Willingly
Russell Adler x Bell!Reader
cw: angst, implication of stockholm syndrome.
There's a sound resonating in the confines of your head and he said nothing to you. Your eyes were beginning to sting as a knot sat at the back of your throat and you blinked, staring at the man lying beside you. He had been at the mercy of his own anger for so long that the look of peace on his face made him look like a stranger.
Lying like a corpse in a casket, thin lips pressed together, chest raising and falling with each breath he took, and you watched him like a pervert. His scar cut through the darkness of the morning like a crack in window, allowing a coldness to wash over you. It was the same mouth that had curved as he lied to your face and when your eyes drifted downwards to his hands resting against his stomach, you gulped hard.
Those were the hands hand that had held that needle and this was the man who had intended on killing you on that cliff edge and you were in bed together, domesticated and all - living the American dream, willingly.
You'd spent a lot of nights like this, sitting and staring at him, wondering if you'd made the right decision to fall into the enemy all to land on the conclusion that it was better than landing in the cold palm of deaths. But with each passing second and every night that passed you by, you were growing more and more unsure of whether or not there was a lot separating the pair of them from one another.
Was he really purgatory, or was he a liar?
He grunted out your name and you blinked, seeing the slight glint of well rested eyes staring back at you through the darkness. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you answered with a tight-lipped smile. He settled his hand against your waist. Gentle. He was gentle. "Just... woke up, haven't been able to get back to sleep."
"C'mere," he urged, and you listened, lying back down against the bed, body turned into his as he wrapped his arms around you. Your head settled against his chest, breathing in the scent of an old cigarette and whisky as he brushed his fingers through you hair.
You don't know where the conviction came from, but you said, "I love you."
You heard the curve of his lips when he answered you and screwed your eyes shut as though he'd raised his hand at you when he said, "I love you too, darling."
I have a yandere theme headcannon/imagine for Adler(Cold War). Where he grows extremely protective/possessive of Bell!Reader to the point of managing to convince the higher up to give her to him completely after Final countdown(she isn’t killed but given to Adler for him to decide her fate). Maybe a little dose of smut as well. Please and thank you
Anon cause I wish to test the waters first
Yandere!Adler x Bell!Reader HCs
-Adler knew he fucked up. He promised himself that you were nothing more than a weapon to be shaped and used by him. But he grew attached.
-When you were too mentally unstable to even take care of yourself, he would feed you by hand, clean you up after you’d throw up, comb the knots out of your hair.
-The way you’d look at him and *needed* him to live, it made him feel *something* for once in his life.
-You were made to be with him *LITERALLY*, he implanted false memories into you that you and him served and killed together in Vietnam.
-After disarming the nukes from Perseus, the CIA let him decide your fate. He took you to that cliff over the Arctic ocean and told himself to pull out his weapon and kill you right there. But he didn’t.
-He turned to you and decided you could stay with him. With the help of Park, he manage to convince her that you were still vital to finding Perseus + you knew how to read and write in Russian.
-“We need to give them a different cover story. The first one was too impersonal. We need them to give them a reason to trust and want to help us.” He told Park. A few more syringes and the story of you and Adler being together was made.
-Park thought Alder was disgusting for doing this but the missions took priority and if this is what they had to do, then she wouldn’t protest.
-After another bad night of you tossing and turning in mental anguish and the effects of the MK Ultra serum. Adler had sat on your bed to put a cold compress onto your forehead. You had looked into his eyes and leaned into him… you kissed his lips and Adler didn’t stop you.
-You loved him….
-Afterwards you questioned him less, you leaned into his touches, translated whatever he needed and he could now calm you with his words, you were more controllable.
-You were now rewarded with date nights, compliments and gifts from Adler.
-Imagine how happy Adler is now that his lil brainwashed toy is now happily sucking his cock and telling him all they know about Perseus.
-After you’re told about MK Ultra and being brainwashed, you rightfully felt betrayed. But the memories of the passionate nights of love and the memories of you two working together mix into those feelings of betrayal.
