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Imagine you work for Section D of MI5. One evening you’re walking home, and see Lucas North having a panic attack in the rain. You beckon him into your flat and help him calm down.
(I’m not currently posting fics (will be back soon!), but all imagines can be requested through my ask box. However, if this one is requested, I may turn it into Lucas x Amy, seeing as she’s my OC who features a lot with him in my fics)
Armitage Summer Splash #1
Trope: Enemies to lovers
Quote: “Did we make a mistake?”
Relationship: Lucas North x OC Lovisa
Warnings: 18+
Words: 3K
A/N: My first contribution to Armitage Summer Splash. Thanks @lathalea & @fizzyxcustard for creating this event! 💙☀️💦
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Lucas sighed deeply and checked his watch again. A frown spread on his face. He hated waiting and maybe his impatient nature was a hindrance in his career, considering his profession. As he took a sip of water from the bottle in his hand, he rested his head against the headrest of the rented and much too luxurious car he was seated in. How people could spend so much money on a car was both indecent and beyond his understanding of the world, but then he reminded himself that for tonight, he was supposed to act like that part of the world was his as well.
When Harry had suggested the undercover attendance at one of the most spectacular parties of the year, Lucas had just laughed. It sounded like something coming from a movie but when he was briefed about the details, especially the guest list, he realized this could be a great chance to have a closer look at one of the more interesting, both financially and character-wise, members in a loosely connected group of businessmen all claiming they had no interests in arms dealing but all secretly supported one of the largests trader in the country, one who never mixed business with emotions, never asked for the purpose behind the devastating weapons he sold to the highest bidder. The only shadow resting over this operation was that Lucas could not pick his own partner. Harry had been very persistent about who it had to be, despite Lucas’ attempts to dodge the issue and go alone. Apparently, he needed a date, someone who would gracefully follow him, glued to his arm, speak little but smile a lot and as the night would go on, discreetly excuse herself and then secretly report every detail back to Harry. She was the reason he was now dressed in a tuxedo and seated outside a small townhouse. Its walls were painted white a low iron fence surrounded the building. And he was waiting… for her.
Whoah, this was steamy! I loved the tension and how you described their relationship. The end nearly killed me! Poor Lucas 😢
Your moodboard is absolutely spot on, brilliant! *chef's kiss *
Today's moodboard took a bit unexpected turn.
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Trope: Friends with benefits
Quote: “You’ve got to get over this.”
RA character: Lucas North
Taglist: @lathalea @fizzyxcustard @linasofia
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Hello, hun. Can I take up your offer for a comfort fic? Reader is absolutely worn out from work and overwhelmed. The character is up to you, sweets. You can choose for me, as long as it's RA. :)
Hello hello! Thank you for this lovely idea! 💙💙💙
I've been thinking a lot about it and I decide to challenge myself by writing a fic about... Lucas North. This is my first time with this character, so I'm a bit nervous. I hope he is not too far from the Lucas we all know from Spooks.
Relationships: Lucas North x Reader
Rating: T
It had been a very long day. Scratch that. It had been a very long week. Your job was a demanding one. Of course, you were very much aware of it at the time of signing your employment contract, but the recent events in the world made it even more so. You weren’t one for complaining, though. Perhaps you were only one of the countless cogwheels in the government machine, but you knew how important your work was. Besides, has anyone ever seen a machine that could work without even one of its cogwheels in its place?
It had been several years since you started working at the Box, as MI5 was called by your coworkers. As an analyst, your job was to focus on specific sources of information and provide your superiors with highly detailed briefs and reports as well as assessing the potential threat levels of distinct events.
Needless to say, the last couple of months brought you even more raw data to work on than ever. Every day, you came to the office shortly after dawn and left long after dark. You tackled your tasks diligently, one by one, trying to ignore your fatigue, headaches, and sore eyes after many hours of staring at the computer screen.
“I’ll sleep when the current crisis is finally over,” you’d say to your equally tired-looking coworkers and they’d nod, understanding it all too well. All of you were doing your best. However, at the end of the day, most of them would return to their homes and their families who waited for them eagerly. You, on the other hand, would enter your empty flat, eat your dinner staring at the empty chair across the kitchen table, and then go to sleep in the spacious double bed that somehow felt cold even though your fluffy duvet was supposed to keep you warm.
Lucas was far away and you had no idea when you would see him again. You still remembered the day you saw him for the first time as he strode into your office, tall, dark and handsome, the colour of his eyes accentuated by his deep blue shirt. With a faint smile, he asked you for a report and while he spoke with you, his gaze never left your face. Soon after, you started dating, and a year later you decided to move in together. You knew how dangerous his work was, his branch was always at the forefront of action, but he was made for it. As a result, the time you spent together felt even more precious.
As the current world situation grew more and more complicated, Lucas was sent on a mission somewhere. Asking about any details was out of the question for obvious reasons. You didn’t even know when––or if––you would see him again. Even if it had been over two months since you said your good-byes, you remembered how he held you close and whispered tender words into your ear just before you fell asleep. These days, you imagined it every evening when you were trying to fall asleep. Often, the constant stress and worry you felt would chase your sleep away. You would lay in your bed for hours, wondering where Lucas was and hoping he was safe.
One Friday afternoon, or rather evening, you were buried in work when the exhaustion took the better of you and your eyelids started to droop. You woke up suddenly half an hour later, your head resting on a heap of papers on your desk in a very uncomfortable position, with an aching neck. That was it. Your brain refused to work any longer and you needed to rest.
As soon as you left the building, you groaned. It was raining. Cold raindrops assaulting your face and clothes were the last thing you needed. You were about to run to the nearest Tube station when a warm baritone voice reached your ears.
“What does a gorgeous woman like you do in a horrible place like this?” there was only one man in the entire world who would make this kind of cheeky remark standing in front of the MI5 headquarters.
You are a gem, you know that, right!? I don't know how you do it, do you have some psychic powers or what but this was so on point and reflected my feelings over the past weeks. I wish I'd had a tall, dark (or blond 😉) and handsome to take care of me. One can dream, right. 😄
Me (during Easter holidays) and reader...I'm just a little tired (read: completely and utterly exhausted).
I remember watching the series years ago. I'm not sure though how many seasons I watched it. The title was Special Forces. 😄 Maybe I should try and find it somewhere to refresh my memory.
