Hi you say in your bio that prompts are open but I still want to ask and make sure. I have one for nile/booker, the first time both of them said "I love you" to the other. Thank you if you decide to write this! Also wanted to say your book of nile series is AMAZING! I am always excited getting the emails of a new fic!
Prompts are absolutely open! Thank you so much for your lovely comments as well. <3
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Nile has been immortal for fifteen years.
Dying never gets less terrifying and disorienting.
"C'mon, Nile, wake up."
Somehow, the least violent deaths can have the worst consequences. Nile knew the drink was poisoned as soon as she tasted it, but it was too late. Death came too fast to stop it and too slow to be a relief.
"Nile, I need you to wake up. I need you to stay with me."
It's hard to muster the energy to open her eyes. Puking yourself to death and then back to life will do that to you.
"Oh thank fuck." Booker looks like he's seen a ghost. He holds her up so she can retch without aspirating. "That's it, get the last of it out."
"Fuck." It comes out raw, voice ruined from the poison and the stomach acid.
"I couldn't agree more." Booker squeezes the back of her neck. "Let's get out of here, before they realize your body is gone."
"Help me?" Nile can tell her body isn't done healing yet.
"I've got you." Booker hoists her up, his arm around her waist and her arm around his shoulders. They've done this a thousand times before, so even Nile's weak body can handle the muscle memory. "Good?"
"As I can be." Everything hurts. "Fuck poison."
"Fuck poison," Booker agrees.
Nile lets her head hang as Booker maneuvers her back to the car. Keeping her eyes open is too hard.
The next time she regains full consciousness, Booker is carrying her into the safehouse. It's tiny, a bolt-hole Joe and Nicky bought in the '40s.
"You need to shower," Booker says, propping her against the counter. "Need help?"
"Please."
Booker disarms her, putting her weapons aside to clean later. Nile lifts her arms so he can get her shirt off.
"Careful, I don't want you to get any more vomit on you," he warns, maneuvering it over her head and tossing it on the floor. "I will burn that later."
Together, they get Nile out of her clothes and into the shower. Booker sits on the closed toilet lid to ensure she doesn't pass out again.
By the time she's clean, Nile is back to her baseline level of exhaustion.
"I'm good, Book."
Booker hands a towel around the shower curtain.
"I'll handle our clothes, then I'll take my turn."
Nile dries off some and wraps the towel around herself. Getting out of the shower is a bit of a risk, but Booker steadies her.
"Thanks. I'm gonna get dressed."
"And drink some water."
"And drink some water," Nile parrots, her smile belying her mocking tone.
Nile ends up wearing one of Booker's umpteen denim shirts and a pair of athletic shorts that were probably Joe's at some point. She makes a mental note to pick up some more clothes for her go-bag before they leave. They don't keep much at the less-used safehouses.
Booker will worry if she goes to sleep too soon, so Nile settles in one of the two mismatched chairs at the table wedged into the corner of the living space.
Booker strips to his underwear to examine the damage. The worst of their sullied clothes go into the furnace, the rest into the pile for laundry.
"I'll be quick," he promises. "Drink your water, and don't fall asleep without me there. Deal?"
"Deal." Nile crosses her heart. "Go, get clean. You deserve a hot shower."
She updates the team on the shitshow and stows her satellite phone in her backpack. She'll worry about the implications of this fuckery tomorrow. For now, she just wants to go to bed.
Booker emerges from the bathroom in clean underwear and a tank top, no longer smelling vaguely of Nile's death throes. He looks soft and cozy, damp hair hanging in his eyes.
"C'mon, bed time. You're mostly asleep already."
Nile gets into bed while Booker checks all the locks again. He joins her, crawling under the mountain of quilts and settling on his side facing her.
Nile holds out her hand, and he takes it, thumb skimming her pulse point.
"I'm okay," she whispers. "We're okay."
The long, painful deaths are always the hardest to cope with on both sides of the encounter.
"I know." Booker forces a tiny smile. "Get some sleep."
Nile is not in a place to argue. She tugs the quilts up to her chin with her free hand, closes her eyes, and slips almost immediately into a deep, dreamless sleep.
...
Nile wakes an unknown number of hours later alone, a note left on Booker's pillow.
Went to get some groceries. Eat something, please. Will be back by noon local. - B.
It's only eleven. She is hungry though, thanks to the total evacuation of dinner last night.
Nile finds a granola bar in the pantry that isn't stale yet. It'll do.
She's halfway through the (kind of shitty) granola bar when Booker gets back with the groceries.
"Look who's up. Catch." He pulls something out of the bag and tosses it at her. "I found the fancy juice you like."
Nile catches the bottle and grins.
"Fuck yeah. Shit like this is why I'm in love with you, Book."
She has the cap off and the bottle to her lips before the comment registers. Before she realizes how still Booker has become.
"Yeah?" He asks, carefully casual.
