Marsh always reaches out with his Bronze to feel you. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until it becomes a habit to search for your Allomantic pulses, just to make sure you’re there with him, whether you give off the staccato beat of pewter or the rhythmic undulations of zinc.
A lot of his displays of affection are shown through action rather than verbal affirmations. He’s not really one for sappy, doting words. No, instead it’s little things, like putting your coat on for you before you two go out, bringing your favorite breakfast to you in the mornings, or keeping a protective hand on your lower back at all times.
Despite his hardened exterior, Marsh’s iron eyes always soften slightly when they land on you.
You two would clash at first, even if it’s only a bit. Marsh’s sternness can take some time getting used to, and so it would take some time for both of you to click (whether it be because you have your own headstrong streak or a bubbly nature that contrasted with his jaded state).
Once you two are an item, he always makes small acts of possessiveness. He always wants to have a palm on your waist or his hand laced with yours.
Before you two become exclusive, however, he’s very cautious of physical touch—at least initiating it. You’d need to be the one to start it. The moment your head rests on his shoulder for the first time on a stakeout, though, he tenses only for a moment before relaxing.
One thing about Marsh is that he’s incredibly competent. Most of the crew is, of course, but there’s just something about this man that puts you at ease. It’s so easy to trust him because he keeps to his word and follows through on it. You don’t have to worry about him flaking on anything.
On stakeouts, he lets you slump against him to rest.
Marsh is a dog person.
He lightens your burdens without you needing to ask. Sometimes he’ll notice you’re overwhelmed before you realize it yourself, and he’ll knock a few things off of your to-do list without mentioning it.
His fingertips are callused when they cradle your cheek.
You two have an ability to be in sync that baffles the others. Even before you two got together, you were always paired on missions because you just…clicked. Not necessarily personality-wise, but in terms of skill level. The two of you are so in tune with one another, being able to read one another’s next move or thought with a simple glance.
When you see Marsh after he’s transformed, he’s worried you’ll be repulsed by his new appearance. Instead, you gently trace the edges of his spikes with your fingers.
He starts tracing your features, too. He tries not to grieve too much that he can no longer see your face as he once did. He fails.
𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕
If there’s one thing that’s true about Marsh in bed, it’s that he’s the one that’s going to be in control. If you ever push back against his stubborn nature and give him attitude, he’s grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the wall.
You learn that he likes when you fight back a little. He enjoys putting you in your place.
Marsh isn’t really one for flowery praise, but he does enjoy giving you commands for you to obey (or make you obey). “Look at me,” he’ll growl, holding your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. When you’re on his lap and start getting needy, he’ll murmur in your ear, “Hold still.”
Intimacy with Marsh varies. Sometimes it’s rushed and erratic while he’s bending you over a desk. Other times, it’s slow and passionate while you’re under him. During the latter, he presses his forehead against yours and lets his eyes flutter shut.
Sometimes he’ll kneel at your feet while he mouths at the sensitive button between your thighs. Never to submit—no, Marsh would never pass up the opportunity to be in control—but more to…worship. Even while he’s on his knees, he has a talent for still being the one leading the scene. It doesn’t help that a single swipe of his tongue has your legs buckling.
Sometimes he’ll take you from behind while gently holding a hand over your eyes. The blackness scares you at first, but soon it amplifies any and all sensation he gives you, and you relax into his ministrations.
Something about this man screams authority to me—specifically that he has a thing for it. The moment the words “yes, sir,” leave your pretty lips, he’s pulling you against his chest to ravish you.
Nick watching you work with Meredith in his button up you put together with your outfit and no one knows. concept
You've been Amelia's best friend for years and when she offered you to work with her and Meredith, well you couldn't refuse. As soon as she asked, you were already packing a suitcase and booking a room at the hotel with the other two women.
But what you weren't expecting was to bump into an attractive man. And since you met him the first night you arrived, you've been having a fling with Dr. Marsh. Bumping into each other at a restaurant and taking it back to your hotel room was daring, but when you parted ways and he showed up at the hospital the next morning. It was awkward to say the least.
But Nick didn't make it seem that way. Sure you may have been a coward and stayed away from his area of the hospital for the day. But later that evening, he showed up at your hotel room and once again you fell into bed with him.
Today marked two months since you've been working at the hospital there and you were working on the project with Meredith. Comparing samples with her, Amelia, and Kai was something you've been doing lately.
Nick had left his button up shirt and you missed him during the day, so you did something any of woman would of done. Pairing the white button up with a long sleeve shirt, you had it under you white coat.
And when Nick walked by the lab to catch a glimpse of you, he noticed your outfit and smiled at you through the window, already wishing it was later.
MDNI, fem!reader, reader has a brother, misting!reader, takes place before Mistborn Era 1, references to nudity, angst like you’ve never angsted before, this is a love letter to all the oldest daughters out there
Request: “omg hiiiiiiiii bestie i luv ur writing so much and i saw ur willing to write for marsh which makes me so happy because i can never find content for him ever 😭 what do we think about marsh being the antidote to any bad eldest daughter!reader feelings???”
Thank you anon for this request!! I loved this idea!
Tag: @misted-oblivion
Whether you were treated like a child or an adult depended on your parents’ mood that day. At seven, your mother was venting to you about your father’s temperament. At eight, you taught yourself how to steal crusts of bread from merchant carts. At nine, your parents had another child. At ten, you realized you’d be the one raising him.
Despite their fighting, you think your father did love your mother. To some extent, anyway. Why else would a nobleman risk his life to keep visiting your skaa tenement? You told yourself you were lucky to have him even come around, but in reality you knew his presence just made things harder. The sight of him made a deep, guttural rage bubble up within your chest that you had to push down so you didn’t overflow.
