you were going to find it. You had to find a shop to go to, at least something around to keep you entertained. Now thinking about it, finding a place to get firewood and groceries on foot wouldn’t be so bad. So, you put on your coat, and left the cabin. It was 3 pm and what you hadn’t realised was that the sun was already starting to set. A chilling breeze lingered within the woodland, reaching you. If only you had been smart enough to buy gloves. You continued to internally chide yourself for not doing your research on the area you lived in. Swedish winters. You thought once again.

For the first twenty minutes, there’s nothing but trees. Nothing special. To be honest, you could’ve sworn you had been walking in circles. Then you hear a shuffle. Suddenly, you freeze. There was no sign of human life anywhere near you...so what on earth was that? Then you hear it again.

You quickly turn around. Nothing. Alright, maybe you should’ve left the cabin with at least something to defend yourself. You continued to curse yourself for not stepping out IN THE WOODS with any defences. Then you hear...

“Fuck!”

A man’s voice not so far from you continues to curse, followed by silence. You had to find out where this voice was from. At least there could be someone to talk to! But what if he was a killer? What if he was armed and dangerous? As you took steps back, “Are you lost?”

That same baritone voice said, this time sounding a lot closer. You jump, trying to find the source, then see a handsome man with dirty blonde hair, cropped short, on the top of the hill with a cigarette in his mouth. Unlike you, his clothes were suitable for hiking and such. Maybe he lived here. Though you could tell he wasn’t a local. His accent sounded a lot closer to home. Is that why he looked so familiar? “Excuse me? You there?” He said, this time moving closer. He noticed your panicked state and stopped moving.

“Um-” Words failed - but why would they? He was just a man - with steel blue eyes, catching you in some sort of trance. Then you realise he’s a lot closer than you think, trying to get your attention.

“Sorry, uh, you know where I can find the nearest shop?”

The man laughed, lines raising on his forehead as he took a drag. You couldn’t help but feel offended by that. Yet, he still looked very familiar and you couldn’t tell how. “Nearest shop is miles away from here. In fact, the direction you were heading is moving further and further away.”

“Great. Just what I needed to hear.” Now this was embarrassing. You were expecting this man to make you uncomfortable but he kept his distance, respectfully. “Thanks, anyway.”

You turned prepared to leave when, “You’re new around here, aren’t you?”

“You could say that.” You had every right to be standoffish. You were in the woods with a stranger. All horror stories started this way. “You from here?”

The man shakes his head, “No. A friend of mine is lending me his place for work. ” He watched you fiddle with your hands uncomfortably. “How badly do you need to go shopping?”

“Well I can’t have another day living off lukewarm beer and stale bread.” You mumbled.

This time, his laugh struck something within you. Maybe it was because once you got a full look at him, you realised you may have been attracted to him. His voice, his laughter, was like music to your ears. But then again, that’s how all stories with serial killers started. Your light hearted but sad truth caused him to grin from ear to ear. “Alright, so the bad news is you’re not going to find a supermarket before nightfall at least. Lucky for you though, I did a grocery shop this morning and could give you some of my things so at least you wouldn’t have to starve another night.”

“Really? You would do that?” You shouldn’t trust the man, you really shouldn’t be trusting ANY stranger you meet in the woods. But you really did have enough of trying to imagine stale bread tasting of the food you craved. He nodded with enthusiasm.

“My place isn’t that far...and I see that look in your eyes. I know how bad that sounds. I realised you might want to do a background check on me.”

“It’s probably for the best. I need to know who I’m sending a set of clues to the Swedish authorities first.”

He laughs again. You wanted to be serious but his laughter warmed you. “You’re a funny one, aren’t you?”

“I’d like to think I’m the source of my own entertainment.” To that, Mikael nodded. He took another drag and offered you his cigarette. “Name.” Was all you said, waving off the cigarette.

“Blomkvist. Mikael Blomkvist.” He finally said, his hand reached out to you to shake. “And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” You were still reluctant but inclined to accept his hand. “Y/N, Y/L/N.”