Nile takes stock. She doesn't want to answer this rashly.
Looking back at the past fifteen years through this lens, a clear picture starts to form.
"Yeah," Nile finally says. "Yeah, I love you."
Booker puts the last few things in the fridge.
"I got a pack of t-shirts," he says, taking the grocery bag into the bedroom.
Nile sits there with her half-eaten granola bar, processing what the hell just happened.
Did she just ruin their shared eternity?
Booker comes back in before she can spiral. His boots thud on the linoleum.
A man on a mission, Booker pulls her out of the chair into his arms and kisses her. Nile wraps her arms around his neck.
Nile feels a piece of her soul click into place that she didn't even realize she was missing.
When they finally part, moments or days or years later, Booker rests his forehead against hers.
"I love you, too. I'm in love with you."
The reassurance soothes a brand-new ache in Nile's chest. She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Good. That's... that's good. Because I love you." Nile kisses him again. "So this is a thing we're doing?"
"I've been doing it far longer than you realize," Booker says in that pained, half-joking tone that means he's serious. "It's about time you joined me."
i just want to fall asleep in the forest on a bed of moss and mildew and slowly have the leaves blanket me and the roots of the trees grow within me until my flesh becomes the earth and i am free
swear to god i would give anything to be back in that hot tub at the kalahari drinking a glass of moonshine and vodka laced apple pie crossfaded outta my mind while i’m trying not to smile at the fingers wrapping teasing around my neck, a remix of the 1975′s Somebody Else playing out of a tinny bluetooth speaker...
For a prompt: Nile/booker, "OH you're jealous" thank you!!
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"Hurry the fuck up, Booker! You're going to miss her at this rate."
"You can't rush perfection, Nile." Booker steps out of the en suite, resplendent in a maroon suit and burgundy shirt. "How do I look?"
Nile curses Nicky's sense of fashion. He picks outfits for Booker to torture her.
"You look good, Book. You'll knock 'em dead." Nile hands him his comm, and Booker hooks it to the wire he's wearing. "You good on weapons?"
"Boot gun, various knives, and several tranquilizers, just in case." Booker squares his shoulders. "Are you worried about me, Nile?"
Nile shrugs. "Nope. Just making sure. Run over the plan for me."
"I go in, meet Ms. Danvers, woo her with my 'obnoxious French charm,' to quote you, and get her alone and talking. Get as much info on her husband as I can, get in, get out." Booker waggles his eyebrows. "Do what needs doing."
Nile scoffs and smacks him in the arm. "Fucking rude. Go on, get, before she gets to the bar."
"Will do." Booker winks. "You got my six?"
"Always, you asshole. Go."
Nile gives Booker a head start, checking her own weapons (shoulder holster for her Glock, thigh knives, etc.) and pulling on her suit jacket to cover everything. Nicky and Joe have their eyes on the building from the front, so she's on bar duty.
Yay.
Booker is leaning on the bar when she walks in, so Nile posts up at a high-top table with a clear view.
The target enters, a beautiful woman of around forty-five in a slinky green dress. She's clearly on the prowl, and Booker is easy bait.
"May I buy you a drink, mademoiselle?" Booker asks, accent thicker than usual.
You can tell that she's American, because she finds the title endearing instead of insulting.
"That would be lovely, thank you." She holds out a hand, wedding band conspicuously absent. "Natalie."
Booker kisses it instead of shaking it. "Sebastien."
"He is so good with women," Nicky says in Nile's ear. "I will never understand."
"That is because you are an old gay man, habibi."
Nile shushes them and orders a drink. She's going to need it if she's going to watch Booker flirt.
"Do not frown, cara. You look too pensive."
Nile sticks her tongue out in the direction of Nicky's sniper scope. No one fucking asked him.
"So, what brings you to town?" Natalie asks, crackling in the wire.
"Business," Booker says. "My firm is closing a deal with a new client, and they wanted me here to help tie up loose ends."
"Are you in advertising?" Natalie asks, perking up. She also leans in, pushing her voluptuous bosom in his direction.
Nile knows exactly what she's doing. It's quite distracting. Booker's gaze drifts down, and Nile grits her teeth.
The conversation gets flirtier and flirtier, all the way until Booker says something about having-
"A whole suite to myself, because my business partner was unable to join me. It's a shame, the room is beautiful." Booker sips his drink. "It's wasted on me all by myself."
It isn't subtle. He isn't trying to be.
"We can't have that," Natalie says, fluttering too-long eyelashes. "Would you like some company? You can show me this beautiful suite yourself."
Hook, line, and sinker. Booker is damn good at his job.
Nile is grateful that he doesn't run point on honeypot stings more often.
"Get in, get the information, get out," Joe reminds him over the comm.
Booker nods slightly, making eye contact with Nile over Natalie's head as he guides her out of the bar and toward the bank of elevators.
Depending on how much this bitch talks, how much information Booker is able to get, they might be able to make an early night of it.
