Gemini's Hidden Corner

Hello, I'm Gem. Welcome to my small corner of the internet. I hope you can find comfort here. All are welcome. I don't take requests, but I'm happy to hear your ideas if you have any.

Hey my Angels, sorry I've been MIA reccently. I've not really known who to write for! Hopefully you enjoy! ~Gem xoxo

♊Charlie’s used to keeping himself busy. He’s been single for so long, he’s forgotten what it’s like to share his life with someone.

♊You start by bringing him lunch to ensure he takes the full hour. You sit with him if you can, and talk about your respective days so far.

♊Try to convince him that the station won’t fall apart if he’s not there every moment of the day.

♊Talking about how things are going at the station, however, unless something’s pressing, it can wait until the following day.

♊Voicing your concerns to Charlie. Your concerns about his health, physically and mentally, and the lack of time you have together.

♊Charlie does listen to your concerns and eventually realises he doesn’t have to focus solely on work. He has a reason to be at home more; he can plan dates and nights in. You two can have a social life with friends.

♊Charlie also doesn’t want to repeat the mistakes of his first marriage. He wants your relationship to be long and lasting; he can’t continue to bury himself in work.

♊Charlie limits his shifts to a more manageable routine, only doing overtime when absolutely necessary. He’ll surprise you with lunch from time to time.

♊After work, he takes you out for dinner as proof he’s attempting to work on his work-life balance.

Summary: Mike's back from deployement. To celebrate everyone gathers at a bar to have a drink, where he stumbles across you. Pairing: Mike Harper X Female Reader WordCount: 262 Content: Fluff A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Did I fail my last blurb challenge? Yes, am I attempting it again? Also yes. Will I succeed this time? I hope so. You can read the rest here! Day 6, so far so good

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.” You rolled your eyes, continuing to wipe down the bar top.

“You know I’ve just come back from a tour, and I could use some company,”

“Then you can go back to your friends.” You pointed in the direction of his table. The table was laughing with drinks raised, and conversation flowed effortlessly.

“Been stuck with that lot for months. Could use a discussion with a pretty woman such as yourself.”

“A conversation?” Mike took a stool at the bar, shoulders straight, posture almost perfect, his eyes focused entirely on you.

“Yeah, Darlin’, a conversation. Get your mind out of the gutter.” Mike fished his wallet out of his back pocket. “I get a whiskey, buy yourself whatever you want.”  Accepting the money with a mumbled thanks as you prepared his drink. You glanced back at him.

“You back for long?”

“Fingers crossed. I can’t remember the last time I spent more than a few months in the same place.”

“Here’s hoping.”

Mike toasted before taking a sip of his drink. “That’s some good whiskey.” As Mike placed the drink on the bar top, you poured some more amber liquid into the glass. Mike attempted to pay, but you shook your head.

“It’s on the house.”

“Thanks, Darlin’. Did I blow it earlier? I might have come on a bit strong.

“Just a little.” You glanced back at the clock hanging on the back wall. “I get off in ten, how about you and me get a late dinner?”

Summary: Charlie's questioning his connection with Bella. You help him find a solution. Pairing: Charlie Swan X Female Reader WordCount: 252 Content: Fluff A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Did I fail my last blurb challenge? Yes, am I attempting it again? Also yes. Will I succeed this time? I hope so. You can read the rest here! Day 5, so far so good

“Am I old?” Charlie leaned against the counter, taking a piece of carrot from the chopping board.

“Technically, you're older every minute-”

“Not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant. I understand.”

“Bella’s spending less and less time here. She’s always off with Edward.” Charlie growled Edward’s name as you moved towards the oven. Charlie moved up the counter to stand beside you.

“Charlie, she’s a teenage girl, experiencing a relationship for the first time. Things are new, intense and exciting. You and I both know what that feels like.”

“I feel it every day when I’m with you.” Charlie moved behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your centre, holding you close, as he pressed a chaste kiss to the curve of your neck. “I just wish she’d balance her life better. Focus on school and setting herself up for the future.”

“Have you said any of this to her?” Charlie’s silence spoke volumes. “Of course not.”

“You can’t expect her to know what you’re thinking. Talk to her. Maybe she’ll listen, maybe she won’t, but someday in the future she’ll know you were there for her.”

