Imagine:Cuddling With Phasma During Her Shift.

Imagine: Cuddling with Phasma during her shift.

-Many years ago, on the Parnassos-

"Why aren't you asleep yet, hmm?" Phasma asked as she looked at you with raised brow. She was sitting on the ground. 

"You know I hate sleeping alone, besides, it’s cold when I sleep alone," you addmited openly. 

"You good know I can't join you now. I have my shift when it comes to guarding," she muttered. 

"Yea, I know. That's why I am here," you smiled softly. "It's cold, you know?" 

Phasma was sitting quietly for a moment, then opened her cape for you and you smirked, quicky slipping under it, letting out a quiet sigh and nuzzling into her side. 

"You know you can't stay here for whole night?" She asked and moved her hand through your hair. 

"Sure I can. I have nice, warm, cozy place and I am safe here, with you,” you replied quietly as a smirk started to fading out of your lips. 

Phasma shook her head. "No. You are not gonna stay here. You need to rest so you could be useful tomorrow, also I want you to stay away no matter what happens. I want you to be safe,” she explained and kissed your forehead, what was really rare for her. 

You purred happily and nodded. "Okay, the kiss has convinced me to your words. Just please, promise me that you will come back to me at morning." Phasma nodded. "I promise you this, Y/N." You kissed her, gently stroking her cheek. "I will be waiting. See you at morning." After these words, you left her alone. You hated lonely nights but well... It was always worth to wait for Phasma.

AUTHOR: Cass

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His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident  

Warnings: None.

Words: 1327

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Cass & Toro

You loved your job. Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.

Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: 'I am not going back to him.'

Stephen Strange wasn't the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst - a mix of his arrogance and anger.

Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange's room and someone in his condition couldn't just stay alone.

You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.

You entered room slowly. "Stephen?"

He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. "What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you've come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!" Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.

You sighed deeply and shook your head gently. "I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this."

You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.

Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.

You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides. "Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what's the best for you," you said moving closer to his bed. "Come on, show me your hands," you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.

Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side. "Fuck off," he only hissed. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone to feel sorry about me. I'll be fine by my own. If they wouldn't have done that to me, it wouldn't be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life."

"Stephen... I don't do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away."

You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.

"I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal."

"Time to heal, huh?!" Stephen turned his head to face you. "Do you hear your own words?! They've destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they're sending someone like you," he threw you a disdainful glance. "Pathetic."

You shook your head and got up. "You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!" You growled. "You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later," you simply informed him and then left.

Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.

He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.

You were absolutely right. If he wouldn't be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn't be where he was then.

However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.

You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.

You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won't be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.

During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.

When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes. "I don't want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone."

"Yes, yes. But you know what? I don't care, just like you," you said and smiled at him holding a tray. "It's dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat," you put the tray on his bedside table.

"And how do you imagine this, huh?" He snorted. "How can I eat with those?" man pointed at his bandaged palms. "I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling," Strange growled.

You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself. "I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It's not really a problem," you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.

"To you it may not be a problem but to me it's a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels," man summed up angrily. "Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole."

"Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don't care. Sure I do," you rubbed bridge of your nose. "I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can't act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you."

Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn't protest. He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.

You smiled at him as soon as you finished.

You got up and went to wash your hands. "You see! It wasn't that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands."

He did without complaining. "And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that's the truth," he clenched teeth.

"I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not," you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.

You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.

"They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?" You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.

"Do whatever you have to," Strange sighed out loudly. "Besides, I thought you're an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny," his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.

You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms. "Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you," you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. "I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?"

He tilted his head slightly. "No. Tell me."

"I think you still have beautiful hands," you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. "If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it's gonna be better."

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That’s How I Like You The Most || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You constantly have nightmares about Winter Soldier. One night, when no heater is working and you wake up covered in sweat, Steve Rogers is the one to cheer you up.

Warnings: none

Words: 1306

Author: Rouge

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 12. Cold Night, No Heater || Quote: 7. “It’s fucking freezing” || items: 14. Blankets

An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you were thrashing in yoursleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of your nightmare still clung to your mind, haunting you. You had no trouble imagining Winter Soldier lurking in the murky darkness of your room.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. You let out a frightened cry and buried the face into your pillow. Even your breaths trembled. You swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room.

