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Failed Mission
Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader
-> smut / unsafe sex
-> gun use
->idk shit about guns
->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better
->2k words
(request)
Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever.
Montague.
His french accent: annoying
His outfit: ugly
The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating
He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission.
There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on.
You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart.
“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle.
Here we go.
He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing.
He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.
Mistake number two.
He didn’t even bring the tripod.
“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already.
“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought.
“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious.
“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.
“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often.
“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him.
“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-
You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.
Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.
“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.
“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this.
Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.
Another?
He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual.
His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.
Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.
“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly.
“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear.
“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair.
“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely.
“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants.
“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks.
His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind.
“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.
He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end.
His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth.
Despite that desire he kept you in this position.
You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body.
“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard.
“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait.
“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.
He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck.
“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing.
“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room.
He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit.
You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you.
He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat.
He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance.
You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long.
He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live.
He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted.
He wanted to please you instead of annoy you.
He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.
“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good.
He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit.
“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest.
Good thing he had 500 others.
He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.
“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.
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꧁Montague relationship headcanons꧂
Because the nisha one was fun to write
Fluff, cute romance, reader is gender neutral
He loves letting you touch his hair. And it's soft too. He makes sure it's soft, just for you, because he knows you love playing with it.
His stubble is itchy and he knows it. When he kisses you, or cuddles up next to you, he always rubs his face on yours.
There's no knowing when he's gonna kiss you. In the car, on the couch, even in public. He will kiss you at the most random times, and you have no way of predicting it.
He gave you a necklace that looks like his medallion. It's not real diamond, probably a sapphire or something, but you cherish it regardless.
If you're sick, he will drop everything and come and help you. He calls a doctor, he gets his chefs to make you your favourite soup (or comfort food if you don't like soup), he even gives you cuddles.
He gives you a little trinket after every mission. It could be a compass, a bracelet, new clothes, anything that reminds him of you. You have a little box of trinkets that Montague brings you because you have no idea where else to put them.
Neck kisses. Lots of them. He's always leaving marks to show people that you're his.
He fiddles with his medallion when he's thinking about you. Valeria loves to joke about it. "Ooh, you miss y/n?" It drives him up the wall every time Valeria jokes about you.
He only lets you call him Monty. Everyone else has to call him Montague.
This is for @avokadothorne :3
I know you love him
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(I apologize. This dumb snippet came to me while I should be doing something else. Anyway, it contains no sex no ugly things, just you two on a mission(?) I also apologize for the cheesy image but I had to(?))
♦ Montague x Reader (Gender-neutral)
♦ 1.1k words
♦ No warnings apply? Probably bad english
Those idiots from The Underground managed somehow to take over one of the forecast towers. Montague wasn't happy at all, mostly because they've taken the one closest to his hotel.
He decided to take matters in his own hands, and he decided to take you, (y/n), his loyal subordinate, to help him get back the control of the tower.
You two had been in that mission all day long, spying from the freezing woods, checking every movement they made, until, at certain point, when the night arrived, they left the tower.
-Those bastards should've gotten what they were looking for, but I'm not going to let them get away with it
-Should we approach, boss? *you asked him, lowering your sniper rifle*
-Of course we're doing it, they seem to be pretty far away from now
He turned around to see you, you were trembling despite wearing a thick coat provided for that kind of missions. He frowned, staring at your sight with his beautiful mismatched eyes
-Are you cold?
-We've been out all day boss. It's freezing, I wasn't ready for such long mission
-Hold up a moment, I think we're almost done with this... Can you keep up with me?
-... Yes sir, I can *You said with trembling voice*
Despite the thick snow covering everything in sight he seemed to stay calm, like if he were indoors, and he was just wearing his regular fancy clothes. He rolled his eyes.
-Get in the car (y/n) we have to get this done as soon as posible
You were his getaway driver, but he seemed to be frustrated enough to decide to drive by himself. Right now you were only his companion, and you two were alone, thing that didn't happened very often. The man smelled so nicely, fresh, clean, manly, like a dream come true, but as cold as the glaciar his hotel was located in.
Once you got there, Montague left the car down the hill the tower was located on, he wanted to draw as little attention as possible.
-Hurry up (y/n), we need to get there. Bring everything
-Yes sir, I'm behind you
He said, standing up straight and taking his coat off, after that, he surrounded you with his arms, covering you with his warm coat. The cold caused him no trouble, but he also had a soft blush in his cheeks that made him look adorable, and he was so close to you once again...
He approached, crouching quickly showing you the way through the dark. He was so agile despite the situation
-Lamp, I need light
-I'm on it
-*He took out a flat screwdriver from his coat and managed somehow to remove the plate of the fuse box* Tweezers
-Here
-Come on, get closer, I can't see a thing
You did, but he pulled you even closer, you were almost over his big back, pointing the lamp at him. You could feel a bit of the warm his body emanated, and could also feel you.
-Can't believe you're shivering
-I'm.... I apologize boss, it's really cold out here
He managed to cut the power of the tower, that way you wouldn't get caught while recovering the access card, but it would also alert The Underground, who might be closer to the tower than expected.
-You can't even hold the lamp shivering like that
-Alright, back to it...
-We have to go now, sir!
You two jumped through the window space, you held the lamp while he took out the access card. He made that work like it had been an easy task, of course, despite his good looks he was also a prolificent criminal. He was absolutely focused, way too much to notice the surroundings, but that was part of your job, taking care of him.
-Sir, a car is approaching
-Stop joking (y/n), we have not that kind of time right now
-I'm not joking, they're coming!
He turned to check and he was blinded by the headlights of a vehicle, seemingly confused, he stepped back a bit.
You took all the tools with you and pulled him by the neck of his shirt, making him fall back but also helping him to pay attention to what was going on. They were going to catch you both, your guns were at your car and whoever was in that other vehicle could have guns, and they wouldn't be gentle with you.
Montague took you in his arms, hugged you tightly and jumped, just to roll down that little hill. It was painful, you could feel sticks and stones hitting you while rolling in the uneven surface, but his enormous body holding you secure made it a little less painful. You both hit om flat land but he stayed on top of you, so close, very close, feeling his heavy breathing against yours.
-Shhh... They'll find us... Don't move...
Hope yelled, filled with frustration when she found out the card was missing, by the soft laugh of Montague it was pretty clear he would love to see her face in that exact moment.
-Someone must've ratted on us! There's no way! We just put the card here and now is not here!
-Calm down Hope, it will take us a bit more time, but they'll send someone to guard the tower soon. We can do this once again in no time, you'll see
-But what about all the effort we put in this?!
-I know... I'm also feeling kind of frustrated... But there's nothing we can do... C'mon, I'm sure they'll be sending someone to check on the power of the tower. We must leave right now
The sound of the vehicles quickly leaving the scene made Montague laugh, and his laugh was beautiful, even more because he was the kind of guy who never shared even the simplest smile. Soft but manly, sofisticsted and charming, it was the most beautiful melody you've ever Heard.
-Did it... Did it work? *you muttered*
-Oh, It did work!! Those idiots! You better not mess with me ever again! Oh God! I'm so happy I could kiss you—
And he did. The moon was the only witness of how he joined his lips to yours, softly, he was still giggling for having ruined The Underground's plans. You didn't knew how much you needed a kiss from your boss untill that very moment in which he was on top of you, pressing your body against the cold grass underneath you.
You didn't realized when did you cupped his face between your hands, but he smiled softly once he stopped the kiss, you were barely able to make out his facial features, but the image the moonlight created with it soft glow would stick in your memories for a long time.
But you didn't cared about her happiness, all you cared for was in front of you, holding your hand to help you get up after a well made job.
-Let's go (y/n), we have to let Valeria know how frustrated Hope was. She'll be so happy to hear it!
-Y-yes sir! I'll take the wheel!
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Master?
Big yellow eyes sank into dark ones,
Suffocating by the darkness within them,
Silently pleading, pleading and pleading,
But without release.
Renfield messed up his task again,
And his master wasn’t happy with that.
Oh the terrible ordeal of being seen!
How he wished the Earth to open up
And swallow him.
Pathetic little creature,
His master thought,
While looking down at him amused,
How to hold the strength to berate,
And mark my punishments onto his head,
When he’s looking up at me so desperate?
He is so so sickly sweet to care,
About my musings and such.
The master looked down at him again,
Bestowing a fang showing smirk upon him.
— I might write/ finish this Renfield fic, who knows 👀. Let me know what you guys think ~
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Wonderland
summary | renfield sees a woman that catches his eye and knows that he shouldn’t speak to her, but he finds that he just can’t help himself.
pairing | robert montague renfield x fem!reader
wc | 1.2k
warnings! | none! maybe some cursing and not really proof read but it’s just fluff lol
genre | fluff!
author's note! | I saw renfield on sunday and just knew that I needed to write for him lol, especially since there are only a few fics on here about him, most of them are written by the amazing @youlightmeupfinn so definitely go check those out! this is a part of my “swift series” (where I write fics based on taylor swift songs) so if you have any requests for the swift series (or for just something that you would like for me to write) please send them in! I would be happy to write about them! and as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, but I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. and let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!
Renfield was taking a stroll down the streets of New Orleans, he tells himself that it is to relax and to clear his head but in reality he was trying to figure out what to bring his master to eat that night. He didn’t want to bring him anyone innocent like he so desperately wanted, that's why he joined the support group in the first place, to bring those people's monsters to him. To bring people that he wouldn’t have to feel so guilty for. But, his boss didn’t like the taste of those people too much.
He spotted a coffee shop that doubled as a bookstore a few paces down and decided to slip in to sit and think about this. That was when he spotted her. Someone he knew his master would actually praise him for bringing back to the lair. She was the most stunning beauty he had ever seen. Sat in the back corner with a latte and what appeared to be a new romance novel that she was on the last few pages of. She was perfect.
Renfield ordered some tea and took a seat not too far from her, but not so close that he would seem weird. He knew he couldn’t bring her to him. No matter how much his master would appreciate it. No matter how much praise he would get for doing such a good job, he just couldn’t do it, it couldn’t, wouldn’t be her.
He wanted to speak to her, he knew he shouldn’t though. He knew that he should never involve someone like her in his life. But, he also knew that if he had the chance to, that he would regret for the rest of his life if he didn’t
The girl then got up and moved towards the bookshelf. He watched her as she spotted something on the very top shelf that she wanted. He watched as she frowned to herself and huffed and she tried to reach for it but couldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t do this, that this one simple and kind gesture would end up leading him down a rabbit hole, but his feet thought for him as he stood up and made his way to the bookshelf and reached up and grabbed the book she wanted and handed it to her.
“Thank you so much! I wish these things weren’t so tall.” She said as she looked up at him. Her voice just added to her appeal, it was soft and you could tell she was kind just from the sound of it.
“I agree, It’s like the person who invented them just wanted a cruel laugh.” He said before he could stop himself.
“Yes! Exactly! Oh I’m (Y/n) by the way.” She said as she put her hand out to him, his body taking over his mind and shaking it.
“Robert Montague Renfield” He said as he shook her soft hand.
“That’s a nice name, sounds fancy.” She said which earned a chuckle from him. “I noticed you’re alone, would you like some company Robert?” She asked. He could tell she was nervous to ask, but seemed like she wasn’t asking out of pity, but out of genuine interest in talking to him. He found himself saying yes and following her back to her table in the corner.
The two spoke for hours, she asked about where he was from, which led to him talking about how hard it is to find good tea in america. He asked about the new book she had picked up, which was ‘Alice in wonderland’, which led to her talking about her love for the 1951 animated movie (He made a mental note to watch it later). They just laughed and talked for hours. Then the conversation led to work. He found himself telling her about having a narcissistic boss that worked him to the bone. And, it never seemed like he really Appreciated it. Then he accidentally let it slip that his boss made him feel like he was undeserving of happiness. He regretted it immediately because he saw how sad it made the girl look.
“Oh Robert, that's just not true. Everyone is deserving of happiness.” She held up her hand to keep him from interrupting and stopping her. “I know it seems like sometimes you don’t, maybe because you’ve done some things that you regret, but as long as you make peace with those things and accept those things, to know that they were the wrong things to do. And, you work to better yourself from them. Then there is no reason why you should not deserve happiness.” She said to him with a smile.
Then he realized that her hand was laying on top of his from across the table. She must have realized that she had done that because she pulled her hand away and seemed slightly embarrassed.
“Thank you, you don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” he said while looking at her. He felt like he needed to change the subject, in fear of making things awkward. “So, what do you do for work?”
“Oh, I uh, work here actually.” she said finally looking back at him after feeling embarrassed. “Oh god i seem pathetic, I swear I have a life and friends, I just like to come here when I have some time to relax.” She said while letting out a small laugh.
“You don’t seem pathetic, I would do the same if my work place was as relaxing as here.” Renfield said while giving her a soft smile.
“I actually go in later, wait what time is it?” She checked her phone and jumped up out of her seat when she saw the time. “Oh my god I was supposed to start an hour ago, and I’m here, Linda why didn’t you say anything?” She said turning around towards the older woman working the register. Who in return gave her a wink and a smile before tending to the customer now in line, the first in hours.
“I’m so sorry Robert, I have to go.” She said as she gathered her things. He knew he shouldn’t, but he needed to see her again.
“Perhaps we could do this again sometime?” he said, folding his jacket over his arms.
“I would love to, you could give me your number and we could plan something.” The girl said with a smile.
“Oh, I don’t have a phone.” He said, which he immediately regretted since he knew in this day and age was weird. “I broke it yesterday, I was going to replace it tomorrow.” He said quickly thinking of something. “But, I can pick you up here this weekend, if you would be interested.”
“That sounds great, what time?”
“I was thinking maybe around 1:00? I hear the weather will be nice on Saturday, so I thought maybe we could have a picnic.” He said, knowing that doing something during the day would mean that his boss could not interrupt it,
“That sounds wonderful, It’s a date.” She said while making her way to the registrar. “I’ll see you then Robert.”
He smiled and said goodbye as he made his way out the door and onto the street, the sun starting to go down. He had realized what exactly he had done. He knew that he couldn’t let his boss find out about her, and he also knew how hard that would be to do. But, knowing that he would get to be with her, made how hard this would be worth it.
“Oh fuck me.” he said making his way back to his boss, but with a smile on his face, something that hadn’t truly been there in a long time.