He repeated your name with a smile, nodding. “Well it’s a pleasure.” Your hands lingered for a much longer time than they should have. For a man who you expected to kill you on the spot, he was incredibly polite. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and crushed it, pointing to the direction of his place. Like you, he also seemed like an exhausted man, trying to get away at least from something.

You didn’t hesitate, only followed. You hardly even made small talk on the way, just admired the views around you. Then you reached a cabin. This man had to be well-off to be in the place he was. It was a much larger cabin, brighter lights, incredibly beautiful. It was the aesthetic that you saw yourself immersing in if you had the money. He opened the door for you, letting you in first and you managed to get a hint of his cologne. Really? In the woods? Was all you should ask, but instead you were more drawn to the handsome stranger.

As you reached the living room, this felt a lot warmer than your place. He had papers scattered all over the tables, plates and glasses everywhere. The place felt lived in. No matter how messy it was, you could tell he used every inch of the space around him. The number of books on the table caught you off guard, however. You expected at least a hunting rifle propped against the side with logs of wood. You didn’t realise you muttered that part aloud, earning a small chuckle from him.

“I don’t like guns.” He mentioned, patting your arm as he made his way to the table. If only your coat hadn’t been in the way, you were sure there would’ve been sparks. He quickly realised the plates and glasses were stacked and frantically placed them in the sink. Oh how you wish you could help him handle it.

“Nice place.”

“Excuse the mess, I don’t usually expect company.” He quickly answered, then trying to push the papers on the sofa aside for you to sit down on.

“That wasn’t sarcasm. You should see my place. It’s horrendous.”

He lets out an amused hum. “Before I grab the things from the fridge, would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?” His hand was out in the open, ready to take your jacket. While you usually would refuse, somehow you obliged and felt exposed giving it to him. The eyes, while seeming as though they were polite, there was a hint of a power play. You were in his home. You played by his rules. He walked towards the rack and took his coat off, revealing an open dark blue shirt.

“If you’re offering, I’ll take a tea please.”

“My pleasure.” Mikael winked headed towards the counter, actually excited to make you a drink. God knows why his reading glasses were beside the kettle but as he put them on that’s when it hit you. He was the man from the train. He busied himself with work here too! The realisation hit you but you tried to keep as subtle as possible once he finished making the tea.

“So you said your friend lent you the place?” You asked, sitting comfortably on the sofa. He returned with two drinks and sat at arms length from you, offering your drink. He nodded. “What do you do?” You prodded. How had the man become short of words so quickly.

“I’m a journalist.” This intrigued you. He seemed proud telling you such and while he sipped his hot beverage, you were able to trace the lines of his physique. A wonderful one to admire indeed. “Have my own publication.”

“Millenium.” You mentioned. Of course you knew him. He took down Wennerstrom. This man was famous to you. A small smirk pried on his lips.

“Yeah, back in Stockholm, which is where you should be.”

“And why’s that?”

“It’s popular with tourists.”

It was your turn to laugh, “You’re the funny one.” He smiled, proud but as his smile slowly faded, you could tell the look in his eyes felt somewhat intense. Your core really did seem to burn at the sight of the attractive man. You hadn’t registered what he was saying because he leant forward expectantly waiting.

“Sorry? What?” God! You had to stop staring at him.

He let out a deep chuckle, as if he knew what he was doing to you. It felt as though he undressed you with his eyes. He leaned back further and reached his arm over the sofa, so it was close enough to you. His legs spread wider. Uh oh. He oozed a subtle confidence and it terrified you. This man could have you on his lap in seconds if he wanted to. But he didn’t need to know that. “Getting flustered are we?” He winked.

You rolled your eyes and playfully swatted his hand away. “Answer my question.”

“Not until you answer mine first. I asked, what do you do?” He says with his slightly rough voice, which to you oozes like honey.

“I’m a writer, on a little retreat.” Just like that, his interest peaked. As if he was trying to work something out. While the man was busying himself with other thoughts, you noticed how focused his was. The way his glasses stuck to his head. His ruffled short hair. The small chain that hung loosely around his neck, hidden behind his shirt.