Second later, the door was opened and familiar voice echoed from its walls.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked few times, adjusting your eyes to sudden brightness. You saw Steve peeking into your room, a dismal expression on his face.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare…,” you whispered, rubbing your temples. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Steve smiled, yet he was pale still. “You were screaming. I got pretty worried about you,” Steve cleared up sadly.

You nodded slightly, wrapping sheets tighter around you. “Bruh, it’s cold again, and Tony promised me to fix my radiator,” you said, looking sadly at Steve. “And now this nightmare, I am done, I can’t rest properly since few days,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper.

Steve tilted his head gently, chucking. “Don’t count on it, Y/N. Tony’s busy, almost always. Heater doesn’t work in my room either. Maybe, if you would like, you could come to me,” Rogers suggested, a little grin crept onto his lips.

You blushed, turning your head aside. “I don’t know if I should…,” you stated softly but your body demonstrated what he needed, you shivered as cold thrill ran along your spine.

Steve chuckled. “Come on, yesterday I received a brand new blanket, we could try it,” he cocked his brow.

You blushed even harder, was Captain America himself trying to hit on you? You nodded but before you got up from your bed, you gave him a glance. “Can you, like, I have to get dressed…,” you grinned at him, “You can wait for me near the lifts,” you suggested, hoping he will obey.

Steve consented, and with a huge smile, he closed the door of your room.

It was when you let a withhold breath out. Captain America. Steve Rogers. You couldn’t wish anything more.

You quickly roamed through your wardrobe to pick black, fitted leggins and white tank top.

Within five minutes you joined him on the corridor, rubbing your shoulders. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” you summed up.

Steve agreed with you as he pressed the button to call an elevator. His steel blue eyes measured your figure, from the bottom to the top, he couldn’t help but smirked at you.

When you both entered  the elevator, he pressed button signed “5”, it was the floor where his chamber was located.

“You look gorgeous, you know, Y/N?,” he askedcasually, his eyes were still on you.

You pressed your back to the wall of the elevator and pretended you were focused on numbers that were changing on the display.

“Thanks,” you said softly, glaring up at him for a second.

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The room was uncomfortably large. The floor was polished concrete, the walls white. There was room in here for dozens of people. It was a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. The soft jazz was just audible as background noise.

“Wow… Scandinavian furniture… I didn’t expect something like this…,” you covered your mouth with palm, admiring the sight.

“Why not? I am not that old, Y/N, and trust me, I like to surround myself with a good quality,” Rogers whispered right in your ear from behind.

You didn’t even notice when his hands were wrapped around your waist tightly, you only hummed at the unexpected touch of his large palms and muscular chest nuzzling to your back. “Come on, it’s cold here, as I mentioned before my heater isn’t working, too,” Steve said, “Follow me, Y/N. It should be better in bed, I bet the blanket is still warm.”

He grabbed your palm and pulled you to his bed. As soon as you sat on a soft mattress, Steve joined you, wrapping woolen blanket around both of you.

“Mmmm, it’s so soft, and warm,” you purred, leaning your back against Steve’s chest. “Much better. I just hope Tony will finally do something with heating or we will freeze to death.”

You heard him laugh, his voice made your heart skipped a beat. You closed your eyes, trying to warm yourself up.

“Will you tell me about that nightmare, Y/N?,” Steve asked suddenly, his voice sounded gently. You found it so cute of him that he always was trying to figure out your problems. Steve was particularly the only person from the entire team that you got along so well with.

“Winter Soldier,” you responded simply, “I dreamt about him chasing me, again,” you sighed deeply.

“Shush, Y/N,” he said in that strong voice of his, “S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him soon, I guess,” he ensured.

“Maybe, but what will happen if they won’t?,” you turned your head to face him.

“Then I’ll make sure you’re safe, just like the others,” he cupped your face with his palms, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “There’s nothing you should be worry about for now. Everything’s okay, Y/N, trust me.”

You nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do,” you stated, “I always do.”

You nuzzled to his warm body, humming softly under your breath. Oh, he was so warm!

In the darkness of his room your cuddles were felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to Steve for longer, safe in his strong embrace. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you've never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart, soul, mind. In his embrace you started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear, that all there was, was sunshine, beautiful trees and only good things to happen.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?,” you asked suddenly, opening your eyes and stretching a bit in his arms.

“Yes,” Rogers looked you right in the eye, he was visibly interested.

“Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. I feel so safe when you’re around.”

You put both hands on his chest, supporting yourself, and you leant to him to place a warm, needy kiss to his beautiful, full lips.

Firstly, you were afraid he will push you away but nothing like this happened. Instead, his muscular arms were wrapped around you and second later, Steve was pulling you as closer as he only could. He deepen the kiss, your tongues were dancing together for a short while before you had to pull to take a breath.

You panted, trying to calm your heartbeat. You looked at Steve and he was only smiling at you, a little blush on his cheeks made him look like an embarrassed teenager. You only smirked at him and put head to his chest, listening to his heart.

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around two of you to make you feel comfortable.

“You’re a good kisser,” he praised with a grin, and you felt like a blush spread against your face.

You grabbed the hem of blanket and pulled it onto your head. “Bye, I’m gonna hide, you’re making me blush, Steve!”

He laughed warmly. “And that’s how I like you the most,” Steve purred.

The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

*****************

It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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Imagine: Cuddling with Poe Requested by: @hail-kylo-ren  

“You know what? I love to cuddle with you,” Poe said quietly, nuzzling to your shoulder.“You smell so go, you are warm and soft. I wish I could hug you for every minute of my life.”

You smiled and stroked his hair.“I know this. Same goes to you.”

Poe wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, pulling you even closer, then he looked at you.“Do you know that you are beautiful?” He asked.

“I know this. You tell me this every day,” you said, stroking his cheek.

“Still not enough,” Poe sighed and nuzzled to your hair.

“Get to a room you two!” Snap muttered.

“Yea. We are really glad you two get along SO WELL but please, not in de middle of canteen during the dinner. I don’t want to get diabetes,” Jessica added.

You giggled and blushed deeply, patting Poe’s shoulder.“Poe… They are right. This isn’t a right place..”

He lazily moved his head away from your shoulder and nodded. “Well. So let’s go somewhere else!”

He picked you up and walked away with you in his arms.

AUTHOR: Cass

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Double Dare || James Delaney

Summary: You're a thief. One evening you meet a very mysterious man. You find out it's James Delaney. He has a use for your skills. You agree, making partners in crime from both of you.

Warnings: None

Words: 4997

Authors: Cass & Rouge

James walked through dark alleys, looking around carefully. He had to be careful in there, this place was full of thieves and others scums. He would never end up in such a place without a REAL reason but this time he had one. James already spent a few hours looking for a thief that, as he heard, was a really good at the job.

A few days ago James has gotten a letter with an invitation to a fancy party. Why he got it? Even he didn't know the real reason but this was a perfect opportunity for him to put his hands on important reports.

Delaney wasn't a fool, he couldn't get them by himself, no matter how much he wanted to. He needed someone with an innocent look, someone who will look harmless on the outside, someone who will be clever and effective. That's how he ended up in this bloody alley, looking for a woman called "Y/N", not even being sure if this was her real name.

"Do you need something?" some sweet voice asked, hiding in a shadow of nearest building. You slowly get into a light of high-set moon.

You were a beautiful woman, but only on the outside. You were highly practiced at seduction. With your innocent looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm anyone, right? Mostly you just let men feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. It was only seconds before your new target was jumping through hoops to please you. Your face and some cleavage could get you anything and anyone.

James looked at you emotionless, he didn't care how you really looked or what you offered. He was above simple temptations like your face or your cleavage, He only needed your skills.