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18+!!
i know im not the only thinking about renfield eating a bug before bedroom activities...
like, you bring it up to him once just as a genuine question; "what if you ate one before we had sex?"
he's flustered and speechless but secretly he's feeling tempted. he has experimented with his powers before, but that was mainly by himself to see of he could increase his pleasure
but if he did it with you, would he be able to hold back?
so one night, after some reassurance from you, he plucks a little gnat from his tin and washes it down with a glass of wine
next thing you know, you're both going at it like feral rabbits. usually, you're love making is soft and sensual, occasionally spicy but never this
he's able to keep his strength under control after a while, and he holds on to you securely as he thrusts into you. he's willing to try other positions, even lifting you up like a pathetic little rag doll
he's got you bent over a table and the wood begins to creak and wobble before collapsing -- of course, though, he holds you in place to keep you from falling
but its no biggie, he just moves you on to another surface. the only thing in his mind is how arousing it would be to take you on every piece of furniture he owns
but, after the couch splits in two, you ask him to just finish in the bed
and he's breaking the headboard just from how hard he's holding it -- like literally, just obliterated but he keeps going
he's humping you like some untrained animal, and in his mind he's thinking, "this is so dirty...so depraved...so sinful...so extraordinary". his mind is empty except for the need to cum. he needs it, and he needs it bad.
once he does, he slowly goes back to your sweet, gentle lover. his fingers run along your body as you both catch your breath. he's giving you soft kisses in your favorite places and asks if you need anything in a hushed tone.
he'll gladly help you with anything, especially the next day when your body is sore from all the poses and places renfield positioned you in. he's a bit embarrassed each time you remind him why you need him to carry you (although he isn't complaining). he feels a strong sense of pride, though, knowing it's all because of him
(bonus:
he most definitely got a noise complaint or two, his neighbors so concerned that one of them calls the police
rebecca ends up going to check on him and he opens the door red-faced, sweaty and breathing heavily, his pants hanging low from hasitly throwing them on.
it doesnt take a genius to realize what's going on, so rebecca, slightly amused, tells him to quiet down. renfield, obviously flustered, says he will try and closes the door as rebecca calls to him, "and you better be using protection in there!" )
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who follows the rules anyway
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8
pairing : anthony lockwood x reader
word count : 10k
warnings : drinking, drunken state
taglist : @demigoddess-of-ghosts ; @oblivious-idiot ; @neewtmas ; @bobbys-not-that-small ; @bella-rose29 ; @maraschinomerry ; @novelizt ; @fudosl ; @archiveoftara ; @cassiopeiia24 (i think i didn't forget anyone but i could be wrong)
content : I couldn’t resist some callbacks to the attic scene before fittes’ party, George wears a bowtie for all the fans of ali in a bowtie out there know that it was my frame of reference, I tried to not make it look like a direct copy of the fittes party but there are a lot of similarities
note : life got so out of hand, I sincerely apologize that it took so long but to make up for it it’s quite long and I really really like this part it’s THE part I’ve fantasized about since I started writing and I really like how the main scenes came out
Also sorry I know it’s been a long time but pt8 picks up right after the last scene of pt7
She realized what she just said as she walked past him entering the kitchen. She turned around suddenly, bumping into him as he followed her inside.
“I’m so sorry Lockwood I’m being so rude.”
“Well, you’re not wrong but you could tell me this without stepping on my toes.”
She looked down and fair enough she was. She took a few steps back, apologizing again and she bumped into the cupboards behind her.
“Ow!”
“Am I gonna have to stitch you up again?” Lockwood asked, amused.
“I’m so sorry.” She said again sitting down in the chair closest to her.
“You keep saying that.”
“Well, I am. I’m sorry I talked to you that way in front of Lucy, and I’m sorry I talked to you like that in the hall, and I’m sorry I came into your life yelling at you and making you angry-”
“I’m not angry.” He interrupted. “Just… frustrated.” They stayed in silence for a while staring at each other.
“I can’t figure you out.” He admitted in a lower voice.
She could have told him the same thing.
“You hate me, then you warm up to me, then you give me the cold shoulder and hate me again… what am I supposed to think?”
“I don’t hate you. I just… I can’t figure you out either. I never know what you’re thinking.”
“Well, I hired you because I think you’re good, I hate fighting, I genuinely want to help you with this whole thing, and I think it’s pretty nice when we get along. Is that clear enough?”
Not quite, she thought. What were they supposed to be? Did he consider them actual friends now or were they far from it? Did he mean it when he said that he had always been honest with her? His charming act did look awfully familiar every time he used it with clients. She didn’t know what she was supposed to think. All the questions that clouded her mind when she thought about him came rushing in.
“We’re strictly colleagues then? Or am I allowed to say that we’re friends.” She managed.
“I think friends is more fitting. I mean what kind of employer would I be sleeping in the same couch as my underling?”
She blushed furiously at the memory of his arms around her.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Did I go too far that night? I never meant to-”
“Lockwood it’s alright. It was sweet really… I didn’t expect you to watch over me like that.”
They both looked anywhere else but each other, embarrassed at the thought of that night. She didn’t regret it, quite the contrary. She still thought about it fondly.
“It was nice… I felt safe.” She added in a tone barely above a whisper.
“I know you’d do the same for me…”
She looked up at him in surprise.
“Wouldn’t you?” he asked, his frown deepening as he looked into her eyes, almost begging.
“I… I just don’t see what I did to make you so sure of it. Was it the insults or the yelling?”
He laughed.
“You saved my life twice. I didn’t think I’d have to remind you that, I rather thought you’d gloat and annoy me with it every single day.”
“You’re right I should.”
They exchanged another look, warmer and more knowing.
She got up to prepare some tea. She made his cup the way he liked it and handed to him. He smiled at her with the familiarity she liked so much. She turned around before he could notice the blush on her cheeks. She then prepared two more cups, George’s with slightly more sugar than hers and placed them on an unused corner of the Thinking Cloth. She called on George and handed him his tea. When she looked up at Lockwood his smile wasn’t as wide. The three of them settled around the table.
“Alright, let’s plan a heist.”
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“Why can’t we just push it back one week? It’d give us the extra time we need to prepare.”
“The event for the launch of their new rapier line will be more crowded and it lasts an entire day. Showing up there will never be enough to keep us out of suspicion. It has to be the fundraiser tomorrow.”
Lockwood hadn’t looked up from the plans of the building. They were trying to figure out the safest route for Lucy and Norrie to reach the documents they needed while staying as far from the party as possible and they were running out of time. Lockwood had had a hard time getting them in the fundraiser. For starter he had tried reaching out to different contacts to get in. The only result he got was a newfound rage against the Organization for not inviting them in the first place. She could have guessed a million things that could have motivated Lockwood to get them into this party at all costs. She didn’t think Bunchurch would be the one. Apparently the less than prestigious agency had some agents attending the event. In fact, all agencies had some representatives attending, or almost all of them. Something about showing the growing bonds between agencies and the Silverpoint Organization. Lockwood’s renewed determination led him to go all the way down to their headquarters to demand an invite using a mix of his usual charms and some threats of bad press. He had been convincing enough to get the three of them in. He had just put the envelopes down on the Thinking Cloth with a triumphant smile when someone knocked on the door. George led Lucy in the kitchen and they all smiled widely when she told them she and Norrie would join them. All the pieces were finally coming together. Then they studied the plans of the house and realized that it wasn’t as easy as it seemed.
First of all because it was a mansion and not a house. The surface was significantly larger and the number of rooms they had to cover seemed impossible to search in just a few hours. Second of all because it was a city mansion, just north of Hyde Park, with other buildings right next to it, no garden and the front door accessible from the street. No other point of entry and neighbours on both sides. It had been fairly easy to determine which rooms to search first, compared to figuring out how the girls were supposed to get inside and out while remaining unseen.
“Wait what’s this?” Norrie asked picking up some of the research y/n had done on the party. She had spent so much time looking at those papers she couldn’t bear to look at them again.
“It’s details about the party, the agencies and companies that will be represented, the staff I managed to get information about, that kind of thing.”
“Well, if we know which catering company they’ll be hiring why don’t we use that?”
“How?”
“I don’t know… Maybe get hired, be a waitress during the event and use that to slip out?”
They all stared at her, in disbelief that they didn’t make the connection sooner.
“That’s a good idea but I’m not sure we’ll have enough time to get hired.” Lucy raised a good point.
“They’re always looking for extra people at the last minute for this kind of event. They get to hire desperate people who need a job so they can pay them less. It could be worth a try.”
“Norrie, that’s brilliant.” Lockwood exclaimed, his enthusiasm renewed. “Okay, you and Lucy will get in by waitressing at the event.” He got up and started pacing around the room. “You discreetly slip out and search the rooms in that order. I’ll need you to find a folder to put the documents in. Next, one of you go up on the second floor in that room.” He pointed at what seemed to be a bedroom drawn on the top left corner of the map. “You’ll let the folder fall from that window into the alley next to the mansion. When it’s done, give us a discreet sign. One of us will fake going out to take some fresh air and retrieve the documents.”
Relief filled the room as Lockwood finished explaining the last details of his plan. He was so sure of himself, so confident and convinced that they would succeed that it was hard to be pessimistic. He made it sound so easy.
“Lucy, Norrie, you should go and see if you can get hired today. George, now that we have a plan, I’m ordering you to find something decent to wear to the event.”
George sighed, clearly not happy about having to leave his research and take on an activity he had no interest in.
“Do you have something to wear, y/n?”
“I’ll probably figure something out.” She answered, rubbing her eyes. The long days of research, planning and cases had drained all energy from her, and like George she wasn’t too eager to spend time on her feet looking for something to wear at a party she wasn’t going to have fun at. Her bed sounded more appealing than anything else.
“Am I going to have to lead you both out with the point of my rapier in your back to get you moving?”
“Are you threatening us so we go shopping?”
“Well, locking you out of the house isn’t an option because of a certain someone,” Lockwood said as his stare lingered on her a few seconds more than she thought necessary, “so I have to resort to extreme measures.” He concluded with a wink.
They looked at him in disbelief. Since when did he care so much about what they were wearing?
“We need to be camera ready, this could be Lockwood and Co.’s first very public night we need to look our best!”
She was so exhausted she hadn’t realized they now had to endure fame-struck Lockwood craving the attention of the public. He was not going to let this go. She reluctantly stood up, mouthing “fine” at him with a thin smile. She dragged George out of the kitchen before he could protest and start an argument he would lose anyway. When public image was at stake, Lockwood always had the last word.
They got home three hours later, arms tired from carrying heavy bags. George’s suit weighed a ton, so did her shoes. She thought then that the platforms might have been overkill. Especially since she still didn’t know what she was going to wear. Finding something appropriate had taken longer than expected. Not for George, who bought the first cheapest suit he could find to get this over with. He complained louder each time she tried on a dress she didn’t buy. She was as frustrated as he was, really. The weather was getting colder and for some reason all she could find were backless or sleeveless dresses in which she was already too cold just by trying them on. Between George’s complaints and her feet growing tired y/n thought about giving up more than once. They started to walk back, discussing the plan for their very busy evening the following night when George interrupted himself.
“Look!”
“What? What is it?”
“In the window across the street. That could fit you for tomorrow night, right?”
She looked across to see a long-sleeved black jumpsuit on the mannequin in the shop in front of them. It was simple but very elegant, with a square neckline, a tight body giving the illusion of a corset, and wider pants long enough to touch the floor. The platforms would come in handy here. Since it was George’s idea, she told him he wasn’t allowed to complain if it didn’t fit. She went inside and came back out fifteen minutes later with another heavy bag to carry home.
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She couldn’t help the tremor in her hand while she applied mascara on her eyelashes. As the hours went on, y/n could feel the knot in her stomach tighten. The idea of spending the night at such a sophisticated event made her nervous. She was incredibly intimidated, especially considering the type of crowd she would have to face. Being surrounded by rich and elegant people was not something she was used to, and tonight she would have to talk to them to make sure they saw her there. It added a stinging salt to her already oozing wound. She fixed her hair for the tenth time in the past fifteen minutes, checking her reflection under every angle. She jumped and dropped her hairbrush when someone knocked on the door to the attic.
“y/n, are you alright?”
She recognized Lockwood’s voice and told him to come in. She bent down to retrieve her hairbrush and when she looked back up she saw him standing next to the mirror, wide-eyed and silent.
“Do I look this bad?”
“You… No! No, no on the contrary you look…” He blushed as he looked into her eyes.
“You look great.” He said shyly.
She didn’t think she had ever seen him so flustered. Had she not been so nervous, she might have read into his reaction. But her nerves were so unsettled that she simply smiled back at him before putting on her lipstick. She had picked a dark red to complete her elegant look for the night. She focused on the reflection of her lips. When she looked back up Lockwood was gone. She wondered if she had imagined his eyes following her every movement in the mirror. He was acting strange, but it was a very stressful night. She couldn’t even stop her hands from shaking. It was surprising coming from him, but they had never been in that situation before. Confused, she went to sit on her bed to put on her shoes. Another knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Yes?”
Lockwood was back, the same bewildered expression on his face.
“I’ve never seen you with lipstick.”
“Well, it’s not really my priority when going out to fight visitors all night.” She joked.
He kept staring insistently at her.
“What is it? Did I get some on my teeth?” She stood back up to look in the mirror again. Everything had to be perfect. She inspected every inch of her face, every tooth, every hair. Movement behind her made her look up to see Lockwood stepping closer in the reflection, reaching for something in his pocket.
“Here, I thought it would make you look even more elegant than you already are.”
He took out a red velvet pouch and revealed a pearl necklace.
“Lockwood… that’s… very thoughtful. Thank you.” She hoped the warm lights of her bedroom were enough to hide the red that had spread across her cheeks. He detached the clasp and went to stand behind her. She looked back into the mirror as he placed the necklace around her neck. She pushed her hair away, her hand softly brushing against his for a second. His gaze remained fixed on her reflection, the dark brown of his irises looking even warmer in the soft dim light. He looked back at her neck.
“They belonged to my mother.” He said as he fastened the clasp.
She looked at him in the mirror with surprise. He was smiling. A soft, delicate smile. He had rendered her speechless. For the briefest moment, the party didn’t matter, the past few months and everything that had led her there tonight weren’t as important. She was here, now, with him and everything was okay.