“Hang on. Fiction or non fiction?”

“Fiction. I’m a sucker for crime novels.”

Then his eyes lit up, “ Really? You don’t say! The Lost Sons. That was you.” And he leaned towards you, close enough to make your breath hitch. “I knew your name sounded familiar. Huge fan. I always thought you were writing a trilogy but heard you stopped at two books.”

How did he...the more he spoke to you, about his passion for your work, the more you leaned towards this stranger. This was dangerous. “Actually, I’m here writing the final book. I needed to get away from the office.”

Mikael nodded, turning his body fully to you. He liked his lips for a moment, deep in thought again. His hand was a few short centimetres from you, lingering once again. Power play. It had to be. He owned most of the sofa now and you let him. “I know you’re running short on time but I’m really interested in your work. Maybe you can indulge me. Just for a little while longer. Please.” Oh while his words were polite, his eyes were saying something else.

To be continued?

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mrdanielbond · 3 years

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Wild Nights, Wild Hearts (Mikael Blomkvist x Reader) Chpt. 2

“Let’s be professional...”

[Main characters: Mikael Blomkvist X Reader]

Plot: The mystery man is now a guest lecturer at your university but while his popularity expands, things remain tense as you remain unimpressed...

[A/N: Another fic in the same week??? I KNOW! So I had no idea the first chapter would be so popular! All I wanted to do was to bring a little piece that would be entertaining but I’m glad to post another chapter at least because I’m interested to see where this dynamic goes too :)) ]

You still froze at the man before you. His eyes still widened as neither of you realised you were still surrounded by students. That was until, of course, he turned back and cleared his throat. He started to talk, maybe it was to introduce himself or talk about the syllabus, you weren’t too sure. What you were certain of, however, was the fact that you failed to pay attention until the end. You could’ve sworn this man was going to have nothing to do with you after this morning. How the hell did he end up in front of you anyway? You were propelled into a cruel joke, and you had no idea how to stop it from getting out of hand. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but for someone with an apparent awful hangover, he was almost as good as you out there with professionalism.

“...Millennium magazine, which is a hit across Scandinavia. I've travelled across the world studying corrupt organisations and organised gang violence in European countries. But like I said, I’m here to help guide you through what could soon become one of your own greatest passions, investigative journalism. Now, from what I know, while Dr Y/N is the head of this module, I will host a lecture fortnightly on Wednesdays and hold my own office hours that same afternoon. However, this is all new to me and I'm sure with help from Dr Y/N and all of you, we can make sure that my presence during this module is worthwhile for everyone. Thank you.”

The body of students in attendance gave a round of applause as Mikael stepped back and before you knew it, you had to snap out of your thoughts! This man was handsome, charming even to everyone but you could never admit any of this about him. Not in broad daylight. Especially not after the night you shared. The only thing you can admit is that you wanted nothing to do with him. You were sure of it. You don’t know how you were going to manage that but there had to be a way.

Mikael stepped outside the room with Andrew, barely glancing your direction as his part was done. That left you to finish the lecture on your own, discussing exams and assessments throughout the module as well as a future plan of what the lectures were going to be like. Before you knew it, the lecture was over, and students made their way down filled with excited chatter amongst them for the module they were about to take part in.

Once the last pupil left, you dropped to your seat. Silence. That’s all you needed. You sipped your coffee but realised you were due for a refill. Praying for your sanity for a moment, you refused to move. This could not be happening. The mystery man - well Mikael as he was no longer a mystery, could not be working on the same module as you! You expected a passionate fling but now you faced the consequences of enjoying yourself. Eventually, you got up and started packing your bag, considering it was your shortest day of the week. At least today was going to be an easy day to get over. No seminars, just one morning lecture. But this was how it was going to be now. You’d have to host a morning lecture with Mikael present, every week. Was he going to be present for ALL your lectures? Or was he going to be one of those lecturers who would only go his days and not turn up? The latter you were incredibly hopeful for. You couldn’t take any more surprises from Andrew. Not anymore.

