Gemini's Hidden Corner

Hello, I'm Gem, 31, she/her. Gemini. Welcome to my small corner of the internet. I hope you can find comfort here. All are welcome. My requests are currently open, if you like my writing, I'd be happy to see what I can do.

Summary: After coming back from a gruelling mission. John's adamant in finishing these reports. However, you know what he really needs is some rest. Pairing: Captian John Price X Female Reader WordCount: 352 Content: Fluff, A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here!

“Sweetheart, just five more minutes.”

“You said that two hours ago.” Your bare feet padded on the carpet as you walked farther into the room; your hands found John’s shoulders, slowly massaging the many knots trapped inside John’s muscles.

“John, the mission reports can wait till tomorrow. I’ll help, but you’ve not slept for thirty-six hours.” John leaned back into your delicate touch, slowly succumbing to your persuasion. He shook his head, willing himself to stay awake.

“I’m nearly done.”

“You mean it’s going to take another four hours because you're trying to read Tom’s scribble. He should have been a doctor.” John chuckled, wrapping a hand around your wrist and tugging you towards him.

“You're providing a compelling argument, Sweetheart.”

“Then allow me to further explain. We’ve been in the field for six months, not knowing what it feels like to be in our own bed. The past thirty-six hours left everyone battered, bruised and mentally exhausted.” You circled your arms around his neck, your chest resting against his back, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“John, you need to sleep. The reports will make more sense in the morning.” Another kiss to his temple. “Then maybe we can finally plan our vacation. I’ll even let you pick.”

“You’ll let me pick, ey?”

“Yes, if you come to bed in the next five minutes.” John pulled away, swirling around in his office chair, arms finding your waist immediately; gently, he dragged you into his lap. Your arms drapped around his neck loosely.

“You’ll help me read Tom’s scribble tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“Then I can pick where we go.”

“Where we go, what we do. I don’t care as long as I’m with you.” John suddenly stood up, arms hooked under your thighs to keep you steady. He immediately winced, the strain of the mission catching up to him.

“I think you’re right, sweetheart. My joints are killin’ me.” You attempted to get out of John’s grasp, yet it only tightened.

“Hey, you’re not goin’ anywhere. I can carry you across the corridor. Sweetheart, can you give me a massage?”

Summary: You've planned Hope a break from the supernatural choas. Pairing: Elijah Mikealson X Female Reader WordCount: 337 Content: Tooth Rotting fluff A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here!

“What are you doing, Sweetness?” Elijah asked as you began placing various beads and charms on the table. You barely acknowledged him until you finished placing everything down.

“I thought Hope would enjoy this. No powers. No magic, just creativity; after all, she is still a teenager.” Elijah glanced down, examining the layout in front of him.

“She’s going to love it,” Elijah circled his arms around you. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Maybe once or twice.” With two fingers, Elijah lifted your chin, eyes gazing at yours, his forehead pressed against yours.

“I love you.” A gentle kiss, capturing everything unsaid. After five hundred years together, you still took his breath. Every kiss felt like the first. Every day his love only blossomed into something more, something deeper, indescribable, his most powerful source of magic.

“Will you two ever not be sickening?” You turned, smiling as Hope entered the room. Elijah kept his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“I hope not. I couldn’t imagine not being irrevocably in love with your Aunt.” You glanced back at Elijah briefly, exchanging a smile before turning your attention back to Hope. “Your Aunt has prepared to teach you how to make jewellery. It’s one of her many talents.”  

“You know how to make jewellery?”

“Well, I first turned, I found it the only way to focus my mind. After I learned how to control my blood lust, I decided to keep up with it. Materials and styles may have changed, but the key foundations and the creativity within it remained the same.” Hope began to examine the table more closely. “I thought it might be something you’d be interested. A break from the eternal doom and supernatural chaos.”

Hope’s eyes brightened like a star in the night sky; she reached out, pulling you from Elijah’s grasp.

“You have to teach me everything you know.” You laughed, following suit.

♊Sandor Clegane Fluff Alphabet

♊Killian Jones Domestic Alphabet

♊First Chapter of The Hidden Targaryen - Sandor Clegane x Dragonshifter!Targaryen!Reader - Y/N Targaryen never exsisted. Never presented as a princess, those who knew of her birth perished soon after. Growing up hidden it was lonely. Her and Sandor were childhood friends the only company she had.

When her family fell, her life was at risk once more. Forced to leave herr already sheltered life. With her trusted knight murdered by Gregor Clegane and the battle of Blackwater beginning. She can no longer stay, yet she refuses to leave without Sandor. The love of her life and her true mate.

She doesn't know where life is taking her but one things for certain. She's done hiding.

Summary: Killian's adamant he's sticking around while you work, there's only one thing left to do: put him to work. If he does a good job, you'll let him take you out on a date. Pairing: Killian Jones X Female Reader WordCount: 307 Content: Fluff, A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here!

Your eyes flickered over to the centre table. Killian Jones had been sitting there all morning, nursing over a coffee, gone cold hours ago. You made an effort to clear the counters. Your eyes flickered up to Killian, staring again.

“Do you have anywhere else to be?” Killian smirked as he rose from his chair, coffee forgotten. Eyes focused on you, slowly crossing the short distance. Cool and charming, every step calculated.

“Not particularly love.” Killian leaned his hip onto your freshly cleaned counter, and you immediately hit him with your cloth, yet he remained unfazed. “Why would I go anywhere else when there’s such a breathtaking view?”

“I’m working, Killian. Wouldn’t it be wise to find something else to occupy the time?”

“No. I’m perfectly fine here.”

“Then make yourself useful and clear down those tables. I need to replenish the display cabinets.” You threw the cloth in his direction.

“You want me to clean.”

“You want to stand around and gawp at me. It’s the least you can do.” Killian stared, dumbfounded. He’d never been asked to wipe down tables before. He was the Captain of the Jolly Roger; usually, it was done for him. “It’s either that or get out.”

“Fine, but I believe I’m owed a date at least.” With an eye roll, you continued to place freshly baked muffins and cookies in the display cabinets.

“If you do a good job. I’ll take you out for dinner.” Killian placed the cloth down, turning back and stalking back over to you, standing tall.

Summary: Adrian's just come back from a mission. With you missing in action due to a broken leg, Adrian comes to the drunken realisation he can't be without you. Pairing: Adrian Chase X Female Reader WordCount: 1,591 Prompt: "i’m not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real." by @bookished Content: Fluff, Strong Lanuage. A/N: Requests are open! You can find my request guidelines here! Also I have a poll if you want to let me know who you want to see more of!

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?”