She blinked and turned around.
“Lockwood I can’t-”
“It’s nothing, really. Plus, you’ll fit right in tonight looking like this.” He winked, his smile back to its usual wolfish grin. “I’ll go get us a cab, George should be about ready too.”
Before she could protest, he was down the stairs, asking George if was ready, leaving her standing there, a hand resting on the necklace. She looked back at her reflection. The pearls did make her look rich and sophisticated, she admitted to herself. Lockwood had never talked to her about his family. She was incredibly flattered by this gift, and most importantly by the fact that he had opened up, even just a little. The softness of his eyes kept flashing back in her mind. She breathed in deeply, more assured than she was. He had quite an effect on her, she thought. The brush of his skin on hers, his soft breathing in her neck… If only he had stood closer, even just for an instant. She stopped her mind from going any further. The butterflies in her stomach were back and her heart was ready to jump out of her chest, but it’d have to wait. They had a party to attend and some documents to steal.
She came down the stairs to join Lockwood and George, ready to leave. George was adjusting his bowtie in the mirror in the living room. She was surprised to see him look quite dashing.
“George, promise me you’ll make an effort to socialize and be as visible as you can tonight.”
“Easy for you to say, it’ll be second nature for you to be at the center of attention!”
Lockwood laughed as he headed for the door and stopped in his tracks when she entered the room.
“Especially if I have the most gorgeous girl at the party on my arm.” He said after a pause.
She blushed furiously at the remark. He had never complimented her so much, or been so kind to her before. She tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but really she was close to falling on her knees. It was like he loved tormenting her.
They stayed staring at each other in silence, their smiles getting wider every second.
“I think I liked it better when you were fighting.” Said George in an exasperated tone.
Lockwood ignored him as he crossed the room to offer her his arm.
“Shall we?”
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The ride over to the fundraiser was a silent one, though the three of them were agitated. George kept adjusting his bowtie and cleaning his glasses, y/n checked her lipstick in her pocket mirror every five minutes. Lockwood kept fidgeting, but it wasn’t really unusual for him. While they kept glancing anxiously at the road, he alternatively looked through each window like a toddler wondering if they were there yet. y/n did not share his excitement. She gripped the pearls around her neck and took a deep breath. Lockwood nudged his knee against hers to get her attention.
“It’s gonna go just fine.” He said in a low voice.
She smiled but it was rigid, almost fake. Panic was slowly strengthening its grip on her. What was she supposed to talk about with these people all night? She didn’t have Lockwood’s natural talent and ease when it came to socializing. She was terrified of saying something wrong and making a fool of herself. He rested a hand on her knee, bringing her out of her overwhelming thoughts.
“You’ll be great.”
She reached for his hand as she whispered a low ‘thank you’.
Despite his best efforts to reassure her, the crowd on the sidewalk and the animation coming from the mansion brought back her insecurities. Everyone looked so elegant and influential that she instantly felt out of place.
The look on George’s face reassured her a little bit. She wasn’t the only one desperate to go home. They got out of the cab and mingled in the crowd waiting to check their coats. y/n took a first look at the faces she would have to talk to during the night, trying to recognize anyone that would be easier to talk to. None of them looked like she could have seen them around at Fittes, or clients she could have worked with. She did notice the catering van parked in front of an alleyway next to the house, the waiters and waitresses all gathered next to it. She saw Lucy and Norrie with them, acting professional. Before she could try to get their attention and ask them if they were okay, Lockwood grabbed her arm and led her inside.
The elegance of the hall did not prepare her for the spectacular room in which the event took place. An imposing marble staircase was lit with candles, so many she couldn’t count them all, yet it was only half as much as the ones lighting up the crystal chandelier illuminating the room and taking up half the ceiling. If the Silverpoint Organization was a non-profit, they showed none of it during their receptions. The room was full of eloquent people, as she expected, most of them middle aged. Most men wore a lavender pin on their lapel, but some of them had a silver brooch in the shape of a harp instead. Women wore them too. She didn’t know what it stood for and felt foolish, dreading the interactions to come even more now. Every now and then she saw agents in the crowd. Fittes, Rotwell, Tendy’s, Bunchurch too. Unsure what to do, George and y/n looked expectantly at Lockwood.
“Why don’t you two mingle, I’ll go get us some drinks.” He said cheerfully before leaving them to fend for themselves.
They didn’t have time to protest, he was already lost in the crowd. George turned to her, suggesting that they should make a break for it while they still could. As much as she wished they could leave, she couldn’t bail on their plan now.
“I’ll make hot cocoa with extra whipped cream and those mini marshmallows you love so much!” He insisted with a pleading look.
“As much as I want to, we can’t.”
Before he could add anything that was likely to change her mind, the ringing of glasses rose through the air and soon the room fell silent. At the top of the grand staircase stood a man, stoic while he waited for the last conversations to die out.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” y/n was taken aback by the authority in his voice. She mustn’t have been the only one. The first few guests at the end of the staircase had stood straighter at the words.
“I am Theodor Mullet, chairman of Mullet and Sons and your host for the night,” he continued, “I hope you are all enjoying your evening so far. The music will continue in a moment but first I wanted to thank you all for attending and for your generous donations. As you know, the Silverpoint Organization has been helping our brave agents in the small way it can for over 20 years now.” He went on to describe the actions the Organization had taken over the years, reassuring the attendees that their money would be put to good use. Even though she knew for a fact that the donations in question would be spent on the black market, a part of her couldn’t help but believe he was telling the truth. The way he stood, tall and broad with his dark hair greying on the temples and his black glasses framing his gaze made him look straightforward. He didn’t have the appearance of a lying politician like she expected, instead he looked very matter-of-fact, what you would expect of a businessman at the head of one of the largest companies in the country. As she analyzed his every feature, she noticed that he too wore a silver brooch in the shape of a harp on the lapel of his vest. She wondered what kind of association he shared with the guests she had seen with the same accessory in the crowd.
“It was all the more important to me that all agencies attend this event, as both the Silverpoint Organization and Mullet&Sons want to further our relationship with them and support them all in keeping the nation safe. The courage of those young people is truly worth all our admiration, which is why I invite you all to raise a glass to the bravery of the agents present here with us tonight. May all agencies, big or small, defeat the Problem.” He raised his glass to the audience, and all guests followed suit. Many people were now staring at her and George with a mix of respect and pity.
“I could really use a drink… Where is Lockwood?” She said, turning towards George to avoid looking at the rest of the crowd.
“I don’t know… I think I’ll go try the buffet.”
y/n was too nervous to eat anything, especially with all this unwanted attention directed towards her. It didn’t seem to matter to George who was already gone before she could tell him that. She went her separate way to look for Lockwood in the crowd. It wouldn’t have surprised her if she found him charming some prestigious guests with dazzling stories about one of their cases. He was made for this after all and he had a knack for embellishing random anecdotes, turning them into thrilling quests. She tried to break through the crowd as respectfully as she could, overhearing small talk about what a fantastic man Theodor Mullet was or vivid debates about what the Organization’s next actions should be. She grew desperate the longer she looked. Without Lockwood, she didn’t think she could manage talking about those topics for an entire evening.
Relief flooded her when she spotted him next to the bar, glasses in hand. She got closer and stopped a few feet away, frozen. Her already dreadful evening turned even worse. She watched as El gently but confidently stroked his arm, throwing their head back in an exaggerated laughter that rose above the commotion. They did always have a flare for the dramatic. Lockwood smiled politely, but she couldn’t tell if he was genuinely enjoying talking to them. She dismissed the idea immediately. El was too proud, too flashy and overall, too much and Lockwood couldn’t enjoy the company of someone like this. Or could he? He looked around the room but didn’t notice the small sign she gave him, discreetly asking if he needed help. Before she could try something else, he was drawn back into the conversation, El clinging to his arm more every passing second. The knot in her stomach tightened.
She looked over at the buffet where George was having a better time than she was, enjoying the canapes that Lucy and Norrie or some of their colleagues for the night had brought out. She tried to spot the girls to make sure everything was fine but she couldn’t find them among the waiters. When she looked back over at Lockwood, El had placed a hand on his chest, now stroking his tie. She reached them in two strides, not minding the people previously in her way.
“There you are!” She pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Thank you for getting me a drink!” She said as she reached for the second glass he had in hand, interlocking her arm with his.
She looked up to see the confused look on his face. She ignored it and stared at El with feigned surprise.
“Oh… long time no see.”
El was staring back with barely hidden disgust.
“So you two are-”
“I heard you didn’t make it into Kipps’ team…” She didn’t let them finish. “That’s too bad.”
Their eyes darkened at that mention.
“I’ve moved on to better things.”
y/n huffed as she rolled her eyes.
“I’ve been working closely with Mrs. Dufour actually.” They said with a proud smirk. “It pays really well. And I get to meet a lot of influential people… Very influential. If I were you, I’d watch my back.”
She was barely surprised at that revelation.
“I see your loyalty hasn’t changed. At least it looks like your nose just about recovered, that’s a relief.” She forced a smile. Lockwood was staring at her with confusion, not saying a word.
She started to turn away, dragging Lockwood by the hand with her, when they forcefully grabbed her arm.
“I’m sorry your late-night encounter with Rasler didn’t manage to drive you out of town. Maybe next time I’ll finish the job myself.”
Lockwood untangled his arm and came to stand between them. His features were sharper than usual, his jaw clenched in anger. Even when they had particularly bad fights, he never looked so stern.
“Oh you have your prince charming coming to your rescue now! How adorable.”
They both were about to protest when El continued.
“Please don’t make a scene, this a class A event after all.” They looked back at her. “Not that you should get used to that, y/n.”
El then turned away and headed for the bar.
“Are you okay?” Lockwood asked her, worried.
“I should be the one to ask you that. How long were you stuck talking to them?”
He instinctively offered her his arm as they walked away from the scene.
“They ambushed me right after the speech. You have some very questionable acquaintances.”
“Well, I did punch them in the face, it made the inconvenience more palatable.”
She was about to take a sip of her champagne when Lockwood stopped abruptly, making her almost spill her drink. He looked at his reflection in one of the mirrors adorning the room before turning towards her.
“y/n, have I been walking around with your lipstick on my cheek for the past ten minutes?”
She laughed, louder than she had meant, only now paying attention to the very defined dark red shape of her lips on his pale skin.
“That’s not funny I look ridiculous!”
“It’s a little bit funny.” She said gasping for air. “Admit it!”
He smiled, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.
“It’ll come off easily I swear!” She said, dragging him out of the ballroom to look for a bathroom.
He kept his hand on his cheek, trying to hide the source of his shame. y/n had stopped laughing, the realization of what she had done only hitting her now. It was her turn to blush. She wasn’t thinking, she acted on instinct. But why did her instinct have to make her do this in particular?
They reached a corridor lit with golden sconces on the wall. The light was softer here, giving the space a more intimate atmosphere.
“Was the kiss really necessary?” Lockwood asked in a lower voice now that they were further from the crowd.
She forced her embarrassment down and used all the courage she could muster to look in his eyes. His smirk betrayed the seriousness of his tone. He was messing with her.
“Next time I’ll let you fend for yourself.” She answered.
“Do you have many more nemeses I should be on the lookout for?”
“No, I don’t. Unless Dufour decides to go for someone half her age.” She joked.
“I should be safe from this kind of situation then.”
She looked through every door, looking for any room that would have a sink or a vanity, anything to help save his case.
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that if I were you.” She said absentmindedly, opening yet another door. “You’re young, attractive, you own your company… How come in a place as big as this one none of these doors are bathrooms?”
“You think I’m-”
“Ah! There we are, finally!” She led him into the powder room. She looked for a tissue or anything that would help him get the lipstick stain off. The room matched the elegance of the mansion, fancy soaps and cloth towels displayed next to the sink for the comfort of the guests. She ran a hand towel under the faucet, added some soap and handed it to Lockwood. He stared at her for a few seconds, before reaching for it. He rubbed the cloth on his face, staining it red. Somehow, he made the mark bigger, spreading it across his whole cheek. She laughed as he helplessly looked up at her in the mirror.
“This is all your fault, need I remind you.”
He tried to look upset, but soon he laughed with her at the scene, mocking his own reflection.
“I look like a clown.”
She took the cloth out of his hand and told him to crouch a little so she could take care of it. He leaned slightly against the sink, enough to meet her at eye level. She gently lifted and turned his chin to clean the rest of her lipstick off. He looked at her softly while she worked. She tried to ignore him or the way the soft bathroom light made his eyes sparkle. His eyelashes looked longer somehow. Maybe it was because she was seeing them from so close.
“There.” She said softly. “It’s gone.”
She looked back into his eyes. He was already staring. He smiled softly but didn’t say anything.
“You could thank me, you know?”
“For cleaning up your mess? Do you want a medal too?” He smiled wider. She laughed.
“You jerk!” She threw the towel at him, without doing much damage as it was thrown from so close. “I could also make it worse.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” He said defiantly.
She held his stare, becoming increasingly aware of their proximity. Heat creeped up her cheeks, but she didn’t want to move. Instead, she leaned into it, inching ever so slightly closer to him. She rested her hand on the edge of the sink, her fingers meeting the warmth of the back of his hand instead. He opened his palm and wrapped his fingers around hers. He subtly parted his lips, making her look at them then back into his eyes. He did the same. His other hand came to rest on her waist. His touch was delicate and soft, yet it was enough to send shivers down her back. It reached the small of her back, bringing her slowly closer to him, his eyes still focused on hers.
The door suddenly opened, making them both jump up in surprise.
“This isn’t the bathroom!” He man said loudly in the hallway before shutting the door.
She instinctively checked her hair in the mirror. Lockwood stood straighter, clearing his throat. She looked back at him with a thin smile, hoping the dim light hid her crimson cheeks.
“Thank you… for your help.”
“Oh you’re welcome!” She stammered. “You’re very welcome.”
They stood awkwardly, not sure what to do next.
“y/n… Do you…”
“I- uh we should go.”
She exited the room, flushed and a little disoriented. Lockwood called after her, asking her to wait. She wanted to turn back, desperately so, but a voice inside her head kept her from it. They were colleagues, she reminded herself. The voice of reason that had snuck into her head the morning after they fell asleep on the couch came screaming back, listing everything that was questionable about her behaviour. She never would have dared anything like this when she was at Fittes’. Lockwood’s recklessness was rubbing off on her and her conscience wasn’t having any of it. Her crush was inappropriate and now was certainly not the time to get lost in it. She headed back towards the ballroom to make sure enough guests witnessed her presence, but Lockwood caught up with her, reaching for her hand.
