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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years ago

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So, I’m thinking R & Nat were shield agents from the start, and they’d always flirt, but they were young and career oriented so neither moved to mate. Fast forward to when Nat leaves for the Avengers she’s distraught to do so, but the R (her “bestie”) understands, and they share their first kiss in a bittersweet goodbye in the quinjets hangar.

Fast forward more to about five years later, and Nat’s been gone for so long, but as Shield was crumbling she ran back to try and help salvage it only to see you. Everything stops, she wants to approach you, but then an arm wraps around your waist and it’s then she sees you’d been claimed, and you watch her calm facade crumble for the briefest of seconds.

Her precious Y/N, her destined omega, was manipulated into another’s arms. There’s pain in both of your eyes, but the redhead smiles politely as the oblivious alpha introduces themselves to her. (Could be a random woman character, or a GN!Shield agent for the sake of mystery).

Natasha gets you alone, and when she does she instantly notices the remorse, you regret your choice, but all she gets out of you is a hushed sorry before you slip away and find your mate. In her mind you were basically pleading to be saved, and in a way maybe you were, and so she enacts a plan to get you back. Maybe, just maybe your Alpha dies on a mission… Then maybe, it’s Natasha who comforts you, and the R’s so vulnerable that she lets Nat mark over the others mark, finally claiming her, and breeding her to introduce a finality to your situation.

Authors note: I'm sorry its a few days late, but better late than never

Warnings: graphic violence, blood/gore, death/murder, Reader has a penis, typical a/b/o stuff(mating, knotting, claiming), sexual content(vaginal sex, teasing touches, groping)

Word count: too fuckin many, i mean uh - 11922

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Clint brings her to a meeting room in SHIELD headquarters per Furys request. The gruff man had somehow accepted her into his fold, allowing her to be teamed up with Clint under his handler Coulson. And that meant she had to meet the few other agents the man was training with Clints help.

Most scoffed at her. Not only was she an outsider, but she's ex KGB. She shouldn’t be here and she certainly wasn’t a trustworthy ally. It made her feel like even more of an outsider. Like she really was the monster Dreykov made her to be.

But then her eyes met your y/e/c ones and you smile at her, and she feels a sense of peace wash over her. It's foreign to her, not feeling like she needs to have her guard up to someone new. But those Omega instincts the Red Room tried to bury, they tell her to let you in. And though her mind struggles against its conditioning she tries her best to listen to them

“Hi Natasha, I’m Y/n.” you greet, holding your hand out to her

She briefly hesitates, but as soon as her hand makes contact with yours she feels it. It's like a magnetic pull. She's never felt anything like it before, which causes curiosity to bubble within her. And when she looks into your eyes she can tell you feel it too.

“Y/n here usually gets paired to work with me on missions, and since you will now too, I’m sure the two of you will be spending a lot of time together from now on” Clint says, oblivious to the connection the two of you are feeling.

Her mouth twitches ever so slightly into a smirk, “Nice to meet you Y/n. Looking forward to working with you”

Look here” you instruct, gently tilting her chin up so her gaze meets ours

Butterflies erupt in her stomach at the feeling of your touch and instinctively she leans in as you look over the cut above her left eyebrow. The intensity of your gaze has her not even questioning you as you open the first aid kit on the seat next to her and gather the necessary supplies.

Though she's not used to someone other than herself caring for any injuries she sits compliant as you tend to her wound, first cleaning it before bandaging it appropriately and you thank her for letting you care for her by tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“There, much better” you announce with a smile, happy she's no longer bleeding

She reciprocates the smile as soon as you take the seat next to her, and only then does she let herself relax into the less than uncomfortable seat, “Thank you”

It was so soft you doubt you would have heard it if you weren't right next to her, “You're welcome, Omega”

She blushes at the title, it wasn’t used in the Red Room to address them as using a title is a sign of respect. Something which is still foreign to her even now in this new place she calls home.