James studied your face for a moment before speaking. "I look for a woman, I heard her name is Y/N, and that she is highly skilled in what she does. I could have well-paid use for her abilities," his voice was firm and as official as it only could be, at some moments it sounded like a deep growl. "Maybe you know where I can find her? I think she wouldn't turn down such an interesting offer like mine."

"How much you'll pay?" you asked simply, walking closer to him, a swing in your hips. You put hand onto his shoulder as you slowly rounded him, observing carefully. "Such a strong man like you wouldn't have a problem with doing some certain things by his own," you summed up. "Let's say you're lucky enough to be talking to a right person already."

"I am really glad to hear this," James watched you carefully, scanning your body, your hair, the tiniest part of you.

"I need someone who is beautiful, who is adroit, someone who can enter and leave without marks after themselves," James explained briefly. "I am ready to pay a huge  amount of money, you will be able to get yourself a nice place to stay or drink yourself to death. Whatever suits you, all I want you to do is to go to a party with me,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest, you could clearly feel stuff he was keeping under his coat and these weren't nice toys. "I need a good thief and I believe that someone like you won't let such an occasion to disappear," James muttered deeply into your ear. He was aiming into your pride and maybe your fear, all he knew was that right then, from the side, you two looked like a couple that was simply flirting in public.

You bit your lower lip, sucking it into your mouth for a brief moment. You could easily feel at least two types of knives under his heavy coat, that man was still an enigma to you.

You smiled at him, your brow cocked as you slowly turned around, pressing your back to his strong torso and casually playing with lock of your hair.

"Well. So you need me to go at the party with you, huh?" you asked, chuckling slightly. "And you'll pay me for this? Well, I would be an idiot if I'd refuse to help you, sir," you tilted head to look up at him.

James played along with you, right now he didn't need any attention from smaller thieves or whores that were casually walking around this fucking place. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist. "I will pay you for a party and for a dress, as long as you’re gonna promise me that you will do whatever I tell you. I will have a really good use for your little sticky hands,” he said lowly.

He hated this situation, but he had to play along. Oh, how much he hated this feeling of your body pressed to his but there was no other way. James turned you around and looked at you. "When you will be sure, you will have to find me. I am sure you know where Delaney's house is. You will find me there, better be quick with your confirmation," he informed you and then simply walked away, not even looking behind himself once.

You crossed arms over your chest, smiling viciously, still cocking brow at the gentleman.

You already made up your mind, but didn't want to be taken as desperate.

You needed some coins at that times, though you were almost done with your previous life.

Yet, you thought it won't be a harm if you'll take his offer, it'd be your last work.

Two days have passed. Sun sank lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colors subdued in the fading light, the day winding down, first star in the night sky, short June darkness, air became cooler, the sweet evening landscape. Twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light.

You figured out a second entrance to Delaney's house oh so easily.

As you found yourself in the place, you noticed no one was home. You decided to wait downstairs, lurking through the kitchen in an attempt to find some alcohol.

"You really had to be raised in the gutter or slums that you don't know what doors are," deep, gruff voice was followed by a clock of a gun that right now was pointed at your head.

"I clearly said to come and see me, not to break into my house and snoop around my fucking kitchen. If you weren't so necessary to me, my servant would have some additional cleanups to make," James growled walking closer to you. This situation would be much more intimidating if not the fact that James was almost naked, not counting the long, old shirt that was covering his chest and crotch.

The inked skin of his hips was clearly visible now, his gaze was full of anger. "I could hear you up in the attic, are you really worth my money?"

You swallowed hardly, he got you out of sudden. You raised your hands up and slowly turned to him. As you did, you blushed deeply. Your eyes slipped along his features, oh, he's a very handsome block, you had to admit it.

"I'm sorry, my bad," you said in a deep voice. "Now, stop pointing your gun at me, are we good?" you slowly lowered your hands. "Well, you have a nice house though," you looked around. "Unlike a gate of wood that was common to the neighborhood, your is fashioned from black iron. That means you are truly a reach guy."

After a brief second, you slowly walked to a counter and jumped on it, crossing legs.