So, you decided to make a pit stop to the department’s lounge on your way to the office. The lounge was filled with staff members, all filling up their teas and coffees, sharing jokes. To your misfortune, however, Andrew stood with Mikael. The newest member of the team already appeared to be popular as he already entertained everyone because staff surrounded him, laughing at his stories. Unluckily for you, the man was a hit. But you rolled your eyes, refusing to register his voice and filled up your coffee at the machine.

“So, yeah I guess that's how I managed to embarrass myself in front of the Duke of Varmland.”

Everyone laughed once again. One of your co-workers, Clare already leaned into him, her hand on his arm as she appeared comfortable laughing beside him.

“Stop! Mikael, you’re going to kill me if you keep going!” She laughed again, this time holding his arm tighter. You didn’t want to read his reaction, but you were pretty sure there was hidden alarm in his smile. Those same eyes that stayed on you, even when you weren’t paying attention to him. Just as you finished filling up your drink…

“Uh, Y/N here actually is teaching with our esteemed visitor.” Oh for goodness sake. You turned anyway, giving everyone a wave avoiding Mikael’s eyes. “Yeah. Should be fun.” You knew Mikael was still looking at you but you couldn't make eye contact. Not now, at least.

Andrew started, “Don’t you want to stay here a little longer for a catch-up?”

“Actually, I should head to my office. Still got a bunch of assignments that I need to finish marking.”

This made Andrew laugh. “Of course. Especially after your wild night out, it’s probably for the best.” You froze. He did not just...but Andrew couldn’t have known. He wasn’t there. What you hadn’t noticed was that Mikael had choked on his coffee slightly, his eyes widening. “You have to be more careful next time with these things.”

“Try saying that the next time you have a heavy night out, mate.” You snarkily retorted, causing everyone else to laugh as you left the room.

"Don't mind her, she's always like that." Clare quietly commented, holding Mikael's arm. The man watched on with a frown.

You entered your office, dropping on your seat. You start to immerse yourself in your work. You don’t know how long it had been but as you moved to the next stack of papers and started to see dotted lines everywhere. You hadn’t realised there were a few knocks on the door. Yet you refused to pay attention to it. You had to get the assignments marked. The door clicked open.

“My office hours start next week. There’s a sign on the door.” You said without looking up from the screen.

“I was hoping you'd make an exception.” The baritone voice caused you to freeze. “I kind of have to be here.”

“Exceptions are a not so subtle way of demonstrating favouritism. I’m not really for it.” You tried to snap back, turning back to the stack of papers in front of you.

“Alright, then. Well, I apologise in advance if I make any noise with the boxes. Just moving some of my stuff in and I’ll be out of your way.”

This caused you to spin your chair quickly. “What do you mean moving your stuff?” By the time you took a proper look at him, he was already on the other side of the office with a box of his belongings. You could’ve sworn you had no room in your office. Your eyes followed him and that’s when you noticed something different. When did that get there? Were you that hungover you didn't even see the slightest change in your office?

“All part of the experience, I was told by Andrew.” The boxes soon forgotten, Mikael turned to you. “He thinks if we’re going to be co-running a module, we should frequently meet, plan lectures and seminars together, that sort of thing.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re assisting me. You’re a guest lecturer. I didn’t agree to co-running a module I fought to have the last few years.” Oh you were not happy with this man. You didn’t know whether it was the hangover that made it worse or the sudden burst of your double espresso that had you shaking but your patience wore incredibly thin with this man.

Mikael shook his head, “Well, just know it wasn’t my intention to find myself in this predicament." He mentioned. For a moment, you could see his clear blue eyes lost. He was contemplating something for a while, and then he said, "I think we should probably discuss last night.” Mikael brought a chair round in front of you.

“So what? We can set some boundaries?” You turned back to your papers, refusing to look back at him. You needed a distraction. Any distraction to look away from those eyes.

“Can I make a quick observation-” He started.

“No.” You quickly interrupted, yet it was obvious he was going to continue anyway.

