#nick blaine x wife!reader

[happy74827]

Take Me Over

[Nick Blaine x Wife!Reader]

Synopsis: In the heart of Gilead’s oppressive regime, you find yourself thrust into a marriage with Nick Blaine, a man whose silent demeanor hides a truth you’ve realized to be shared.

WC: 2189

Category: Lime/Spice, Slight Fluff {TW — Forced Marriage}

I’m back at it again with another character that no one seems to write about 🥲 (I love him your honor)

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The dim light of the candles flickered in the oppressive silence of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands tightly gripping the stack of letters tied together by a brown string while you contemplated what you were about to do.

It’s been a total of two days since you were placed to be a part of the household of Commander Fred and Mrs. Waterford. Two days since you were forced into a role that you were not comfortable with. Two days since a new life was placed before you.

Two days since your marriage, and now here you are, sitting on the edge of a bed, dreading the moment that the door would open and once again reveal the man who was forced to be your husband.

Nick Blaine, that was his name, and it was all that was given to you. You knew nothing about him. All you knew was that you were his wife, and he was your husband, and you both had a role to play. Though, if the letters that you currently held in your hands were anything to go by, Nick Blaine, your husband, played the role of a rebel.

Shock. It was the first thing that you felt when you discovered the stack of letters hidden behind one of the drawers in the room. Then, curiosity. What exactly were they? You were so intrigued that you couldn't help yourself. You had to find out.

You didn’t regret it.

You didn't even want to.

What you had found was something you could not believe. Something so secret and dangerous that you could not fathom. The contents of the letters, the words written upon the papers, were like a breath of fresh air.

Stories, that's what they were. Stories that you would tell in hushed whispers. Stories that were passed around. Stories of the world before Gilead.

They seemed to be all handmaids. Handmaids telling their side of the story. Brave women who would take such risks, who would defy the rules, just to let their voices be heard.

They were inspiring, and as you read through them, you realized the more dangerous these letters were, the more powerful. And the more powerful they were, the more they were needed.

It was a small act of defiance, but it was enough. It was something that could keep the flame of hope alive, and that is exactly what they needed in the current situation.

But the question still stands. What was Nick Blaine doing with them?

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel, especially now that you were aware that a man of his stature and position could risk everything for the sake of those who were fighting against Gilead.

So many things were racing in your mind, but then it hit you. The soft glow in his eyes whenever Waterford’s handmaiden was around. The way he looked at her. Sympathy and guilt. He cared for her.

The revelation was almost jarring, but you weren’t too surprised. Nick always seemed different from the others. Hell, it’s been two days, and he hasn’t touched you.

You could almost guarantee that all the other men who were promoted and newly married would have already taken their wives by now. They would’ve taken their wife that night after the ceremony. But not him. Not Nick.

You were grateful.

He had a heart, and that's all that mattered.

A knock on the door snapped you back into reality, and before you could even respond, the door was opening.

It was Nick.

For a split second, the two of you just stared at each other, his eyes moving in slow motion as they trailed from your face to the stack of letters you were holding.

Of course, as he did so, all you could do was look at him in admiration. He was always easy on the eyes before, with hair and eyes that were darker than the luxurious dark chocolate you once loved to eat before Gilead. But, knowing what you know now, everything about him was just much more attractive.

But then, a flicker of fear was shown in his eyes, and all at once, the atmosphere seemed to grow tense.

Without saying a word, Nick stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. You could visibly see a sweat drop trickling down his neck as he tried to compose himself, his eyes never leaving the letters that were clutched tightly in your hands.

"Nick." You whispered, and you could see him stiffen at the mention of his name. The poor man was terrified, and it was heartbreaking.

"How much did you read?" His voice was rough and gravelly, and the sound was music to your ears.

"Enough." You answered, and without missing a beat, you slowly stood up and began to make your way toward him. "Enough to know I can trust you."

Your response was met with a surprised look, and it was clear to you that he was not expecting that. Truthfully, you were surprised yourself.

This was all new to you. You've never spoken so freely before, and you never expected the day would come when you would have the courage to defy the rules. But today was a strange day.

"I’ve never believed in miracles," You whispered, taking a few steps forward. Your eyes were locked with his, and you could see the surprise and curiosity swirling around in his beautiful, dark brown eyes. "but you might be the closest thing to one I could get."