“y/n wait, please. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have…”
She looked back at him, her face still flushed from the moment they had shared.
“No, it’s me. I let my feelings get the best of me. We should really head back before someone notices we’re missing.” She said as she tried to regain composure.
“Your… feelings?” He asked, intrigued. He tried to act casual, but a grin had already formed at the corner of his mouth.
She didn’t think it was possible to be more embarrassed but here she was. She looked at him with wide eyes, realizing what had slipped out of her mouth and hurried back to the reception, hoping that the night wouldn’t get any worse. She heard Lockwood run after her and she instinctively hid among the guests in response. She grabbed a glass of champagne being served by one of the waiters and swallowed it down in full gulps. If anything else didn’t go as expected, at least she would find it funny. She spotted George still standing next to the buffet. He was joined by Lockwood a few minutes later, who still scanned the crowd, she guessed he was looking for her. She turned her back to him to avoid his eyes and knocked into someone. She apologized profusely, silently cursing this night and everything that had led her there in the first place.
“y/n? What are you doing here?”
She looked up to see her old team leader standing there, glass of champagne in hand, wearing a tuxedo that somehow made him look even more intimidating than his grey uniform.
“Kipps! Hi!” She answered.
“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight!”
“Me neither if I’m honest. You’re here to represent Fittes I’m guessing?”
“Officially yes.” He said, but his voice had an edge.
“Officially?”
“I’m actually glad to see you again. I could use your insight on something.” He added in a growingly ominous tone.
“Kipps, what’s going on?” She asked impatiently.
“Yeah Kipps, what’s going on?” said a voice behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know that Lockwood was looking down at him with the smug look he always had when he fed into that ridiculous rivalry of theirs.
“Not now Tony, I need y/n’s advice on something.”
“Oh really? And what would that be, Kipps? Put your team members in unfathomable danger again? How many children have you traumatized this time?”
“Lockwood, please. This is important.” She had no idea what Kipps wanted her advice on, but she wasn’t ready to face Lockwood yet. She wouldn’t be for a while. She looked up at him to silently tell him to go. He looked back at her and his smile vanished. She didn’t think this would hurt him, but however ridiculous his fight with Kipps was, his pride was taking a hit having to walk away. It didn’t help that Kipps added insult to injury with snobbish remarks, not caring how childish it made him look.
She started to walk towards an empty corner of the room, grabbing another glass on her way. Kipps followed closely.
“What is this all about Kipps?”
“I’m not just here to represent Fittes.” He paused significantly, as if he enjoyed building some kind of suspense around his intentions. “I’m trying to collect more information on Dufour.”
She stayed quiet for a minute as she tried to process what all it implied. On the one hand, they had a potential new ally in this mess. On the other hand, Kipps could make their whole plan fail and this would not end well. She took another sip to calm her nerves and frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“y/n, you never needed to tell me what happened for me to understand that she fired you because you got in the way.”
A new wave of panic washed over her. She hadn’t told him the whole story, she reminded herself. And she hadn’t seen him since that awful article had been published to humiliate her. There was no way he could have come to the same conclusions.
“I mean, you noticed a lot earlier than me how strange she was acting. After that article came out, I kept an eye on her when I could. There was more and more chatter among supervisors about her. Many clients had started complaining and it was reaching higher level executives. It was pretty obvious where all of this was heading.” He said in a sly tone. She finished her glass. Maybe he had.
“She’s getting fired and tries to find a job with the Organization!” He concluded, congratulating his deduction skills. At least he wasn’t onto them. She was about to ask what kind of advice he expected her to give him when he started monologuing again. He visibly hadn’t told anyone about this and was getting too enthusiastic finally sharing his theories.
“I’ve already talked to a few guests about this, subtly mind you. I try to stay discreet on this whole thing. I managed to talk to one of the members of the Organization and left him with plenty to think about.” He said with a grin.
“What do you… I mean, what kind of advice are you looking for exactly?”
“Well let’s just say that the few anecdotes I shared tonight might jeopardize some of Dufour’s opportunities.” He winked at her. “I didn’t really need your advice, I just wanted to tell you that what she did is unforgivable, and she had no right to take you off my team. I’m just making sure she pays her dues.”
Apparently in Dufour’s case karma had a name and it was Quill F. Kipps. She smiled and the alcohol made her laugh much more than anticipated. She held onto him as she threw her head back in a fit of laughter, tears starting to prickle the corner of her eyes.
“That’s really sweet of you Kipps, thank you.” She said when her breathing evened out.
“I was proud to have you on my team y/n.” He said, raising his glass. She grabbed another one on a tray a waiter was passing around to clink a glass with his.
“You know,” She said, taking another sip, “I was always so intimidated by you. I was constantly trying to impress you.”
“Well, you did.”
Even though they hadn’t worked together in months, his recognition still made her feel queasy. Or maybe she was drunker than she realized. She looked away, searching for her reflection to make sure she wasn’t as red as she felt she was. Instead, she saw Lockwood watching the whole scene.
“Would you like to dance, maybe?” Kipps asked behind her.
She looked back at him, unable to refuse after what he had done for her. They headed towards the dancing crowd and when she looked back, Lockwood was gone. She tried to focus on her steps and not let him distract her movements. Her head was dangerously dizzy and if it was not for Kipps’ arm around her waist she would have fallen down twice already.
The song felt like it was going on forever, her feet were killing her and a headache started to hurt her temples. After another spin, she spotted Norrie’s red hair from afar, tray in hand and a wide smile on her face. She locked eyes with her and winked before heading back towards the buffet. Did Lucy manage to get the documents? She tried to look around to see if George or Lockwood had the folder. There were so many faces to look at. She lost her balance and tripped, saved by her dancing partner’s quick reflexes.
“y/n are you okay? You should drink some water.” He said as he led her towards the bar. He helped her sit down and brought her a glass, checking if she was alright. He never let go of her hand the whole time.
“I’m fine, I think I just had too much champagne.”
She barely had the time to take a sip of water when a familiar voice resonated behind her.
“What the hell did you do to her?”
She felt Lockwood place his arm behind her back, his touch just as warm as it had been a few hours earlier. His other hand reached her chin, making her look up at him with sleepy eyes.
“Did he make you drink too much?” He asked her in a softer tone, worry filling his voice.
“This is ridiculous!” Kipps answered.
“You shut up!”
“Come on Tony, throwing a tantrum because I danced with your girlfriend, seriously?”
“You-”
“Lockwood! I’m okay, I swear.” She intervened. “Kipps you’ve been great tonight. Thank you for everything, but don’t ruin it now.” She squeezed his hand before letting go. She turned back towards Lockwood. “Maybe we should go now? The first guests seem to be leaving too.”
He hadn’t stopped glaring towards Kipps. When he looked back down at her, he sighed before agreeing.
“Why don’t you go look for George? I’ll be with you in a minute.”
He seemed surprised at her words, like he couldn’t conceive letting her alone with Kipps any longer. He pressed his hand against her back before heading towards the hall. She stood back up, struggling with the height of her heals. Kipps helped her up, holding her still as she tried to find her balance.
“Thank you for everything, Kipps. I never thought you would help me get revenge on Dufour and I have to say that I greatly appreciate it.”
“I tried being the bigger person but it didn’t work out too well for me.”
She teased him once more about the childish fight he had with Lockwood, not convinced that he could ever be the bigger person. They laughed, and she felt truly happy at the comradery they shared. She offered to meet him some time for coffee. He agreed and told her she should probably get back to her boss to avoid any trouble at home. She answered that he was annoying as they hugged goodbye and he ruffled her hair in exchange. With a smile, she headed towards the entrance where Lockwood was already waiting with her coat in hand.
As soon as they got in the car, Lockwood pulled a folder out of his jacket. His smile was radiant as he went over the numbers. They were more than enough to put the Organization in trouble, and hopefully Dufour with it too. As enthusiastic as he was, they were too exhausted to be receptive. George swore he would never set foot in this kind of event ever again while y/n struggled to stay awake.
“I’d rather fight thirteen limbless than talk to another member of that stupid organization.” He exclaimed, shuffling in his seat, disturbing her as she rested her head against the window. There was no time for her to fall asleep, as the cab was already slowing down in front of the house.
George practically jumped out of the car, eager to go to bed to “put this horrible night behind him”. She didn’t know what happened that made him so irritable, but she was sure she had missed something while she was talking to Kipps. Lockwood stepped out next, waiting beside the door to help her out. It was out of necessity more than chivalry since her knees buckled when she stood up. Never leaving her side, he helped her up the stairs into the hall. She started walking or rather stumbling towards the stairs when Lockwood stopped her in her tracks.
“You should drink at least two full glasses of water before sleeping.”
She didn’t answer and simply pouted like a child.
“Fine, if you can walk up to the attic on your own, I won’t make you drink water.”
She gave him an exaggerated smile and immediately tripped over the first step. He put his arm around her and led her towards the kitchen.
She rested against the countertop while he poured her a glass from the tap. She drank it all and he filled it up again. She smiled lazily. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He stared back, making sure she drank it all. The stood there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence, wordlessly getting lost in each other’s eyes.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” She said while tilting her head to the side.
It was a bad call. She couldn’t even move her head without being a fall risk.
He caught her just in time, as he always had this evening, and held her closer to start the long climb to the attic. She rested her face against his chest, nestling and taking comfort in his reassuring scent.
“Oh no…” She muttered under her breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m putting make-up all over your shirt.” Her voice was sad but she made no move to try and stop it.
“It’s not the first time you put your make-up all over me tonight, darling. I think I’ll be alright.”
After the first flight of stairs, she slouched even more against him. Instead of taking the way up to the attic, he led her towards the opposite end of the hallway in his room. She didn’t register until he laid her down on his bed. The blanket she felt underneath her fingertips wasn’t the same texture as the one she had gotten used to.
“Lockwood I can’t sleep in your bed.” She mumbled, her face pressed into a pillow.
“Of course you can. You’re half asleep already.”
“Yeah but-”
“I’ll go sleep in your bed for tonight.”
She muttered an “okay” barely audible, drifting in and out of consciousness.
“I think that’s enough drinking and dancing for a while.” He said as he pressed a soft kiss against her temple.
“Hardly, I didn’t even get to dance with you!” Her eyelids started to close. “You’re the only one I wanted to dance with.”
She closed her eyes and fell asleep instantly, not noticing when Lockwood exited the room quietly.
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She woke up to the sound of hammers from the construction across the street. The sun burned her eyes and a painful headache pressed her forehead when she tightly closed her eyelids. She reached for the closest pillow and buried her head under it, hoping to draw out the hurtful sound and the blinding light. It didn’t do much, but it had the perk of surrounding her with a familiar comforting scent. She didn’t know how long she stayed like this. She remembered this wasn’t her room and she was surprised that no one had come in yet. She turned on her side and opened her eyes carefully. The first thing she saw was a glass of water resting on the bedside table. The second was Lockwood’s clothes from last night hanging on the back of his chair. She stared at them for a while, wondering if he had been comfortable enough to change in the same room she was passed out in. While she was sleeping in his bed, nonetheless. She tried the best she could to sit up. Drinking on an empty stomach had not done her any favor. There wasn’t much chance she would get anything done today. She drank the glass left for her and rose up with great difficulty.
Everything hurt. She made her way down the stairs, and by the time she reached the kitchen someone had made her a plate with warm toast. It was sitting on the table at the seat she usually took but there was no one around to greet her. She forced herself to eat even though her stomach wasn’t cooperative and drank as much water as she could, hoping it would help getting over her hangover. The house was quiet. It was a nice change from the noises that had woken her up but it was unsettling not hearing any sign of life. Usually when she thought she was alone she would still hear Lockwood training in the basement or George mutter something under his breath while researching a case. It was rare that the both of them left at the same time. She wondered where they could have gone as she made her way back up the stairs. She passed the library and the turning of pages made her turn around. Lockwood was sitting in his armchair, flipping through his magazine the way he usually did in the late hours of the night after a case. He was impeccable as always and she felt acutely self-conscious standing there at the beginning of the afternoon with messy hair and probably runny make-up all over her face. If he looked up from his magazine she didn’t pay him any attention and ran upstairs to try and look more presentable, no matter how awful she felt.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked when she came back down, not looking up from what he was reading. She took the sit next to him.
“As good as I can.” She answered, massaging her temples.
He pushed forward a glass of water on the table between them.
“Where’s George?” She asked between two sips.
“I sent him to deliver the documents to DEPRAC. I thought he was better suited to leave it anonymously with a semblance of discretion. If Barnes ever saw me there, we could never get away with it.”
“Smart.” She had avoided his eyes the entire time. The entire night was blurry, but the alcohol had not erased the specific memories she was trying to ignore. They stayed in an uncomfortable silence until he finished his magazine, eventually closing it and putting it back on the table between them. The ghost-jar was back into the fireplace, covered in ashes with burn marks here and there. She wondered when George had found the time to keep experimenting on it with how busy they had been these past few weeks. Instead of making its usual horrible faces it simply stared at her. It looked over at Lockwood who didn’t seem to pay him no mind, then back at her with that same insistent stare. It made her even more uncomfortable than the heavy silence filling the room. When she got up to get away from it, it smiled. A crude and devilish smile. What a horrid wretched thing. She was too distracted to realize that Lockwood had followed her into the hall.
“y/n, about last night…”
Before she could turn around, the entire chain of events flashed before her eyes. What part did he want to talk about: her drunken state, the night she spent in his bed, the lipstick mark she left on his cheek or the way she almost kissed him? She couldn’t pick which would be more embarrassing. She didn’t want to talk about any of it either. She didn’t even want to think about it, though this part was harder than it looked. Heat rose to her cheeks at the memory of his hand around her waist in that first-floor bathroom. After behaving so recklessly, a conversation like this was bound to happen. They might as well get it over with.
“I just wanted to say…”
When she finally mustered the courage to look him in the eye, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” She said, hurrying to open the door.
It was Kipps, coming to see if she was feeling better.
“I’m doing alright! Thanks for checking in.”
“I brought you some chocolate chip cookies from a bakery near my flat. Thought they could help.”