“How did you find someone so beautiful and intelligent?”

“You persuaded me with cheesy chat-up lines and relaxed dinner dates.” A kiss to your cheek followed by another. You laughed as you leaned into it.

“I’ll try talking to her.”

“Good. I’ll make her some of those brownies she likes. It’ll help soften things.”

Summary: You can't sleep, while you admire the beauty in this new dark world, Daryl reminds you some things haven't changed Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Elementary School Female Reader WordCount: 338 Content: Fluff, strong language, A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Day 4, so far so good You can read the rest here! Last month I wrote a blurb featuring these two if anyone would like a fic or fic series let me know.

The crickets chirped as the moon glazed over the quarry. The quietness brought an eerie peace; the end of the world brought man to a standstill. No cars, no planes, no air pollution. The stars danced high in the sky. You couldn’t remember when you’d seen so many.

It was as beautiful as it was devastating. Humanity was on its knees, yet the universe had never lost its beauty.

You pulled the hoodie around you tighter; a soft wind tickled your bare skin, reminding you of your existence. Still alive, still present, still trying to adapt in this new world, still finding where you fit in.

“What ya doin’ out here?” Your body shook as you glanced back. Daryl threw a blanket over your shoulders, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake anyone.”

“Have you tried wakin’ Merle. It’s like tryin’ to wake the dead.” You laughed as you leaned into Daryl’s shoulder. Resting his head on top of yours, he pulled you closer. He couldn’t be like this with anyone else. They didn’t understand him. Most didn’t care enough to find out.

“You remember when we used to have sleepovers, and your Mom would let us camp out in the living room.”

“Yeah, she’d always find us cuddled up together in the morning.”

“You always protected me from the bad. Always. Gave me a home, a family I didn’t deserve.” You lifted your head up, defiantly

“Don’t say that. You never see the good in yourself.”

“'Cause they’re ain’t none.”

“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to force you to see it.” Daryl’s lips almost twitched. A glimmer of the woman he knew before the world ended.

“Come on, you’re coming to my room. Like we used to.”

“Sleepover.”

“Exactly. Except now we’re in an actual tent,” Daryl began to lead you back towards the tent, attempting to shield you from the cold.

“What if Merle starts giving us shit?”

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Summary: Chris is in denail. He claims you don't exsist, you do and he knows it. Pairing: Adrian Chase X Female Reader WordCount: 290 Content: Brief mention to sex, strong language A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Did I fail my last blurb challenge? Yes, am I attempting it again? Also yes. Will I succeed this time? I hope so. You can read the rest here! Day 3, here we go!

“You don’t have a girlfriend, Adrian.” Adrian stood, mouth agape. Adrian didn’t understand why he would lie about having a girlfriend as amazing and awesome as you. To Adrian, it seemed like a pretty stupid thing to lie about. All Chris needed to do was locate you and ask.

“Yeah, I do. She’s smokin’ hot, and she’s also super intelligent; she’s got a degree. She also likes listening to my bird facts.” Adrian frowned at Chris's boisterous laughter. Nothing about this conversation was remotely funny.

“Paying someone to hang out with you doesn’t mean you're in a relationship.”

“I don’t pay her anything! She actually likes me,” Chris scoffed. “You’re jealous, I’ve found someone! I don’t have to have casual sex to fulfil a void.”

“I could have anyone I wanted.”

“Except Harcourt is unavailable.”

“Would you shut the fuck? You know nothing!”

“I know my relationship is healthier than yours will ever be.”

“There is no girlfriend!”  Adrian flipped through the contacts in his phone until he reached your contact. He pressed the button hastily, waiting for the phone to ring.

Once

Twice

“Adrian.”

“Babe, will you tell him?”Your eyes rolled as you leaned on the kitchen counter.

“Please tell me we’re not having this conversation again.”

“He said I’m paying you.” Rubbing your forehead , you took a breath to compose yourself.

“Chris, we’ve been together for two fucking years, at some point you’re going to have to get used to it. Now, can you stop winding Adrian up, please?”

“There’s something suspicious going on. There is no way you’re willingly with someone like Adrian!”