A few of the other new recruits on the quinjet notice her unusual behavior, but none are stupid enough to say anything out loud about it. Especially so when you're giving a death glare to anyone that even looks at the Omega.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I had to catch up on some paperwork before Fury came after me” you tell the redhead as you take the seat across from her

She slides you a cup of coffee, “It’s ok, I went ahead and ordered for you”

“Thanks Nat” you tell her before taking a sip, you smile at her appreciatively as the warm liquid slides down your throat

Enjoying the peace of the small cafe compared to the bustle of SHIELD headquarters, the two of you decide to stay there for a while. You both slowly drink your coffees, giving yourselves time to also enjoy the others presence. Which you both greatly do as you share small talk and stories

“And then without any warning the tree branch he was on snapped and he fell straight down. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing when he complained about his sore ass while I patched up his arm” Nat says, a large smile adorning her features as she recalls Clints antics, “I told him the branch wouldn’t hold him, but you know how stubborn he is. He- ”

“You have such a beautiful smile” you blurt out before you can stop yourself

Her cheeks burn a bright pink as she averts her eyes down to the coffee cup in her hands and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride knowing you turned the badass assassin into a bashful Omega just by complimenting her

“Thank you” she mumbles, her eyes still glued to her cup

“Come now Nat, let me see those pretty green eyes of yours” you're not sure where the confidence to say such a thing came from but you're so glad to see her slowly comply to your request and you smile as her gaze meets yours, “There we go”

“You really think they're pretty?”

“Nat, if you carried Medusas curse I would still stare into your eyes, so my stone body could look at perfection for eternity.”

Her cheeks turn even redder but she tentatively reaches across the table, letting her fingers brush against yours as she looks at you for permission. You nod and her fingers quickly interlock with yours causing a soft smile to spread across your face.

“I’d put you on my mantle. You’d be my pretty little trophy mate”

You chuckle at her joke, “Mate, huh?”

“You’d be the luckiest Alpha around” she replies with a giggle and an unnoticed sparkle in her eyes

The barbell presses into your deltoids as you squat down and you let out a soft grunt before rising to a standing position once more. You shift your feet slightly to ensure your form is proper before continuing, dropping down into another squat.

From Natashas spot on the leg press she has the perfect view of the back of your body, and her eyes are glued to you. She watches the way the muscles in your calves tense with every squat and how your biceps are being perfectly shown off as they hold the barbell in place on your shoulders. And if that wasn’t enough to get her thoughts racing, the way your tank top and shorts were sticking to your sweaty body certainly was.

You finish up and drop the weight to the ground before walking over to where you’d left your towel and water bottle. The redhead finally tears her eyes away when you reach your items as she doesn’t want you to turn around and catch her staring

After you finish up gulping down some much needed water you wipe the sweat from your brow, and you smile to yourself when you realize you and the Russian are currently the only two in the gym. You head over to the press and add your desired amount of weight to each end before putting your plan into action

“Hey Nat” you call out, approaching her as she continues her current set, “Spot me on the bench press?”

“Yeah, sure” she replies, stopping her workout to take a drink of water

She stands and makes her way over to the bench press, allowing you to follow behind and admire the way her leggings and sports bra hug her body. She makes her way around to the back as you sit down on the seat, and she tries desperately not to stare at the way your shorts showcase your bulge as you lay back.

“You ready?” you ask, letting your eyes trail up her glistening abs as you look up at her

She nods, “Yeah, go ahead”

Though her hands are ready to catch the barbell should you drop it, her eyes are watching the way your arms flex. It's almost effortless, the way you move the weight up and down, and she starts to wonder if you even needed her there at all

“So, what do you think? Am I doing ok?”

“Yeah, you look good.” her eyes widen as she realizes what she's said and she hurries to correct herself, “ I mean, your form! Your form looks good!”

You smile at her obvious slip up, “Thanks Tasha”

She's thankful it was you doing the reps, because had she been doing them when you called her that new nickname she's almost certain she would have dropped it. And while she knows you’d have caught it she also knows it would have embarrassed her.

After you finish up the two of you decide to head over to the treadmills. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to enjoy your company for long though, because another Omega had come into the gym and apparently she's incapable of doing things herself.

“Excuse me” she says, approaching the side of your treadmill, “I don’t mean to bother you Alpha, but I was wondering if you could help me?”

“Sure” you reply, missing the way Nats eyebrows furrow, “What do you need?”

