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imaginedisish · 3 years

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Instant Crush (Tenet) Neil x Reader ~Part 1~

A/N: WHAT’S THIS??? I’m actually posting two days in a row? WOWOWOW. Okay enough with that, here’s another Neil x Reader fic! Part 2 will be coming tomorrow night. Just one quick thing before y'all begin... this takes place in an AU in which Neil knows he’s going to die in order to save The Protagonist and the world in general (ps I call The Protagonist TP, because that seems to be what other writers in the fandom do, and it’s really much less awkward than saying “The Protagonist” lol). And yes, this is very much inspired by Instant Crush by Daft Punk/Julian Casablancas, although I had the Cage the Elephant cover on almost the entire time I wrote this...NOW ENJOY!!

Summary: (AU where Neil knows how his timeline will end) Neil knows his fate, he knows he’ll have to go back and sacrifice his life in order to save the Protagonist and the world, but how could he ever leave you behind? Maybe he won’t have to. You’re willing to do everything in your power to keep him alive. (Inspired by Instant Crush by Daft Punk/Julian Casablancas)

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, cursing, mentions of death, implication of sleeping together/ *friends with benefits/lovers*, and I think that’s it. (oh ah! the grammar may be bad...I’ll check it again later, I’m too tired now)

Word Count: 3,601 (please tell me how to do the “read more” thing so many people on this platform must hate me).

You pace back and forth inside of your tiny hotel room. The beige walls make you more nauseous with every step. The brown, carpeted floors creek under your feet. The bright red digital clock next to your bed reads 2:46AM. You feel the world slowly caving in as your mind obsesses over the events that would take place tomorrow. You wouldn’t be there. You weren’t quite sure why. You had trained to join the team on the Temporal Pincer movement, but Ives had come to tell you that you were dropped from the mission just a few minutes ago.

“What do you mean I’m not in the movement anymore?” You ask, practically shouting in anger.

Ives shakes his head, leaning into your doorway. He looks down the hallway to make sure no one is there, and puts a finger up to his lips, shushing you.

“Don’t shush me!” Your voice is commanding. “Who the fuck took me out of the movement? I know it wasn’t you, and I know it wasn’t TP.”

Ives looks at you, and then looks to the ground. His uncomfortable silence says enough. You have an idea as to who took you off the mission.

“It was Neil, wasn’t it?” You pry, searching for confirmation, even though you already know the answer.

Ives taps the doorway and gives a polite half smile, as if to say goodbye. He pushes himself off the doorway and turns to walk down the hall.

The more you thought about it, the clearer it became. Neil had to be hiding something from you. There’s no way you were taken out of the movement because of your lack of abilities. You were talented with a gun, could easily outrun Neil, and knew exactly what to do in high pressure situations. You excelled at working while inverted.

There had to be something else, something more, something you didn’t know about yet. You needed to find out what was going on.

A knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts. You walk over to the bright white slab of wood that clashes against the beige walls, and look into the peep hole.

Neil. You immediately unlock the door, and twist the handle.

He leans his right elbow against your doorway, giving him the space to bend over just a bit. His hand clutches a fist full of his hair. He looks tired, shaken up. Somehow, he still manages to look good. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are pushed up to his elbows. The knot of his maroon tie is half undone, allowing you to see that the top button of his shirt is unbuttoned.

Neil’s blue eyes meet your own, but his gaze isn’t steady. His eyes look into your hotel room, then back to your face, and then up and down your body. Something is off about him. He seems distraught, chaotic even. He looks as though he’s looking at you for the last time.

“I can’t do this,” Neil huffs. He quickly turns around and begins to speed down the hallway.

You grab the keycard by your door and rush after him. The door to your room slams behind you, the sound ricochetting off the walls and most likely waking up the entire floor. You break into a run, trying your best to catch up to Neil.

“Neil!” You shout. There’s no response, except for the pounding of your feet against the navy, carpeted hallway.

Neil finally stops in front of a door, taking a keycard out of his pocket, inserting it into the lock, and disappearing into the room.

You approach the door. You grab the handle and try to get in, but it’s locked already. “Neil,” you knock three times, “You need to tell me what’s going on. I don’t understand why the plans have changed.”

No answer, again.

“Neil, please,” You beg, resting your head on the door. Suddenly, you hear it unlock, and before you can remove your head, the door swings open. You lose your balance and begin to fall forward, but Neil instinctively moves to catch you in his arms.

He holds you there for a second. Your head finds itself placed in the crook of his neck. “Are you alright?” He asks. You forget to answer; you’re too focused on the scent of his warm, minty, gingery cologne.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” He asks again, pulling you off of him ever so slightly, just so he can get a good look at your face. His voice is so calm, so quiet. His blue stare meets yours.

Then, you remember why you’re here. You remember the situation. You remember what is going to happen tomorrow, and you remember that it’s going to happen without you. The anxiety builds in your chest. Your stomach tenses up and you can’t help but feel like your organs are moving wildly around inside of it.

“No, I’m not alright, and I know you aren’t either,” You say defiantly, pushing off of Neil and walking further into his room. You look around a bit. It’s bigger than yours. The walls are the same beige, and the carpet is the same brown one that could be found in your room. But instead of a twin bed, there’s a queen in the center of the suite.

Neil can’t help but smirk. “What?” He asks, pausing as he sits on the right side of his bed, swinging his legs around to get more comfortable. He leans up against the headboard, his cocky smile remains on his face, “Are you jealous that my room is nicer than yours?”

Is he seriously trying to play this off all nonchalantly? Is he really going to pretend as though he didn’t just run out of my room in a panic? You think to yourself.

“I’m done,” You say, walking towards the door. You turn around to look at him, hoping your words can get under his skin. “I know you took me out of the movement, which is just plain fucking stupid on your part.”

Neil shakes his head. “You don’t understand what’s-,”

You cut him off. “No, of course I don’t understand what’s going on. I have no fucking clue. I was hoping you could tell me a thing or two.” You’re yelling now. You feel the anxiety melt away as you clench your jaw tightly. Your blood boils beneath your skin. “But of course you have nothing to say. You never do.”

“What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?” Neil questions, standing up from the bed once again. He makes his way over to you.

“You know exactly what it means,” You insist. “You never have anything to say about us and whatever the hell we are. I’m just a fuck toy to you. You don’t give a shit about me,” You pause, noticing how harsh and cold your tone is. You regret the words as they leave your lips, but you continue on anyway. “And now you’re refusing to tell me why I’ve been cut out of the movement. You need me, you know you fucking need me. Ten minutes isn’t enough time to be cutting people out of the movement.”

You think back to the past few months you’ve spent with Neil. You had been together quite a few times, more times than you could count. You spent secret nights together, going as far as getting a room at a separate hotel on many missions to hide whatever you two were from the rest of the team. Neither of you were seeing anyone else, or at least you weren’t. But still, neither of you made your feelings quite clear. You dropped heavy hints every now and then, mentioning the future, what life might look like after your time at Tenet. But Neil would always change the topic.

