Credits: umbrakinetic
This is a small piece of my rewrite of the Miss Peregrine's book series, in which Jacob's best friend, Grace, goes with him to the island of Cairnholm. I did a Find and Replace on the name, however, so there should be no mention of her name. I say all this because some things may not make sense unless you read the story, so just try to ignore that stuff and enjoy the smut. :)
A bit of background: (Y/n) is part of the little coup that's getting ready to sneak off and talk to Martin, and Millard disapproves. (Y/n) then says something along the lines of "You can't control me just because of what happened between us," and storms off to her room to sulk. Millard goes after her.
I had just gotten comfortable in my bed when a quick series of knocks came at my door. I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest, trying to ignore the sound. The knocks came again, slightly louder this time, making me groan in annoyance. "What?"
"It's me, dear," came Millard's voice from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes as I heard him open the door a crack. "Are you decent?"
"No," I replied, rolling onto my back so I could see the door.
"Good, neither am I," he said, pushing the door open further to come in before closing it behind himself. I glared in his direction, hoping I was aiming somewhere close to his face. "Can we talk?"
I rolled back onto my side, putting my back to him. "What do you want?"
"I wasn't trying to control you, (Y/n)," he said quietly, padding closer to the bed. I felt my weight shift as he sat down on the corner. "I just don't want you to get hurt out there."
"I can take care of myself, thank you very much," I said, clutching my pillow to my chest. "I have one of the most easily weaponizable peculiarities out of anyone here. I should be out there helping to kill that hollowgast."
"First of all, you barely know the first thing about hollows," Millard snapped, making me flinch. "Secondly, yes, you may have a powerful peculiarity, but you've only just learned how to use it. Even if you could make a shadow rifle or some such nonsense, you don't have complete control over your abilities. They could backfire on you at the worst possible moment, and that could put you in grave danger if there really is a hollow here on the island."
"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot," I muttered under my breath, curling further into myself.
"Well, you seem to think you can take on one of those beasts single-handedly, so I don't know how else to talk to you right now," he retorted. I didn't respond, and he sighed after a moment. "You're not an idiot, (Y/n), I know you aren't. You're just inexperienced, and that's okay. However, I can't just stand by and allow you to throw yourself in front of a bullet for us. We've already lived a lifetime, and you're so young and bright. Don't waste yourself."
"Just because we haven't known each other long doesn't mean I don't care about you," I said, sitting up to face him. I saw where his hand left an imprint in the blankets and moved to grab it. "Especially me and you. I've told you so much about me, and you've told me about yourself in return. It feels like we've been friends for a lot longer than we have, don't you think?"
"It does," he agreed, not missing a beat. "But is that really what we are, (Y/n)? Friends?"
I thought about the few kisses we'd shared since Jacob and I had arrived on the island, making my face warm. "That depends, I guess," I said, brushing my hair back as I looked at our hands. "You're probably wiser than me. Do you really think that it's a good idea for us to be anything more than that?"
"If I'm being completely honest, no," he said bluntly. My heart clenched at how straightforward he was about it, but I knew he was right. And then he said, "But I don't much care what the bird thinks about us."
