(Reader has no physical description but is AFAB and female-identifying)
💖 = fluff 🌩️ = angst ☀️ = crack 🌶️ = smut
the chronological masterlist
Johnny knows he shouldn't, you're his CO's niece, but god, do you make it hard for him to resist. A forbidden love, packed full of fluff and a sprinkle of angst.
how you meet
how you first meet Johnny, and your uncle's reaction to that 💖☀️
Price has a trophy wife?
Johnny makes a fool of himself, but it's all worth it because he made a pretty girl laugh 💖☀️
the warning
Price very kindly tells Johnny you're off limits 💖🌩️
Price's hands are tied, for now...
Price doesn't know how to keep you away from a very charismatic scotsman who definitely has the hots for you
rule breaker
You're practically delivered to Johnny, you can't blame a man 💖🌶️ (a smidge if you squint)
the point of no return (follow up to rule breaker)
Johnny's resolve breaks, you're everything 💖🌶️
found out
you and Johnny get rumbled. Uncle John is not a happy camper 🌩️💖
t-shirt
Uncle Price doesn’t know how to feel about you wearing Johnny’s t-shirt 💖
the other man
The MacTavish sisters take things into their own hands, and Johnny gets jealous 💖 🌩️ ☀️ (tiniest bit of angst)
if i were a worm
would you still love me if i was a worm? 💖 ☀️
the great escape
the aftermath of Uncle John finding the letter 💖 🌩️
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pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader
summary: The aftermath of Uncle Price finding the letter
warnings: I'm coming back to a year-old fic with a vengeance. fluff and a bit of family drama
a/n: wow so i'm back after a year hiatus. i was travelling and met a guy and then before i knew it my hyper fixation had vanished, butttt it's back with a vengeance now and i truly love this story. i have so much i want to write so i'll try and get out a few more chapters soon! if you want to be taken off/put back on my taglist do let me know.
series masterlist chronological masterlist
You don’t think you’ve ever felt anxiety in the way you’re feeling it now. The walls of your room are spinning in all directions, and your ears are ringing so loudly you can barely hear your own thoughts.
The only thing you can really think of, is shoving as much as you can into your bag. To last you at least a week.
You were sitting down to eat your dinner when Johnny rang, frantically asking you where you were and he was so sorry for coming between you and your Uncle but there’s no way he’s losing you now that he has you.
His garbled nonsense about the whole thing fell on deaf ears, as you switched into ‘sensible-mode’ as your friends called it. You always joked with your Uncle it was just ‘Price crisis management’, which usually made him laugh, ruffle your hair and pull you into a side hug, before announcing that you were his mini-me.
Through the pure panic Johnny was in, you managed to get a quick low-down on the situation. You were enraged. White hot heat flashed up and down your body, as you began to rant into the receiver.
Of course, you love your Uncle, but how dare he believe he can dictate who you can and can’t date. You expected something along the lines of how he isn’t happy about it, and does not appreciate your boyfriend coming over to the house, but you genuinely thought that would be the extent of it, not flying off the handle, dragging Johnny by the shirt and screaming at him in public.
Not to mention the situation in his office, and from how shaken up Johnny was, seemed more like a terrorist interrogation than a warning. You knew you’d have to probably text Ghost, once you’re in the car with Johnny on the way back to his.
The last thing you wanted was to be around your irate Uncle, and you’re pretty sure your fury over the whole situation was even larger than his.
So here you are scrabbling around trying to take as much as you can, before the wrong person comes home. If your Uncle even got a whiff of what you were doing, he would most likely lock you in the garden shed, and keep you on rations until he could figure out where to hide Johnny’s body.
The sound of your phone ringing again is jarring enough to momentarily snap you out of the spiral you were beginning to fall down. It’s Johnny, his sweet voice and soothing words trying his best for you.
It helps, even if only slightly, but it’s enough to get your head working enough to pack more or less what you need. You know you don’t need pyjamas, Johnny’s shirts and a pair of pants was all you needed. Not that the man would let you wear anything else.
Finally you grabbed your laptop case, shoving that into the sleeve of your rucksack and bringing your belongings to the hallway, right next to the front door.
Even in your anger, you wouldn’t want to leave your Uncle worrying about your wellbeing or whereabouts unnecessarily.
I’m staying with Johnny. Do not even think about contacting me unless you intend to apologise.
That was the scribbled note you left in place of the one he’d stolen earlier, yet another thing that had upset you. In all the arguing the letter had been half torn, and covered in mud. Johnny had assured you he would write you a new one, that was word for word with the original, but it wouldn’t be the same.
You’d have to make do with the original, even if it had been tarnished by the rage of your Uncle.
He’d also ruined the moment you were re-united with Johnny after his deployment. You were so looking forward to running into his arms. Being able to breathe him in again, and plastering kisses upon kisses, all over his face.
He’d probably pick you up, spinning the two of you around as he murmured how much he missed you, and you’d hear him tell you that he loved you in person for the very first time.
But no, that had been taken from you. Your greeting was quiet, he didn’t even need to text you to let you know he was here, you were already on the front step, rucksack and suitcase in hand. He didn’t even have time time get out the car before you were throwing the suitcase in the boot and sliding into his passenger seat.
He did however, manage to tell you how much he loved you before pressing a multitude of kisses to your hairline, forehead and nose before catching your lips with his own.
All you could choke out were the three words you had been wishing to tell him since before he left. You didn’t expect his breath to catch in his throat as he buried his face as deeply into your neck as possible.
A few moments pass before he goes to move away, keeping his hand on your thigh, aside from changing gear.
“We’ll be okay,” you reassure as you run your hand up and down the arm currently on your leg.