Before you could say a thing, Neil’s face was in yours. You know he’s looking into your eyes, but you just can’t bring yourself to look back. He firmly grabs the upper part of your left arm with his right hand. His fingers press into your skin.

“So you think you know bloody fucking everything, don’t you?” Neil shouts. You feel his eyes burning into your head; it’s a horrible feeling. You can’t look at him. Your heart is racing uncontrollably. You didn’t mean for this to escalate so quickly. To be honest, you didn’t intend for this to escalate at all.

You can’t help but think about the past again. You wish you could just go back to one of the many nights you had spent with him. You wish all of this could fade away into nothing. You wish that the end of the world didn’t depend on whether or not you and Neil could simply do your job. You wish you had more time with him.

“Answer me,” He demands. You look up at him. His eyes are glossy. He blinks and a single tear slides down his cheek.

You’re taken back by how emotional he is. “N-Neil, I-,”

“You don’t get it (Y/N),” Neil’s voice is shaky, but loud. His hand is still tightly wrapped around your arm. His face is bright red. “You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. You don’t know what I have to do.”

You can barely whisper now. You’re too choked up. You didn’t realize distraught Neil was. “Then tell me Neil, please.”

Neil looks at the ground. Tears begin to fall more freely down his cheeks. This was bad, very bad, and you knew that much. Neil’s silence was enough to tell you that something wasn’t going to go as you had planned.

Finally, Neil opens his mouth.“I don’t want you getting hurt, so I need you to leave the organization, starting tomorrow.” He’s not yelling anymore, but his voice is still firm and commanding.

You’re beyond confused now. Leave? Why does he want me to leave?

“You need to tell me why. You need to tell me what’s going on,” You plead.

Neil lets go of your arm, and walks over to the edge of the bed. He sits down, allowing his head to fall into his hands. His fingers push back to comb through his hair once, and then he stops, freezing in that position. He looks down into his lap. You walk over and sit by his side. Your arms brush up against each other.

He takes in a deep breath, “I’m not going to be here anymore, (Y/N).”

“W-what?” You stare into the side of his head, but he doesn’t move. He’s leaving? Why the fuck is he leaving? “You’re leaving Tenet? Why? And what does that have to do with me? I can handle myself.”

Neil takes another deep breath. “No, that’s not what this is.” He shudders a bit, and lets out a small, quiet sob. He breathes in again. “Tomorrow, when the mission is completed for most of the team and TP, I’m going back into the mission again, but I won’t be coming back after.”

You shake your head as you begin to understand what Neil means.

He’s going to die.

Tears involuntarily form in your eyes. “N-no.” A shiver crawls up your spine. “No,” you say again, louder this time. “NO!” You’re screaming now, standing up from the edge of the bed.

Neil stands up with you, reaching out to you, trying to grab you, trying to pull you into his chest. But you don’t want that. You want to run. You want to scream. You back away from Neil so that you’re on the other side of the room.

“Please, (Y/N), it’s what has to be done,” Neil looks helpless, his arms stretched out to the side, his red face covered with tears, his eyes searching for a response in yours.

“No, this doesn’t have to happen. You don’t need to do this,” You’re begging now.

Neil walks closer towards you, “The world will end tomorrow if I don’t.”

“And how do you know that? How do you know for sure?” You yell.

Neil shakes his head. “I can’t-,” You sense the pain in Neil’s voice as he stumbles upon his words. “You can’t know why, not yet at least.”

Of course…Of course this is my fucking fate. Nothingness. Death. A painful goodbye, and a tall, dirty blonde-haired figure that will just melt down into a memory of someone I used to know.

You hold back your tears, trying to process exactly what was going through your mind. You try to wrap your head around the situation. But there was no way to process this. It was impossible.

“So this is it? There’s no going back? This is the end, the end of us?” Your disbelief is abundantly clear in your voice.

Neil nods.

I can’t fucking do this, You think. A painful sob erupts from your throat, and Neil rushes over to you, embracing you tightly as if it was one of the last times he would ever get to feel you.

Except that was exactly it. That was your reality now.

He holds you in his arms. You press your face into his chest, sobbing loudly.

You stay there for a few minutes, maybe five, or ten, possibly even more than that. You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that it took you a while to finally think of something to say.

“S-so this little time with you,” You pause, gasping for air in between sentences, “That’s all I’ll get? I’ll never see you again?”

Neil presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry,” He whispers. You look up at Neil, and watch as tears stream down his face.

Out of nowhere, a hopeful idea pops into your head. “What if I can stop it? What if could change things? I can keep you safe, no one would have to know that I was there.”

Neil looks down at you. “What’s happened, happened.”

You hated when he said that.

You shake off his words. You had a mission now, a mission to prove that Neil was wrong. A mission to save his life.

“There’s no way in hell I’m living in a world where I never get to see you again, where I never get to be alone with you again,” You say, stepping back a bit. Neil moves his hands to your waist, not wanting to let go. “This isn’t going to be goodbye, Neil.”

“It has to be,” Neil says shamelessly, allowing reality to take hold.

“No, no it doesn’t have to be. I’m going to save you tomorrow and you don’t have a fucking say in the matter!” You’re practically screaming now. You break away from Neil, but he quickly steps forward to close the space between you two. His hands find their familiar spot your waist, the spot they were in just seconds ago.

You’re hyperventilating now, while Neil seems to have calmed down a bit. You figured he had to have been hiding this for some time now. There’s no way he found this out today.

He presses his forehead against yours. He takes his right hand off your waist and brings it up to the back of your head. He combs his fingers through your hair, making sure you won’t move away from him again. He parts his lips, “Will you stay with me tonight, please?”

You nod, even though you’re more than positive that this won’t be your last night with Neil. He presses a light kiss against your lips, and you kiss back. Neil breaks the kiss, leaving your lips feeling cold and alone. He grabs your hand and leads you over to the left side of the bed. You sit on the edge and bring your legs over so that you’re sitting up against the headboard.

Neil walks over to his suitcase. You shudder at the thought that it could just be a suitcase after tomorrow. It wouldn’t be Neil’s suitcase anymore, because there wouldn’t be a Neil.

That is, unless you had something to say about it.

Neil fully unknots his maroon tie and begins to unbutton his white dress shirt, one button by one. Once he’s done, he pushes his sleeves back down to where they belong, and removes the shirt completely. You can’t help but stare at his bare chest. Then he unbuckles his pants, unzips his fly and lets the trousers slide down his toned legs. He just has his boxers on now.

He runs a hand through his hair as he makes his way over to you. Normally the sight would make you crazy, but this was far too somber and depressing. It was impossible for your mind to go there. Instead, you could only think, What if this is the last time I’m going to see him like this. You try to shake the thought off, but you just can’t.

Neil crawls on top of the center of the bed, and finds his spot right next to you. He puts both arms around you, inviting you to rest your head on his chest. You allow yourself to do so, listening to his pounding heartbeat with your eyes shut tight.