You were wearing black, leather pants and heavy combat boots, fitted black shirt with long sleeves and a black coat. Every piece of your outfit was emphasizing your body advantages.

James sighed deeply and put the gun away. "Are you here to tell me that you agreed with my plan or you came here to kill and rob me? It’s not gonna work for sure,” he crossed arms in front of his cheat, watching your body.

It was perfect, yet nothing special to fulfill any of his desires. There was only one body capable of that and your couldn't be even compared to it.

"You will need dress," he muttered and turned around, pointing on a small couch. "You can sleep on here. Try to not scare Brace at morning, I don't want him to get a heart attack. We will talk tomorrow,” James summed up before slowly walking up the stairs.

You watched him left the room. And as soon as he did, you slipped off the counter and simply undressed yourself, to your lacy underwear.

The old couch didn't look very welcoming, yet it was still a better place to spend time through the night than your previous one.

You simply laid down, looking at stains on the ceiling.

He returned to his empty room, it was too empty.

James sat in front of his fireplace and looked deep into the fire.

He good knew what he needed, he needed her.

He needed her in his arms. His sweet littlesister pressed close to his chest, moving in perfect sync with him, moaning and whimpering his name like a prayer. Zilpha's body was burned in his mind, he remembered every little detail of it, ever little touch she ever lied on him. Oh, how much he wanted to get to her again, just to make her feel the fire burning his mind and soul.

James didn't even notice when he started to murmur and whisper old, ancient words.

Brace stepped into James' room without knocking, when the sun was still beneath horizon. "Mr Delaney, I'm sorry to interrupt, yet someone's in the living room," he said, poking James' shoulder.

James growled loudly at unwanted contact that early in the morning. He raised his head and looked at Brace with a slight frown. "She is the thief I told you about yesterday. I found her in the alley you told me about," he said and slowly sat up, rubbing his face before stretching his back.

James muttered as all knots in his muscles popped loudly. "I will do just as I told you during our talk. She will go with me, get to the office and borrow those reports for me."

Brace blinked few times. "I thought you were joking, sir. When we were talking, you were barely sober," older man said. "Are you sure we can trust her?"

"I wasn't that drunk, I knew what I was saying," James said, getting up from his bed. "As long as I pay her, she will be a good girl. She is like every woman in this dammed city, she has her price. Her skills will be enough for me, you will know how much I need those reports, and look at her. Who would think that such a lady could do anything bad?"

"I would," Brace shrugged. "Anyone seen with you is a potential scum from a margin, sir," Brace explained.

Meantime, you got up, you couldn't sleep in that place. You lurked through all the cabinets in the kitchen and how glad you've became as soon as you found a box with coffee.

In few minutes, James and Brace were downstairs. Now, James was fully dressed and his eyes were already on you.

"You little whore," man growled as he walked to you and grabbed your hand tightly. "I think I already told you something about this? I thought that we’re clear about things," James pulled you aside and looked deep into your eyes. "Listen to me now. From today, you work for me, you have to do whatever I say. If not, your friends will find your headless body on the other side of the town, do you understand me?!"

"Christ, it's only a coffee," you shrugged slightly and nodded. "Yes. Clear to me. I get all of this. But first, money."

"Coffee from MY house. Touch my stuff one more time and you will be known as a one-handed thief," he warned you. "Do you really think I am that stupid?," he grabbed your cheeks tightly into his palm. "Listen to me now, first you will do the job. When I see that you are worth my money then you’re gonna get it. I won't pay to watch you fail. You better get ready to leave," James informed you before walking away back to Brace.

You observed him. Then you quickly got dressed.

Brace led James to the garden, James' horse was already ready to way. "Aren't you too harsh for her? She seems like a teenager still," Brace asked slightly. "So, where are you going with her."

"I don't care who she is, Brace," James answered, pulling on his black gloves, leather was nicely hugging the skin on his hands, letting out a satisfying squeaks every time he moved his fingers. "All I care about is getting those reports into my hands. She has to do the job, that's the only reason she is even near me."

He mounted his horse and waited at you. "I need to dress her up. I may be a scandalous man but I can't show up on such a party with a scum wrapped in tight leather."

