So let’s say it’s a stunt, PR or whatever they call it but this is Harry’s 5th girlfriend or so since being a teenager so why don’t they leave him alone then. I mean, what’s the point of writing think pieces about a strangers love life over and over again saying how much the stunting disturbs them. If not that larries , PR harries are all mentally ill bullies with serious holes in their own lives, you will think they would have left harry alone by now. Just plain stupidity.
Claiming that all his relationships are stunts is a preposterous position to take and the PR hags know this, so they feel the need to constantly defend it.
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Mrs. & Mrs. Smith
In which Mizu and fem! reader are assigned to top-secret missions that are high-risk under the guise of being one another’s wives. Violence and sexual/romantic tension ensue!
based off maya erskine’s new series—I’m obsessed..
You both are very cold, calculated killers that the government has placed in this mission. It’s meant to be a long term thing, months for sure, years? most likely.
The first time you both meet, it’s awkward. Mizu is all long pale limbs and a dark spill of hair against strong shoulders, stronger chest.
She eyes you as you blatantly check her out. “You know this isn’t real, right?”
And you shrug, bite your lip and get moved in. Ignoring the way you can feel Mizu’s glare on you as you walk up the stairs to your room.
Your missions are vague. A note at the door step in the mornings. Mizu wakes before you do usually, and when she saunters into your room, bedtime robe slipping off her rippling shoulders, you try not to drool too obviously.
She gives you the rundown and you’re dressed in an hour. The mission is simple: deliver an unmarked package, then leave.
Yet, as Mizu ties up her hair as you’re both being chased onto a boat where the designated drop point is, you feel your heart race—not from the adrenaline or danger.
Her jaw is sharp, cut into a jagged point where it slopes off soft and connecting to her ears—the ones that stick out slightly. Make her look younger. You blush despite the situation.
Fast forward to after dropping off the package when suddenly the package erupts and sends you both flying off into the pier.
You’re both soaking by the time you’re on shore, but you’re met with enemies who leave you no option but to surrender.
You try very hard not to focus entirely on the long katana pressed to Mizu’s neck: the heartbeat you can see flutter there as she quickly knocks the man unconscious.
As if on autopilot, you do the same: respond to her move, meet her in the middle.
More men come, but you’re both fighting: a flow that mimics the sea and the flow of clouds on a windy day. You flip Mizu over your back with ease, her grunts sending a deep heat into your belly.
When you both return home, Mizu showers, and you slip inside, hands finding her waist, her shoulders, the place on her neck where the sharp of the blade was earlier.
You kiss it, an apology. A promise, maybe. She cleans the dried blood off your forehead and you laugh, amused.
What? she’ll ask, confused. Nothing. Just, happy wife, happy life, right?
Mizu kisses you to shut you up.
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The amount of blood loss from a bloody nose alone would have me in shambles..imagine seeing mizu in action…wow
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