“That’s sweet of you Kipps but we’re a doughnut family here.” Lockwood said before snatching the bag out of his hands, coming behind her to wave Kipps away. Kipps ignored him and turned his attention back to her.
“If you’re feeling okay maybe we could grab that cup of coffee you talked about last night?”
“Thanks but I’m still feeling a bit sick, I’d love to go out when I’m fully recovered though!”
“Sure, give me a call when you’re free. Take care, alright?”
“I will, thank you.”
She waved back at him as he left and slowly closed the door behind her. Lockwood was standing silently at the bottom of the stairs.
“You asked Kipps to get coffee after what happened last night?”
“Yes, he’s been a real friend to me. He’s helping me with Dufour without me asking.”
“What do you mean he’s helping you? Have you been cooperating with him behind our backs?”
“Of course not! I just found out he’s been giving her bad press.”
“So, it wasn’t a date then?”
“Are you jealous of Quill Kipps?” She asked with a laugh.
“How dare you say something like that under my roof!”
They both smiled at the situation, easing the tension that was there a few minutes earlier.
“But seriously, y/n. I wanted to apologize about last night. I never meant to make anything weird or-”
“Can we just say that we both acted dumb?”
He took a few seconds to consider her offer.
“Well, you started it.” He grinned.
She looked at him defiantly. She would not take the fall for this, even though her unrequited crush was definitely to blame.
“Didn’t you call me darling last night?”
He blushed at the mention, only saved by the front door opening and letting George in, followed closely by Inspector Barnes. The intrusion of the DEPRAC representative took them aback. They stared mutely back and forth between George and the inspector, waiting for an explanation. The man stared back at them, a familiar folder in hand. Without saying a word, Lockwood led him to the living room. y/n closed the door before joining them. Barnes stood in the middle of the room, glaring between them, holding up the folder and pointing it accusingly at Lockwood.
“I don’t want to know how you could have gotten your hand on these documents.”
“I’ve never seen that folder before in my life.” Lockwood replied, feigning innocence.
“Shut it! I don’t care how you did it, I know it was you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have caught Karim here sneaking out of Scotland Yard after an ‘anonymous contribution’ was made for the case you seem to be tied to.” He glared in her direction to punctuate his words. After holding her stare in an anger-fueled silence, he looks down in resignation. “As much as I hate to admit it, this evidence makes our case stronger against the Silverpoint Organization.”
She couldn’t help a thin smile to form on her lips. She looked back at Lockwood, relieved. He was already looking back at her with a soft smile. He winked before looking back at Barnes with a proud smile.
“Don’t even dare congratulate yourselves for this. Next time you step out of line, one mistake and I revoke your license and shut down this agency for good.”
They all looked down, trying to hide their joy at hearing that their plan had worked. After a few more minutes of silent scolding, the inspector aimed for the door.
“An audit of the organization’s finances will start in a few days and we’ll probably put an end to your surveillance.” He turned back. “That does not mean that you should get back to breaking any law-”
“Does that mean that Dufour will be arrested soon?” y/n couldn’t help asking, interrupting Barnes who had an exasperated look on his face. He sighed.
“Unfortunately, like any person involved in relic dealings the only evidence that can guarantee an arrest are catching the perpetrators in the act. I’m afraid Mrs. Dufour will remain free for now.” He didn’t seem as frustrated as she was. Probably because this kind of injustice was commonplace in his line of work. Still, her highest hopes came crashing down. The rollercoaster from the joy of their success to this disillusion made her sick.
“Oh.” She simply said.
“I’ll do my best to get her complaint against you dropped. Don’t get the idea of putting yourself in any more danger to get more evidence yourself. Am I clear?”
“Perfectly clear, inspector.”
The three of them led him back to the front door. When she closed it behind him, George and Lockwood both placed an arm around her.
“We’ll figure something out.” Lockwood said. “I promise.”
“It’s alright.” She said in a flat tone. “I’ll go lie down for a while, I think I’m still sick from the champagne.”
As she went up the stairs, her mind was already reeling. If Barnes couldn’t get the evidence he needed to put Dufour away for good, she’d find a way to do it herself.
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🪳🩸Dating Robert Montague Renfield Headcanons I🪳🩸
A/N- I watched Renfield for the second time a few days ago after watching it for the first time back in June and decided to write headcanons for our favorite, beloved character.
So, this is my first time writing character dating headcanons and had this saved up in my drafts for a few months. I’m going to be doing several of these as separate posts so that I don’t go overboard when I write the headcanons out
Also, I’m adding Renfield to my fourth list of character fanfic requests, so be on the lookout for that :)
So please enjoy these headcanons…
Warnings: Some language, minor angst, mentions of past abuse, minor violence, and a fluffy relationship
Citrus Scale: 🍎
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The two of you met at Assholes Anonymous at the local church one night. Just two complete strangers listening to other people’s problems and how they got here.
You were the same way too. Looking for a place to spill all your fillings out after having a huge falling out with your NOW ex shitty boyfriend. It felt like the floodgates opened up once you began to talk about your fucked up relationship.
Sobbing over everything he’s done to you for the past few years you were together. Everybody sat there including him, listening what you’ve been through with a fucking low life like your ex.
After the meeting, he came up to you at the refreshments table to see how you were doing. Your eyes were very red and puffy from all the crying, he felt very bad for you. He took out his handkerchief and wiped away stray tears that were left on your cheeks.
He was so kind to you, the two of you started to talk with one another.
“I’m Robert Montague Renfield,” he held out his hand. You extended yours and shook his hand gently. “Nice to meet you Robert Montague Renfield, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You said with a smile.
The two of you hit it off pretty well. You saw one another again at the next meeting and it was his turn to talk. He talked about his narcissistic boss that always gave him problems at his job and how it was hard for him to work with that type of person.
You felt more bad for him than yourself. Having his boss hound him everyday was harsh enough. That’s when something incredible happened.
After the meeting was over, he came up to you all nervous looking, fiddling with his hands, “(Y/N). Would you like to go get some dinner with me? I know a great place in the square.”
You nodded your head, “yes. I would love to grab a bite to eat, Robert.” He smiled back and both of you locked arms as you walked out the door.
Once the two of you got to the restaurant and seated at your table, you started talking about your lives.
Robert talked about his stressful job and how his boss is making his whole life a living hell. You talked about your very shitty ex boyfriend and basically walked all over you for the past few years.
“Wow. It sounds like we were destined for each other Miss (Y/N),” he said with a smile. “Yeah. I guess we were,” you laughed a bit.
After dinner, Robert offered to walk back with you to your place and you said yes.
You walked hand in hand, as you finally arrived at your apartment door on the third floor.
Before you went to unlock the door, Robert cupped your face with his hands, leaned over, and pressed his lips against yours. They felt soft and sweet on your warm skin.
Once he was done and lifted his head back up, you felt your face blush from the sudden move. Robert’s face turned to a bright pink shade as he laughed a bit.
“I had a great time tonight Robert. Thank you again,” you giggled. “ I did too. Good night (Y/N).” He leaned over again and kissed the top of your head. “Yes. Good night to you too Robert.” Then the two of you waved each other goodbye as Robert walked away and you went into your apartment.
From that night on, a relationship blossomed between the two of you.
Robert took you on all kinds of dates all over the city. Brunches, lunches, dinners, cafes, picnics, movies, a night under the stars, etc.
He really understood you and your feelings. Robert made you feel important more than ever.
Everything was going well, until your ex boyfriend came back. He wanted to have a fresh start and wanted to start over with you. But you saw through him quickly.
When you told him to leave, he grabbed you and held you by your throat against the wall.
“Listen to me you little bitch. You don’t belong to anybody else, but me. You belong to me and me only.” You let out a soft whimper, as tears fell down your face.
Before he could do anything else to you, the door to your apartment burst open and you saw Robert charging straight in towards your ex. He tackled him full force into the kitchen, with his hand letting go of you and dropping you to the floor.
You could hear the crunching of bones and tearing of flesh, as you watched Robert beat him into a bloody pulp and then stopped.
After a few seconds of silence, Robert turned and looked over his shoulder at you. His hands and face were covered with blood splatter. When you looked into his eyes, they weren’t blue. Instead, they were a golden yellow.
You wanted to get up and run out the door, but your legs felt frozen in place. Your soft whimpers turned into cries for help.
Robert quickly dashed towards you and embraced you in a tight hug. “Oh dear God (Y/N). I’m so so sorry you had to watch that.” He said, as he buried his face into your hair and ran his fingers through the strands. You continued to cry as you buried yourself into his soft sweater. Then as your cries soften, Robert cupped your face with both hands as he wiped away the tears with his thumbs.
“But never in my whole life, I’ll ever harm you in any way. I’ll protect you and make sure you’ll be safe. I swear it.” He said, as his eyes changed back to that beautiful blue color. He kissed the top of your head and then kissed your lips in a soft embrace.
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So this is love?
Request: Ok hear me out.. Renfield having a loving partner?? And he's just.. soo not used to that? Like at all?? Someone giving /him/ attention??? Praising him? LOVING him? Not shooing him away? Not barking orders or shaming him for doing something wrong? I needs it!
Robert Montague Renfield x Reader
Warnings: romance?
Proofread? No
Word Count: 689
A/n: I pushed through writers block to write this.
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“Surprise!” You shouted excitedly as you bounced excitedly in front of the dining table.
Robert stood in the entrance of his apartment. Dumbfounded as he gazed at the white cake that was placed upon the wooden surface. The top of it had the words 'Happy Birthday Robert!' spelled with blue frosting.
"What is this?" He raised his eyebrow in curiosity.
"It's for your birthday!" You exclaimed, barely able to control your volume.
Both of Robert's eyebrows rose in surprise and confusion. You didn't forget? You remembered? You remembered his birthday? Out of all the days to remember, you remembered the day that he was born? Why would you? It's certainly not important.
Or at least that's what Dracula told him multiple times in the past century or so.
“You remembered?” He gave you an incredulous look.
“Of course I did!” You skipped over to him. “And, I’ve got some gifts for you! Just wait here.” You squealed before you sprinted off to his bedroom. Robert stayed in his spot, still shocked and confused at the fact that you actually remembered his birthday.
After about a minute, you came out of the bedroom carrying two bags. One large pink one, and a smaller black one. You placed them both on the dining table next to the cake. You reached inside the pink one and pulled out an envelope that had Robert’s full name written on the back of it.
“This is from Rebecca. She couldn’t make it but she got you this.” You explained as you handed the envelope and pink bag to him.
Robert reached inside the bag and felt his fingers land on a hard surface. He pulled the unidentified object out and in his grasp was a book, with a title that read, 'Encyclopedia Of Bugs'.
"A Bug book! How nice!" You grinned.
Robert opened the envelope next, inside was a card that had the words,
"I know you have a "habit" of swallowing bugs. So you might as well know what you're eating when you order."
He didn't quite get the joke and frankly, neither did Rebecca when she wrote it.
"Ok! My turn!" You let out what felt like your hundredth squeal as you took the small white bag and handed it to him. "Ok, remember that time we went on that one walk and we passed by a really fancy jewelry store?" Robert thought for a moment.
"I think so."
"Great! Now open your gift!" You could barely contain your excitement as you urged him to do so.
Robert reached inside and pulled out a small, silver box. When he opened it, he gave you a curious look. Inside the box was a golden ring that had his full name engraved in it.
"This is for… me?" He nervously gestured toward himself.
"Who else?" You gave him a warm smile.
In this moment, the only thing Robert could think was that this had to be some sort of ruse. Why would you ever give such a gift to him of all people? How could something so nice belong to him? And how could someone so amazing be kind enough to give it to him?
“It’s… Beautiful.” He said, with an astonished expression on his face.
“I’m so glad you like it!” You squealed (AGAIN.) and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Instead of speaking. Robert stood there in a dazed state for a solid minute.
You frowned.
“Is something wrong?” You worriedly queried, afraid that he might have changed his mind about your gift within the span of a minute.
“No, no, I just… You- you did this for me?”
“Well it wasn’t just me, Rebecca helped. Although, yes I did pick out the ring by myself.”
“Why?” He questioned, genuinely confused as to why you did all of this, for him.
“Because we love you. I love you.” Just then Robert felt a tug at his heart. You loved him. You really did. You actually appreciate him. Not once, in the entire time he knew you, had you used him. That was when Robert knew.
You were the one for him.
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cornelia street; robert m. renfield.
track nine of LOVER
pairing: robert renfield x f!reader
synopsis: your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your wrist
word count: 3.2k
The modern world was confusing. Renfield had watched the world change rapidly around him during his century as Dracula’s familiar and the way humans had changed never failed to surprise him. It had made life more difficult for him, Dracula’s need for good quality blood was harder to fulfil in a world where the influence of the church was increasingly slipping and sour blood was more common than ever before. His master didn’t understand that, of course, and just berated his familiar for doing such a poor job in attending to his needs.
Finding DRAAG had been a good twist of fate. New Orleans wasn’t quite what he’d expected, slightly more lawless than he’d initially assumed, but it had plenty of derelict buildings that he could move Dracula between if they were to be discovered and people went missing frequently enough that taking victims to his master wasn't going to alert too much suspicion. The group had become something of a lifeline for him after a few weeks in the city. He’d followed Bob inside after thinking he would make a good victim, and five weeks later he was still coming to the group. Everyone was so desperately sad, and a part of Renfield had identified with their stories and that kept him coming back.
It was especially hard listening to the people who had realised they were codependent with their soulmate. To watch them lament that this was meant to be the perfect person for them and they had fallen into destructive patterns with them had hit a sore spot somewhere deep inside Renfield. He’d never met his soulmate, his marriage to his late wife had been one of convenience rather than based on a soul bond, and it didn’t mean he loved her any less but his heart had always ached that he’d probably never meet his soulmate. Him and his master had moved so frequently that he was sure his soulmate had passed him by like ships in the night, or day really since he and his master did all their travelling by night.
If his master had ever noticed him absentmindedly tracing his words, he had never commented on it. His master didn’t have any words, Renfield had checked one time when he’d been tending to his needs, and he was sure if he ever brought up being lonely his master would begin another speech about how he didn’t need a soulmate, that they had each other and that humans were beneath them. The lectures had been focused solely on bringing his master back to full power recently but they had been happening more frequently, like tonight for instance. He’d been ready to go to the DRAAG meeting when Dracula had started another lecture about having to consume sour blood again and wanting Renfield to find him some nuns to eat.
