#ward x garrett

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[send me an angst prompt + a ship]

Grant sat up off the mattress and grabbed his boxers from the floor where Garrett had dropped them. He was sore already; Garrett was always rough, but had been determined to make Grant feel it for days after that night. There was a quiet in the apartment, only the shush of the radiator heard.

“You’re quiet,” Garrett commented. He didn’t touch him, but Grant wished that he would, even just a brush of fingers, a touch against his spine, anything.

“Yeah,” Grant agreed.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Would you even care if we did?” Grant asked, standing up to finish dressing. “Because I told you what I wanted, that I wanted you and only you. I don’t want to fight for your attention, or beg for it. I don’t want to only be the easy fuck you take home because no one else was interested, or no one else was around.”

“Grant, I don’t have time,” he responded. “This is convenient for me. If you want me, this is how it’ll be.”

“It’s always what is convenient for you,” Grant said.

“I have an important job; I can’t step away to reassure you.”

“I don’t need reassurance; I just don’t want this anymore. I deserve more than this.”

He couldn’t look at Garrett directly, buttoning his jeans and reaching for the t-shirt he’d thrown off at Garrett’s request near the door. There was a mirror over Garrett’s dresser, because he liked to watch Grant from every angle, and he caught the way Garrett was looking at him. Since he was young and Garrett had saved him, he’d wanted him to love him back, but maybe he never would. Was Grant okay with that? Okay with being John Garrett’s plaything and nothing else? He enjoyed the sex, and his company, and the life that Garrett gave him, but he felt more like a thing or a toy than his partner.

“What we have is working,” Garrett said.

“For you.”

“I don’t know why you’re throwing a fit about this,” he continued as if Grant hadn’t spoken. “I taught you better than that. Don’t start being a problem or you won’t be worth even what we’re doing now.”

It was a slap to the face, but Garrett had drilled into him how to hold a poker face, how to act like nothing fazed him.

“What I’ve always appreciated about you is that you don’t kick up a fuss when I have to work, that you understand I have responsibilities outside of this.”

Garrett sat up finally and then stood up off the bed, unashamed of his nudity. He pressed into the length of Grant’s back.

“You’re my favorite, Grant. Don’t make me regret choosing you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He kissed Grant’s shoulder blade. It should have felt sweet, but it was wrong against his skin.

“Now go.”

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[send me a ship and a dialogue prompt]

Grant pulled the suitcase from underneath the bed, listening for Garrett’s footsteps as he worked. He shouldn’t be home for a few more hours, but John Garrett had a tendency of surprising and sneaking up on Grant. He packed his clothes haphazardly, having to move the cat out of the suitcase repeatedly. The cat didn’t have a name, a stray that had followed Grant home. Garrett had told him not to get attached since they wouldn’t be keeping it, but Grant kept letting it back inside until Garrett just gave in. Maybe when they left, Grant would finally find a name for it. 

“What are you doing?” Garrett asked, startling Grant. He’d been focused on the cat and hadn’t been listening. He let out a breath, trading a look with the cat who laid down on the bed, not amused with Garrett’s presence. “What is this?”

“I’m leaving,” Grant said with as much confidence as he could. Garrett always made him feel like the child he was when they me. “I’m done.”

“You’re done?” Garrett scoffed. “You’re just going to walk away.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to tell me why or do I have to guess?”

“Does the name Ian Quinn mean anything to you? Or Carl Creel?”

He looked up at Garret with as even a look as he could manage. 

“They’re nothing,” Garrett said, but didn’t deny that he knew them or had slept with them recently. Grant worked as Garrett’s bodyguard, personally picked and trained by Garrett himself, and had seen Quinn on his calendar. He hadn’t thought anything of it, but Coulson had taken him aside on the way out to let him know what was really happening in Garrett’s office. He’d always denied rumors that Garrett was unfaithful, that he’d always been unfaithful, wanting to believe that this man who had consumed his life since he was sixteen wasn’t just using him. “You weren’t supposed to find out. I didn’t want you to know. Who told you?”

“That’s not a real apology.”

“What do you want me to say, Grant? That I’m sorry you found out? That I’m sorry you got hurt?”

“I want you to actually apologize. I want you to say that you won’t do it again. I want you to feel bad that you’ve cheated on me habitually. I want you to realize that this is shitty, and that I deserve better.”

Coulson and Daisy had been trying to convince him of that for years, but he’d sworn that Garrett was good, that Garrett loved him, that Garrett wouldn’t hurt him. 

“Come on, baby boy,” Garrett cooed sweetly at him, curling his hand around Grant’s hip. “Don’t throw away what we have over something so silly. It was a mistake.”

“Don’t,” Grant said, pulling Garrett’s hand off him. “Just don’t This isn’t some silly pet peeve, like I don’t like the way you make the bed. You’ve literally been cheating on me since we got together. You’ve never respected me, and I should have seen that before, but I love you, and I want you to be the man I thought you were. I’ve always wanted you, but it’s exceedingly clear to me that you don’t feel the same, and if you don’t now, you never will.”

“I do want you,” Garrett said.