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you slowly walked towards him, and as the two of you were only mere inches away from each other, you raised the stack of letters and gently pushed it towards him.

"You need to do better than hiding them behind a drawer, though. I almost tripped on it when it fell out." You said, and for the first time since you had met him, you saw his lips curl up into a ghost of a smile.

"Noted."

And then the two of you lapsed into silence. A comfortable silence that was filled with the soft glow of the candle and the faint crackling sound of the fire.

That night was the night your trust was built and the beginning of a bond that would eventually bring the two of you together.

It was a couple of months later, when he returned from Canada with the Waterfords, that your relationship from close friends to lovers began.

He’d gotten the letters out. He’d finally gotten them out, and as the news of the failed union between Canada and Gilead left his lips, all you could think about was the relief and the excitement.

Your heart was overflowing with joy, and your body was filled with a sense of warmth that you had long forgotten. Nick had done it. Nick had finally done it.

As soon as he finished recounting, you rushed to embrace him. A strong grip wrapped itself around his waist, and your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Nick, on the other hand, was stiff as a board. Even though you two were married to each other, he still felt that it was inappropriate for him to touch you in such a manner.

The thought didn’t last long, however, as you pulled away and gave him a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

Your smile was radiant. Your eyes were twinkling, and your face was glowing. For the first time in a long time, you were truly happy. And Nick didn't think that he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.

"I'm proud of you."

Your words were soft, and as you placed your hand on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your palm.

His eyes were locked on yours, and he could see the emotions swirling around in your eyes.

Relief. Excitement. Happiness. Admiration.

The list could go on, but in the end, all that mattered was that he could see the love that you held for him.

And that… that look was all it took for his hands to gently grasp your shoulders and guide you backward as you told him another set of words about how he was a hero and that he was amazing.

You didn’t even realize what he was doing until your back felt the concrete wall. Once you realized you weren’t moving anymore, you paused and looked at him, and the moment you did, your breath got caught in your throat.

Nick was looking at you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. His hands had moved from your shoulders to the nape of your neck, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver down your spine.

"Nick." You whispered, watching as his thumb grazed the outline of your bottom lip. It was a simple, tender gesture, but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You couldn’t get a response out, not even a single word, as you watched his eyes glance down at your lips, his own tongue darting out to lick his.

Then, his head was moving forward, and his lips were brushing against yours. It was a ghost of a kiss, barely touching your lips, but the electricity was there. It was a spark that made your entire body tingle and your heart race.

When Nick pulled away, he was met with your intense gaze. You were almost upset at the weak display. Even though you understood his hesitation, a part of you was hoping he would be braver.

"That's it?" You murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice.

And the moment those words left your mouth, he was smirking. He was actually smirking, and his fingers were running through your hair.

"Are you asking me for more?" He asked, his voice low and deep, sending another shiver down your spine.

"I’m not asking," You breathed out, leaning in close and pressing your forehead against his. The moment you did, his grip tightened around your waist, and his free hand slid down to your hip, squeezing it slightly. "You were brave enough to get those letters out. Be brave enough to kiss me like you mean it."

Those were the magic words.

He didn't say anything in response.

He didn't need to.

Instead, his hands went back to the nape of your neck, and his lips were once again on yours. Only this time, it was not a ghostly touch. It was real, and the moment his lips were on yours, all your senses were flooded with him.

You could feel his warm, plush lips molding against yours and the gentle way his fingers were running through your hair.

But what made you absolutely weak was the taste of him. Your legs were almost wobbling the moment his tongue slipped into your mouth. It was like a dance, his tongue brushing against yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And as the two of you kissed, all the tension and the desire that had been building up in the past months slowly dissipated.

Your heart was racing, and your mind was in a daze. The only thing you were thinking about was Nick and his lips. And as his fingers gripped onto the strands of your hair and the way his hips began to press against yours, all you could think about was getting him closer.

So, your hands traveled down from his chest and to his back, gripping the material of his jacket as you pulled him towards you.

The action elicited a groan from the back of his throat, and his hips began to press firmly against yours. You could feel the way his hips were subtly grinding against yours, and as his hardness began to rub against the thin material of your dress, the moan that escaped your lips was swallowed by his mouth.

The kiss was turning heated and passionate, and your lips were swollen and bruised. Your fingers were tugging on his hair, and his were clutching at the strands of your own.