“I need to tell you something, (Y/N),” Neil says shyly. Shyly, that was the last word you would normally use to describe something Neil said, but that was what this situation was doing to him, and it wasn’t fair.

You look up at Neil and nod, waiting for him to say what he wants to say.

“Before, when you said that you’re just a fuck toy to me…” Neil trails off. Pain was evident in his voice, and it was all because of you. You had never regretted something so much. You had only felt that way because you two hadn’t ever said how you felt about each other. You had made it clear you weren’t seeing anyone else, but Neil never did. Obviously you enjoyed each other, but he never said anything that indicated the idea of the “long term.”

And yet here you two were, being “together” for over half a year.

Neil breathes harshly, shuddering a bit. “Well you’re not just a fuck toy to me, and quite honestly I have no idea how you got that idea,” Neil pauses again, taking another deep breath. “So I figured it’s time that I need to tell you that I…” He trails off again, shutting his eyes for a second, allowing himself to catch his mind up to his words.

“W-what is it?” You stutter, your heart beating hard in your chest.

Neil clears his throat. “You have no idea how much this hurts. You have no idea how much I wish I could just stay here, with you. I don’t want you leave you here. I-I-,” Neil begins to cry again. You bring your right hand up to the nape of his neck. You gently play with his dirty blonde hair, trying to comfort him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

You had longed to hear those words for what felt like an eternity. From the second you saw his face, you knew that something was there. It was an instant crush, an instant and absolute fall for Neil.

And there was no way in hell you were losing him now. Not after that.

“N-Neil, I-,” You stutter.

Neil puts a finger up to your lips, “Please, don’t say it back, not like this. It’ll make this all too final. You’ll get to say it to me in some future somewhere, maybe in a different past, or maybe somewhere beyond here.”

You shake your head. “I’ve already told you, this isn’t goodbye, I’m following you in tomorrow,” You say. “I’m not losing you.”

“Yes you are, my love.”

You shake your head again as another tear falls. You don’t care what he says, so you decide it’s time to say what you’ve been wanting to say for months.

“I love you Neil, so much.”

Neil smiles painfully, “I thought I told you not to say it back.”

“You couldn’t have possibly expected me not to,” You say, pressing yourself into his bare chest. You look up at Neil, and watch him yawn. You realize how tired he is. “You should get some sleep,” You say.

Neil nods, “I know, but I wanted to spend my last night looking at you.”

“This isn’t your last night, Neil,” You sigh. “And that’s a promise.”

Neil ignores what you say, and reaches over to your side of the bed to turn the lamp off. With a single click, the room goes dark. Neil pushes the covers over you, and puts his arms around your body, pulling you down to his level. He’s holding you as close as he possibly can to himself.

You hear his heart beat out of his chest. You place soft kisses over his heart, hoping to calm him down somehow. But that was impossible. There was no calming him down about this.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Neil says again, keeping his grip on you tight. It feels just as good as when he said it the first time.

“I love you too Neil, but,” You pause, trying to chose your words carefully. “You aren’t dying tomorrow, I promise,” You say finally. You hear Neil sigh, but he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t want to fight you. He knows there’s no stopping you, because you know exactly what you’re going to do.

Part 2

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ithappensoffstage · 4 years

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John took him to the gardens at sunrise. They bundled up in quilts and drank coffee and sat on the stone walls, and John said, “Next week, eight years ago, you save my life at the National Opera House in Ukraine.”

“June 14. Our anniversary.” Neil said it with reverence.

“Yes. It’s why I pushed so hard for the date.”

Neil leaned his head on John’s shoulder. “How romantic,” he mused. “Although, how do you know it was me?”

“It’s always you,” John answered. He put his arms around Neil. “I don’t want to ask you to go back for me. I.” He cleared his throat and blinked slowly at the horizon. “I wish I hadn’t told you.”

I Loved You First by ThirdActLove, illustrated by @hcnnibal

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crowleying · 3 years

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Recruiting | gn!reader

Date: 24.03.2021

Pairing: Ives x gn!reader

Reader's pronouns: they/them

Words: 2.331

Fandom: Tenet

Characters: gn!reader, Ives, Neil

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Open ending

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Neil asks Ives, your future husband you still don't know, to help him recruit you.

A/N: It's my first time writing something with a gender neutral reader so I hope I didn't mess this up, if so please let me know so I can fix it. Also, I'm sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place lately.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what do you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a gif of Ives wearing his military uniform. He turns to leave while saying "This is cowboy shit. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into if you go through that door. End ID.]

“Don’t,” Ives said grabbing Neil’s arm stopping him from getting up. It was one of the very rare missions in which Ives didn’t have to wear his gear. They were there to recruit you. Usually, Ives wasn’t involved in the recruitment, but nobody knew you the way he did. For this reason, Neil had asked him to join the mission this time. The two of them were sitting in a bar in their suits looking at you just a few tables away from them.

Neil turned to look at him confused. “What?”

“Don’t recruit them,” Ives said looking at him serious before glancing at you, busy with your book.

“What are you talking about? If we don’t recruit them, you two won’t ever meet,” he tried to make him reason.

“I can still go there and talk to them without recruiting them.”

Neil shook his head. “What is this all about?” He was starting to think it hadn’t been the best idea to take Ives with him.

Ives glanced at you then looked back at Neil and sighed. “It’s just… Our work is so dangerous, and it will bring so much pain in their life… I wish they didn’t have to go through that,” he said sincerely.

Neil understood but he knew there was no other way this could go. “I know, but they love this job, and they are our best agent, you know how much the world needs them.”

Ives sighed again and nodded. “I know.”

Neil patted his back. “Come on.”

“I’m just going to kill whoever hurts them,” he mumbled.

Neil chuckled. “I know you will.” Something caught his eye. “Oh, and take off your wedding ring.”

Ives looked at him as if he had suddenly grown two heads. “Are you crazy, they would kill me if I did.”

“I know but they can’t see you with the ring on now or they will think you are taken and won’t ever act on their future feelings,” Neil pointed out. Ives reluctantly took the ring off and put it on the chain of his dog tag.

They got up and walked to your table.

Feeling their presence next to you, you looked up and smiled at them politely. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

you asked noticing how handsome they were.

“May we join you?” Neil asked, since Ives seemed he had lost his tongue.

“Please, be my guests,” you said pointing at the free chairs around the table. You were curious to hear what they wanted from you. They clearly had a goal, it seemed as if they were on a mission.

They sat down and your eyes lingered longer on Ives. His blue eyes had captured you.

“I’m Neil and my friend here,” he gestured towards Ives, “is Ives.” You looked back to Neil and then again to Ives. “We are here to offer you a job.”

You looked at Neil wide-eyed. “What? You don’t know me, why would you want to hire me and for what job?”

“We have a feeling,” Ives said, talking for the first time and, boy, did that voice do things to you.

You stared at him. “Do you often hire people based on… feelings?” you managed to ask.