Over the past few days since Kieran saved Arthur and joined the gang, you noticed how he kept his distance from you, tending to the horses and keeping mostly to himself. The incident in the stable seemed to have left quite an impact on him. During your encounters, he would quickly avert his gaze and hurry away whenever possible.
Observing Kieran from afar as he brushed The Count's mane, you couldn't help but smile at the memory of your shared intimate encounter in the stable. His obvious discomfort only made the situation more enticing for you. Gripping your pistol tightly, you imagined the helpless expression on his face when you held him the way you did.
Suddenly, Micah's voice broke through your thoughts. "That's disgusting," he sneered, having caught you in the act of fantasizing about Kieran.
Turning towards him, you observe as he sits beside you on the log and takes out his own pistols to clean.
"What do you mean 'disgusting'?" you ask curiously, knowing full well what he meant but wanting clarification nonetheless.
With a roll of his eyes, Micah responds, "The way you're lusting after that idiot horse fucker, it's plain gross."
"Perhaps," you mused aloud as you continued cleaning your weapon, occasionally stealing glances at Kieran. "But I enjoy watching him squirm."
This prompted another scoff from Micah who glared at Kieran from afar. "He's an O'Driscoll," he stated firmly, reminding everyone within earshot of his background.
"He's mine," you say calmly as you examine the barrel of your pistol.
Micah has lived with you long enough to recognize your words as a subtle warning. He understood the underlying message – hands off.
Micah grits his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly. "No wonder our father disowned you," he muttered under his breath.
~~~~~~
"Want a treat?" Keiran whispered as the silver Arabian sniffed curiously at Kieran's pocket
Keiran set the brush down before digging into his pockets and pulling out a small horse treat. He opened his palm as he reached out. "Here you go, big guy."
The count nuzzled his palm eagerly, taking the offering between large teeth.
"I think he likes you," you comment from behind him, startling Kieran as he turns around suddenly upon hearing your voice.
"M-Mr. Bell," Kieran stammered upon realizing it was you standing behind him. His entire body language screamed uncertainty as he looked ready to bolt at any given moment.
It's clear that the incident still haunts him.
Reaching out slowly, you place a hand on his shoulder, careful not to frighten him further. "Please, call me (Y/N)," you said kindly, attempting to put him at ease.
Despite your efforts to seem friendly, Kieran remained cautious and uneasy around you, still regarding you with caution as if waiting for an attack at any second.
Remembering what John had shared earlier, you mention, "I heard you wanted to go fishing." Given his current situation within the gang, it seemed unlikely anyone else would volunteer to accompany him out of camp grounds.
Nervously playing with his fingers, Kieran hesitated before responding to your offer. "I uh…" he trailed off, clearly unsure about your intentions.
Recognizing his apprehension, you offered reassurance by saying, "I wouldn't mind going with you."
Kieran's eyes brightened for a brief moment before settling back into uncertainty once more. Clearly, he struggled with deciding if the prospect of fishing was worth risking being alone with you outside of camp.
Rubbing his shoulder, you leaned close to whisper encouragingly in his ear, "If you feel like going, just come find me, and we'll go."
As you pulled away, your lips grazed against his earlobe, sending shivers through his body.
Without giving him time to react further, you turned to walk back to the log, leaving Kieran alone with his thoughts.
~~~~~~
Though grateful that you accompanied him outside of camp grounds, Kieran couldn't help but feel unsettled by your presence.
He held onto his fishing rod tightly, trying hard not to let his anxiety show while resisting the urge to constantly check over his shoulder where he knew you were watching intently.
Sitting on the grass nearby, you watched intently as Kieran stood at the water's edge, casting his line into the river. Memories of assisting him in the stable resurfaced – specifically, witnessing his anxious expression filled with tears aroused an unexpected response in you.
You wanted to see it again.
After several hours of patiently waiting for a bite, Kieran finally managed to catch five fish.
Along with praising his success, you decided to provoke him a bit.
"Nice job, O'Driscoll," you teased playfully, eager to gauge his reaction.
As expected, Kieran frowned deeply, reminding you sternly, "I'm not an O'Driscoll!"
Amused by his reaction, you couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he appeared when riled up.