“Well I wanted to use the leg press, but I’m afraid that whoever used it last is able to move more weight than me, and well, the weights are a bit to heavy for me to remove”

“Not a problem.” you tell her, hoping off your machine, “I’ll be right back Tasha”

She scoffs as you go over and begin to remove weights for the other Omega, she knows for a fact that anyone who works out their arms would have been able to move them. And literally everyone in SHIELD lifts weights of some type, they have to, because the last thing you want is a teammate that can’t help carry you to safety should you become injured or unconscious.

Natasha watches in frustration as the stranger ogles your muscular form as you go about your task for her and her jaw clenches when she sees the way the womans eyes trail down to observe your crotch.

“There you go, that should be a good weight for your reps”

“That's perfect” she says, letting her hand come to rest on the swell of your bare bicep, “Thank you so much, Alpha”

She barely manages to contain her anger and suppress a possessive growl, how dare this nobody come in here and act like she even had a chance with you. The redhead knows she doesn’t, she can tell by the way you smile at her as you return. It’s a smile reserved for her alone. Still, a lesson must be taught.

She excuses herself from her workout and you and heads for the gyms locker room. She removes her workout clothes before redressing in her lounge attire, then she hastily makes her way over to your locker. In front of it lies your gym bag and haphazardly draped across it is exactly what she seeks.

With your favorite sweatshirt enveloping her she stealthily makes it out of the gym, through the halls and into Furys office.

Natasha covertly watches the Omega from the gym incident yesterday head into Furys office. The level 1 agent had been found to be in possession of a level 5 agents personnel file, the schematics to a quinjet and a report of a classified interrogation. All of which on their own would be enough to cost the agent her reputation and would get her demoted at the very least. Combined it's a career death sentence. Especially when she knows there's no way the young agent will be able to convince the Director that what Natasha had ‘found’ was actually planted by the Russian, she was careful to cover all her tracks.

Sure enough after a few minutes pass the Omega emerges, tears cascading down her red puffy cheeks as she holds the box that her belongings are to be packed in, her SHIELD issued uniform jacket no longer rests on her shoulders and her ID and badge are no longer attached to her belt.

Fury's eyes land on her and he gives her a nod indicating she did a good job sniffing out a potential traitor in their midst and she earned a smidge of his trust today. She nods back before heading on her way to meet up with Clint, and on her way down the various halls a smug smile graces her lips. No one touches what's hers and gets away with it, and you were all hers.

“Hey Nat, where have you been?” the archer questions as she finally shows up in the kitchen

“Had to help Fury deal with something” she replies, gaining a brow quirk in response, “It wasn’t anything mission related so don’t worry, just a potential rogue agent I stumbled upon”

“Really? What level were they?” he asks, curiosity getting the better of him

“A one”

“Either they were ballsy or whoever hired them was a moron. A level 1, ridiculous. At least go for a level 4, not some newbie”

She smirks at him, “Amateurs”

He chuckles, “I’ll say. But hey, I guess we should be glad the backstabbers are stupid, right?”

She hums in agreement, afterall SHIELD will only ever catch the stupid ones, and she's far from. She was the Red Rooms brightest student. Nearly an expert in every subject she was taught. A prodigy in her own right. Had she not had her heart, her conscious, she would have been the greatest KGB weapon used against whatever enemy Dreykov saw fit. She would have toppled regimes, brought countries to their knees. Compared to that, getting rid of a rookie was childsplay.

“Anyway, have you seen Y/n?”

He nods, “Yeah, she's in her quarters now. She nearly tore the gym apart earlier though. And the communal area before that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she can’t find her…” his words die in his throat as he finally takes in the worn gray sweatshirt that's two sizes too big for the Omega wearing it, “....her sweatshirt”

She smiles as her eyes look down at the fabric covering her torso, “Guess I should help her find it then.”

He shakes his head as he watches her head off for your room, “Omegas and their courting tactics.”

She knocks on your door and smiles as she hears you get up from your squeaky desk chair. You open the door and smile at her, stepping aside to let her in.

“Hey Tasha, Whats- hey wait a minute! That's my sweatshirt!”

“I know” she smirks, “I’m sorry I had you worried about it, I got cold yesterday and it was all I could find.”

