Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? He's frustrated about something and she just huts him up with a kiss. Then, they get caught by Alex and Logan. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))
Traumatized… Allegedly
Pairing: James Vowles x Wife!Reader
Masterlist
Warnings: romantic moments, frustrated James, cursing, Alex and Logan being funny, no use of Y/N, bad writing and probably OOC for everyone.
Word count: 736
Requested by: Anon
Author's note: Finally on break from college, now that my first year is finally done and I'm accustomed to the studying schedule, I might be able to write more constantly (Hopefully). lol
I’m sitting in James’ office waiting for him to get out of the meeting. It's taking longer than usual, so I start playing on my phone to pass the time. I look up from my phone a few minutes later when I hear footsteps towards the office, James opens the door and practically slams it closed:
“Woah, what’s gotten you in such a bad mood?” I ask, smiling at him softly, trying to lighten the mood. He sighs loudly:
“They… They’re… I can’t even begin to explain how fucking angry I am right now.” He says pacing around the office, hands clenching on his side, trying to contain his anger.
“What did they say? Come on, sit down… Take a deep breath.” I say, losing the smile when I realize he’s really upset with what happened in the office, gently guiding him to sit on the couch that’s in the office.
“I… I can’t say it, but it's just… It’s utterly ridiculous what they’re doing, seriously, it’s… It’s like… Like they don’t even care about the wellbeing of the-” He starts rambling and when I realize he’s nowhere near getting something comprehensive out, I cup both of his cheeks gently enough that he can pull away in case he wants to and place a chaste kiss on his lips.
When I pull away and look into his eyes, they’re already looking at me with so much love and tenderness. His hands that were on his lap went around my waist, hugging me gently and kissing my neck softly.
He starts kissing his way up my neck towards my lips and he kisses me just as gently, trying to use those kisses to calm himself down. We hear the door open, then two loud comical screams come from it and we pull away from each other, my hands on his shoulder, looking at the door startled. We find Logan and Alex by the door:
“MY EYES! OH, MY EYES!” Logan screams, covering his eyes.
“WHY?! BY GOD, WHY?!” Alex yells afterwards, falling on his knees dramatically.
“My God, boys… You’re so dramatic, you could’ve knocked” James says, covering his blushing face embarrassed.
“I’m traumatized, I don’t know how I’ll ever look you two in the eyes again.” Logan dramatically says, pretending to wipe some inexistent tears from his eyes. I laugh loudly at that, covering my mouth when James scowls at me, but I can see that he’s also trying to fight his laughter.
“Come on, kids. We weren’t doing anything.” I say standing up from the couch and helping Alex stand up from the ground, laughing through my teeth.
“We came to check on you, boss… We heard it was a tough meeting.” Alex says, looking at James who’s still covering his face.
“You boys don’t have to worry about it, I’ll try to fix everything before the race, you two focus on resting and feeling ready for the race.” James says, standing up and placing a gentle hand on the bottom of my back.
“Go on, kids. I’m sure the big boss won't mind if you go get ice cream.” I say laughing, noticing that James really doesn’t want to talk about that, the two younger boys look at each other and then:
“I’M GETTING THERE FIRST!” They both yell at the same time, running to their cars.
“I can’t believe they’re 20 something years old” I say laughing, looking up at James to find him smiling at me tenderly.
“Thank you, honey…” He whispers as if it’s a secret no one can hear, kissing my forehead softly.
“Anytime, handsome… Now let’s go, I made myself crave ice cream by mentioning it.” I say laughing with him, we both walk to the parking lot slowly, only to find both drivers’ cars gone. “They’re really fast for two traumatized kids.” I say laughing, bringing out a laugh from James.
“Come on, you want to go to the usual place, sweetheart?” He says smiling at me softly, opening the passenger door for me.
“Yes, please, honey” I say smiling at him, as he walks around the car and gets on the driver’s seat, starting the car and placing a soft hand on my leg as we drive off to my favorite ice cream, I know deep down he might not tell me why he was so frustrated after the meeting, but he will… Eventually when he’s ready.
“I'm not very good talking about myself, so I brought a memory box. I thought it might interest you. ”
The patients voice was all hush, a shy mutter. As if he was ashamed about the content inside the box.
'Schroedingers Box' rushed through Madeleine's mind. She had to stop a giggle. Instead she found some encouraging words.
“Sometimes objects can be more evocative than memories...”
She held the box for a moment in her hand before placing it on her lap. It was light. The dark wood soothing to the eyes. And yet - an alarm bell suddenly rang in the back of her head.
She fiddled with the lid, eventually lifting it aside... and stopped breathing. The nightmare of her childhood - this object - brought all the memories back.
She was ten years old again.
Her mother, bleeding on the sofa. Cigarette smell in the air.
The frozen air around her as she drew the body out of the house
The broken face, lifting up, like a ghoul out of a grave.
She sat there, staring at the white mask, and the icy water surrounded her again.
His voice was dark as a shadow, yet pierced her ear.
“I never forgot your eyes under the ice. They needed me. They still need me. I'm rather.. taken by them.”
His words sunk in. She understood the implication. The icy lake water she meant to feel on her skin changed to heat.
Taking a deep breath, she swallowed down the sob. Blinked rapidly the tears away.
She hadn't yield as a child. She will not yield now.
Anger, ice cubes in her stomach.
Rage, bile in her mouth.
Wrath in her mind.
She did look at him.
'Safin. His name was Lyutsifer Safin. A wounded child, trying to kill another child. Failing.'
How had she not recognized him? His skin cleaner now, his voice not as croaked. Still. How could she been so lazy? After all her father had taught her?
Silently, she closed the box again, her eyes on his scarred face.
Even so silently she handed the box back to him.
His dark eyes questioning her.
She rose from her chair - and slapped him hard across the face.
The clash echoed loud in her office. His eyes wide open in shock. Her hand was burning.
He didn't said a word. Probably wondering if he should kill her right here and now.
It doesn't matter to Madeleine.
“How dare you?”, she hissed. “How DARE you!?”
He remained still. Eventually he faced her again. In his eyes now understanding.
"THAT! Was such an arsehole move!", the frightened child spoke from inside her mind.
Lyutsifer nodded. His expression soften.
“I'm sorry.”, he whispered. And then: “Did you have some ice for me?”
Madeleine paused, unsure if he used exactly this moment to through a pun out. She saw her handprint on his cheek.
“I think I have a icepack in my office fridge.”
She had indeed.
A moment later she sad aside him, while he held a blue freezer box at his face.
After a while they started to talk. Like adults.
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