YALL DO SCARLET NEXUS REQUESTS HERE????? Gemma w a reader who has a father/child relationship with him?? He is just a comfort character to me specifically because he gives dad vibes lool
𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖒𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘
pairing - platonic!gemma x gn!reader
synopsis - having a father/child relationship with gemma
warning - none
notes - i hope it's kinda accurate
✎ When you're on mission, he prefers when you're by his side. He likes to keep an eye in you so he can protect you.
✎ When you feel down, he always know how to make you feel better. He generally goes to the restaurant with you so you can be with him and talk about what's wrong.
✎ We all know he's really serious and never tell a joke and with you it doesn't really change, he's just less serious.
✎ When you achieve something, he's always proud of you and he generally pat your head. He has a lot of experience and he knows how hard it can be, so when you do something even if it's small he's always happy for you.
✎ He loves you and he'll protect you. You're maybe in his team but you're more special than the others, you're like a child for him. If he has to put his life in danger for you he'll do it, with no hesitation.
✎ If you fall asleep on the couch in the Randall's base, he'll always put a blanket on you and make sure you're position is comfortable.
✎ If you put yourself in danger he'll be angry and scold you, not in front of everyone of course. He's afraid that something might happen to you.
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Playing Hooky
Robert Fischer x OC
Robert woke up to his alarm blaring from where it was sitting on his nightstand. Beside him, Alice groaned in complaint, body burrowing closer to his chest as if that would somehow cause the noise to disperse, the arm she had splayed loosely across his waist tightening. Flailing a little, he managed to reach over her to slap around at the clock until he finally hit the snooze button on the top to shut it off. With a huff of triumphant relief at the silence that followed, he settled back down onto the bed. Alice purred, nuzzling at him before beginning to grow heavy in his arms as she started to doze off again. Their legs were tangled, and he was suddenly brazenly aware that they were both still naked from the events of the night before, her bare breasts pushing into his chest.
“Mm, Al,” he mumbled, stroking lazily at her ruffled hair. She groaned, not wanting to be disturbed.
“What?” the word was muffled by his chest.
“We gotta get up soon. Go to work.”
“What kind of company has a gala with drinking and schmoozing and then expects everyone to come into the office the day after?”
“One run by Maurice Fischer.”
“���S dumb.”
He hummed in agreement, kissing the top of her head as his mind began to slowly start to function, eyes focused upwards before glancing down at her. She was tucked so closely to him it was a wonder that they didn’t meld into one being, currently nosing at the smattering patch of chest hair between his pecs before resting her cheek there, slumping limply with one hand grazing his shoulder, eyes closed. A part of him felt urged to shake her gently back into wakefulness. To rise from the bed and begin to prepare for another long day of work. But the rest of him was comfortable. And she was so warm pressed up against him like that, and he was pretty sure that he never, ever wanted to stop holding her. Maybe just five more minutes…
His fucking phone started ringing.
Groaning, head tipping back dramatically into the pillows, his face pinched with annoyance.
“Whyyyy…” Alice whined.
Keeping one arm wrapped around her, the other fumbled back around the nightstand. Turning the phone enough that he could squint at it until he made out the name, he felt himself physically withdraw further into the mattress. No doubt feeling his reaction, Alice finally blinked open her big, pretty brown eyes.
“Who is it?”
“My dad.”
She made a face that under other circumstances might’ve been funny. “Don’t answer it.”
He shot her an incredulous look. “And have him come storming down here to yell at me in person!?”
“Why would he yell at you?”
“Because I kinda left Gemma Hadley standing alone at the bar with barely an explanation when I ran after you.”
“Oh. Oops.”
Red Right Hand Chapter 10: Away It Goes
Tommy Shelby x OC
Lucy watched as Kimber’s men moved away, eyes looking for any sign that any of them were thinking of trying anything. Tommy was looking down at where Danny laid. When he spoke, his voice was soft and sorrowful.
“Scudboat, Curly, pick him up,” wincing, as if only just then realizing that he had a bullet hole through his chest, Tommy began to walk unevenly towards the Garrison. Lucy jogged to follow him, hovering by his side worriedly. Behind them, their boys started to follow. “I’m alright,” he muttered as her hands fluttered anxiously over his shoulder.
“You have a bullet in you.”
“Not my first time,” he muttered, though his face still twisted as he grimaced. She held the doors to the pub open for him.
“Tommy,” she insisted urgently. He finally looked at her, and he must have seen the fear in her eyes because he touched her cheek lightly.
“Don’t worry. If I was going to keel over and die it would’ve happened by now.”
“You’re not funny.”
He flashed a tiny, wincing smirk, grunting as she helped pull his arms out of his coat, sitting down heavily in a chair.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered, tossing his coat away.
“You know, I don’t really think that I’m in the mood, right now…”
“What did I just say about you not being funny?” she asked, grabbing his cheeks lightly. He smiled in mock innocence against her hands as his fingers began to work on his buttons. Still, the knowledge that he felt well enough to joke helped put her more at ease. She suspected that was part of the point as to why he was doing it; an attempt to soothe over her trembling nerves. It worked up until she saw just how much blood had already soaked its way into his white undershirt.
“Arthur,” she said, suddenly feeling incredibly out of her depth. Arthur looked up from where he’d just stepped in through the doors. “Help me.”
The Clockwork Laws Chapter 5: Hide & Seek
Raymond Leon x OC
Sitting on the windowsill, with her legs curled to her chest and a pair of binoculars pressed to her eyes, Rose pouted, blowing a raspberry as she let the binoculars fall to rest in her lap.
“Still nothing?” Raymond asked from where he was sitting on the bed. There was a file open in front of him, that he was marking up with a black pen. He had shed his coat, leaving him in just his vest and undershirt. It was odd to see him like that; almost how she could imagine him looking when he came home from a long day at work and was just beginning to unwind.
“Yeah,” she leaned her head back against the window frame with a thump. Tiredness pulled at her eyes, muscles cramping from spending hours curled up in her position at the window. She raised a hand to cover a yawn.
“If you want to get some sleep, I can take watch for a while,” Raymond offered.
“Are you sure?” she asked, even as she was gripped with another yawn. He just shrugged, standing and approaching the window, taking the binoculars from her.
“Okay,” jumping up, she stretched lazily like a cat, closing her eyes and rolling her neck from side to side. Rummaging through the tiny suitcase she’d brought with her, she pulled out her toiletries bag and her pajamas, going into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.
Her reflection in the mirror was still a bit of a surprise. Gone was the gaunt, miserable girl with the dead eyes. There was a warmth to her face, the hard bitterness in her amber eyes somewhat softened. She looked almost content.
Running her fingers through her curls and tugging at the hem of her pajama top, she forced herself not to think about Raymond on the other side of the door. He was an asshole anyway. Fuck him.
She bit her lip when her mind promptly took that idea and flipped it over onto itself. It was a constant war within her own mind; that despite how much he annoyed and infuriated her, she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him.
Shoving open the door to the bathroom, she did her best to ignore him as she climbed into the bed. Curling up with her back to him, she tugged the blankets over her. Even with her eyes closed and Raymond sitting near the window, she could feel his gaze burning into her back.
“Aren’t you supposed to be watching the safehouse?”
He coughed, and shifted. But even as she started to doze off, she could have sworn that she still felt his eyes, every once in a while, darting back to her.
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