He’d arrived late to this meeting, nervously babbling out an apology to Mark and the others as he took a seat in the back circle. It had taken him a few minutes to realise that there was a new face sitting with the group. She was sitting next to Carol, and the two seemed to know each other based on how they’d moved their chairs to be closer together. They were whispering quietly to each other, not quite loud enough to be audible but enough that he knew they were doing so. He tried not to stare, but there was something about Carol’s friend that had entranced him. He began to trace his words again, a nervous habit he’d developed over the years, only stopping when he saw Mark take notice. He waited for Lawrence to finish his share before looking to Renfield.
“Renfield, do you want to share today?”
“No, I’m good I think.” Mark sighed lightly at the denial, clearly having expected it.
“You’ve been coming here for a few weeks now, and you don’t have to say anything, but you’re always welcome to share. This is a safe space for you to speak your truth.”
“I suppose so.” Mark and the rest of the group were quiet for a moment, clearly waiting for another round of pushback from Renfield but when he gave none, Mark proceeded in a gentle tone.
“Is it your soulmate?”
“No, I haven't actually met them yet.” There were a few sympathetic noises from various people sitting in the circle. If they felt bad that a man who looked to be in his thirties hadn’t met his soulmate, he didn’t want to think about how they’d react if they knew he was almost one hundred years old and hadn’t met them. They’d probably refer him for a psychological evaluation if he said that part out loud though; whilst he didn’t exactly take pride in his appearance, Dracula’s ability to stop his body ageing meant he hadn’t physically aged for almost as long as he’d known the Count.
“And do you think the person you’re in a codependent relationship with is taking advantage of that?”
“Honestly? No. My boss he, uh, he’s blank. I don’t think he particularly minds but that also means that he doesn’t care about me and finding my soulmate.” Being blank wasn’t particularly common, and it always invoked a specific sympathy from everyone who found out. The idea that you were a person without another half in a society where that was the norm always tended to put people on edge. Renfield had always been somewhat relieved that Dracula didn’t have a soulmate, the idea of having another vampire to tend to the needs of and transport around seemed like much more hassle than he cared to entertain. One Lord of Darkness was more than enough, thank you very much.
“That must be hard for him, but that doesn't mean that you have to put off your chances of happiness just because he’s blank. Has he ever taken any interest or even acknowledged that you haven’t met your soulmate yet?”
“I don’t think it’s even occurred to him to be honest. I think if anything he’s probably glad, I think it would be fair to say that meeting my soulmate may influence my ability to do my job the way he expects me to.”
“So what would happen, hypothetically speaking, if you were to seek out your soulmate?” The question drew only a blank in Renfield’s mind, and he noticed the flicker of pity that passed over Mark’s face when he struggled to imagine a world where he prioritised himself rather than his boss.
“What do you mean?”
“If you went off and tried to find your soulmate, what would happen?”
“I couldn’t leave my boss for that long.”
“Well, why not?”
“He has this medical condition you see, it means he can’t go out in the daytime, or much at all. If I’m not there to help him, well it doesn’t bear thinking about really.”
“Oh so you’re like a carer then?” Renfield wasn’t sure who spoke up, but it occurred to him that his relationship with his master would sound very strange if he disagreed with the interjection.
“I suppose you could put it like that.”
“I understand that it’s more complex when there are medical needs involved but listen to me Renfield, you cannot put your entire life on hold for someone else. You are important, you have value, and you are more than what your boss seems to see you as.” Renfield shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wringing his hands together. It was much easier attending the meetings when the spotlight wasn’t on him. He stayed quiet in the hopes that someone would interrupt his share but no one came to his rescue and he was left scrambling for something to say next.
“I guess it’s just hard because if he doesn’t have me then there’s no one else who could take care of him. After working for him for so long it wouldn’t feel right to just leave him.” Mark seemed to notice that he was getting more uncomfortable and mercifully decided to open the discussion back to the rest of the group by talking about the sense of duty that came with being codependent before announcing that the meeting was over. Renfield stayed in his seat as most of the group migrated towards the exit. A few people were still inside when he finally stood and went over to the refreshment table, his throat aching for a glass of water. He made quick work of the glass and stood for a moment, cursing himself for speaking ill of his master. He was so in his head that he didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind him until the person spoke.
“I like what you said about your boss.” The world seemed to shift on his axis as he heard the soft voice behind him speak. He turned around and saw the shy smile you were sporting, completely unaware that you had just turned his world upside down in a single sentence. You'd spoken his words.
His words had always confused him slightly, and that had only grown when he's become Dracula's familiar. He'd never been able to imagine a scenario when he'd be freely talking to people about his master, but this made perfect sense in a weird way. He realised that he hadn't spoken yet, and he probably looked like a deer in the headlights and it took him a few beats to come up with a response.
“It’s you.” He watched as it dawned on you what had just occurred between the two of you. The smile that grew on your face made you look truly radiant, like an angel sent directly from above. It felt like he was being saved and being damned all at once and any and all trepidation he’s had about this moment vanished from his mind as he took you in.
“Hey.” The word is soft, you’re clearly still trying to process what’s just happened after all, but it feels like it echoes in his mind, a pleasant change from the way his master’s voice booms through his skull when he deems it fit to communicate like that.
“Hello.”
“I’m, uh, I’m (Y/N).” You gesture to the name sticker on your jacket, and he smiles when he sees a small smiley face drawn next to your name.
“Robert. Robert Montague Renfield.” He holds out a hand to you, trying to hide the slight tremor, and when you take his hand it feels like a shock running through his body. It’s electrifying and relaxing all at once and it’s perfect. You’re perfect.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“It’s funny really, of all the places in the world I never expected it to be at a codependency anonymous group.” It occurred to Renfield that you hadn’t spoken at all during the meeting and he truly hopes you’re not here because of some awful person you can’t escape from. All his anxieties are put to rest when you reply though.
“I’m not codependent actually, I’m just here to support Carol. But, if you’d like help with your situation, I’d be more than happy to listen. Or if not, we can just grab a coffee, get to know each other?”
“I’d like that very much.” You beam at him before turning to the refreshment table and picking up one of the small business cards that had been scattered amongst the snacks. You grab the pen that lay next to the name tags and write something on the back of the card, handing it to him.
“I need to take Carol home but you should call me. We can go grab that coffee.”
“I will. Yes, definitely.” He watched as you turned to face Carol and the two of you made your way to the exit. You turned back to face him, giving him a small wave as you walked out into the cool night, and Renfield was left alone in the gymnasium. It was only then that it occurred to him that he had no plans for people to bring to Dracula to satisfy him tonight. He cursed himself lightly under his breath as he walked outside and began the walk back to the hospital. The closer he got the more anxious he became, and it was only when he passed the church that his luck seemed to change. He spotted a woman, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties, leaning against the wall and looking to be in rather bad shape. He’d been cautious upon approaching her in case she was with someone but when she drunkenly slurred out that her friends had ditched her, her fate was sealed. It hadn’t been difficult to overpower her, the chloroform in his pocket had done its job as quickly as ever and, with the aid of a bug, it had been easy to pull her into a bridal hold and walk the rest of the way back to the hospital.
Luck seems to remain on his side as he makes it the entire walk without spotting a single patrolling police car, and once he got to the hospital it was easy for him to drop the body onto one of the gurneys he always left near the entrance and then push that the rest of the way. He made it through the hospital without hearing his master until finally reaching the room his master spent most of his time residing in.
“Renfield! Where have you been? Where’s my dinner?”
“Right here, master!” He pushes the unconscious body off the gurney to the ground just shy of the makeshift throne his master was currently sitting in. Dracula didn’t look at all pleased by the offering, slowly rising to his feet. His recovery from their run-in with the vampire hunters had been a slow one, but his skin had finally started to grow back and, whilst he was revolting to look at, it meant he was nearly fully healed again.
“Is it a nun?”
“Um, well, no, but she was hanging around outside a church when I found her?” The answer seemed to satisfy his master enough for the vampire to start feeding from the body. It had been fairly easy for Renfield to become accustomed to the blood and gore that came with being a familiar but the sound of Dracula ravenously feeding on some soon-to-be corpse never failed to make him queasy.
“Not as sour as most of the other trash you’ve brought me. Bring me more like this one Renfield.”
“Yes master.” Renfield went about his usual tasks whilst his master fed; moving the depleted corpses to the pile he’d made a few rooms down from the main chamber of the hospital and trying to keep himself occupied until he could move the fresh body. It didn’t take long for Dracula to drain her fully, but his master’s mood seemed to shift when Renfield approached.
“You smell different, Renfield.”
“I’m sorry?” He watched as Dracula rose to his feet, shifting rapidly around him and coming to a stop just in front of him after a moment. Renfield’s eyes dropped to the floor automatically as he waited for his master to speak to him.
“You met your soulmate.” It wasn’t a question, Renfield realised, but an observation. It was all he could do to nod, questioning how on Earth his master could possibly know he’d met his soulmate from his smell.
“How did you-?”
“It changes the blood of a man, meeting his soulmate. Sweetens the blood, makes it sing.” Dracula’s voice lilted slightly at the mere idea and Renfield felt his heart drop. His chance of having a normal relationship with his soulmate seemed to be going out the window with every word his master spoke.
“Oh.”
“I do hope that this won’t change your fealty, Renfield. I would hate to have to…remove any distractions that come your way.” The hand on the back of his neck makes Renfield flinch, and he listens as Dracula chuckles deeply whilst tracing his carotid artery with one of his nails. He never presses deep enough to draw blood, but the warning is heavy in the air. He hates the way he quivers under his master's touch but after almost a century of knowing just how lethal Dracula’s clawed nails are, the reaction is uncontrollable.
“I, uh, of course not, master.”
“Good.” As Dracula slowly shuffled away from him, Renfield was left with the impression that this wasn’t the end of the discussion. He doesn’t move until Dracula tells him to leave, and it’s with a sigh of relief that he realises that the conversation is indeed over for now. He walks out of the main chamber, leaning against one of the walls after a brisk walk, and slides down until he’s resting on the floor. He’s not sure how long he spends sitting on the floor trying to quiet his mind and failing. The only thing that pulls him back to reality is when he slides his hand into one of his suit pockets and feels the business card with your number on it. He pulls his phone from his back pocket, tracing his fingers over your number on the business card in his other hand. He types your number in, toying with the idea of what he should send to you. He types multiple messages before trying something simpler and more to the point.
Hello, (Y/N). It’s Robert Renfield. Would you still be up for grabbing that coffee?
He presses send before he has time to debate whether it’s a good first message to his soulmate, and he locks his phone, letting it flop down onto his chest. He lets out a sigh, and closes his eyes. He only opens them when he feels his phone vibrate, and he looks down to see if you’ve responded.
Hi Robert! I’d love to, how does 9am sound?
The fact you responded so quickly makes him smile slightly, and it almost makes him forget about his master’s threat. Almost.
That sounds perfect.
Awesome, see you outside the gym? I know a great coffee shop nearby :)
I look forward to seeing you.
He shuts his phone off after sending the final message, letting his eyes close once again. He doesn’t have a bed here, hasn’t for a long time now, and he feels the edges of sleep start to close in on him. His last thought before falling asleep is that he needs to come up with a cover story for when you inevitably ask him about everything he shared at the codependency group because there’s no way you’ll believe that he’s a vampire’s familiar.
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Pick a Side
Montague x (fem) reader
-> perhaps diamonds look better than hope
-> warning: slight mention of smut
-> 2k words
Today's mission was a little different. You were being sent to the Grand Glacier Hotel. How grand it truly is you will find out. Montague has been on the UnderGrounds list for a while.
His vault had many items inside that would give clues as to where Peely was.
Only problem was there was no way inside without distracting the boss.
He was quite the mastermind you had to admit. Going from a low life thief to a rich billionaire. Leader of the Society. Heart of diamond, nerves of steel.
He really had his slogan going for him. Owner of a fancy hotel? He knew how to get the bag.
Too bad he had no idea about you. High agent in the UnderGround knew just how to get a rich man's attention.
You pulled up to the hotel on your high class motorcycle. Why get a lambo? It wouldn’t stand up.
Your diamond motorcycle was more classy. Beadies didn’t Montage love diamonds.
Your outfit was detected out in blue and crystals. A classy race suit. With a helmet just as decorated. This was how you always went to missions.
With your motorcycle and wit.
The only reason you even got so high up in the Under Ground was your motorcycle gang. They were tired of the millionaires on the island taking areas that they owned.
You headed up the steps looking through your helmet's glass.
A few guards walked around. They instantly turn to you as you enter the building. Your suit glittering in the light of the hotel lobby. Montague was at the top of the steps. He instantly looked at you.
You noticed his eyes widen at the sight of your outfit. Diamonds sure did catch his attention. Seemed like he had an interest already by the way he walked down putting a hand up in a guard's face to make his way over to you.
His medallion on his neck glistened. You needed to keep him distracted for about an hour. Jonsey and Hope said any longer and you’d need to leave quickly. Meaning the mission failed.
“How lovely to see a new face.” The man's French accent hit your ears. A smug smirk tugged at his lips. He sure as hell had a handsome face. Almost felt like a waste to want to take this man down.
Perhaps you could take him down in a different way. There was an idea for a distraction.
“How lovely it is to see your face.” You offred back as a witty response, slowly sliding off your helmet. Shaking out your hair and letting your helmet rest on your waist. Giving him a quick up and down glance.
He let out a breathy laugh at your response. “Love to see a woman in diamond.” He bit his lip giving you a once over glance. “Love to see a man in diamond.” You took a step closer. He didn’t move. He was beginning to enjoy this. He had flirted with many women before.
He knew what they liked. How to charm and woo them.
“What brings you here?” He titled his head the white tips of his hair parted so perfectly The scar on his eye made him look so much more menacing.
“I need a room for the night. Traveling to Ritzy Rivera tomorrow. It’s a tad bit too far of a drive for now though.” You offered a quick excuse. He nodded his head thinking over it. “Of course. We have plenty of rooms.” He headed over to the check in area. You followed him taking note of his outfit.
“Room 203.” He held out the key to you, your hands brushing as you took it. Or well his gloved hands.
“Do you mind if we chat for a while?” You quipped quickly noting how he began to walk off.