You joined men within few minutes. "Ready," you stated, looking up at James.

Something in that man was pushing you closer to him, yet him being an asshole kept the huge distance between two of you.

James didn't say anything, he offered you his hand to help you climb onto the white horse.

As soon as you were sitting behind him, he nudged horse's sides, forcing it to move.

Visit at tailor wasn't anything special. James didn't help you pick a dress, he just was there to pay for it. He wasn't even interested when you tried to make him look at you. The ride home was just as quiet as ride to the tailor. Why would he even speak to you, you were a simple tool in his hands. Nothing more, nothing less.

At the evening, James walked to you, dressed more formally. He looked much more different than in his everyday clothes. "I hope you are getting ready," he said coldly, looking down on you.

"I'm already done," you replied.

You were brushing your hair that was pinned up in a bun. The dress you picked was simple and long, in a dark shade of cobalt.

You looked back at him, he seemed very classy in the tuxedo.

"I need more details," you said when you left the house. "What am I supposed to look for?"

"Inside the building there will be an office. There will be a cabinet, inside you will find some documents. You will bring them to me," Delaney explained and looked at you with a frown. "Just don't be stupid enough to go there immediately. You have to blend at first and if you fuck up anything. I don't know you, so better watch yourself. Do you understand me, girl?"

You shrugged, eventually didn't reply to him.

In the building was a huge crowd. Some people were dancing to the tones played by orchestra, some others were playing cards and drinking expensive alcohols.

As soon as two of you stepped in, you even spotted few whores you kinda knew as they worked on your street.

James wrapped his arm around your waist to show everyone that you were with him, not like he cared about this but it was part of the plan. This place was rotten, full of fancy lords and ladies. Everyone wrapped in those fancy clothes, laughing, drinking, dancing. It wasn't his world but he had to stay there till you would finish your task properly.

He watched you trying to blend in with others, until with a corner of his eyes he noticed familiar face. Two to be exact but only one of them was really important to him. "Zilpha…," James muttered as he was standing right next to you.

You tensed under his firm touch. Oh, how much you've wanted to nuzzle to him. Yet you knew he would of kill you as soon as you would leave the building.

Only his deep voice pulled you out of thoughts. You moved your glance over people and stopped it at rather tall woman dressed all in black.

You knew her, just like everyone did. It was Zilpha Geary, half-sister of James, yet something odd was laying its shadow between these two.

His hand left your waist and soon, he was walking into her direction. James wanted to get her so much.

James walked with his cold gaze on her, his footsteps were heavy and certain.

Zilpha's face went blank as soon as she saw James coming into her way. The walking nightmare. The nightmare that was paralyzing her but at the same time she needed him. "You really don't have a better place to visit?," she asked coldly but couldn't keep the string of fear and excitement off of her voice.

"And what about you, ma'am?," you heard a drunken voice right behind your back. When you turned around, you saw Mr Thorne Geary, Zilpha's husband.

As you task was to blend into the crowd, you bowed you head. "I'm plus one of Mr Delaney," you explained.

Man studied your features, his heavy, disgusting breath hit your cheeks.

James wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked to you, and he looked at Zilpha, pulling you closer into his side. "I would like to say, more than plus one, right, sweetheart?," he looked at you with a fake, soft smile. His eyes still were cold with a hint of hate in them. It was an act, he wanted to make her jealous.

"Oh... Really?," Zilpha asked swallowing heavily. "I wonder when you found such a poor mouse to keep as your new toy," she said, trying her best to keep nerves on right level but seeing HIM with another woman simply ripped her  soul and heart apart.

The disgust was building in your guts. His fake attention hurt you to the brim, yet you kept straight face, putting on the sweetest of sweet smiles.

"My name's Y/N," you bowed head to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Geary."

Her husband kept his glance on you like he would try to dig into your soul. He slightly licked his lips. "So, James, I am as curious as Zilpha of where did you find such a beautiful treasure?"

"Brace needed help. So I found it, in the form of this little creature,” he explained.