Once Kieran calmed down, he stood around awkwardly. He wasn't sure what to do next. Looking nervous, he asked tentatively, "So… do we head back?"
Shrugging nonchalantly, you replied, "Only if you want to," as you began walking towards a shaded area under a tree. Leaning against its trunk, you settled comfortably against its cool surface while enjoying the respite from the sun's heat.
Gesturing to the open spot beside you, Kieran reluctantly decided that he would rather be on your good side than your bad.
Cautiously, he joined you beneath the tree, sitting close enough for companionship but far enough to keep a safe distance between the two of you.
Suddenly feeling a strong grasp on his shoulder, Kieran was startled when you pulled him closer to you. "Come on, Duffy," you taunted playfully, "Don't be shy."
Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a journal and ink pen before starting to write something within its pages.
Meanwhile, Kieran remained silent beside you, struggling to think of ways to fill the awkward silence hanging between you both.
Trying to break the tension, Kieran asked curiously, "What are you writing?"
"A letter," you replied casually without taking your eyes off your paper, "to my older brother."
Kieran looked confused, asking, "Micah?"
Snorting in amusement, you clarified, "No, my other one - Amos."
The sound of your pen scratching against paper echoed softly amidst the quiet forest ambiance until finally, you finished writing and placed away your materials inside your bag.
Turning towards Kieran, you shared a mischievous grin before raising a finger to your lips, "Let's keep this a secret between us, okay? Micah would kill us if he found out."
Kieran's eyes widened with fear at the thought, nodding quickly in agreement.
Standing up abruptly, you clapped your hands once and instructed Kieran to gather the fish they had caught earlier.
"Grab the fish bucket; we're heading back now," you ordered, eager to return home after a successful day of fishing.
Nodding obediently, Kieran rose to collect the bounty before following closely behind you on the journey back to camp.
Gazing at the sky turning golden orange as the sun set, you realized nightfall wouldn't arrive until much later, leaving plenty of time to make it back to camp without worrying about navigating through darkness.
With each step taken along the trail leading home, Kieran followed closely behind, carrying the bucket of fish in his hands.
As the two of you continued walking, Kieran began to feel an increasing urge to relieve himself. His heart raced with anxiety at the thought of what might happen if you discovered he needed to pee. His bladder felt like it could burst any moment, making him squirm uncomfortably with every step closer to camp.
Unable to hold back any longer, Kieran let out a small whimper that caught your attention immediately.
Turning to face him with curiosity, you raised an eyebrow and questioned, "What was that?"
Kieran stuttered nervously, attempting to come up with a plausible excuse for his unusual behavior. "I-I'm fine! Just a sneeze," he lied poorly, hoping you wouldn't suspect anything amiss.
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously as you scanned Kieran's body language. Noticing his tightly crossed legs, you couldn't help but smirk deviously. "You gotta pee, don't you?"
Kieran's face fell, realizing his cover was blown. He stumbled through another lie, desperately trying to maintain his cover-up. "No, I-I don't have to go!"
Laughing heartily, you approached Kieran and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Does the little O'Driscoll need help to pee again?" you teased playfully, enjoying his discomfort.
Kieran's bladder throbbed painfully, causing him to squirm uncontrollably as he tried desperately not to lose control of his bladder.
"No, I don't…and I'm not an O'Driscoll!" he insisted with a whimper, growing increasingly distressed by your closeness.
"Is that right?" you mused aloud, your hand trailing lower to press firmly against his straining bladder. Kieran's knees nearly gave out beneath him, but you steadied him against a nearby tree for support.
"S-stop that," Kieran pleaded weakly, his voice barely above a whisper as he squirmed helplessly in your grasp, attempting to escape your touch.
Helping Kieran sit down against the tree trunk, you chuckled teasingly. "You're going to burst if you keep it in," you warned playfully.
Kieran began fumbling with his belt buckle, knowing full well the consequences of holding it in any longer. Your arm squeezed his waist playfully, adding pressure to his already strained bladder.
As Kieran undid his button, revealing his flaccid penis, you let out a low whistle. "No union suit?" you teased. Kieran's face flushed with embarrassment as he turned away from your gaze.