“Not exactly. We… kept an eye on you and we think you are the perfect person for the job. You would get to help a lot of people,” Neil explained, not quite satisfying you.

“Are you… are you secret agents?” you asked suspicious and a little scared. Those people had probably been following you.

“Something like that,” Neil said with a smile.

You stayed silent for a moment then gathered your things and got up. “It was very… creepy meeting you. Have a nice day, gentlemen.”

As you were leaving Ives pulled out a black business card from his pocket and handed it to you. “In case you changed your mind.”

You took it and looked at it. On one side there was written “TENET” and Ives’ name and surname in smaller letters, on the other side there was an address. You were unsure if you wanted to keep the card or not. You looked him in the eyes and decided to keep it, then you left. It was weird, you had no reason to trust them, in fact you knew that following common sense you shouldn’t trust them, but somehow you felt you could.

When you were out of earshot, Ives sighed and put his wedding ring back on. “They were right. It was very creepy, why did we do it this way?”

“Did you have a better idea?”

“I’m not the expert of recruitments, here,” he pointed out. “If I don’t get married to them it’s all your fault.”

Neil chuckled. “You already are married to them.”

It took you almost a week to finally decide to go to the address written on the card. You had looked “TENET” up on the internet, but you hadn’t find anything. So, either it was a super-secret agency, way more than CIA, KGB and MI6, or the men had lied. Somehow, the fact that there was nothing about that online, made you think that they were telling the truth. They had made quite an effort for the business cards, why not going all the way and create a website too to make their lie more believable, if they were lying? Right?

You simply couldn’t stop thinking about it and obviously the only thing you could do to be sure was to go and find out more.

You were surprised to find yourself in front of one of the most central and beautiful buildings of London. You checked the address twice to be sure it was the right one. It seemed it was, so you walked in and looked around. You spotted a receptionist behind a counter. You walked closer.

“Good morning. I’m here to see… Ives? Or Neil?” you said, sounding less sure than you would have liked.

“What’s your name?”

As soon as you told him your name, he nodded. “Please, follow me, Neil is waiting for you.”

Of course he knew you were arriving. You followed the man through a long corridor and then up the stairs. The place was quite busy, so you had to slalom between the people moving around. Some looked at you as if they knew you, other didn’t even look your way.

The two of you stopped in front of a door and your chauffeur knocked. A voice from inside, invited you in. The man opened the door and announced you, then let you in. Neil was there, standing behind a desk, smiling at you. He went around the desk and offered you his hand. You shook it and then you sat down as he had invited you to do.

He turned to the man that had led you there. “Please, ask Ives to come here, he should finish the training in a few minutes.” The man left and Neil went to take his seat behind the desk.

“I’m happy you came,” he said, and somehow you knew he was sincere.

“But you already knew I would, didn’t you?”

He smiled. He did. “I know this might sound a little odd, but I would really like for you to work with us. Our organization’s aim is that of preventing terrible things from happening.”

You stopped him before he could go on to explain whatever it was they did. “How is it possible that there is no record of your organization anywhere?”

“It’s because it is a very secret organization. Nobody can know about its existence.”

You weren’t fully convinced but you let him go on.

“Look, I think your knowledge and your abilities would be very helpful for us. Of course we would train you and brief you on everything you need to know to work with us. I can’t be any more specific unless you accept the job and pass the basic training.”

You snorted. “Of course.”

You heard the door behind you open. You turned and saw Ives coming in wearing his training clothes and he had no right looking that good in them. “You wanted to see…” he couldn’t finish the sentence because he noticed you and looked at you as if he didn’t believe you were really there and maybe a bit as if you took his breath away.

“Hey,” you let out.

He swallowed. “Hey.”

“Come in, Ives. I was telling them about the training, but I’m sure you could explain it better,” Neil said with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, I could give them a tour of the facility,” he replied, still looking at you.

“This is a great idea.” He got up and so did you. You shook hands.

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course, you’re always very sure I’ll come back,” you pointed out.

He simply chuckled.

Ives held the door open to let you out and glanced at Neil who winked at him. Then he followed you out and closed the door behind.

“This way.” He showed you the way and you walked next to each other towards the nearest elevator.

“I don’t know what Neil told you, but I guess it’s not much,” he finally spoke as you reached the elevator, and he pressed the button.

“Nothing really. He just said that he can’t tell me anything unless I pass the basic training,” you replied.

He finally looked at you and smiled. You hadn’t seen his smile before then. It made his eyes shine. “You will.” The doors of the elevator slid open and the two of you walked in. “That is if you decide to join us, of course.” He pushed one of the many numbers. You were quite surprised to see there were so many and most of them seemed to be underground.

“And you know I’ll pass it because?” you asked arching your brow.

“Because I’d be the one training you,” he replied amused.

“Oh, I see you are all very sure of the future.”

“I guess you could say so,” he confirmed nodding.

You looked at each other for a long moment, nobody said anything. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Ives stretched an arm, inviting you to leave first. You stepped out and he followed you. You were several floors underground and everything looked very different and more modern there.

“I’ll show you how we train. It’s very similar to how they do it in the military,” he said walking closer to walls in which there were big windows that allowed to look down in a huge gym where people were either fighting or running or climbing the walls.

“See? Nothing too hard.”

“Are you saying you think I couldn’t do anything harder than that?” you asked pretending to be offended.

He smiled amused. “On the contrary, but I don’t want to scare you away.”

“Now you’re implying that I’m easily scared,” you pointed out, unable to hide a small smile.

He chuckled. “If you were, you wouldn’t be here.” He had a point.

“Come, there is more.”

You followed him through a door and found yourself in the firing range. You looked at the people that were already shooting there and for a second your mind played a weird trick on you because it seemed like instead of shooting, they were calling the bullets back to their guns. It lasted just a second, though, because then, Ives handed you earmuffs and glasses. You wore them and followed him to the nearest firing point.

“Have you ever shot before?” You shook your head. You thought he would have simply shown you how to shoot. You didn’t expect him to ask you to shoot.

“Come here,” he said in an unexpectedly delicate way. You just couldn’t resist, any doubt you were ready to voice was forgotten. You went closer to him. You took warily the gun he was handing you and he positioned himself behind you. He took your hands holding the gun in his and started explaining how to aim but you could barely focus on his words. Having him so close made it hard to think about anything that wasn’t his body pressed against your and his breath tickling your ear.

“Shoot,” he said, and you, without thinking, pulled the trigger. The bullet ended up exactly in the centre of the target, but you were sure it was all thanks to him holding your hands steady. A shaking breath left your lips and you put the gun down.

“Wasn’t hard, was it?” he asked with a smile, pulling back.

You shook your head and took off the glasses and the earmuffs. He took them and the gun and gave it back.

You took the time to calm down.

“Ready to continue?” You nodded and followed him again.

He showed you other training rooms and explained probably more than he should have but the visit ended way too soon anyway.

“I’m afraid that’s it for the moment,” he said when you arrived in the entrance hall.

You nodded. “Well, thank you. It was a pleasure,” you replied offering him your hand.