He just had it so easy. He came and went as he wished. He wasn’t the one who had to go find food for your wailing brother because your mother was too lost in her emotions to do so. He wasn’t the one who had to try and comfort your mother when she murmured about how she’d never have a ‘real’ husband. He wasn’t the one who had to step in and keep your brother in line when he was misbehaving simply because your mother wouldn’t.
You were more of a father to this family than he ever was. And more of a mother, too. You wondered how both things could be true at once and yet it just was, a strange mix of the capacity to wipe your brother’s tears with a gentle touch or bark at him when he was about to run out in front of a nobleman’s carriage so he wouldn’t get trampled.
You never meant to get angry. You tried not to, at least. It was hard.
You had been twenty when the Ministry found your family. You weren’t home—you’d been out to steal some more meager scraps of food. Your brother’s body had been so unrecognizable from the mauling that you couldn’t even hug his corpse to your chest.
Kelsier found you the next day. He introduced you to Dox, to Mare, to Marsh. Apparently your skills as a Misting were valuable.
You didn’t want to be valuable. You were so tired.
But you went with them anyway because they needed someone with your abilities, and so you helped, because that’s what you lived for.
You didn’t let yourself grieve. If you did, then all of the emotions you’d stuffed deep down would come up and you didn’t want to deal with those ones. You didn’t want to think about the loss of your little brother’s wide eyes. The relief of no longer needing to pick up the broken glass of your mother’s emotions so your fingers would get bloody instead of the rest of the family’s. The guilt that came from that relief.
Months passed. Your time with the crew was…different, to say the least. Mare was about a year older than you. You’d never had an older sister before—you’d had to figure out everything yourself—so you were slightly glad to have someone around who might have been able to fill that role for you.
She didn’t. Not that it was her fault, of course. She was just human. It wasn’t her fault that you were the one who asked what was wrong after she fought with Kell. She wanted children, apparently, and he didn’t. You wanted to tell her to listen to him.
Instead you just put an arm around her shoulders as she spilled out her emotions to you, because that was what you did. That was your job.
Part of you marveled how others were able to open up like that. It seemed a waste of time, didn’t it? Why would you cry about something when you could try to solve it? And if you were in the process of solving it, why was there a need to bring it up if it was already on its way to being over and done with? You kept your own problems close to your chest, because hurrying up and dealing with them was so much quicker than blowing it out of proportion and confiding in someone else. You didn’t understand. You wanted to, but you didn’t.
The first time Marsh invited you to a stakeout, you told him no. You were already frazzled that day and hadn’t prepared anything to go out. When he asked again, you sighed out a yes. Because that was what you did.
“Just give me….just give me an hour,” you had told him, speed-walking towards your room in a rush. “I need to prepare metals for us. I have a couple extra bars, let me get a few vials together—”
“I already did.” He held up two small vials—one with bronze, the other with your metal shavings.
“Well, I should still probably make a few backups in case—”
He moved his coat to the side to display additional vials hanging off his belt.
You hesitated. “I don’t—I haven’t surveyed the area yet to check guard positions—”
“Did that yesterday,” he grunted.
“But I need to get my pack together—and probably make one for you, too—who knows how long we’ll need to be there, and—”
He’d silently picked up a satchel and held it out to you. You took it cautiously and examined its contents—bread and cheese, a glass knife, a canteen of water.
You looked up at him.
He’d only nodded towards the door. You followed, still wanting to argue for some reason but not really sure how.
When prepped vials started showing up on your bedside table, you confronted Marsh about it with folded arms. “I can do that myself, you know.”
“I know. But you don’t have to,” was all he’d replied with.
You didn’t shave a single metal bar after that.
One specific night signaled the end of a long con you and the crew had been pulling. You and Marsh had been paired together for your part in the plan because you two worked the most efficiently.
You were breathless from running by the time you and Marsh took cover in an alleyway, cheeks flushed and nose red from the cool mists.
“Lord Ruler,” you muttered, slumping against the brick wall. You were exhausted. You just wanted to go back to the safe house and sleep.
“Good work.”
You shrugged. “It was our job, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but it was still a difficult one.”
You glanced over at him questioningly. “Obviously. But we were expected to succeed.”
“That doesn’t discredit the actual success.”
You frowned, baffled. Not necessarily at his words—though those gave you pause as well—but at the emphasis he was putting on all this. “I…what are you talking about?”
He met your eyes. “I’m just saying I think you need to give yourself a little more credit. You did well tonight.”
That night was the first time you’d kissed him. Afterwards, you would have felt embarrassed if it wasn’t for the way that he’d kissed you back.
You didn’t know how to be part of a pair. Sure, you had provided for others before—it was what you were good at—but you’d never had that be a two way street.
Marsh was patient with you, to the point where it almost made your heart ache. When you didn’t want to talk about something, he wouldn’t pry or gripe about how you never open up. He’d just hold you in silence until you started talking.
The first time he saw you cry was when he’d held you, truly held you, with the layers of clothes between you both removed. He let you break, let you bury your teary face into his neck to hide while he cradled you to him, murmuring soft words into your ear, telling you how well you were doing, how much he loved you.
Being with him soothed the ache in your soul you’d been carrying since you were a little girl. He wasn’t really one for flowery words outside of the bedroom, but his actions spoke for themselves. When you were with him, you didn’t need to worry about the details of anything because he took care of it all. He took care of you.
“You don’t need to worry about me all the time,” you protested once, when your…coupling was still new. “My parents never needed to.”
“Yes, they did. They should have.” He said the words so simply, like they didn’t just flip your world upside down.
But then he turned to you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “And I want to.”
omg hiiiiiiiii bestie i luv ur writing so much and i saw ur willing to write for marsh which makes me so happy because i can never find content for him ever 😭 what do we think about marsh being the antidote to any bad eldest daughter!reader feelings???