His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, and a moan escaped your lips; the sound was swallowed by his mouth, and you could feel him smiling.

You and Nick were so lost in each other that night, so focused on the taste of one another and the way his body was pressed against yours; it created a bubble where you both were safe, warm, and blissful.

It was the first time in a long time either of you had felt that way, and that feeling continued to grow, and eventually, it blossomed into a love that was deeper than the ocean and brighter than the sun.

And that was when you realized that no matter what happened, the two of you would always have each other, and no matter how cruel the world was, the two of you would always find a way to stay true to yourselves.

[ghostcat3000]

Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 published stories. See if there are any patterns yourself, or have other people say what they notice. Tag up to 10 friends!

Tagged by @lodessa, thank you!  

Like @lodessa, I limited these by setting a minimum word count and filtering my AO3 works to include only finished stories/non-remixed works.  I definitely added more than one or three lines.

The thing that jumps out at me is that I can’t believe I’ve kept at it. Holy cow.

1. III. Rondo: Allegretto Moderato (Call Me By Your Name, Elio Perlman x Oliver)

  “Soon.” The answer, the promise, the sweetness of its certainty.

2. II. Andante (Call Me By Your Name, Elio Perlman x Oliver)

   You haven’t been out, not like this, in years and there is a quasi-comic element to your preparations. You go to the barber, have him trim your beard and spend enough time guiding him through it that he assures you that your wife will be very happy with the result. This forces you to smile, crack a joke, be the kind of man who winks at his barber and later, feel the smile drop off your face like an icicle off an eave.

3. Exile on Main St. (The Defenders, Jessica Jones x Luke Cage)

  On paper, it sounds like an easy gig. Play bodyguard to the blind lawyer recently unmasked by the New York Bulletin as the Devil-suited hero vigilante that keeps Hell’s Kitchen safe from gangsters and assorted ninjas. Only he’s not the local hero vigilante, he’s just a blind lawyer. A blind lawyer with a six-pack and the reflexes of a stray cat.

4. We Must Refuse to Disappear (The Handmaid’s Tale, June Osborne x Nick Blaine)

   I don’t mean to make you choose but you need to know that you will have to. You should know that there’s choice. The reader becomes the historian, and the historian decides the slant.  

5. The Eternal Face (The Clouds of Sils Maria, Maria Enders & Valentine)

   It's 8:45 a.m. in Sfântu Gheorghe, Romania, and I’m entangled in Maria Enders’ scarf.

6. New Ways (Daredevil, Elektra x Matt Murdock)

   Matt Murdock’s door is unlocked—it’s the third time in as many weeks.

7. A Fool For Your Face (You’re the Worst, Gretchen Cutler x Jimmy Shive-Overly)

   The days after Becca and Vernon’s shitstorm of a party were golden, as if he and Gretchen were finally alone. As if her depression had moved house, left the country, waved goodbye. They laughed and fucked, got drunk or didn't. Did drugs or went dry. Or kissed. For hours. Leaning against the brick wall of some local dive turned glorious oasis because of her lips.

   He hadn’t realized it had been so crowded.

8. The Earthly City (Daredevil, Matt Murdock x Claire Temple)

   A man who metes out justice for his city doesn’t get colds. He doesn’t succumb to ear infections. He doesn’t store Kleenex in hidden pockets of his body armor, or hit the local pharmacy for cold medicine and head straight to bed. He doesn’t take the night off.

9. Unheard Music (Veronica Mars, Veronica Mars x Logan Echolls)

   Another Tuesday, another yell-at-bullying-assholes-day at good old Neptune High.

10. Under the Snow (Gilda, Gilda Mundson Farrell x Johnny Farrell)

   Who were they really when they had no names? She was taxi dancer number five or just Fiver or Blondie (she dyed her hair a bold platinum then). He was one of Mr. O’Hanlon’s sideguys; The Kid, Lashes, or—as some of the girls used to call him right to his face—Face, on account of his good looks.

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I tag whoever wants to do this meme so NO PRESSURE. If you want to participate just repost the top part of this post, rather than reblog. Thanks!

[ghostcat3000]

tagged by @the-prince-of-tides and @nevertothethird

I did this not too long ago and since my more recent fics aren’t complete, it’s still the same batch:

1. III. Rondo: Allegretto Moderato (Call Me By Your Name, Elio Perlman x Oliver)

 “Soon.” The answer, the promise, the sweetness of its certainty.