Your hand reached out and encircled his member, eliciting a surprised squeak from Kieran as he snapped his head back towards you in shock.
"Well then? Pee," you encouraged, as if this was a perfectly normal request.
Kieran stuttered, "I-I can't," too embarrassed to relieve himself despite the pressure on his bladder bordering on painful.
Beginning to slowly stroke his cock, you press your cheek against his, coaxing him with a gentle whisper. "Don't be shy, come on," you cooed softly.
Kieran trembled uncontrollably, his bladder screaming for release as he fought against his instincts to get hard.
Kieran's cock gradually stiffened in your warm hand, his breathing becoming shallow as you continued stroking him with increasing pressure. Pressing your thumb against the sensitive tip, you felt him twitch in response.
The former O'Driscoll had transformed into a blubbering mess, whimpering and mumbling incoherently as he clung to you like a needy puppy. "Please… I can't… ugh," he managed to utter through his gasps and moans.
As you pressed a gentle kiss against his quivering lips, Kieran's resolve broke entirely. Letting out a loud wail, he thrust his hips forward and released a powerful stream of urine into the air, splattering the ground in front.
"Woah there!" you exclaimed playfully, redirecting his spurting cock away from both of you as he emptied his bladder with forceful streams of hot urine onto the damp earth, steaming slightly. Keiran buried his face in your shoulder, ashamed of his loss of control but unable to stop the flow of urine gushing from him.
Kieran whimpered into your shoulder, desperate to finish relieving himself as quickly as possible. He shakes as he tries to force himself to pee harder. You laughed softly and planted a tender kiss on his head while continuing to stroke his throbbing cock, encouraging him to let it all out.
As the stream of urine began to weaken, Kieran slowly pulled away from your shoulder, his face flushed with embarrassment and tears staining his cheeks as he realized what he had done in front of you. You shake his hard cock to get rid of any remaining droplets of piss.
"Good boy," you cooed softly, planting a kiss on his damp cheek. Kieran sniveled quietly, unable to meet your gaze as shame washed over him.
Continuing to stroke his cock, you pressed another kiss to his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his tears on your lips.
Picking up the pace of your strokes, Kieran let out a deep groan as his hands flew to grasp your body for support. Initially hesitant, he eventually turned his head towards yours, meeting your for a kiss.
~~~~~~
As you and Kieran returned to camp, Lenny stood guard and greeted you both with a wave. However, upon noticing Keiran's puffy eyes, he shot you a questioning look. Ignoring his gaze, you continued walking past Lenny without offering any explanation.
Kieran cast an embarrassed glance your way before heading towards the stables, likely to tend to the horses in an attempt to regain some sense of normalcy after the intimate encounter you both shared.
You calmly walked over to the wooden table where Micah was sharpening his knife and sat down across from him.
Without even glancing up, he commented harshly, "You smell like piss."
"I know," you replied nonchalantly, staring at the stable entrance as Keiran disappeared inside.
Micah paused mid-grind on the whetstone and slowly raised his head to look at you.
The year is 1983. After Solovetsky you worked for MI6 for a year before moving back with the CIA with some helpful connections and been there for almost a year now.
Warnings/Tags: Established!Adler/Bell, Soft Angst, Past Brainwashing, Fluff
My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)
Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)
Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)
Russell—Рассел (Rassel)
My- мой Рассел (moy)
Adler did not think he would have a trying day today, with working on these files constantly for the past few weeks to catch Perseus, he was hoping for a small reprieve. At least away from the affect of that man and to the free world and taking up all his time and mind. Only once he finally gets home, locking the door behind him and calling out for you does he find you groaning and singing a nonsensical song about puzzles in Russian on the couch, all limbs everywhere and head nodding offbeat to your song and smelling like how he imagines Russians always smell when they’re not being intent on destroying the free world.
He sighed with lips quirked, walking up to you.
“What happened to you while I was out?” He noticed a note on the coffee table, seeing it was signed by Park that they had an outing and Bell went a little overboard with her and Rivas since it’s been some time they met up with one another. He chuckled, amused before dropping the note and squatting by your form with your eyes closed and hands moving like a conductor, his lips forming an affectionate smirk. “Come on, Bell. Let’s get to bed.”You blinked, blearily before tipping your head exaggeratedly towards him and squinting.