He shook it. “For me too. I hope it convinced you to join us…” he said looking sincerely hopeful. You wandered if he was like this with everyone.

You offered a small smile. “I will think about it.”

He nodded and you stepped away to leave. You were already halfway to the door when you stopped and turned to look at him. He was still standing there looking at you. “In case I refused, would I still be able to see you again?” you asked.

He hesitated and took a couple step to close the distance between you.

“That would be very hard. My life… My work is my life, and it is a work that doesn’t really allow us to have a life in the outside world… I’m not sure it would work.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, then turned away and left.

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chelseasdagger · 3 years

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Wound Up Like a Weapon

Summary: You tease Neil during an important business party and he gets back at you later that night

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, fingering, oral, edging, slight hair pulling

A/N: First time attempting smut so apologies if it’s not good. Thank you all to my friends who gave me the encouragement to write this <3

Neil has had enough.

The two of you were at an event for his work. It didn’t happen too often, and this one was a black tie event. All of his colleagues were in their best attire, and you were no exception. Your short, black dress accentuated your frame beautifully and Neil couldn’t take his eyes off of you. And once you took note of this, you decided to make his evening more interesting.

Neil was having a wonderful evening, being able to show off his gorgeous girl to his coworkers of his classified work life. He strolled around to converse with the people from his job’s different departments, you by his side with each exchange. He felt as though his face might crack from the smile he wore all night.

Initially, he thought you were just being sweet. He enjoyed the feeling of your body so close to his, your fingers wrapped around the lapels of his suit. It wasn’t until you lifted your head up and brushed your lips against his neck that he caught a feeling that your intentions weren’t so pure. He stuttered over his words, all of his attention brought to the warm kiss on his skin. The sound of him clearing his throat and trying to continue his train of thought made you chuckle. Neil glanced down at you with his eyebrows brought together in confusion. The only answer he received was the feel of your lips curling into a smile.

The next time you pushed his limits was when everyone sat down together at the long dinner table. Expensive entrées and wine glasses decorated the mahogany wood. A man had stood and raised his glass and commanded each person’s attention so fully that you knew he must’ve been an important executive. You felt slightly excluded from the conversation. Neil, however, was completely trained on the higher-up’s words.

He was until he felt your hand on his knee underneath the table. You could feel him tense up underneath your touch. You felt bold after seeing him blink a few times, trying to re-engage himself in the man’s words. He shot you a warning glance when your hand continued its trail up higher on his thigh, but you kept your gaze trained on the businessman. You maintained your faux interest and watched from the corner of your eye as he straightened his shoulders. When Neil didn’t get a reaction from you, he turned back to the supervisor and let out a sharp exhale from his nose.

But the final thing you did to tick him off was after everyone had begun eating. He kept short conversations, looking at you from his peripheral vision. You wanted to stay quiet and give him the disillusionment that you would behave. After he finished a quick catchup with Ives, he turned his head to face you with a smile. His blue eyes had regained that spark and he seemed less stiff.

You raised your wine glass to your mouth, locking your eyes with his over the rim of the glass. Neil watched as you swallowed a big gulp and sat the glass down again. A sinful smirk had spread across your face as you lifted your hand from the table. You saw his eyes drop to your mouth as you brushed your thumb on the corner of your lips, gathering the little drop of wine that remained there. Neil’s mouth parted slightly when he watched you push your thumb past your lips. He stared as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on your digit just to tease him. When his eyes met yours again, the spark was replaced by something dark. The smile had fallen from his face. The energy that exuded from him was completely different and you felt the shift immediately.

He brought his own glass up to his face and didn’t look at you as he spoke. “You are so in for it later,” he mumbled and then took a sip.

Your eyes went wide and you tried to find his, but Neil’s stare was trained across the room. He smiled as he raised his drink in the air and nodded to the person he said a silent greeting to. He seemed completely calm and composed. He looked as if he hadn’t just threatened you with the most tempting thing in the world.

The car ride back to his apartment was tense. You’re almost certain your thighs were pressed together as tight as Neil’s jaw was clenched.

And that brings you to now, with his lips crashing onto yours in a harsh manner. Neil’s big hands frame either side of your face, and you can’t help but feel small in comparison. He pushes you past the door to his bedroom, finally breaking away for you to breathe.

“I can’t believe you acted that way tonight. I bring you around all my coworkers and bosses and you behave like a little brat,” Neil mumbles. He brings his mouth to your neck and kisses right below your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat and a shiver spreads down your spine. The anticipation of what he has planned grows with each word he speaks.

“Clearly you have no self restraint. I guess we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?” he asks. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer towards him, and the other works to pull the zipper down on your dress. Your mind feels foggy from the warm breath on your skin.

“Won’t we?” he repeats himself, tone slightly clipped. He pushes the material down your shoulders, goosebumps forming from the cold air surrounding your exposed body.

“Yes,” you whisper as he pulls away from you. As you take him in for the first time since getting home, you see how into this he is. Eyes so dark it’s hard to see any blue in the dim light of his bedroom. His hair, previously styled for the party, is now disheveled with loose strands falling in his face. His expression tells you that you’re in for a long night.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” a devilish smirk etches its way onto his face. Neil walks forward a few steps, shedding off his suit jacket and haphazardly tossing it to the floor. You step backward until the back of your legs hit the bed. He instructs you to lie down on the mattress while his hand reaches up to his tie. You watch as he pulls on the knot back and forth, loosening its hold on his neck. Then, he's sliding his hand down, unraveling the knot fully.

As you look up to him, you can’t help but notice the juxtaposition of you two. Neil’s still wearing his button-up shirt tucked in, his belt still looped around his slacks. And all you’re left in is your matching underwear set.

He kneels onto the bed, crawling up to meet your lips once again. He quickly reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. Pulling it away from your chest, he tosses it to the side. His mouth moves against yours slowly like he’s savoring the kiss. Neil tended to take his time when it came to moments like these. He made sure to drag it out, made sure to focus all his attention on you and make you feel good. Your eyes flutter shut as you lift your chin to him and deepen the embrace. His right hand reaches up to brush a hand though your hair, his left grabbing softly at your breast.

“Neil,” you moaned into his lips. You feel him smirk, he always did love the effect he has on you. He continues his kisses down your jaw and your breathing staggers again. You hear a chuckle before his touch is removed from you completely.

You open your eyes at the loss of contact. He smiles at the pout on your lips. Sitting back on his knees, his stare fixates on where you needed him most. His bottom lip finds its way between his teeth almost subconsciously.

“Open for me, darling,” Neil instructs. His hand is resting on the inside of your knee and, when you spread apart for him, it slides down to your underwear. You let in a sharp inhale when you feel his fingers brush across the fabric and how easily it sticks to you. A guttural groan escapes his mouth as he pulls away, leaving you desperate for his touch again.

“You’re so wet, love,” he remarks. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Please, Neil,” you beg him. He continues as if he hadn’t heard you.

