#willhill

This is bad but it was written when I should’ve been studying. All characters belong to Will Hill and his Department Nineteen series. Not edited, so excuse any mistakes <3

Valeri Rusmanov:

     Let's be real, you started as a whimp

He needed a right-hand person and you proved yourself reliable

  It wasn't planned, he felt SO guilty considering Ana's death but you were so... something entirely different

He would balance sending you on important tasks but not too dangerous ones

 When you would come back hurt he would pretend it's no big deal but check in on you

„Are you alright? No, I was not worried. I have a plan that involves you and you're no good to me dead.“

He was worried.

You would catch him glancing at you, sometimes just full on checking you out

This started happening more and more and got increasingly more obvious

You quickly realise his affection and return the subtle gestures

You both catch eachother staring at the same time (insert intense eye-contact here)

He looks away first, this continues for a while until you decide enough is enough

You become more seductive, dressing in a way to show off your figure, dramatically swaying your hips etc

Valeri starts shifting in his sit when you walk into the room, sometimes shooting you an angry look of warning

This only urges you further, making sure to drop your voice a bit and purse your lips more when answering his questions directly

You quickly notice that addressing him as „master“ gets the most extreme reaction out of him with the red pooling in his eyes

Valeri is quick to adjust himself and excuse himself out of the room to cool down

You act oblivious to all this just to torment him some more

That is, until there is a knock at your door in the middle of the night

Alexandru Rusmanov:

Alexandru kidnapped you just because he could

You were walking all alone one evening and made the mistake of walking into a dark alley

He overpowered you and took you to some dank location

You wanted to buy yourself time and maybe his trust so you could escape so you tried talking to him

It didn't work at first because he would either ignore or mock your attempts until one day you decided to just give up on trying anything

He noticed you were too quiet for his liking

„What's the matter? Little lamb no longer wishes to speak with the wolf? Just when I started thinking you were braver than most.“

Maybe it was the desperation or just acceptance of your fate but you started talking back to him, always trying to appear polite and trying your damn hardest not to sound afraid

You failed miserably, your voice was shaky, chin trembling... yet he seemed to like that

He made it a point to come to you in his worst state just to see how long you would last before breaking

Imagine his surprise when you maintained eye-contact and resolve despite your fear

He hated to admit it but he was impressed by you

Alexandru started coming over for more frequent and meaningful chats until one evening he recieved some exciting news and the first thing that he thought about was telling you

... shit.

You were barely still awake when he came to visit you

You kept your eyes closed and breathing steady, almost jumping when his hand came to your face with gentleness he couldn't believe he was capable of

„It's time to set you free, little lamb. May we meet again under different circumstances.“

He unbound you and pulled your weight off the ground, flying with you in his arms

You struggled to pretend you were asleep but when you noticed the change in temperature and that his arms under your frame were replaced by cushions and a mattress you relaxed again

After a few moments you opened your eyes to see that you were in some motel

You swear that every evening since then, there is a shadow watching over you

Valentin Rusmanov:

  Sneaking into every exclusive party in New York was a dangerous hobby

Especially when the party is so secret, but hey; that just means it's more fun

What you didn't expect was to be greeted by blood, every drug on the planet, murder and pretty much everything else

You were looking for an exit route when you were stopped by a smooth voice

„Leaving so soon? The party hasn't even begun yet.“

You turned around slowly and was greeted by a man who looked like he could be on the cover of some pretentious business magazine

Having no way of excusing yourself you claim you were only getting some fresh air

He extends his hand and nods towards one of the balconies

Great. Walking through all this blood and gore with a sketchy (but attractive) man

He waves over a server and offers you some champagne, seemingly oblivous to your lack of invitation

„Now then, who are you and how exactly did you get in?“

You gulp and begin explaining yourself, expecting to meet your end but as you finish he just laughs

He compliments your ambition but advises against such activites, explaining how this party is no place for someone like you all while getting closer and closer to you

Valentin examines your neck with his index finger for a moment before snapping out of his trance

He pulls out a small rectrangular piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slides it into your hand

„I'd love to continue this conversation but others need my attention. Please, do stay in touch. I would be honored to have you again.“

He waves over another server who escorts you out

Outside you pull out the paper and read the note

Warnings: smoking Bliss, suggestiveness (slight), otherwise fluff Word count: 1,280

Grim is just one of the many words you could use to describe life in Department 19. It was a cold and unforgiving organization where a rigid routine and rules had to be followed in order to survive. You were fine with that for the most part, it’s just that sometimes you wanted some normality.

You made friends with Jaime Carpenter and his friends Larissa, Kate and Matt who offered an escape from grueling military life. Jaime and you could bond over certain things you didn’t feel comfortable expressing like missing your mother. Upon hearing that, he made it a habit to invite you to visit his mom in the cell block.

She was a kind woman who always welcomed you like you were her child as well. You enjoyed talking to her as often as possible. However, one day you needed some advice and when you went to visit her you found her sleeping. Deciding it was unfair to wake her, you made your way as silently back up the stairs when you felt eyes on you. You turned your head only to be greeted by Valentin Rusmanov’s blue eyes staring at you with a slightly amused look.