“Mmmm. . . ‘m not tired. You go,” you waved your hand at him in a shooing motion sloppily before it falling back to your stomach like dead weight. “дерьмо,” you cursed in Russian, the der’mo in a slur. “Heavy arm.”
You did go overboard today. You usually could handle the liquor.
“Come on,” he said encouragingly. “The bed would be more comfortable. I can count on it.”
“Mmmm. . .” You nodded. “Okayyyy.” You sat up, a little shakily. Adler moved to grab you to take you to the bed instead but you moved his hand away and shaking your head, muttering that you got this as you stood up with a slight wobble before moving to the stairs. Him behind you to make sure you don’t fall and ready to catch if needed.
Once they reached the bedroom they’ve been sharing the past year since you came back from your time in MI6. A wise decision in the end. You needed to keep your distance just like he had to. And not just from the CIA either.
“It was never personal.”
This is not the fucking day to think about this right now, Adler took off his jacket and began changing to sleep wear as you went inside their bathroom. Perhaps doing it a little roughly as he took off his shades, glaring at them before pinching the bridge of his nose and placing the glasses on the nightstand. He looked over to the bathroom and headed downstairs quickly. Can’t have Bell wake up too bad. Although it seems we both might be fucked up.
He came back with a glass of water and aspirin with some crackers, seeing you were still in the bathroom and placed the items on your side of the bed atop the table.
You were probably having trouble due to your state, Adler realized as he slightly mussed his hair before moving to stand up to knock only for you open the door, your own nightwear on being a white slip. When you still didn’t move from the door and only seemed to stare at him in bewilderment at his half naked form, he moved to lay down with an inviting smirk as he patted the empty space next to him.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart. Let’s go. I promise I’ll stay with you tomorrow to help you recover from the shitty hangover you’ll have. Sorry I couldn’t come sooner today, you know how it is.” When you still didn’t move and just furrowed your brows at the nickname of sweetheart, he decided to change tactics as he sat against the headboard. “I can call ahead tomorrow to have the next two days off if you want and not just tomorrow. Go see that movie that came out—what was it? Star Trek? Star Battle? Whichever one. I can use a break myself from all this.”
You raised your hands, motioning them back and forth in denial as you frowned.
“You’re handsome and all but no thanks.”
Adler blinked, slowly. Assessing. Came up blank.
“What?”
You moved to the foot of the bed, looking at the ground with a focus you have only for decryption as you answered.
“ ’m doin’ those thiiiings with the most handsomesssst man on the planet. моя любовь,” moy lyubov you said lovingly in a sigh.
You are completely out of it, Adler observed, his smirk forming into an amused fond smile as he leaned his head against his hand as he laid back on the bed and watched you gather extra blankets and placing them on the floor.
“Alright,” he said, he’s sure if you were sober you would hear his smug tone and call him out on it but you only did a distracted noise as you bunched blankets and towels down there. “I’ll bite. What makes him so better than what you have right here?”
It was as if a light was switched, you perking up with arms filled with blankets as you bunched them to your chest, eyes bright.
“Where to start?” You asked yourself, a smile on your face that made his eyes soften looking at you but his smug amusement did not fade. Your words continued to slur or you having to start back up again as you spoke. “His hair. It bounces like a мяч in the play place—play ground. Up and down when he nods or just—moves his head a kind of way. Like having it’s own разум. It’s so soft when I touch it—like wheat or melted snow because he’s slowly getting gray hair. I don’t tell him that.”
He’s not dyeing his hair. But the fact you don’t seem to mind the physical affect of his age made his chest warm as you kept going, putting a hand to your cheek.
“And his eyes. His blue, deep, strong eyes.” You practically squealed, hiding your face with the blanket and giggling as he chuckled with you at your innocent excitement. You peeked your eyes from under the blanket, your voice slightly muffled due to the blanket. “красивая. The most beautiful one’s I’ve ever seen. I could drown in those eyes and I would be okay with it when I first saw them, they’re so красивая—beautiful. Pretty. He always wears these ah—eh—the word. очки? оттенки? No—um, oh! Sunglasses!”