“We’ll sort it out, and me and you will be okay,” is the only other thing you allow yourself to say about the situation, before connecting your phone to Johnny’s car, quietly playing the playlist you made for the both of you to try and ease the tensions.
As Hereford got further away, and the sanctuary that is Johnny’s apartment got closer, you felt some of the tension in your body slip away, whether that was exhaustion, the fact that you removed yourself from the situation, or the angel of a man sitting on your right, who’s grip on the steering wheel had slowly relaxed you did not know. No longer were his knuckles white, as he steered the car along the route he’d travelled many a time.
It was night by the time you got to Glasgow. Surprisingly warm, even for summer, which made lugging all of your things into the lift that much harder.
Neither of you bothered to unpack, opting for dumping your belongings by the door and collapsing into a heap on the sofa together.
The feels of Johnny’s warmth beneath you wasn’t unwelcome, the flat was cold, after not being lived in for so long, and you were pretty sure you could be in the Savanna and still crave Johnny’s touch after such a long time away from each other.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Johnny mumbles as he tucks your head into the crook of his next, cradling your body even closer.
His touch is featherlight, but it still leaves a burning sensation on your skin. It’s as if your body is still imagining him being thousands of miles away, and your skin is overwhelmed in the best way possible.
“Always.”
You’ve never been in love before. Sure you’ve had a few partners before the man beneath you but nothing serious. Nothing where you can see yourself settling down. You know it’s fast, and you’ll never admit this to him just yet, but it’s what you want.
You know you need to be with him for at least a few years before bringing up more serious talks about your future together, but it’s not even a question in your mind as to whether there will be one.
There wouldn’t be if your Uncle had anything to do with it.
He’s currently sat on the sofa in the living room, head in his hands as your note rests upon the coffee table. The fury has died down but the betrayal hasn’t. He can’t believe the way you’re acting. Like a child running away from all responsibility.
By the time daylight comes around you’re still tangled up with Johnny on the sofa as he lets out tiny snores. For an alert soldier you’re surprised at just how much of a heavy sleeper he is. You suppose it’s like an off switch for him. As soon as he’s off duty, he’s out like a light, and sleeping through everything and anything.
He’s even sleeping through you moving all his limbs to escape his embrace and leaping off of the sofa, as you make a beeline for the kitchen.
As you open the fridge you’re not surprised to see it bare, of course there wouldn’t be anything left over. So now you’re on a mission to also steal Johnny’s keys, sneak out of the flat, go down to Tesco, and sneak back in all without waking up the bear of a man drooling on the sofa.
20 minutes later you’re back with two full bags of shopping and Johnny’s moved to his front, dribbling onto the sofa cushion, with one hand hanging off the side.
Of course the thing to rouse him from his slumber is the smell of bacon. Once again he’s wrapping his large arms around your waist, and pressing sloppy kisses down your neck.
“I should make you stay every time I come off deployment if I’m treated to this. My beautiful girlfriend cooking me breakfast after cuddling with me all night.”
“Mmm,” you hum, as you gently sway with him, to the music coming through the speaker.
For all the chaos that’s gone on in the past twelve hours, this reprieve makes it almost worth it. Domesticity is something the both of you crave, and being able to have that together is more than anything either of you could ask for.
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i figured some of you might prefer to read the series in chronological order rather than release order. once a part has been posted i'll add it here as well in the correct timeline!
how you meet
how you first meet Johnny, and your uncle's reaction to that 💖☀️
Price has a trophy wife?
Johnny makes a fool of himself, but it's all worth it because he made a pretty girl laugh 💖☀️
the warning
Price very kindly tells Johnny you're off limits 💖🌩️
Price's hands are tied, for now...
Price doesn't know how to keep you away from a very charismatic scotsman who definitely has the hots for you 💖☀️
rule breaker
you're practically delivered to Johnny, you can't blame a man 💖🌶️ (a smidge if you squint)
the point of no return
Johnny's resolve breaks, you're everything 💖🌶️
t-shirt
Uncle Price doesn’t know how to feel about you wearing Johnny’s t-shirt 💖
the other man
the MacTavish sisters take things into their own hands, and Johnny gets jealous 💖 🌩️ ☀️ (tiniest bit of angst)
found out
you and Johnny get rumbled. Uncle John is not a happy camper 🌩️💖
the great escape
the aftermath of Uncle John finding the letter 💖 🌩️
Shoutout to this customer at work who didn't know the difference between a bolt and a yard of fabric and put in an order for 8 bolts and then freaked out when it got here and said she didn't want it. we have enough burlap to clothe a small village because of you. What the fuck are we supposed to do with this. We could make individual sacks for every fucking potato in Idaho. We could supply table runners to every single rustic themed white lady pinterest wedding in the continental united states and still have enough to become a rice bag manufacturer. I hope you dream in burlap
The hypocrisy and double standards are absolutely astounding.
Drivers trying to use their voice and platform to make a genuine difference in the lives of marginalised peoples and communities and for the greater good of society and humanity?? Not allowed
FIA president making an overtly political statement by congratulating a corrupt, racist, sexist, convicted sexual abuser and felon on his electoral victory?? Sure go right ahead
you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off, and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern. it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this
Potentially controversial but I strongly believe Fred/Hermione and George/Hermione to be superior variations of Dramione.
Years of school-time bickering and a handful of unpleasant confrontations? Check.
A shared vocabulary and ready-made intimacy derived from surviving the same war? Check.
A pure blood wizard guiding and educating Hermione on wizarding culture while she in turn introduces them to muggleisms? Check.
Yet in this case it is free from the ickiness that is Draco’s deeply embedded classism and bigotry and the unmitigated abuse he hurled at Hermione while they were at school.
And this is why I will stand behind a hermione/twins pairing forever