She slowly unzips it, relishing in the way your eyes drink her in as she removes it. She wordlessly hands it to you, and your eyes dilate as you're hit with her scent that's practically flowing from it. Her heart flutters as she notices this change in you and she fights to suppress a purr

“Anyway, hope you don’t mind I borrowed it”

You shake your head, “You can borrow it anytime. It looks good on you”

You're awoken by a thrashing sound, and in the pitch black room it takes you a moment to place the noise. But when soft mumbles in Russian take over the quiet night, you realize it's the Omega you're bunking with.

You slip out of your bed and quietly pad over to hers. Now that your eyes have adjusted you can see the deep furrow in her brow along with the sweat that drips from her forehead. Tentatively you reach out and touch her shoulder.

“Hey, wake up”

The only answer you receive is a whimper followed by more thrashing movements. Your heart hurts hearing such pain in her tone and you hate to think about what past horrors she must be reliving.

“Come on Nat, wake up” you try again, shaking her lightly

“Pozhaluysta, ne bol'she(please, no more)”

Your heart plummets even further and you become desperate, “Tasha, please”

Her eyes snap open and she bolts upright, nearly crashing her forehead into yours in her haste. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and her fear filled eyes scan the room almost just as fast, until they land on you.

“Hey, you're ok. You're not there anymore Omega, you're safe”

Her bottom lip trembles ever so slightly and one of her hands reaches out for your own. You meet her halfway and she latches onto you as if you were her lifeline. You can feel her tremble slightly as she works on grounding herself and you want nothing more than to just scoop her up into your arms and protect her from everything the world intends to throw at her

“Alpha?” You squeeze her hand reassuringly, letting her know she can ask her question, "Stay?"

"You know I'm not going anywhere." You tell her, smiling softly, "My beds in the same room"

She shakes her head, the fear in her eyes coming back once more, and you know you've said something wrong

"Stay?" She asks again, this time tugging your hand towards her, "Please?"

You nod, "Scoot over"

She eagerly does so and you crawl in beside her. You're surprised when you feel her take your hand once more as she cuddles against your arm. You hadn't expected her to be this open with affection. Perhaps the nightmare really took a toll on her

"It's ok Omega" you tell her, scooting even closer, "You're safe while I'm here."

“Wow Nat, you look- wow” you stutter as she walks in. The dress she had chosen for this undercover mission was sleek and form fitting, with a generous v at the neckline as well as a slit up her right thigh

“Thanks Y/n. You look pretty wow yourself” she admits, letting her eyes trail over your appearance. The way your suit was hugging your muscular form had her lower lip trapped between her teeth

“For the love of god stop drooling at each other” Hill scoffs with a roll of her eyes, “Heres your mission briefs”

The two of you play off her call out as teasing and re-read the file again before grabbing your gear. Hidden gun and knife for you, hidden widows bites and knife for Nat. You watch the way she slips the fake bangle bracelets on before she bends over to attach the knife sheath up onto the garter on her left thigh. You allow your eyes to roam her plump backside until she stands back upright

“Good luck” Hill says with a curt nod, though she stops you with a rough hand on your shoulder, “And try not to let Agent Romanoffs ass be as distracting to you on the mission as it was in here”

Your brows furrow, confused on what she means before you realize your gun and knife are still in your hands and not in their holsters. Natasha lets out a hearty laugh at the realization on your face and your cheeks go pink as you scramble to get your weapons in place before scurrying after her as she heads for the quinjet

Your head hits the desk with a reverberating slam and vertigo overtakes you as you stumble away from your attacker, or attackers. With the room spinning you can’t quite figure out how many of them there are, or where they are. And that proves to be problematic when you feel a fist collide with your jaw.

You gasp as your back slams into yet another desk, sending the paperwork fluttering to the floor as the monitor screen falls and cracks under your weight. Before you can even attempt to throw a punch of your own someones strong hands are wrapping around your throat and cutting off your air supply.

As soon as Natasha had heard you get attacked through your coms she was on her way to you. Reasonably she knew you were strong and capable, but she also knew the enemy was ruthless and she wouldn’t risk your safety.

As soon as she enters the room she spots you being choked out by some big brute. He smiles wickedly when he sees her, and anger courses through her when she notices the way his biceps twitch, indicating the tightening of his grip on you

Her hand quickly moves to her holster and in a matter of seconds she frees her gun, takes aim and fires. The man doesn’t even have time to be shocked before he falls dead, but when you fall to the floor beside him her heart sinks.