Your eyes lit in realization, moving to sit on the chest in front of the bed as you went on with adoration in your eyes that Adler doesn’t know whether to warm at or get uncomfortable just how much there was in your eyes for a man like him. After what he did. His eyes took a far off look as you stared down at the blankets on your lap.
“He covered them a lot. I always. . . wanted to see. He did it for a reason. So I couldn’t see. Even though I think he knew I wanted to.” You sighed, your lips than turning sad and Adler is getting a growing suspicion of why you drank so much today. “It took some время, but I saw them. But that’s not all—“
“You don’t gotta keep going, kid.” There it was. Guilt. “Come here. I’ll call tomorrow. I’ve been away from you too—“
You just went on like he didn’t even speak.
“мой Рассел.” You said in a breath, the Russian way you spoke his name always making him stop whatever he was doing and look at you. This was no different as he moved to sit up on the bed. “He’s—he’s a good man. He doesn’t think so, моя любовь.” Even the way you said “my love” kept his attention as you went on softy. “He does a lot. Makes me—has me—makes sure I’m safe. And I feel safe with him. Despite. . .” You stopped, frowning as you stared down at the blankets. Adler stayed where he was, rooted to the spot. He’s not sure he’s even breathing. “The world. It takes a lot from him. The world needs to be safe too. But he. . . he balances a lot. His work. Me. His work and me at once. Everyone always takes from him but when can he—he needs breaks too. I—“
You stopped, blinking as you looked around once more with watery eyes compared to before. Quickly standing up it almost made you fall over as you darted your eyes everywhere and having him sit in attention.
“Bell? What’s—“
“мой Рассел!” You said loudly, eyes meeting his. Filled with water yet determination and love he doesn’t deserve after everything but you give freely because they’re both insane apparently. “He needs me. I need to find him. It’s late and he’ll be worried and he’ll be alone again and I’ll be alone without him again and I—“
He stood up, walked up to you and tugged to him in one fell swoop. Wrapping his arms around your shaking desperate form as he shushed you quietly. His skin was gathering wetness but he doesn’t care, but you seem to as you shook your head and pushed him away and telling him you can’t cause you have Russell and he’ll be sad and you love him too much for him to be sad.
He pulled back a tad, grabbing your hand on his bare chest before going to the scar on his shoulder with a wry smirk he didn’t quite feel. Your fingers on the slightly concave part of his skin in a shape of a hole.
“It’s me, kid.”
You crinkled your brows, staring at the scar as you touched it gently. Softly. Pressing and grazing and your touch bringing chills to his spine but he did not move as he stared down at you.
You moved your reddened eyes towards his, connecting as your eyes widened. Relief.
“Russell!” You darted forward, wrapping your arms around him as you nuzzled him. Him taking a slight step back due to how strong you moved forward, but wrapping his arms around you just as strongly. Bringing you as close as possible as he put his chin to your head. You kept nuzzling him as if you could breathe and he could feel your smile despite having his chest hair in your face. “I missed you.”
He moved to put his mouth to your neck, giving it a soft kiss before taking in your scent.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.”
You pulled back a bit, putting a hand to his scarred cheek as you thumbed it lovingly as you stared at him the same way. He did not think such a look would make himself soften yet get a pang within.
You frowned for a split second at his subtly stricken eyes before giving him a comforting peck to his lips.
“What’s wrong?” You questioned.
Adler’s lips formed into a sarcastic smile.
“Just that you’re too good for me.”
“No,” you say, smiling softly at him as you rugged him to bed like he wasn’t trying to do the same to you earlier. “I think we’re in the same place in terms of good.”
Adler chuckled, you not letting go of his hand as you went to your side and he went to his before you placed your head on his shoulder and nuzzled once more, humming in content. You moved a hand to his shoulder with the bullet wound scar just as he had a hand of yours in your left shoulder.
“Glad you recognize me and it took the matching shitty scars we gave each other.”
You made a noise in the back of your throat, distracted.