“Morning.” You said after an awkward moment of silence. He smirked at you, “Good morning.”

He placed a bookmark on the page he was on and closed his book, turning all his attention to you. “Something troubling you?”

And that’s how your semi-regular visits to his cellblock started.

At first you came to him when Marie was busy or stopped for a small chat so you don’t seem rude after all he’s done for the Department. Then these small chats turned into him offering you to join him for coffee or tea. Soon this morphed into you just casually strolling in through the UV barrier whenever you wanted to talk to him.

…

You made your way down to him holding his copy of Madame Bovary. He lent it to you when you expressed your distaste for modern romance novels. The book was a battered paperback, barely held together. It had that old book smell and yellow pages. The small notes on the sides in Romanian didn’t escape you. You won’t tell him but you used Google Translate to figure out what he wrote.

“Morning, is this a bad time?” You asked still a bit sleepy.

“Ah, good morning, not at all. Some coffee, perhaps?” he smiled looking at your exhausted expression.

“Yes, please. It took me all night but I finished it.” You held up the book for him to take. The way his fingers grazed yours wasn’t lost on you.

He poured some fresh coffee for you and placed it before you. “You were in no rush to return it, why didn’t you rest?” He raised an eyebrow, teasingly. Damn his flirtatious nature.

“I couldn’t put it down. It was amazing. You were right, it did change my views on modern novels.” You sip your coffee and sigh. Coffee always tasted better when he prepared it, even when you bought the same brand. His was somehow better.

He let out a deep chuckle, “Oh, I was right? Imagine that…” Valentin dragged his tongue over the bottom edge of his top teeth. He crossed his right ankle over his left knee and held the ankle with his left hand. His right hand held his coffee cup. “Which part was your favorite?”

Taking a long sip of the rich coffee, you begin your rant on the book. Slyly slipping in some of his personal commentary you read on the pages.

“... But that’s not even the worst thing about Emma! She is so spoiled, so blind she…” You waved your hand around like crazy. The rant paused only for you to take a sip of the hot beverage to soothe the dry throat. Valentin paid no mind, he was focused on you entirely. “… Yes, of course life would have been easier as upper class but come on, it’s not like they were struggling! Charles was trying hard, he made an honest living! She should’ve…” Valentin looked at you with open admiration, he loved listening to you rant about things you had strong opinions over. Most of all, he loved providing material for your rants. It was no problem lending you books. Hell, he would’ve had his associates buy books specifically so that he could give them to you. He listened, but a part of him was elsewhere until you said “… she dreamt of a life she had no desire to work for” He paused. This sentence felt familiar.

“So you’ve taken my own thoughts into consideration whilst reading?” he teased with a smile.

You blinked, “Sorry?” Valentin chuckled before flipping the pages of the book, tapping a pencil note and reciting it in Romanian.

He put the book down and sucked his teeth, looking you up and down. Suddenly you felt squeamish.

“Okay, I may have reviewed them. So what?” You avoid his gaze, embarrassed to have been caught. Valentin finds it endearing.

…

“Just try it, I promise you’ll like it.”

“No, why would I want vampire drugs?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Valentin was enjoying his Bliss laced cigarettes a bit too much. He took of his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and undid a button or two. You sat there with a smirk, shaking your head as he smiled with those pretty blue eyes.

They turned red as soon as he inhales the smoke and his head falls back, legs slightly parted as he enjoyed his high.

You blush at the suggestiveness of the scene and turn away.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” He says to you and slowly lowers his head to you with a smirk.

“Worry about your own heart, Valentin.” You roll your eyes at him when he takes another drag, “I’ll just leave it with you, it’s safer.”

You didn’t reply, knowing he’ll say just about anything when Bliss is in his system. But there is something about the way he looks at you, he smiles with his eyes no matter in what state he is. You know that the look he is giving you isn’t just a side effect of the drug, but something more. You don’t read too much into it.

…

Sometimes the operators didn’t sleep in the same intervals. You desperately needed sleep but the living quarters were too loud. You groggily marched down to the all too familiar cellblock to find shelter for the night.

Valentin was lounging on his chaise lounge reading when he noticed you enter. He glanced at his wrist watch and furrowed his brows. His eyes darted upwards to find your half closed ones.

“Can I sleep here?” you ask wearily.

How is this a question? Of course you can! He will always welcome you and protect you. He grew quite fond of his friendship with you and didn’t even deny some deeper feelings that started forming.

“Of course, sleep well.” He nodded and returned to his book, or at least pretended to.

You sigh and drag yourself over to his bed. “Thank you. Ugh, I could just kiss you right now.”

“You could.” He replied with raised eyebrows.

As you settled under the covers you stopped and turned to face him. The air was starting to shift but your tired mind didn’t allow any shenanigans. “Good night, Valentin.” You chuckle.

Valentin smiles at you, “Good night, dragostea mea.”