2. II. Andante (Call Me By Your Name, Elio Perlman x Oliver)

  You haven’t been out, not like this, in years and there is a quasi-comic element to your preparations. You go to the barber, have him trim your beard and spend enough time guiding him through it that he assures you that your wife will be very happy with the result. This forces you to smile, crack a joke, be the kind of man who winks at his barber and later, feel the smile drop off your face like an icicle off an eave.

3. Exile on Main St. (The Defenders, Jessica Jones x Luke Cage)

 On paper, it sounds like an easy gig. Play bodyguard to the blind lawyer recently unmasked by the New York Bulletin as the Devil-suited hero vigilante that keeps Hell’s Kitchen safe from gangsters and assorted ninjas. Only he’s not the local hero vigilante, he’s just a blind lawyer. A blind lawyer with a six-pack and the reflexes of a stray cat.

4. We Must Refuse to Disappear (The Handmaid’s Tale, June Osborne x Nick Blaine)

  I don’t mean to make you choose but you need to know that you will have to. You should know that there’s choice. The reader becomes the historian, and the historian decides the slant.  

5. The Eternal Face (The Clouds of Sils Maria, Maria Enders & Valentine)

  It’s 8:45 a.m. in Sfântu Gheorghe, Romania, and I’m entangled in Maria Enders’ scarf.

6. New Ways (Daredevil, Elektra x Matt Murdock)

  Matt Murdock’s door is unlocked—it’s the third time in as many weeks.

7. A Fool For Your Face (You’re the Worst, Gretchen Cutler x Jimmy Shive-Overly)

  The days after Becca and Vernon’s shitstorm of a party were golden, as if he and Gretchen were finally alone. As if her depression had moved house, left the country, waved goodbye. They laughed and fucked, got drunk or didn’t. Did drugs or went dry. Or kissed. For hours. Leaning against the brick wall of some local dive turned glorious oasis because of her lips.

8. The Earthly City (Daredevil, Matt Murdock x Claire Temple)

  A man who metes out justice for his city doesn’t get colds. He doesn’t succumb to ear infections. He doesn’t store Kleenex in hidden pockets of his body armor, or hit the local pharmacy for cold medicine and head straight to bed. He doesn’t take the night off.

9. Unheard Music (Veronica Mars, Veronica Mars x Logan Echolls)

  Another Tuesday, another yell-at-bullying-assholes-day at good old Neptune High.

10. Under the Snow (Gilda, Gilda Mundson Farrell x Johnny Farrell)

  Who were they really when they had no names? She was taxi dancer number five or just Fiver or Blondie (she dyed her hair a bold platinum then). He was one of Mr. O’Hanlon’s sideguys; The Kid, Lashes, or—as some of the girls used to call him right to his face—Face, on account of his good looks.

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The pattern is that I seem to want to form an immediate relationship with the reader. Like I’m trying to establish intimacy with the first approach. Not a bad move as far as moves go, I could stand to chill out a little.

I tag whoever wants to partake.

First line challenge

RULES: List the first lines of the last 10 stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

Thank you for the tag @lettersbyelise ! 

Since I only started writing at all in the end of May this year, posting my first Drarry-fic at the beginning of June - there are only 9 works published, and one work in progress - so it makes the required 10 in total :)

So, all of them are Drarry:

1. Current Work in Progress (E)

“I raise my face to meet the sun, letting its kisses send shivers down my spine.”

2. Touch  (E, 3.3k)

“Is it wine?“

3. Empty Swimming Pools (E, 9.6k)

“Time for you to go, my dear,” she squeezes my hand.“

4. Lost Boy (E, 28.3k)

“The sound of his footsteps is loud in the deserted corridor.“

5. Talk Me Down (E, 4.8k)

“ ‘Shhh…’ whispers the rain outside, ‘Shhh… It is all right,’ and the garden is nodding with its treetops, ‘Shhh…’ “

6. Too Good (E, 25.3k)

“Harry?”

7. Bite (E, 15k)

“I don’t know what I’m doing here.“

8. My My My! (E, 3.6k)

“When I saw You, the first thing I thought was - you were not my type; not at all.“

9. Dance to This (E, 5k)

“Pansy leans in to peck you on the cheek, stumbling forward.”