“You’re not as nice when you don’t have five tequilas in front of you.” He sharply snapped.

“Well, I didn’t realise that I’d be forced to work with a one night stand on my passion project, the next day. I have no problem remaining professional. So, you can either turn up to the lectures that you are running or you can leave now and I’ll run the whole module myself. Either way, we are away from each other.”

“You know I’m not picking either option. I may be a guest lecturer but we’re still teaching the same students. I think it is highly unprofessional to hinder their experience just because of the discretions you may have against me.”

Your mouth dropped. “You want to question me on professionalism? Is THAT what you’re saying?” Red. That’s all you could see. Red. He had to stop talking. Now.

“You know what? Forget about what I just said.”

“That’s what I thought.” You retorted. “I think it’s best if we pretend as if last night never even happened and we stay out of each other’s way.

Mikael wanted to protest but he wasn’t prepared to say anything else. At first he did feel sorry for you. Then he saw your true colours. You weren’t like this at three in the morning, cosying up in the comfort of his arms in his bedroom. He didn’t want to doubt himself, of course, he was smitten by you the night before. But that must have been the alcohol. There was absolutely no way he could have been attracted to you without it. He certainly wasn’t going to tolerate any disrespect, that was for sure.

“You know what? I’m way ahead of you. In fact, I’m going to see if I can get a different office just so we're out of each other's way...and I don’t feel the arrogance seeping in from being around you Ms Y/L/N.”

You snapped your head up quickly, “Actually, I’m a Doctor. Don’t know why you’re deciding to get it wrong now, Mr Blomkvist but for the sake of work, I hope that gets sorted.”

He muttered something under his breath and you snapped your head up but by the time you could respond the door slammed shut.

What he hadn’t heard was the frustrated sigh that left your lips as he disappeared. Of course he was attractive in broad daylight, dressed in smart-casual clothing yet his hair was left a mess. You didn’t want to pay attention to the way his glasses loosely hung over his face or his smooth voice filling the room – considering you heard it all raspy in the middle of the night before, you couldn’t let it fool you. Work and pleasure was something you didn’t mix and as long as you were working here, you would not allow Mikael to indulge in the latter. You would not give him the opportunity to remember the night you had.

Once you finished marking more assignments, you decided to call it a day and head home. It was 6.00 pm so you were most likely one of the last few people in the building. As you made your way to the car, you found Mikael stood outside his car invested in a conversation with someone. When you took another look, you realised it was Clare. In all her glory, she was overly flirtatious with him, which made you roll your eyes. Mikael seemed to be enjoying her company as he laughed at something she said. But when he looked up and noticed you, his smile faded slightly.

October continued to be overwhelmed with downpour. Finally making it home, you changed into a comfortable pair of joggers and a baggy shirt. You had a bottle of cider from the fridge on the ready and turned on the television. You still couldn't believe the hilarity of the situation. Mikael was actually going to be working with you...and all you had asked for was a fun night with that mystery blonde and to never see him again. But now he was a part of your daily life and it irked you. While a movie was on in the background, your phone pinged. As often you couldn’t separate yourself from your job, you knew it was your work email notifying you. Usually, you would shut off, but you were surprised to already see an email with you cc’d into the subject titled: ‘Monday’s Lecture’…and who else to title it, none other than your colleague Mr Blomkvist himself.

Dear class,

For next Monday's lesson, I will be teaching you on the press surrounding the Assassination of former Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme. As this is a sensitive subject, if anyone has any concerns they would like to disclose, please feel free to email me and I will get back to you as soon as possible. I have attached the readings for the lecture in this email and further reading recommendations will be uploaded online tonight. I expect all of you to come prepared as this will be interactive and beneficial to all of you. Look forward to seeing you soon!

Best,

Mikael Blomkvist

Co-Owner, Millennium Magazine

You dropped your phone! Shit! That was what you had planned for a first lesson. Maybe teaching this module was going to be WAY more difficult than you thought without communication. With that, you downed your cider a lot quicker than intended, trying to calm yourself down…

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