He thought for a second. You had caught his attention greatly. He never saw a woman just pull up to the front on a motorcycle. Specifically dolled out in diamonds.
All the girls he had talked to or been in the presence of drooled or fell over his feet. They never wanted to just talk.
Maybe you were different. He was rich, had a whole business to run and a gift to make things into diamonds. Perhaps you liked him for him, as much as you knew.
You seemed rich enough. Didn’t need his money.
“Sure, we can chat.” He nodded and sat down on one of the chairs in the lounge.
You took a seat in front of him. Eyeing him with your poker face.
“Do you often wear such little clothing when biking in the snowy mountains?” His question almost shocked you. Perhaps you did have little clothing on. Your racing suit was a one piece. With holes at the knees, a gap to show your stomach and some of your back. Cleavage on display as well. Perhaps that’s what he liked.
“Do you like what you see or are you complaining?” You bit your lip and leaned back in the chair. Noticing his eyes go from yours to your exposed chest area.
“The first option.” He leaned forward in his chair, hands clasping together.
“Though I would hate to only like you for your body. Do tell me about yourself.” He leaned back now instead of forward. Eyes going back to yours. Being respectful.
“Right.” A small smile creeped up your face. “I race motorcycles and cars. Got my own motorcycle club. Could say I get quite a lot of money from racing.” You crossed your legs and titled your head a little. “I don’t fall so easily into men like you. So, I'm sorry to burst your bubble if you thought this was going to go somewhere. When I drove that bike up here I didn’t have my legs wide open. Mr.Heart of Diamonds.” A smug smirk came on your face at his reaction.
“Oh no my heart.” He clutched his chest acting to be in pain. “This girl got me, what a shame she won’t like me.” A fake cry came from him now. He stood up quickly. Gaining himself back to his straight face and tough exterior.
“I’ll show you how to spread your legs open for me.” He stood over you. He was quite tall. The earpiece covered by your hair went off.
“Vault successful. Heading out soon.” Hope's voice rang through.
He leaned down, his hands gripping the arm rests of the chair. You looked up at him. Smirks on both your faces.
“One of us is going to have to crack.” His voice was so low you almost couldn’t understand him. The accent wasn’t helping either.
The tension was high as he was merely centimeters from your face. The second you walked into this hotel you knew it would end like this.
Did you mind? No. To be truthful his file photo was pretty handsome.
There was a reason you were so quick to take this mission. You one knew you could distract him but also. You wanted to distract him.
He was a bad man. Your group hated him. But imagine how much he could help your club. You could own half the island with him.
Race on the side and become higher up in the world. The UnderGround was bound to end someday. These guys were too good. It’s not like Hope is going to be able to take down her sister.
Everyone saw how she looked when her sister was mentioned. She could never hit the killing shot. It would have to be here to give the go on it.
This other option had so much more potential for you in the long run.
You had betrayed an agency before. Shadow wasn’t so keen on you.
Midas just had better options for you. Of course you’d be a double agent. Feeding info to both sides never choosing one.
This time you’d choose a side.
“Why don’t you give in then? You seem like you want this.” Your teasing voice hit Montagues ears.
He didn’t even care that you two were in the public lounge now. He chuckled and smashed his lips to yours. “I’d give in any time.” He said between kisses. His lips were cold yet they kissed you with such hunger.
“You’re the most outstanding woman I've met. To act like you don’t care about the richest man on the map kissing you. Such a little bitch.” He fell back on his chair. Pulling you over with him.
You slung your legs over and sat on his lap.
“Maybe I don’t care.” You teased back, lips back on him. His only response was a quiet moan.
His hands gripped your sides, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. “I know you care, how could you not, beautiful?” He shook his head. His hair shook slightly.
He pulled you back and let his lips hold yours captive.
He kissed with such eagerness. Were you truly this desirable?
Perhaps he was just very horny.
“Mission is a success. Head out now.” Hope's voice echoed in your ear as Montauges tongue explored your mouth.
You ignored the cue to leave. It will be easy. Just get up and walk out. Leaving the man hard and confused.
Though you didn’t want to leave so soon. Or ever for that matter.
“Let me walk you to your room, please.” His eagerness to see you to your room made your heart skip a beat. For him to be a gentleman even after such a hot make out sesh.
You got off his lap and accepted his offer. He gave a flirty smile and headed up the stairs, leading you to your room.
The sound of the door unlocking then quickly shutting was all you heard as your lips were sealed to Montagues again. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, not letting go.
You let him hold you. He was deprived of someone.
He could have all the girls he wanted yet he refused to get too handsy. He would let them please him. Not giving much to them. Not like they cared, they just wanted the money.
You were different.
You made his heart melt.
His nerves flare up.
Your hands running through his hair caused him to be reminded of the boner growing painfully harder in his pants.
“I have known you for only a few hours, yet I want you forever.” His husky words made you think.
You pulled back from him. Looking up at him with a serious face. “Are you serious?” His answer would change your life and reputation forever.
“More serious than I have ever been in my life.” He whispered in your ear. “As long as you aren’t taking me for my money I’d be glad to call you mine.” He kissed your neck as his hot breath tickled your skin.
“I’ll take you for something else if you let me.” You moaned out receiving a chuckle from the man.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He shoved you down on the silky bed. Trench coat being torn off and vest unbuttoned in seconds.
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The way he had worshiped you in bed. Grabbed you in all the right places and made sure you were okay with anything; made you want to be his even more.
You were his woman. The reason he was happy to get up in the morning. Sure he had money and a gift to turn anything to diamonds, but you were the best gift in his life.
He had begged you to stay, bring your club here. He would help you out.
He was so soft around you, yet such an ass hole to everyone else.
Even better.
You never went back to the UnderGround. You never even notified them of your leave.
It must have shocked them all the moment your own Pub was established not too far from Grand Glacier.
Not only that but your club had joined you. Hearing the perks and benefits of this new business deal.
Not only did you own a part of the map, have Montague around your finger, and a biker club decked out in so many weapons the UnderGround would regret losing you, you also had power.
All the Millionaires on the map know you now.
They know their boss doesn’t want his girl to be messed with.
It was only a matter of time before the UnderGround was taken out.
After all, you have picked a side now.
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Summary: Draco catches you pleasuring yourself.
Warning: sexual content
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"Good night, Caddel." Draco says as he enters the room opposite of mine.
I enter the guest room and close the door behind me while still trying to process what he just said.
I change into the clothes Draco gave me before I lay down in bed.
My thoughts start drifting away.
I think about the way he held my waist in the shower.
The way he slightly pulled my hair.
The way his fingers lightly brushed my underboob.
The way his hands ran up and down my thigh.
The thought of him being hard while doing that crashes my mind.
I feel a familiar throbbing feeling between my legs that I only Draco was able to give me currently.
As I think about him, my hand unconsciously wanders down between my legs.
I gasp as I feel wetness coming in touch with my fingers.
I start to rub my clit in a slow pace before starting to speed up.
I try to supress my moans but I fail miserably.
I moan as I think about him taking me in the shower. My face pressed against the wall as he fills me up from behind.
My moans get louder.
"Draco" Slips from my lips as I feel myself getting closer to my climax.
"Yes?"
I freeze.
Draco stands in my door while staring at me.
I take my hand out of the Boxershorts in the speed of light.
"What the hell Draco!-Leave!" I say in a stern voice which I use as a facade in order to hide my embarrassment.
"But you called for me, didn't you?" Draco says while smirking.
My facade crumbles as I grow silent.
"Keep going." He suddenly says.
"What?" I ask not able to process his words.
"Look at me and put your hand down between your legs." Draco says as he closes the door behind him and walks closer to the bed.
"But-"
"Amara. Touch yourself for me."
My hornyness wins the control over me and I obey Dracos words.
I look down as I see my hand wander down my body.
"I said look at me, Amara. I want your eyes on me as you touch yourself. I want you to rub your clit for me."
I start to do so and small whimpers leave my mouth which I try to supress.
"Muffliato." Draco uses his wand to charm the room.
"Don't supress your moans, Amara. I want to hear how good you make yourself feel while looking at me."
He looks down at me as if I'm his prey. I feel myself squirming under his eyes.
"You like that, don't you?-Being watched by me as you get yourself off." Draco says as he looks me up and down.
I feel myself getting closer.
My moans start to get louder.
"Draco...p-please..." I manage to moan out.
"Cum for me, Amara."
I do. I look him in the eyes and I moan out loudly.
This was my first orgasm since I've dated Graham. He doesn't really care about making his partner cum as long as he gets to. He says he's the only one who is allowed to touch me so I was too scared to touch myself as soon as Graham was in the same building as me.
"Such a good little slut,huh?"
"We should do that again sometime. Seems like Graham doesn't do a good job at pleasuring you." Draco says as he leans down, grabs my neck gently and whispers the words near my ear.
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Chapter: stay.
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Not a smut ask but I think it would be really cute if the reader finds out Renfield is sick and takes care of him . And the poor boy is shocked because he always had to hide it with Dracula 😭🥰
author's note: they don't have to be smut asks! and omg i love this idea, sorry it's a bit short
warnings: language
word count: 322 words
"Hey, don't get up from there," you warned, approaching Renfield's bed with a bottle of medicine and a spoon. You turned the label towards yourself, squinting at the dosage.
"Wait, fuck, that's your chloroform. Why is that in the medicine cabinet?"
He murmured out some unintelligible response from the bed, his words muffled against the pillow.
You pulled out the bottle of cough medicine, double-checking the label before returning to him.
"Okay, move your head up."
He rolled over on his back, pale as a sheet. His face was glistening with sweat, his hair damp and mussed up. He'd been running a fever for the past few hours and practically coughing up a lung.
"Why are you doing all this?" he asked hoarsely.
"What do you mean?" You sat down on the edge of his bed, filling the spoon with the recommended dosage of medicine. "You're sick. So I'm taking care of you."
"You don't have to do that."
"I don't, but I want to. Now open your mouth."
Staring at you incredulously, he did as you said. You placed the spoon on his tongue, waiting patiently for him to swallow it.
"Good," you said once he'd finished. You pulled the covers back over him, placing a delicate kiss on his forehead. You felt the searing warmth of his skin against your lips.
"Do you need anything to eat or drink?" you inquired.
"No, I'm okay." He was staring up at you, his eyes totally absorbed in your face.
"What?"
"I can't remember the last time someone took care of me like this," he admitted. "I've always had to hide it around my master."
You swept his hair out of his face. "It's a pity. You deserve to be taken care of."
"Thank you," he said, genuine appreciation in his weak reply.
"You're also so cute when you're sick."
He turned back over, burying his face in the pillow again in indignation.
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Blood of a Servant
Renfield x gn!reader 18+
> kinks: light dom/sub, jk very heavy dom/sub, master/servant, begging, Renfield is a bottom, anal play, fingering male receiving, orgasm denial, etc.
Many thanks to @ashyyslashy for editing and proof reading! Go read their fic rn🔫🔫
Pure smut below the line, warning it’s a lot
Renfield had… messed up.
Why, he should know by now. He has three rules before sundown; One: Always keep their home tidy. Two: Lighting. Vampires may be all knowing, but they cannot see in the dark. Yes, better than a human, but not like a bat.. as some would assume.
And then there’s Number Three. Always have a willing victim. Always have blood.
Tonight, he’d forgotten the most important thing. Rule number Three; His master’s meal. He knew you, he knew you would not be… violent. You were benevolent, unlike Dracula was towards him when he failed at the only job he was strictly tasked to do. But, the disappointment from his new master felt somehow… even worse.
There was a tall tale about a wild pack of wolves in the area, the villagers were scared to go outside after dark. They’d locked themselves up inside, tidy and warm by their fireplaces, burning wood and roasting meat for supper.
What was most annoying was the fact that, as a half vampire, Renfield could enter someone’s home. But the question wasn’t could he enter, rather, would he.
Renfield knew if he broke into a home, stealing someone for his master’s supper, he’d cause more of a panic. And… well… his Master loved this small town. Its people and scenery paired well with your complexion. You did not want to leave. So, Renfield had to be extra careful.
He had a tendency to scare the locals. Being half crazy will do that. Occasionally.
“Renfield? Has the sun set?” Your voice called from beneath a thickly coated coffin.
“Yes, my master. It is safe to come out.”
Upon the sound of stone grinding against stone, Renfield quickly made his way to his master’s engraved holder and easily removed the lid. After shoving the lid away, his master rose from the dark. You stretched your arms out.
Before you could even usher a, “Good night,” Renfield was quick to spill his failures out onto the table.
“I am so sorry, master—you, you see, no one was outside! There are tales of a.. a wolf pack nearby. The villagers were all hiding. I could not fetch one for your feeding… I had to be careful. Master, you like it here and I could not bare with myself if I were the one to make you leave—”
You only stood, stretching your legs as you walked around on the marble floor of the newly taken castle. Renfield was still babbling on, reasons for which he had no blood, all of which caused butterflies to manifest in your stomach. He was sickly. Sickly sweet, to care so much. The fact that he understood that you, his master. appreciated the town, that you cared for its people and only drank from the subdued… you never killed, Renfield seemed pleased.
“Renfield,” You silenced him with a hand, long pointer finger covering his lips in a line. “I have no dinner. That is fine… I can just drink from you.”
At this, Renfield’s eyes widened. “Master… I do not believe… I would not fill you.” You snickered lightly, covering your mouth with a pale hand.
“Oh, Renfield…” You grabbed his face with thin fingers, pushing his jaw upwards, eyes on his throat. “You are correct. It does not fill me. But, you can satiate me come tomorrow. I will not starve with your blood. It is merely a placeholder for the next delivery I receive from you.”
Renfield let out a relieved sigh, before realizing what indeed his master was saying.
“Oh, master,” He closed his eyes tightly, grabbing a fistful of his collar and pulling it down to reveal more pale skin underneath. “I give you my blood. Take as much as you need.” His eyes looked wild, but he closed them as he tilted his head back. He let you take in more of him with your eyes.
“Have I ever told you you have a most beautiful neck?” His eyes opened with surprise at this comment before he felt the prick of fangs enter his skin. The sensation of the bite was enough to have him wince, before it was replaced by some strange, tingly feeling.
He’d only felt this once before. The night that Dracula had bitten him, the night he had become his slave. Though, this felt different. It was not entirely painful. He felt at ease. Perhaps almost… euphoric.