“I bet it’s from all the teasing at the party, wasn’t it? Acting like a little minx, knowing you’d get in trouble for it,” his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties. Pushing them off and to the floor, he casts his eyes back to you.

“But we know who the real tease is in this relationship.”

He reaches down and rubs his fingers against you, spreading your slick, before pushing one inside you. Your head falls back against the pillows at the feeling of finally getting what you wanted. Soon a second finger is sliding in beside the first. The sounds of his fingers making a mess of you resounds in the room. His long digits curl inside you, pressing firmly against the spot that makes you clench. Another husky chuckle rings out in the room and he pushes into you harder, eager to make you unravel by his touch alone.

Whines keep escaping your mouth as you feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach. The pleasure consumes you, fisting the sheets, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Once Neil sees your back arch off of the bed, hears your moans getting higher, feels you tighten around him one too many times, he pulls his hand away from you completely.

A pathetic, frustrated groan escapes you when you realize what he’s doing. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? Sweetheart, we’re only getting started,” he brings his fingers up to his mouth and hums at the taste of you. The sight sends another shudder through you and your legs clasp together, searching for some friction.

You pout up at him, an action you know is futile the moment you attempt it. He’s going to keep this torture up for as long as he can.

Neil gets on his stomach, his chest flat against the mattress and his hands spreading you open again. His left hand pushes your thigh to the bed and his mouth is quick to meet the skin there as well. He leaves warm, wet kisses on you, slowly trailing towards your center, and goosebumps form in their wake.

Your impatience for him against your core grows with each breath against you. After being denied your first orgasm, each sensation feels even more heightened.

“Look at you, squirming around. Big game for such a sensitive little girl,” he mumbles against you. He’s got his head tilted on your thigh, his eyes looking up at you, and his lips pressing kisses in the little nook where your thighs met your hips.

Neil finally sinks his head lower and presses his tongue flat your folds, licking a strip up to your clit. You’re moaning out within seconds, eyes rolling back again. Vibrations run through you as you feel him snicker.

“Now remember, love, you aren’t allowed to come,” he reminds you, pulling away. You whine out from the deprivation and he smirks. The urge to slap it off his face is tempting.

And then his mouth is back on you, nose nuzzling your mound. He switches between slow, broad strokes of his tongue against your opening to quick flicks against your clit. When he wraps his lips around it and sucks it into his mouth, your hands drop to his head. You can’t stop the sounds falling out of your mouth or your fingers tugging at his messy blond strands.

When you start bucking up involuntarily, he throws his forearm over your hips, effectively holding you in place. Having nowhere to squirm away to, you’re forced to take all of this pleasure. It’s nearly too much after being edged just moments ago.

“Fuck,” you whimper out. Your grip on his tufts of hair tightens, and you feel him groan into you as a response. Neil loved when you pulled at his hair, a silent praise, telling him just how amazing he made you feel. It was his favorite reaction to get out of you. The ones you had no control over. Seeing that he made his girl feel so very good, it made him euphoric.

Once again, his touch is removed from you all too soon. You hear him mutter something, but you can’t exactly hear it. You’re slightly dazed from the feeling of the fire in your stomach dialing back down again. He gives a light slap to the side of your hip and repeats himself. “Over.”

You look up, eyes focusing on him unbuckling his belt and shoving his slacks and briefs down. He brings a hand through his hair, tongue swiping over his glistening lips. He helps turn you and you shakily get on your hands and knees.

Neil’s touch lights a fire through your back, the path tracing from your shoulder to your hip. You feel him at your entrance, the tip of him teasing you. When his head nudges against your clit, you instinctively flinch away, the feeling becoming too much.

He finally pushes in and you nearly cry out. He quickly settles into a fast pace, groaning deep at the feeling of you so tight around him. His grip on you tightens as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. Your mouth falls open at the feel of him so deep inside you.

He murmurs out different praises, tells you how good you feel and how you’re such a good girl taking him like this. His voice is deep and raspy, breaths and gasps falling from his lips. You feel his cock hit inside you deeper until it’s hitting that spongy spot again. Neil hisses between his teeth when you clench around him.

“Christ, look at you. Falling apart for me,” his thrusts slow into languid strokes. You’re pushing your hips back, desperate to feel him move again, but he keeps his hips pressed to your ass. “But I need you to hold on a little longer, darling.”

“I can’t Neil. I can’t please-” he cuts off your feeble pleads with whispers of encouragement.

“Yes you can, baby. Just a little bit longer. Doing so well for me.” His hand that’s not holding your hip goes to the arch in your back, rubbing to help calm you. When he starts his agonizingly slow thrusts back up, your arms almost give out. You can feel that your body can’t take much more.

The sound of his hips hitting against yours grows in volume as he increases his speed. You’re blubbering out incoherent curses and they echo with the sounds of his thrust, a harmonious euphony to Neil’s ears. All you can focus on is his touch and the searing pleasure spreading throughout your body.

A hand tangles through your hair before you’re being forced up, your back pressed tight to his chest. He drives his hips up harder into yours, no longer prolonging your release. His left hand reaches down to your clit and he rubs three fingers against you. Your head falls back on his shoulder, a loud gasp escaping you, and he noses at your neck.

“Ask nicely and you can come,” he instructs. Words seem to fail you as his touch between your legs quickens, but you manage to cry out just one.

“Please! Please, please,” you sob fervently. You can feel yourself squeezing around him and his pace falters. He grunts loudly in your ear, the sound getting you that much closer.

“Come for me, shit, wanna feel you,” he murmurs in your ear. You feel the pressure growing inside you until it finally spills over. Your walls clamp down on him and your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as you finally feel your orgasm crashing down on you. Neil drives into you for a few more thrusts, drawing out the apex of your climax, your thighs shaking against his.

His hips stall and he bites down on your shoulder as his own orgasm hits him. The feeling of you coming on his cock always brought him over the brink. You can feel the muffled groan resonate inside your body.

Neil pulls away from you and lies you gently onto the bed, head resting on the pillows. He pushes the hair away from your face and cradles your cheek gently.

“You okay?” he asks softly. You open your eyes and find his own close to your face. His eyebrows are slightly pulled together and his blue irises are flickering between your own. He always made sure you were alright after pushing your limits like this.

“Never better,” you mutter sleepily. You reach up and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him to you. He captures you in a slow, loving kiss. Your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck before pulling away to speak again.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips. He lies down on the bed beside you and raises his arm, a silent come here.

You lie your head against his chest, legs intertwined and arms wrapped around one another. He draws little patterns onto your arm and sighs contently.

“I love you too,” he replies, “so much.” The steady rise and fall of his chest is slowly lulling you to sleep.

“Remind me to tease you more often,” you manage to mumble out. Neil’s soft chortle fills the quiet space between you as you slip into unconsciousness.