“Y/n!” she shouts, rushing to your side.

She hurriedly moves you from your side to your back and she desperately searches your neck for your pulse. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding when she finds it. It's weak, likely due to how long he’d managed to keep you from taking in air, but it's there.

She takes a moment to look around her surroundings to make sure all threats have been dealt with as well as assessing where new ones could come from before refocusing on you. She resituates herself with her back against the wall so she has a perfect view of both the room's doorways and then carefully moves your head to rest on her lap. She quickly relays your situation to the rest of the strike team so they can send back up and then readys one of her sidearms.

While one hand stays on her gun just in case the other softly threads through your hair. She lets out as many calming pheromones as she can in order to both soothe herself and hopefully rouse you from unconsciousness. Which thankfully works.

“Tasha?” you mumble, cracking your eyes open

“I’m here. I’ve got you” she replies, moving her hand to your cheek, “You're safe, just rest until backup and medics get here.”

“Mkay” you quickly agree, relaxing back into her lap with a sigh

Your current condition keeps you from seeing her smile but she sees yours and she makes an unspoken promise then. You're never going anywhere alone on a mission again. She will always have your back. She needs to make sure you stay safe and she trusts no one with that job but herself.

Clint's pups clamor excitedly around their Auntie Nat, eager for her attention and affections, and although she'd probably never admit it the redhead is just as excited to see them. Because despite her unconventional upbringing, hidden beneath her assassin and spy layer is a lonely Omega. And her instincts make her crave what all Omegas do, to find a loving Alpha to call her own and have pups with them.

You smile softly as you watch her snuggle with Lila and Cooper and your thoughts wander to what the Russian would be like as a mother. At first it's wholesome things like how caring, loving and attentive she would be to her pups and Alpha, but then the longing to be her Alpha fills you and your thoughts shift. You begin to visualize how good your mark would be on her neck, how pretty she’d look beneath you as you claimed her and how beautiful; she’d look with a swollen belly full of your pups.

Unbeknownst to you this line of thought has caused you to pump out even more of your scent than usual, which is something that quickly catches Natashas attention. She stealthily glances over at you quizzically, but when she sees your lust filled eyes and tented pants she understands perfectly. She smiles at the pups before sending them off to find their mother, and she stands from the blanket laid out on the lawn. She stretches, allowing you to catch a glimpse of her bare stomach before she makes her way over to the front porch you stand on under the guise of getting some water.

“Hi Alpha” she purrs, sauntering over to you

You swallow thickly and do your best to stealthily adjust your pants, “Hey Tasha”

She lets her hand trail along your forearm as her eyes take in your bulge, “You were thinking about me”

Your cheeks heat up slightly at the realization you'd been caught, “Shit, I- I’m sorry, I- ”

“Shh, it's ok” she purrs, getting even closer. Her lips are now only inches apart from yours and her leg is dangerously close to brushing against your crotch, “I want you thinking about me, because I always think about you”

“You do?”

“Mhm” she answers, playfully nipping at your collarbone, “You wanna share with me what thought got you so worked up malysh(baby)?”

“I uh…” you stutter, focusing on the feel of her lips against your skin as her nips turn to kisses

“Dinners ready!” Clint abruptly shouts from his position at the grill. His gaze moves to the two of you, almost giving into your urges on his own porch, “Come get your horn dogs!”

“Hot dogs!” Laura quickly corrects, slapping the back of her Alphas head

Natasha chuckles at your obvious frustration, but she places her hand in your own, “Come on Alpha, there'll be time for that someday I promise you.”

After dinner she helps Clint clean up, though it's painfully obvious her focus is on you as you kick around a ball with her best friends pups. She keeps thinking back to what had happened before dinner and she wonders if you had been thinking about what she is now. What having a family would be like, specifically with you as her Alpha.

“You know, even a blind man can see how the two of you feel about each other” Clint speaks up, breaking her from her haze, “I think it's about time you admit it to each other and become a mated pair”

She shakes her head, “We can’t. Not yet at least.”

“Why not? Isn’t it time for you to be happy Nat?”