Zilpha looked at you with clear hate in her eyes, she looked at you like on the dirty animal. Oh, she couldn't stand that HE suddenly found someone like you.Young and beautiful. "Well, I hope you two will be happy and that you will finally leave me alone,” she said with a voice full of anger.

Knowing the storm was coming, you gently excused all three of them, pretending you need some fresh air.

But as you reached the main hall, you quickly turned to stairs leading at the upper level. You checked twice if no one has spotted you and when you were sure, you walked along them.

You roamed through at least two rooms until you had finally gotten to the right one.

As fast as you could, you checked all of the documents that were laying on the desk and in the cabinets.

You found a large folder stained with coffee and the stamp "to burn" on top of it.

"There you are...," you muttered, slipping documents under hem of your coat that you were casually wearing on shoulders.

But when you walked at the door and opened them, you freeze. Mr Geary was standing right in front of you with a wry smile on his red face. "Well, well, we meet again, little whore," he said, pushing you back in the room and closing door behind him.

In the meantime, James was talking to Zilpha, he was holding her close, filling her head with all his sinful fantasies.

Did he care about you now? No, he didn't, all he cared about was getting those bloody reports into his hands. His plan was simple, get what he needed and leave you on ice.

Thorne forced you to sit at the fancy couch on the office. "What are you hiding, sweet whore?," he asked, licking his lips.

"Nothing. I just lost getting to bathroom," you lied quickly.

"You got lost, how interesting. Listen to me now, I know James Delaney would never look at someone like you if he wouldn't have a serious reason," man approached you and touched your cheek. You turned head away with disgust.

With his every word he could see Zilpha's body shivering. Oh, how he loved do this to her, fill her head with all those simple visions of what could HE do to her.

James would keep doing this if not familiar faces he noticed with a corner of his eye. He knew these two man that just went upstairs. Thorne's friends, just as nasty and scummy like he. "I will be back," Delaneymuttered to his sister and walked away to get upstairs.

He had to make sure you will keep your mouth shut about your common business. James walked upstairs and quickly found right office. He opened the door and looked inside. "What's going on here?" he asked.

At that point you were pinned to the wall by one of Thorne's friends. His hand was on your inner thigh, while other one was keeping the huge knife against your neck.

The documents you've found was laying on the floor in a messy pile.

Thorne was sitting on the couch, gulping from bottle of wine, looking with lust at your almost exposed features.

"Fuck off, Delaney, we're busy," he said.

"It's hard, taking fact you are hurting my lady," he muttered. "I would advise you to move away from her. I understand you are jealous that I found myself someone like her while you only get my sister but this isn't a good way of getting to know her better. Plus... I don't want to hurt any of you," James explained shortly, licking his lips.

Thorne laughed shortly. "I thought you still have a thing to MY wife, Delaney. But seeing you with that young cunt made me sure you're even more delusional than I thought."

His friend lightly cut the skin on your neck, that left you with a moan of pain.

"Tell me, Y/N, what was your purpose of coming here tonight?," Thorne asked coldly.

"Nothing," you replied.

"Liar!," his friend hit you that hard that you fell on the floor, holding on your cheek.

"This is enough, Thorne,” James growled as he picked you up from the floor, his arm wrapped tightly around you in protective way. "I am delusional? You are the one that walk around and attackthe innocent woman for getting lost. I am sure my sister wouldn't be pleased," James said, looking down at you. He was laying all along, but he was doing a great job. His tone was strong and firm, showing no emotions. "I will make sure that host of this party will know who has he invited here."

Instinctively, you nuzzled to him, you couldn't take control over shivers running along your body.

His hug was making you feel safe, you enjoyed it for a brief moment before he pulled you outside.

As you walked out of the building, you grabbed his palm.

"Mr Delaney...,"

He yanked his hand out of your grasp. "What do you want?," he asked and looked at you over his shoulder. His gaze just as his voice was full of anger and disappointment.

He turned around, he was towering you. "You said you are the best. You said you will get the documents," Delaney growled loudly.