Excitement flooded his veins, eyes rolling back as his master’s tongue darted over the fresh wounds and suckled hungrily. He didn’t realize his pants had grown tight until your thigh slithered between his, pushing him up against the nearest wall.
“M-Master,” He whined quietly. “Please, oh please master…” Their mouth sucked at his skin, drinking up his blood that was dutifully flowing for them and only them. Renfield’s hands found purchase in a black, lace sleep-shirt, pulling at the texture and scrunching it up. Forgetting about the fabric, the two became entangled in their ways.
One enchantingly leeching, the other obsessively whining out pleads and cries of want and need.
“What is it that you need, Renfield?” His Master had spoken between the sucking of his skin, no longer just lapping up the crimson staining his collarbone. You were now leaving bruises, red and purple and blue in this wake of horrid torment.
Renfield had his arms wrapped around your neck, lips spread as a way to speak his master's name with need. “I need.. I need you..” Your thigh twitched against him, causing a long moan to fall from your servant’s lips. “I need release. Please. Can I take them off?” His eyes were too pitiful. You could not, with good conscience, restrain him any longer.
“You’ve been a good pet. Let me.” A hand, previously squeezing Renfield’s thigh, moved to the man’s waist. Unhooking his suspenders, you felt yourself giggle at the silly things. After all these years, he still found suspenders over belts to be the most flattering. “You want to make this hard for you, hm?” Your tongue trailed his throat, unable to restrain your low, guttural sound. “Wearing these strings, confusing my hands of where to go, when all I want is to touch your cock.”
Renfield could only quiver, he could not help the way his body craved his master. He could not contain his feelings, physical pain needing to be relieved by the undoing of his pants. “P-Please, master! I need it. Please, don’t stop. I do not intend on making things harder, please…”
“Hm, what do you need, pet?” A whimper fell from your slave’s lips, feeling as your hand slipped under his trouser’s waistband, holding him in a delicious way.
“Th-that! Oohhh, master—master, please. You know what to do! Do not embarrass me, do not make me say such things!” He whimpered, he cried, desperate to keep his mouth shut. Every small movement against his cock, especially due to him being confined to the fabric of his trousers, sent a wave of embarrassment over him.
It was adorable. The begging he was just not to beg. Though, you were still hungry. Of course, you’d get your fill first. You bit down on Renfield’s throat, harder than before, his cock jerking at the sensation. The pleasing feeling came once again, causing the pathetic man to whine loudly. He felt like a slut, a dirty slut, to be saying such things. To be making such noises.
“I am going to need to hear you say it, Mr. Renfield.” You teased him, reaching further and taking all of him in the palm of your hand. This caused an explicit groan to fall from his lips, halting to a pathetic croak. “I’m going to need to hear what you want me to do.”
“Please touch my cock. Make me cum. Make me cum from your touch and your touch alone! I crave it, I crave you, master! Please! God, help me, please!”
“Oh, my beloved.” They cooed, beginning to stroke his cock up and down. “Yes, good boy. Look at you.” He let out another pathetic whine, happily sighing as he felt he was getting his way. But he was wrong. Closer and closer he felt to his climax, the feeling of his master’s palm enclosing his cock was too good, he felt the buildup too quickly. Pairing that with the feeling of euphoria clouding his thoughts from all the bites, the sucking of his neck, he teetered so close to the edge he almost couldn’t tell he was about to spill any second.
“So good for me. So good for your master… although, you’ve seemed to have gotten one thing wrong.”
Renfield’s eyes widened from their half lidded state, feeling their hand tighten around his cock. That’s it, that’s it! Just, just some more..! He did not care what he’d gotten wrong, he had no idea. All Renfield knew was that you were touching him perfectly.
“Why… there is no God. He’s not going to be able to save you.” Your stroking slowed until your hand retracted from his trousers. He let out a cry, as if wounded, panting desperately in confusion and exhaustion and desperation to cum. Just on the brink, vision painted in black and white.
“No! Master, master no no, no! Please!” Renfield was out of options, he could only cry out and plead, hoping you would take pity on him. “Please finish this! I can’t.. I can’t..!”
Both of your hands grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep and intoxicating kiss. Mainly to shut him up, adorable as he is, you couldn’t listen to his pathetic whining any longer. Tasting his own blood on your tongue caused Renfield to roll his hips, grabbing out with no control. You truly were intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough. You frowned, he was not listening. You must teach him again how to listen.
Then you whistled sharply. Renfield seized, taking back his hands as if he’d been shocked. “But, master… I…”
“Turn around.” His eyes widened once more. Oh, oh benevolent master! He obeyed, turning around to find himself being pushed against an old piano. His neck was still dripping blood, no doubt driving you crazy, but you knew better than to give into the blood lust.
He looked pathetic. You realized… you must give your slave what he needs. Some release, some solace.
“Do what you know how to do, slut.” Renfield moved almost automatically, he unclasped his suspenders and dropped his trousers with the snap of your fingers. Then your fingers, grabbing at his thighs to separate them, touched him softly. The coldness of the piano had Renfield’s cockhead twitching, he softly whimpered in need.
“Please. Please, master, oh please. Make me undone. Finish what you’ve started...” You wet your pointer and middle finger with your tongue and with your other hand, you shoved him closer onto the piano. His face squished hard against the wood as you got down on your knees, and inserted a finger into his hole.
His legs twitched, separating more to the point he looked so pathetic taking your finger so easily. His hands stayed above his head, balling into fists as he struggled against riding back on his master’s fingers.
“Good boy, Renfield. You know better. Let me make you feel perfect, hm? You’ve served me well enough.” Your finger slipped back out, before they slowly inserted back in, two this time. You began thrusting your fingers softly, squelching noises filling the room with the filthy deed. His legs shook, their fingers reaching deep inside.
Then you hit the spot, the spot that made Renfield see stars. Upon finding it, you grinned, running your other hand up his shaking thigh. “That’s it, good boy. Take my fingers like the slut you are. Hmm. Am I touching you just right? Is that why you are shaking like a leaf? Are you gonna cum all over the floor, Mr. Renfield? Are you going to cum with my fingers in your ass?”
“Such dirty words, master.. I—“ He cried out, legs shaking horribly at the feeling of his master touching that one spot again. And your free hand wrapping around and stroking his sensitive cock. Renfield had no idea what he’d done to have you believe such a reward was worthy, but he prayed to a god that didn’t exist that it would happen again.
“Are you close, Renny? Are my fingers touching you so good you can’t stand?” Yes. It was true. All of his weight was being layered into the piano lid, Renfield was unable to keep himself up-right at all.
“Y-Yes master! Ohhh, master. Once, once more—that’s—!”
One more thrust inside one more curl of your fingers, one more stroke to his pink and leaking cock, all had him cumming violently. His legs shook with an intensity, having no control over himself or the way he stood. He might as well have collapsed into himself.
“M-Master! Fuucckk!!” He cried, but the pleasure didn’t stop. His master kept stroking, kept thrusting, kept curling. He felt lost to your touch, entire body shaking from overstimulation when he felt the knot in his belly tie again, all too quickly. “Master please! I can’t take it! I’m, I’m, I—“
He felt his cock twitch again, kicking to spill his seed all over the large, marble floors. He whimpered and cried out to his master, who removed their fingers, yet kept milking his cock for all Renfield was worth.
“Good boy, Renfield. How was that, my meal?”
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I MISS RENFIELD SO MUCH
TEARS 😭
I DESPERATELY NEED MORE RENFIELD CONTENT
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Love Story
summary | renfield falls for the vampire hunter sent to kill his boss
pairing | robert montague renfield x van helsing!fem!reader!
wc | 1.5k
genre | fluff!
warnings! | this is not really proof read yet, but other than that, nothing that i can think of, lol
requested? | yes! i combined two requests the best that i could since they were for the same character and song! i hope that you all enjoy it! and, if you have requested something, i promise that i am getting to them!
authors note | i loved these ideas! keep sending them in for the swift series! And as always, I do I have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind!
You had just landed in New Orleans. Your family is sending you to take out the most notorious vampire known to man, Dracula. Being a Van Helsing, you had trained your whole life for this very moment. You beat out everyone in your family for this opportunity.
Your family had found out where his location was, and sent you immediately. You made your way through the parking lot before being stopped by a voice.
“Miss? May I help you?” Said the voice. You spun around fast to find a young man with brown hair. He seemed to be around your age. You thought that he may be one of two things. He was either lost or another vampire that you would have to kill.
“I’m fine, thanks” You said as you continued forward. You were almost to the door before he jumped in front of you.
“Miss, I don’t think you should go in there.”
“Sir, I have a job to do, If you would please move.”
“As do I, and I truly can not let you though.”
“Then you will have to make me.” You said as you straightened your back to him, and placed your hand on your stake.
“Miss, I can assure you that you would rather not.” He said. The moment he looked away, you took your chance and in one punch knocked him out.
You felt something was up once you got a better look at him. Yes he could pass as a vampire, but with his mouth slightly open, you could tell there were no fangs. You decided to take him back to your hotel room and get some answers.
Renfield wakes up, dizzy at first and then he notices the woman holding a crossbow of stakes at his head “Woah! Woah! Miss, I’m not one of them! I swear!”
“Then who the hell are you?” You ask, not lowering your weapon
“I’m Robert Montague Renfield” He answers. “Please lower your weapon.”
“Renfield? The Renfield? That's not possible, you should be over 100 by now.” You said while lowering your weapon some.
“I promise I’m not lying, why else would I have been there?” He says. You stare at him for a moment. He seems like he is telling the truth. “I’ll prove it, feed me a bug and my eyes will turn yellow.”
“If I feed you one of these and you attack me, I can guarantee that you will be dead within a second. You hear me?” He nods, and you pick up his tin, and feed him one. You watch as his eyes do change to yellow, and he breaks his ropes.
“See?” He says as he rubs his wrist.
“Why am I not dead?” You ask as you head to the fridge, leaving him confused.
“I beg your pardon?” He asks, following you, confused.
“You kill anyone that comes for Dracula, so why am I still alive.” You watch as he frowns, as you sip your soda.
“Please, do not remind me, I hate myself for it.” This shocks you as you stare at him.
“What do you mean, don’t you do it on your own free will?” You ask, sitting down at your table.
“Of course not.” He says while he sits across from you.
“You mean to tell me that you don’t do this because you want to protect Dracula? You say, offering him a soda as you do.
“I don’t….not anymore at least, if I could get out, I would, he just won’t let me go.” He says while looking down.
“Wait, you are bound to him?” You ask. You had always heard the stories of Renfield tearing over vampire hunters to shreds, it just does not make sense to you.
“Yes, I am. I do want to be but he will not let me leave.”
“Alright, I will help you, as long as you help me.” You say as you stand from the table.
“Wait- What do you mean, you will help me?” He asks while standing too.
“I need to kill your boss. Help me do so, and we both will get what we want.”
“You would do that for me?” He asked, his eyes full of hope, while making your heart swell.
“It would be cruel of me not to.” You say as you smile.
Over the next few weeks, you and Renfield meet up every day while trying to come up with plans on how to get rid of Dracula.
You walk into your hotel room the next day waiting for Renfield, only to find Dracula sitting at my table.
“So this is the woman that plagues Renfields mind?” He says as you put your crossbow of stakes down onto the counter. “Allow me to introduce myself”
“I already know who you are.” You say as you say while staying far enough away so you could attack if needed.
“Then introduce yourself to me, I would love to put a name with the face that he always thinks about” He said, like he was not asking.
“My name is (Y/n) Van Helsing” You said with a smirk. You knew he would know the name.
“Ugh, are they still making those?” He said while standing, “Why have you Van Helsings never stopped, Do you know how many of your kind I have killed?”
“Why are you here?” You asked while taking a slight step closer to him. “Are you gonna kill me?”
“I should, and perhaps I will.” He said, and in a flash he grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall. “Maybe I will take pity on you? Kill you quicker than your ancestors”
He is taken aback by the laughter that comes from you next. “Why are you laughing? Is this some kind of joke to you? Losing your life?”
“You won’t, can’t kill me.” You say in a laugh
“And why is that?” He asked, getting closer to intimidate you.
“You know why, If you kill me, Renfield will find out, and blame you, and then you will never be able to control him again.” You say as you jerk his hand off of your throat.
“Stay away from Renfield, are we clear?” He said while making his way for the door, he left before he could hear your answer.
When Renfield came by later that day to see the marks on your neck from his hand, he was done, and he was ready to get rid of Dracula as fast as he could.
It was a month later when Renfield and you finally had killed Dracula, you were in your hotel packing up to go home when there was a knock at your door, when you opened the door, you found Renfield standing in front of you.
“I just wanted to see you one last time before you left, Miss Van Helsing” He said with a sad smile on his face.
“How many more times do I have to tell you to just call me (Y/n)” You said while inviting him in.
“Would you like some help?” He asked while taking a look around the place, noticing that it had become plain again.
“No thank you, You know I was just starting to get comfortable here in New Orleans.” You say with a sigh.
Renfield grabs her hand while she is packing “Please don’t go” he says in a small voice.
“Renfield I-” You look up and his eyes are already looking into yours.
He leans in and kisses you while he places a hand on your face gently. The kiss is gentle, and nervous, but full of need. When Renfield pulls away he immediately starts apologizing. “I am so sorry-” But before he could finish you pulled him back in, taking the air out of his lungs.
“You really want me to stay?” you say as you two pull away from each other.
“Yes,” He says out of breath.
“I will have to think about it” You say to him. Knowing that with your job, you will have to talk to your family about this first.
Renfield was starting to lose hope that you would return. It had been months since he heard from you last. A knock at his door took him out of his misery, especially when he opened the door to see one special vampire hunter standing there.
“Surprise” you say while pulling him in for a hug. You had to make some arrangements before you came back, but once you did, your family set you up with your own house in New Orleans for you to move into.
Renfield hugged you as tight as he could. “I am so happy you came back.” He mumbled into your neck.
“Well, I came back because I wanted to go out with a certain ex-slave of Draculas, any idea on who that could be?” You said with a smirk, teasing him.
“I have no idea, Will you tell me more about him?” He said as he pulled away to look at you.
“I will over dinner, how does that sound?” You say while looking up into his eyes while smiling.
“That sounds absolutely wonderful.” He says while pulling you into his apartment, and shuts the door
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