“I don’t care what you think! Now, can you leave him alone so he can come home, please?”

Summary: Your trying to read someone's mission report, Phillip wants your attention. Except Phillip gets more than he bargained for, when you begin to psychoanalyse him. Pairing: Phillip Graves X Female Reader WordCount: 331 Content: Fluff A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Did I fail my last blurb challenge? Yes, am I attempting it again? Also yes. Will I succeed this time? I hope so. You can read the rest here! Day 2, here we go!

“Good mornin’, sweetheart,”

“Whatever you want, the answer is no.” You glanced down again, attempting to make sense of the unreadable handwriting. The penmanship's owner was unknown; however, from now on, they would write their own reports. It wasn’t surprising that it had been passed around the office.

“What gives you the impression, I was about to ask for somethin’?”

“You’ve been hovering around me for the past ten minutes, trying to judge my mood and focus. Then you proceeded to walk over here calmly and slowly, just in case I showed any sign of frustration, so you could promptly make your escape.”

“I don’t know where you got all that from, sweetheart,-”

“You're deflecting because you’ve been caught out. Your expertise is in the field of violence and battle strategy, mine is knowing how people think, to predict what they’re about to do, before they know themselves.” Phillip leaned against your desk, arms folded.

“You're just full of surprises.”

“You’re not.” You glanced back down at the report, attempting to continue on your work, but Phillip pulled it away from you, removing it from sight.

“Hey! Some of us are trying to work.”

“Johnson can type his own damn report.” Swirling around to face him, suddenly your entire focus centred on him. A twitch of his lips, your brows furrowed.

“What do you want, Phillip?”

“You, me and lunch.”

“So bold of you to presume I don’t already have plans.”

“Sweetheart, we both know you don’t. You do the same thing every day, sit in the canteen and eat alone while doomscrolling through your socials.” Phillip smirked as your eyes widened momentarily before regaining your composure.

“I’ll even let you psychoanalyse me some more.” With a huff, and no longer backlogged with a report. You rose from your chair. You weren’t going to pass down a free meal.

Summary: Sirius spent tweleve years in Azkaban, naturally everything's changed, well almost everything. Remus still hasn't confessed to you, the women he's been in love with since he was eleven. Pairing: Remus Lupin X Female Reader WordCount: 299 Content: Pinning, A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Did I fail my last blurb challenge? Yes, am I attempting it again? Also yes. Will I succeed this time? I hope so. You can read the rest here!

“Really?” Remus’s gaze broke from a moment to acknowledge the sudden voice. Only a moment before returning his gaze to you. You’d push past everyone to greet Harry, meeting long forgotten. The darkness could wait, the meeting could wait. Harry had always been your top priority.

“What?”

“You’ve been gazing at her since we were eleven.” Sirius placed a tender hand on Remus’s shoulder, a firm squeeze as they both observed you.

“She would never look at me the same.”

“For an intelligent man, you are truly blind to matters of the heart. Have you not seen the way she looks at you? She has off you every word.”

“We are friends, nothing more.” Remus smiles as your eyes meet briefly; they twinkle like the brightest stars. For a moment, there is no coming of war, no full moon to worry about; everything is right with the world.

“Whether we care to admit it or not, war is coming. Remember the last time? Some of us aren’t going to make it. That is a harrowing fact. How would you feel if either one of you died and you didn’t tell her?”

“A war is not a good reason to admit my feelings.”

With a smug grin, Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Admission at last. Moony, the war is the perfect reason. Now more than ever, we must live in the present and dream of a future.”

“When did you get so philosophical?”

“I’ve been cooped up here now for over a year. I had to do something to pass the time.” A laugh was exchanged between two friends as they attempted to decipher the conversation between you and Harry.

My first Sandor Headcanon. I absolutely love this man, so you'll probably be seeing him a lot here! Requests are open, you can find my request guidelines here! ♊

@mallardrallam mentioned this while requesting a fluff alphabet, naturally I wanted to expand on this idea.

♊Sandor knows he’s possessive. He proves repeatedly that if someone looks at you the wrong way, Sandor is threatening to slit their throat. You’re his, and no one’s going to change it. However, whenever you’re jealous, Sandor’s always taken a back. 