“I’ll never not know it’s you, моя любовь.”
Adler laughed at that, making him shake and you pout as he did it before he quieted and pulled you to be on top as you squealed. You giggling happily and adoringly as you had your chin on his chest and had your shining eyes on him. Only him. Always him.
He leaned up to kiss you, you opening easily for him as he tasted you slowly. Reverently. The kiss saying everything he wishes to say but the words always stuck in his throat. You always knew though, as you put a hand to the hair you love so much and weaved your fingers through it.
He pulled away, gazing up at you as he rubbed your back in an up and down motion. You closing your eyes with a sigh as you laid your cheek against him to get comfortable, your body relaxed on top of him.
“We’re going to see a movie tomorrow.” You made a noise to show you were listening as he brought his lips to your head, grazing it as he spoke and giving it a peck. “After you recover though. Promise me you won’t drink like this again, Bell. I’ll see what I can do to not be away from you long.”
You lifted your head groggily, blinking slowly in confusion.
Perhaps he was wrong than. It still doesn’t add up though. At his questioning look, you moved your eyes to the side and away. Before looking back at him and putting a hand to his scarred cheek.
“Don’t be sad.” You say and Adler already expects the worst. Was it the nightmares he gave you? It was hard at first to calm you when they decided to move in together, but you eventually always did if he shushed you and grabbed you to go on top of him. The irony not lost on him that only he could make you feel safe again. “I. . . the voices were loud today.”
It didn’t take long for Adler to connect it. The affects of MK-Ultra still affecting you, some days harsher than others. Today must’ve been bad if you got this far.
You kissed him before he could ask, a press of the lips to calm and to soothe. Of forgiveness and devotion.
You pulled away and you pressed your forehead against his.
“I’m okay now. I have мой красивый Рассел with me.”
Adler doesn’t think you will ever be okay. But he won’t ever be either. An insane couple meant for each other. So he just smirked up at you as he cocked a brow at you, hand behind his head.
“The handsomest?”
You huffed and kissed him instead in answer. And he met you. He’ll always meet you.
He’ll do whatever it takes for that.
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I can write fluff too. Don't worry! But some sadness is the standard with these two.
I have other works in my plans besides finishing For Whom the Bell Tolls, just be patient with that. Hope you guys enjoy!
Sorry if Adler was a little off here, did my best with his POV.
any safehouse crew x bell!reader headcanons? can be fluffy or angsty, whichever you prefer to write 🥺 i adore your work!
Aw, thank you!! Yeah, I'd love to share to some headcannons! These are sort of a mixed bag regarding fluff/angst, but I think they're mostly nicey-nicey :)
Sorry for your wait, but I hope you enjoy 💖
Adler
His relationship with you is such a tangled mess
He shouldn't even be doing this, not after all he's done to you and is still doing, but...
He just can't help but fall for you
Your memories of being with him during the war may be fake, but to you they're all too real
You know him better then anyone else, maybe even more then Sims
This whole thing started because you wanted to get to know him, to fill in the gaps and to continue growing the bond that only exists in your mind
Every day he struggles with the knowledge that what he's doing is wrong, along with the constant badgering about it from Hudson, Sims, and Park
But he's never felt this close, let alone wanted, by someone in his entire life
There'll come a day when the lid blows right off all this and explodes in his face for sure
Just... Not yet, he hopes
Hudson
If there's one person here who should not be getting involved with you... It's him
Adler and Park may be your handlers, but he's the one overseeing the entire operation
You wouldn't even be here if he hadn't passed down the orders from the higher ups
If there's nothing else you take away from this, he would have you know that there is much, much more at risk here then his mere job if he was found messing around with you
Hudson tried everything to resist you
You and your charming voice
You and your beguiling looks
You and your kindness and patient soul
His will was strong, but the flesh is oh so weak
No one has ever treated him like you do
Just an ounce of respect and a surprising, never ending stream of kindness...
What else is a lonely man to do?
Adler and Park know nothing, this is a term you both agreed on
And they never will, because as soon as your work here is done...
He will stop at nothing to keep you safe
Lazar
He knows, he knows...