#neil tenet #neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #tenet fanfiction #neil tenet fanfic #i'm posting this and i'm going to log off :)

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itsanidiom · 3 years

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YOU KNOW MY NAME

Pairing: The Protagonist/Neil

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

The Protagonist has a name now… It’s Bond… James Bond…

10:00:01 Agent: 007 Code name: Protagonist Location: London Heathrow Mission Status: Complete

James Bond returns to London to take on yet another mission for MI6, but who is this mysterious new agent they’ve partnered him with?

#Tenet #neil x protagonist #protagneil #backwards boyfriends #james bond #fanfiction #myfics #this was fun #hehehe

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youfoundlaurie · 4 years

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May Contain Nuts, Neil/Protagonist fanfiction

I'm kind of surprised this fandom is as small as it currently is, especially if you go comparing it to another masterpiece of Nolan that is Inception, which had hundreds of stories within weeks of its release in cinema. Oh well. I've watched the film for the second time today, and I was ecstatic. Hence the following vomiting of words put together that you can all enjoy below. And to think that I couldn't stand the sight of Robert Pattinson up until I saw him in Tenet! To be fair, he wasn't a very convincing vampire, too.

Anyway, this will be a story in three parts. The rest will up in jiffy, I promise! Also, beware: this may contain vomit-inducing amount of angst, because I'm a kind of writer who is unable to write literally anything else - that is to say, a shitty one. If you're not up to reading 15-something K words of pure unadulterated angst with a side dish of smut for a spice, don't read it, it'll just be painful for you. Finally, I've given The Protagonist a name, because it's fanfiction and I can do whatever the hell I want :) Also, calling him 'the protagonist' for 30-something Word pages is just tiresome. Who no one minds. Cheers! Hope you'll enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26553208?view_full_work=true

#tenet #tenet fanfiction #christopher nolan #robert pattinson #john david washington #the protagonist #neil #protagoneil #neil x protagonist #tenet 2020 #fan fiction #tenet fan fiction #nc-17

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lupines-slash-recs · 2 years

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Rec: Before or Since (Or Both at Once) by cupiscent

Title: Before or Since (Or Both at Once) Author: cupiscent Canon: Tenet Pairing: Neil/The Protagonist Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 4,436 Summary: Neil’s recruited to a shadowy organisation, and takes an immediate fancy to the boss. He’s (more…)

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sgt-morgan · 4 years

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The Time Traveler’s Wife.

A Tenet one shot.

A/n: Is it too early to write for this movie? Probably. Did that stop me from doing it? No. Enjoy.

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It was rainy the day the protagonist met his wife for the first time, the moment is so vividly etched into his brain he could almost feel the drops hitting his skin. People had stopped using his birth name a long time ago, he doesn’t even remember when he stoped using it. He just did. The only woman who knew that name, was sitting in his lap right now. She was reading a book, fittingly, about time travel. She looked so peaceful, an island of calm in the middle of his raging storm. Right now, he’s watching the clock. Because in exactly 20 minutes, a very young version of himself is going to knock on his front door. He counts down the seconds...3...2... someone bangs on the door, the woman in his lap starts rather violently, knocking a cup of coffee into her lap. He smiles, he had always wondered how she got that stain. She looks up at him, startled, those eyes that normally sparked with joy and mischief looked back at him in confusion, and he knew he would give the moon to make sure he could stare into their depths forever. For now though, the man standing outside his door needed to see them more than he did.

“That would be me.” He sighed, helping his wife pick up the cup of coffee she spilled, “you gotta answer it.”

“You’re outside right now?” She laughed, “is it old you or young you.” He chucked at that. Nothing seemed to shake her, no trick too surprising for the woman who’s seen everything.

“Younger, significantly so.” He sighed, placing the now empty (and ironic) TARDIS mug on the table. “You gotta talk to him, he needs you.” She laughs out loud, and he relishes the sound.

“Well, what do you need me for?” She continues to giggle as she checks her appearance, “Have we even met yet?”

“Nope, I’m about to meet you for the first time.” He says grabbing the woman’s hand. “You’re gonna tell me a little bit about us, you’re gonna kiss me on the cheek, then I’m gonna go save the world.” She looks at him and blows out a heaves a melodramatic breath, puffing up her cheeks and raising her brows.

“Well then, no pressure!” She flicks a strand of hair behind her ear and makes her way towards the door and smiles, he can remember the conversation like it’s yesterday.

Right now, she would open the door, breathless because she had just jogged down the hall. She would never keep a person waiting. Her hair is a bit messy, but the smile on her face? Breathtaking. She’ll giggle, apologize for the stain on her pants, then as he tries to walk in she’ll put her hand on his chest.

“You can’t come in!” he can faintly hear her say. ‘Why not?’ he will ask, looking at her, beautiful, and strange, and (at the moment) very much in his way. She’ll reply that he can’t come inside because he lives here. He will be shocked, craning his neck to see any evidence of this. He will faintly see a picture of himself and Neil with their arms thrown around each other. ‘Neil took that picture last night,’ he will think to himself. She will push him outside and shut the door. Then she will talk to him.

She will tell him about how they will meet in the very near future, she will show him her wedding ring, and the ring he will give to her when they first meet, she tells him about their lives, how happy she is to have met him, how happy she is to see him without the grey hairs, how much fun they’re going to have, and he will smile.

He fell in love with her on that porch her step. He fell in love with her, and somewhere in his complicated past and future, she is blissfully unaware of how complicated her life will become. But right now? Right now she is looking up at him with those eyes and, unbeknownst to her, she is saving his life. Then, in approximately one more minute, she will kiss him on the cheek, remind him that the best is ahead of him, and he will make a decision. A decision to live, so that this wonderful woman will be safe, so that he can spare himself that one moment of happiness. Suddenly, his minute is up. She goes back to sitting in her original position, on top of him.

“When did we get so old?” She grins, those familiar star lit eyes peering up at him. And he looks down at her. In awe of her beauty, her kindness.

“Old?” He replies, “you look as young and beautiful as the day we first met!” She laughs, and he hopes that maybe, just maybe, he can make that sound last an eternity.

#tenet #tenet movie #christopher nolan tenet #tenetfilm #the protagonist #john david washington #fanfiction #protagonist x oc #protagonist x platonic!neil #tenet fanfiction

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beeexx · 3 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Tenet (2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death Relationships: Neil/The Protagonist (Tenet) Characters: The Protagonist (Tenet), Neil (Tenet), Ives (Tenet) Additional Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Falling In Love, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Mild Gore, Feelings, Feelings Realization, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Badass, Fighting, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Angst and Tragedy, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

The story of how Neil met The Protagonist for the first time and how their relationship developed.