♊It doesn’t occur often. Usually, an overprotective outburst from Sandor lets everyone know who you belong to. However, when an overly friendly bar wench gets too handsy with Sandor, it’s your turn to show anyone within hearing distance.

♊It’s not immediate; it usually looks deadlier than any poison. Sandor smirks and takes a sip of his wine. Sandor doesn’t play into the Wench’s behaviour. He’s enjoying observing you, plotting against her; however, he’s not keen to be on the receiving end.

♊The wench runs a finger tip down Sandor’s arm, your eyes are wild, it’s no longer a mistake. No longer a bar wench attempting to get a bigger tip. You feel invisible as you sit across from Sandor. Sandor watches to see what your next move would be.

♊It doesn’t take long before you interrupt the wench and explain you’re having a conversation. Still polite, always reserved, but Sandor knows boiling the surface. When the wench shrugs you off, you get up and move to sit beside Sandor. Now looking at her head-on, you lean in to Sandor, hand resting on his thigh. 

♊Sandor smirks; he’s enjoying this too much. Waiting, observing for your next move. The wench raises her eyebrow. You're unsure what else she needs to see. It’s when she suggests to Sandor she has a room upstairs, if he fancies the company, you lose it. No longer, you’re no longer your usual self. You rise from your chair, lean over the table and growl that he’s yours. You make direct eye contact, jealousy, and possessiveness all muddled together. You don’t care; you’ve suddenly caught the attention of everyone around you. 

♊Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you turn, grab Sandor’s face and kiss him passionately. Sandor reacts instantly, taking control of the kiss. His hand finds your waist as he drags you to his lap. He’s not usually one for PDA, yet he’s not denying himself this moment. He’s used to being the possessive one. 

♊The wench is long gone before you pull away. Sandor keeps his hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you come to your senses. Burying your head into his neck, you explain you don’t know what came over you. Sandor laughs; he likes whatever came over you. It’s reassuring, you are just as possessive as he is. 

Summary: Raymun finds you working on a new canvas. When you often let him try, he doesn't realise how big a privilege it is. Pairing: Raymun Fossoway X Female Reader WordCount: 346 Content: Fluff, A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Day 8, my 30-day blurb challenge! You can read the rest here! This one isn't my favourite, but I'm trying, and I guess that's what counts. I know I'm a day behind, but I'm determined to see these through.

Also, if anyone would like to send me Raymun requests, please feel free. I've fallen inlove with him. Also if you want to see more of these two please let me know. I might have more ideas.

“Duncan left ya to defend for yourself?” Looking past your easel, pausing your stroke momentarily.

“He’s gone off in search of food. He’ll be back shortly.”

“Fancy some company? I’ve never seen someone paint before.” Patting the grass beside you, Raymun briskly climbed the remainder of the hill.  Raymun paused, admiring the painting in front of him, before joining you.

“Who taught ya to paint like that?”

“My Father. He used to paint after council meetings, said it gave him clarity.” You glanced in the direction of your muse before gliding your paintbrush across the canvas.

“And does it?”

“Sometimes, and sometimes it gives you a break from thinking at all.”

“Do you paint often when you’re on the road?”

“When I get the chance, but not often. Dunk and I are rarely in the same place for a few sunrises.” You paused to rinse your brush of a grass-green colour to prepare for the chestnut brown. “It’s not glamorous, but it's allowed great inspiration.”

“Bet you’re grateful to be stopping for some time.”

“I am, but it is not about rest. It’s Dunk’s chance to prove himself worthy. He’s the most honourable, kind-hearted and brave man I know.” Glancing towards the scenery again, you briefly took a glance at Raymun.

“Here, do you want to try?”

“I-I’ve never done anything like it.”

“Neither had I once. Everyone has to start somewhere.” Scooting over, you allowed Raymun to sit in front of the canvas. Shakily, Raymun lifted the paintbrush towards the canvas, turning to you, searching for encouragement. You nodded as paint made canvas. Raymun began to fill the section you’d drawn out with paint.

“Is he painting on your canvas?” Both of you jolted to the sound of Dunk’s voice. Egg came around and peered over your shoulder.

“Yeah, why?” Raymun responded as he glanced back at Dunk.