He should be doing this
But damn it if you aren't just so... Loveable
Lazar has a big heart that just bursting at the seams with love to give
You'd think such a friendly fellow would be popular in the dating pools, but...
It would seem not so
He'll be honest, he was going to make moves towards Park...
Mostly because, between the two of you, she wasn't strictly off limits
But you were his first choice
And when Helen shut him down, well...
Why not at least try?
He never expected you to actually take to him
He deals with constant reprimands, but he dismisses them every time
No one knows what it's like to be so full of love and have no one to give it too
And now that he has you...
He'll be damned if anyone tries to take you away from him
Mason
Geez... All Mason wants is a stable relationship with someone who loves him and has the grit to see past his flaws
He's been taking his meds and seeing his psych, but the numbers and mind jacking still bother him
In fact, they very well might for the rest of his life
He feels so broken
So unlovable and far too damaged to even be an option for anyone else out there
So... Why are you so interested in him?
At first he brushes it off as a star struck kid, and maybe, at first it was, but then...
Things start to get serious
He meet up with you after work hours
You both get to talking and relating to one another through your memories of warfare and the current mission
You tell him you've seen plenty of things just as crazy as what's going on with him, and people that are twice that bad
He doesn't scare you, not one bit
Acceptance is all he's ever wanted, and to have found it in you feels better then anything he ever could've dreamed of
He falls for you so hard, he rarely let's you out of his sight and tries to get on as many of your missions as possible
Park
This whole op is a well oiled machine and she's the one driving it
Hudson and Adler may act like they're in charge, but they'd be nothing without her helping to hold them and you in line
She's a woman of rules, decorum, and conduct
There's a way to do things and a way not to, simple as that
And yet for all that, she still cannot understand how she's fallen in with you
She should be holding you at arms length at best, and yet here she is stealing kisses and playing with your hair when no one is looking
Maybe she's too much of a sucker for a good forbidden romance story
Or maybe there's always been something in you that's spoken to her from the beginning
A certain way you carry and conduct yourself
So brave and strong...
The kind of person she aspires to be, deep down...
Soon she starts saying things like "what's the worst that could happen" and "no one has to know"
And before long, she knows she could never let you go
When this mission is over, she swears to set you free from the mental prison and living hell she helped put you in, no matter the outcome for your relationship
She loves you too much to see you suffer
Sims
He has the exact same problem as Adler
You know him too damn well
Except... You don't really know him at all, huh?
It takes him so long to wrap his mind around that one...
But the more and more you keep coming to him, asking about things like 'Nam and his time in the war...
The more and more that line becomes muddled
How much have you been programmed to know, and how much did you learn naturally, just from getting to know him?
It's hard being a Vietnam vet you know...
Everyone blames you for the loss of the war, and no one wants much to do with a soldier in general, he guesses
Too much of a headache when you could just get a nice, normal person, right?
But old Vietnam vets get lonely too you know...
So you know what? Who gives a damn
This whole thing with you and mk ultra was screwed from the start, and who knows where the end will take you
If nothing else, if not even for his own benefit, he may as well give you the respect enough to enjoy a little fling
He treats it seriously. Very seriously.
He even grows to truly love you
Maybe that's why he's so scared for you
Woods
Here's a man who'd go his whole life proclaiming he'll never settle down and had no interest in doing so
He's a lone wolf, a life long solider, and far too fucked up for a stable relationship anyhow
At least... That's what he'll say
The truth is he yearns for what Mason and Hudson have
A happy little family and cozy home to protect and care for
He wants to feel needed, wanted even
And he'll never get that from long hours at the practice range and lonely weekend nights spent in his living room
He takes the same approach as Mason would at first
He brushes you off as a starry eyed fan and nothing more
But you know... He's never had anyone care enough to be a "fan" before
Alex laughs at him and keeps saying he's letting his ego get to his head, but what the fuck does he know?
He's got all that shit with the numbers and reznov stuck in his head, and yet he still has someone to go home to each night
So he does it, he gets involved with you
And it's the best damn feeling in the whole world
He loves you relentlessly and soon finds he can't bear to be away from you for too long
Mason will never let him life it down, but you know what?