#tenet #tenet 2020 #neil #the protagonist #neil x protagonist #protagoneil #protagonist x neil #fanfiction #fan fiction #tenet fanfiction #my writings

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glitterparpaing · 3 years

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i can't not think of the scene in tenet where neil says "hey u could've killed me n u didn't do it haha" while making coffee and the protag answers "maybe i got soft" (i mean i only saw the french version and this is the exact translation)

and neil answers

"oh, tu es loin d'être mou :)"

which literally means, AND I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH,

"oh ur far from soft :)"

what???? WHAT?????? and with THAT FACE???

the first time i saw this which was with my mom and my brother in a full movie theater i was like "oh my. god. i've seen fanfictions being more fucking subtle than that wtf are u doing"

and no i WON'T analyze the way the coffee maker opened in that scene bc fuck u let me keep my innocence

and i've seen it three times now (bc u know apart from the gay the movie is really super fucking complicated and i still don't understand it fully) and i'm super fucking sure i'm not the only frenchie who noticed it and also it just. wasn't made to be interprated in any other way bc in french we NEVER say this sentence unless we wanna flirt or talk dirty and french dub what r u doing with my soul

#tenet #mine #french dub fucking me up again #last time was spn now tenet #i will SCREAM #racting roices also #robert pattinson we KNOW #ur lucky u don't have any social media besides a really old reddit #i hate him!!!!!!! wtf rob

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neutron-stars-collision · 4 years

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 1 - The Life Changing Offer

Summary: You receive a mysterious invitation for a job interview and are faced with a fascinating stranger that is definitely not like any employer you’ve ever met before. This is potentially a beginning of something incredible if you’re brave enough to take up the offer...

Warnings: None really. General rating (for now).

Author’s Notes: So here it is, my first attempt at published fanfiction... Sorry for any grammatical errors and such. Thanks to @sh3tani and @piccolini-cuscino for much needed chats and encouragement! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated

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The café was getting increasingly busy with people flooding in for lunch breaks. You were sat at a table near the outskirts of the outdoor dining area. You came to the meeting way too early because that was always safer than arriving on time. Still, you have been glancing at the watch every few seconds, worried you’ve somehow messed it up by being too late or at a wrong place. Once the clock has struck 2pm, your hands began to shake slightly. You have been so focused on trying to deepen anxious breaths that you have not noticed when someone approached the table. Only once your name was mentioned you looked up. The man stood by your table was wearing an expensive looking grey suit and had hair in a dirty shade of blonde. You stood up quickly, surprised by his sudden appearance:

“Hello, hope I haven’t startled you” he smiled and extended a hand.

“Hi” you’ve managed to sober up enough to shake his hand “Sorry, I got lost in thoughts there” you let out a nervous laugh.

“No worries” up close his eyes were very blue “I’m Neil and I hope you are the person I was supposed to meet about work or else I’m in serious trouble” he joked lightly and let go of your hand.

“That’s me” you smiled a little, feeling the tension dissolve.

“Perfect” another dazzling grin sent in your direction.

You had to admit that the guy was a charmer from the get-go. He gestured for you both to sit down and signalled the waitress.

“Hello guys, what do you fancy?”

Before you could place the order, Neil spoke up:

“Café Breve for me” he turned to you and eyed you up quickly with a thoughtful look “And Latte for the lady” You stared at him, one eye brow arched in confusion. He seemed to take in your expression before asking:

“Was I correct?”

“Yeah… but I wasn’t aware my coffee order was part of my work resume” you laughed.

“It wasn’t but I like knowing such details about people” he smirked, and you looked down, suddenly flustered.

This certainly wasn’t looking like an ordinary job interview. Neil was different to any employer you have ever met, and his suave demeanour was starting to make you feel very intrigued. It didn’t help that he was quite fascinating too.

“So shall we begin?” his voice brought you out of daydreams again “I bet you have many questions about this meeting and the job offer”

He was looking at you expectantly, studying your expression. It was as though he has switched into the professional mode now.

“Well yeah, I can’t say the call was very informative” you admitted.

All you knew was that they were searching for someone in your area of expertise – international relations and public safety. And that you have been recommended by your university professor for the role. They haven’t even mentioned the name of the organisation.

“I know and sorry about that” the gentle smile was back, and you couldn’t help but return it “We have a very strong policy of secrecy”

“May I ask who’s ‘we’ then?” his friendliness made you a little braver.

“Of course. I represent Tenet, which is a rather secret organisation that protects the world from quite dangerous threats”

Before you could react, the drinks had arrived and you both fell silent. You could tell that the waitress was interested in Neil and you couldn’t blame her. He was very good-looking. However, he took no notice of her looks. He was still studying you, trying to understand your personality and predict the reactions. You have already impressed him by not being overwhelmed by the situation.

You took a sip of the coffee before asking:

“About how dangerous threats are we talking here?”

His brow furrowed as he took some time to think of the best way to answer your question.

“We’re talking about potential world ending catastrophes”

You stared at him, lips parted in shock. It wasn’t looking like any boring offer that you would find advertised on indeed.co.uk. While you never wanted a desk job, this alternative sounded a bit terrifying. But you were still intrigued. You wanted to know more. You looked back at Neil to see him casually sipping coffee. He was silent, waiting for your reaction. You briefly wondered whether your face was showing any signs of the internal conflict you were feeling. He looked up and your eyes met for a short moment before you averted your gaze and asked:

“Do you mean nuclear level of threat?”

“Not quite” you raised one eyebrow, curious now “We mostly deal with threats of temporal nature. Specifically weapons and ammunition that are being manufactured in the future and are streaming back at us through time”

“Time travelling weapons?” your head begun to hurt.

Definitely not an ordinary job then.

“You could say so” Neil grinned, enjoying your approach to the topic “Though we prefer to call it inversion”

You let out a nervous laugh and shook your head, trying to clear it. Way too much information to take in at once. Neil was looking at you with sympathy in his eyes. “If you want to back out of this, I’d say that this is the moment” he offered.

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your head. It sounded like a dangerous job, something that could maybe even get you killed if things went south. But at the same time it was absolutely fascinating…

Oh why the hell not!

“What kind of work do you have for me then?” you met Neil’s gaze with determination.

“You’re brave. That’s good” he commented, and you shrugged “The offer we have for you involves being a field agent. You would travel on missions with me and other agents. First of course you have to pass the training, but I think that won’t be a problem” he eyed you up again, this time with more playfulness in his eyes.

You blushed and chose to stare at the table for a short while. You felt his gaze on your face. After a beat he broke the silence:

“Do you have any more questions?”

You didn’t know where to begin. Taking a deep breath you chose to ask the most pressing one.

“How does the inversion work?” the foreign word made you frown.

“That’s a very good question. But I think it will be easier if I show you rather than try to explain it” he got up and glanced at you expectantly.

“Now?” you downed the remains of coffee way too fast, coughing as you nearly choked on it.

Neil grinned. You have intrigued him too. He tossed a banknote onto the table. Seeing you start to dig in the purse for money he put a hand on top of yours to stop the movement:

“No need for that. You can treat coffee as one of the work benefits” he smirked and began to walk away, clearly expecting you to follow.

You stared at his back for a second before jogging to catch up. Neil was definitely something else entirely, but you were way too absorbed now to give up. He smiled lightly when he saw you fall into step next to him.

This is definitely a beginning of something strange... and potentially wonderful, you thought while letting him lead you into the unknown. Quite literally.

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