10. Strawberries and Cigarettes [always taste like You] (E, 28.5k)

“ My eyes follow white clouds across the sky. ”

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I know very well a few of my writing patterns, but here, from the first sentences compared to one another, I don’t think they are obvious. If someone notices something - feel free to tell me :)

Since everyone whom I would have tagged has been already tagged here, I am tagging only one person whom I haven’t seen tagged, and who I definitely know writes:

@the-prince-of-tides

[Only if you want, of course:)]

[woolfgangs]

Let yourself be free: Nick Blaine x reader

Listen to: Wonderwall; the pretty reckless cover.

 Warnings: oral sexual things

Word Count: 804

Tagging: @hstingspencer

''It's not something that's just going to magically going to go away- Unless you somehow have the power to go back in time and changed things before Gilead was formed!'' Y/N exclaimed, her anger getting the better of her as she walked away from him. It just wasn't that simple, for either of them and the fact she actually liked him didn't help either.

Nick followed closely behind her, his breathing becoming heavier.’’I know that! It’s not easy for me either and I tried so hard not to fall for you- But.’’ He paused, closing his eyes to gather his words.’’But sometimes life sucks that way and I have tried to get over it and hide it for months.’’ He replied, standing in the kitchen door.

He didn’t try to fall in love with Y/N, he knew how bad it would of been and didn’t want to have to make anything worse. But here they were both were, nine months after meeting and arguing in the kitchen. 

Y/N was standing with her back to the window, pondering when everyone would be back and how horrible it would be if either of them were found.’’We can’t do this right now-- Everyone will be back soon..’’ She trailed off, her thoughts drifting to The Colonies.

‘‘They won’t be back for another hour. I checked.’‘ He replied, taking another step closer to her. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder as he bit his bottom lip.There was only so many ways for this to end, but he would anything to protect her.

She glanced at his lips than his eyes, her body moving before her mind could keep her up with her. Her lips pressed against his lips gently as she moved closer to his body.

He pressed against the counter, kissing her back eagerly as their bodies pressed tighter together to gain friction against each other.

She pulled away and began to trail kiss from his lips, to his neck, to his chest and stopped at his belt. Her eyes wandered back up to him, biting her bottom lip.

He gently undid his belt, pulling both his pants and underwear downwards slowly. She had moved to her knees, her body resting behind the counter gently. If it was needed, she was hidden good enough.

His hands gently rested on her shoulders as her lips wrapped the head of penis, his eyes closed as he gently gripped onto her.

She held onto his shaft, moving her hands back and forth as she began to gently suck on his length. Slowly, she took more of him inside her mouth and continued to stroke him.

Soft moans left his lips as his head titled back in pleasure, biting his bottom lip softly to hold back the moans as he felt like he was losing himself in her touch.

Both of them had been too lost in their own worlds, enjoying the comforts of each other to hear the door swing open. It wasn’t the worst choice, but it still wouldn’t be the best to explain.

Rita held onto the bag of groceries, walking towards the kitchen to make sure they were put up before the Commander and his Wife were home. 

She walked in and automatically saw Nick behind the counter, only registering the low moans that were leaving his mouth a few seconds later.

She coughed gently.’’Uh- Nick?’’ She asked, her focus on one of the cardboards.

Nick looked at Rita, gently keeping Y/N’s head down.’’Didn’t think you were going to be home yet.’’  He replied, gripping onto the counter as he reached his peak slowly.

Rita turned to look at him, already having finished what she wanted to do.’’I wasn’t, but I wanted to get my job done before they got home.’’ She replied, her head tilted to the side.

Y/N had pulled her head away after cleaning him up slightly, but remained lowered and silent as her heart raced.

A few moments of silence passed before Rita glanced at Nick then the counter.’’Y/N, you can get up as I’m sure that your knees are killing you. If you two left any messes, please clean them up timely.’’ She stated, before walking off to tend to a different part of the house.

Nick quickly pulled up his clothes, fixing his belt and turned to look at Y/N with his mouth up wide.

‘‘I’ll see you around, Nick.’‘ She said, giving him a slight smile before she walked out of the kitchen and back to her duties.

He was left alone in the kitchen for a minute, before he gathered himself and went back to his work outside to finish the path.