…
Two hours later, Nile has given up on standing in the adjoining room and is sitting against the door between the suites.
"…and it's been months since he's taken me out. He's constantly on business trips, Dubai one week, Moscow the next, Hong Kong, DC, Rio." Natalie sniffles. "He always brings me gifts, diamonds and furs and things, but nothing is as good as the attention I would get if he loved me."
"It's the diamonds," Nicky says. "Andy was right, he's hiding the money in his wife's jewels."
Thank fuck. After this long, surely they have everything they need.
"You deserve to be treated well," Booker says, gentle and genuine.
The sap has gone and empathized with the wife of a known criminal. Nile knew he was too soft for this.
"I cannot offer you a better marriage," Booker says. "But I can care for you tonight."
Nile grumbles as the comms fill with kissing noises. Fucking hell.
Miracle of miracles, they're interrupted by Natalie's phone ringing.
"Hello? Oh, yes, dear. Yes. You're coming into town early? You've got a present for me?"
Nile rolls her eyes, and she imagines Natalie doing the same.
"I can't wait to see it, my love. Yes, I'm out with the girls, but I'll be home in twenty minutes to meet you. Okay. I love you too. Twenty minutes. Goodbye."
Thank whatever deity is listening.
"Sebastien, you've been more than lovely." Kiss. "But I really must go." Kiss. "You've put up with so much shit." Kiss. "But he'll be mad if I'm not home."
"You should go. I don't want you inflaming his temper." Fabric rustles as Booker helps her into her coat. "Remember, you deserve better."
By the time he finally gets Natalie out of the suite, Nile is on her feet at the adjoining door, waiting with arms crossed.
Booker barely looks at her when she opens the door, already shedding his waistcoat and pulling the wire out from his shirt.
"Jesus, that woman knows how to talk. I know more about her life after two hours than I've known about actual romantic partners in the past." Booker loosens his tie further and opens his comm link. "Did we get it?"
"We got it," Nicky says. "Joe and I are signing off. Good luck."
"Good luck? What does he mean by - " Booker finally looks at Nile straight on. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh. I wasn't a fan of the gratuitous noises over the wire. You didn't have to kiss her."
"You didn't see her face. The poor woman is caught up in more than she realizes." Booker pauses, and something seems to click. "Oh. Oh. You're jealous."
"Pft, no. I just don't appreciate jobs being any longer than they have to be."
"This is more than that." Booker unbuttons his cuffs, and Nile forces herself to stand her ground. "Would you rather be in her position, ma belle?"
"Don't start shit you won't finish," Nile warns. "Don't tease me."
"I'm not teasing. I'm asking a valid question. Would you want to be in her position? The object of my flirtations, my… amorous attentions?"
"You are a pretentious asshole," Nile declares as she shoves him against the wall. "I hate your fucking face sometimes."
She uses the height advantage her shoes give her to kiss his dumb, smirky mouth.
For all his teasing, he wasn’t expecting that. It takes a second for his brain to catch up, but when it does his lips move against hers, his hands go to her hips, pulling her flush against him.
Even immortals have to breathe eventually, but Nile doesn't go far. She rests her forehead on his, arms wrapped around his stupidly-broad neck.
"If I had realized this was all it took, I would have taken Joe's duty as bait years ago." Booker laughs.
"Shut the fuck up," Nile says, breathless. "You're the worst."
"I may be the worst, but you love me for it," Booker says offhandedly, a throw-away line that Nile can't help but pick up.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do." Nile kisses him again, claiming his mouth. "I love you and your dumb fucking face."
Later, they’ll have to tell the others, there will be congratulations and surely some money will exchange hands. But right now it’s just them. And they have a hotel room to themselves for the rest of the night.
"You should show me your beautiful suite," Nile teases, unbuttoning Booker's shirt. "Would you like some company?"
"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Businessman Peter Hale, Professor Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
People always look twice when they see them walk in, no matter where they're going.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, The Pack (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: Sterek Bingo 2017, sbswitched, SBabo, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Omega Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - College/University, Senior Stiles, Sophomore Derek, Slow Burn, at least by rileywrites standards lbr
Summary:
Derek and Stiles end up partnered for a project, and Derek contents himself with being a part of Stiles' life. For a while.
...
Derek meets Stiles in his political science class. It's a 200-level class, so he doesn't expect any seniors to be involved.
He definitely doesn't expect the hotshot senior midfielder from the lacrosse team to be in the class, let alone sitting beside him.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Human Derek Hale, werewolf original child character, Imprinting, like a duck not like a twilight werewolf, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Pre-Slash
Summary:
The Stilinski pack ends up fostering a little girl named Ana, who is traumatized by the way her pack was decimated. They enlist the help of Derek Hale, preschool teacher extraordinaire, and Ana immediately decides that "Deret" is officially hers forever.
(You won't hear either Derek or Stiles arguing.)