You lowered your head. You reached beneath your dress and pulled a huge envelope. You simply handled it to him. "I think we're done," you whispered shakily, then you turned around and walked away, moving in the direction of mansion gate.

"I underestimated you, Y/N. In that case... Well done," James summed before grabbing your arm and stopping you. Right now his voice was calm and quiet,still gruff but much more nicer. "You aren't going anyway in that state during night, in such a fancy dress. I know you can handle yourself but you will get yourself killed. Come," he gestured you to follow him.

James walked with you to his horse. He mounted the horse and then pulled you up. This time he set you in front of himself, wrapping one arm around your waist when other was holding the reins tightly. He took you back to his house. "Brace?!," James called as the horse stopped.

You didn't want to accompany him. Yet, you rather had no choice.

As you got to his mansion, you simply got off the horse and waited at him politely.

"You... BOTH are back?," Brace opened main door for you.

As James let you first in and he stepped in as second one, servant leant to him. "I thought you'll leave her for those hyenas, sir."

"I am a bad man, Brace, but I’m not gonna let anyone else hurt an innocent woman," James said, taking off his coat and hat. "Could you check her for me? She had not so nice meeting with Thorne and his mates. Give her something to eat. I will go upstairs and get room ready for her," he summed up. "After tonight? She deserved all of this,”James looked at you and then went upstairs.

You sat and waited patiently for Brace to patch wound on your neck.

He was watching you carefully, slowly undressing you.

You didn't hesitate since Brace was no one to you. But you crossed your legs as soon as he helped you take the dress off, revealing some bruises on your inner thighs.

Brace threw you a glance but didn't comment anything.

He handled you a fresh shirt, too large for you, yet comfortable.

Then he led you upstairs.

James was waiting there at you. "I am glad you didn't ran away," he hummed, you could feel a bit of humor in his voice. "Room is ready for you, it's warm and as cozy as it only can be. How's she, Brace?"

"Seems to be okay but she's scared and mope. I patched wound on her neck but she didn't let me touch her legs that are covered in bruises," Brace explained, looking deeply into James' eyes.

Without any sound you took a place on the bed, a bit away from James.

James only nodded and looked at you. Did he just get kinda worried about you? About such a woman? That was something new to him.

Somehow he really appreciated your work. You got what he needed, you didn't tell anyone your real purpose of coming to that party. It was highly impressive, he never thought that woman your age was capable of something like this.

"How do you feel?," James asked, sitting on bed close to you.

Brace smiled sadly at you and left, closing the door behind him.

"Fine," you replied simply. "I wanna get back home tomorrow," you stated. "You could of warned me that husband of your lover is a freaking psycho and rapist," you growled. "What was so important in these documents?"

"I had no idea they will be there. If I would, I would never put you on unnecessary danger but I need to say, I am impressed. Your skills are bigger than I ever expected,” he said. "Would you be interested in some more? Stabile work than just lurking on men with money walking through your alley?," James asked, looking at you closely.

"No," you shook your head. "I don't want anything. All I need is get back home, to my life. It was last time. I will never do anything like this again," you said. "Will you kill me now? I know too much, huh."

He let out a short dark laugh. "If I would plan such a thing, I would never bother bringing you back here, giving you my bed," James said softly. "That's why I ask you. I can pay you and give you roof over your head. Safe place to stay, away from scums of streets. You will get whatever you want as long as you will stay by my side," man offered. "Thank to your little hands I got important documents that will help me fill my goals."

"What was in them?," you asked again.

And when his words got clearly to you, you blushed and looked around. His bed meant the room you were in was his bedroom.

You looked back at him. "What shall I be doing for you to provide all of these to myself?"

"Important reports. Something that will help me a lot,” he watched your confusion with amusement. For him, it was so stupid that you were blushing on his every action. "I could have use for someone like you. Be my thief, work for me and I will make sure you’ll be well feed, clean and safe."

You laughed shortly. "Till now I thought I can do this all by myself, but okay. I agree," you reached hand to him, still hesitating a little.

He took your hand and shook it firmly. "I hope it will be a pleasant cooperation," James nodded.

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