She smiles sadly, “I still have red in my ledger Clint. I need to atone for that before I can even think about getting my happy ending. Besides, Y/n is very career driven right now and I’d never want to hinder her by asking her to be my Alpha. I want her to be comfortable with her position before she takes on extra responsibilities.”

He shakes his head, “I really think you're missing an opportunity here Nat.”

“I’m not. I know she's the Alpha for me and she knows I’m the Omega for her. It’ll work out. We just need some time”

“I won’t do it” she says, nearly slamming the file back down on the directors desk

He raises his brow, “I wasn’t asking Romanoff. It's an order”

“What?! Stark had a choice!”

“He isn’t one of my agents!” the man shouts in frustration, “If I had the authority to order him around I would!”

She clenches her jaw and looks away from him, desperate to not let him see how glassy her eyes have become with unshed tears. Her heart is already beginning to ache at just the prospect of being away from you.

“Send Y/n too then.” she says, her tone hardly leaving room for argument even from the director of SHIELD

The one eyed man sighs, “Look, I know you have your eye on Agent Y/l/n, but I can’t send her. With you and Agent Barton gone, she's all I’ll have”

She glares at him, “You have Coulson and Hill. Not to mention Carter is rising in the ranks”

“Doesn’t matter. They aren’t specialized in the same things as the three of you were. And she suits SHIELD better than either of you do. You and Barton are wildcards, wildcards I trust, but…”

“But she looks better on paper than he or I do because she doesn’t have a background as a foreign operative or a killer for hire” she finishes

He nods, “I’m sorry. I really am. But if Barton can make his relationship with his Omega work while being an agent, I think there's hope for you and Y/l/n.”

She sighs as dread eats away at her. She knows Clint only makes it work because Laura gave up her job in order to stay at home and raise their pups. As it stands both you and her are career oriented, and with this change of career to something more vital for herself she knows there's no way she could quit to settle down anytime soon. Which means the only option for now is to let you go, part ways until everything lines up and you can be together. She just hopes the wait isn’t long and that you can forgive her for leaving.

“Hey, I got your message. What's going on?”

She swallows thickly, trying her best to not let the built up tears in her eyes fall, “You remember that assignment Fury sent me on for Stark?”

“The annoying playboy, yeah. I remember”

“And you remember how the Avengers initiative tied into it all?”

“Yeah.” you nod, “Did he finally say yes?”

“No.” she replies, looking away from you. And it's then you sense somethings wrong

“Hey, Tasha, you know you can tell me anything. What's going on?”

Her watery eyes meet yours, “Fury ordered Clint and I to join the team. We leave tomorrow”

“Oh.” you reply, trying to ignore the way your heart sinks, “Well, he couldn't have picked better people. I know you’ll do great there Tasha.”

She whimpers as a tear finally falls down her cheek, “But I don’t want to go”

“Oh my sweet girl” you coo, wrapping your arms around her, “Its okay”

“It’s not!” she retorts, burying her face against your neck, “I don’t want to be away from you. And I tried to stay Alpha, really I did but Fury, he-”

“Shhh” you whisper, placing a gentle kiss against her temple, “I know this isn't your choice Omega, and I don’t want you to go either. But as SHIELD agents we have to do what we’re assigned”

She whines and her hold on you tightens, “I don’t want you to find another Omega”

“I could never, Natasha.” you tell her, moving your hands to cup her face, “As long as we stay in contact, everything will be ok and it will all work out in the end.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. You're my Omega”

She crashes her lips against yours in a bittersweet kiss, each of you pour out your feelings for the other into it and god she can’t help but wish she had listened to Clint a few months ago. If she had let you claim her then she wouldn’t be leaving now and this wouldn’t be your first and only kiss in who knows how long

“I’m going to miss you so much” she whispers as you pull apart

“I’ll miss you too sweetheart. So very much.”

Natashas footsteps echo against the concrete as she rushes down the hidden bases passages. SHIELD has fallen and she knows this is the only place survivors of the fallout will reside, the true SHIELD agents. And she hopes beyond hope to find you there, safe. She hopes you weren’t injured in the fighting that escalated once Hydra was found out, but even more so she hopes Hydra hadn’t somehow managed to get their hooks into you and make you one of them.

She shoves the doors open so hard they clash against the walls and the guards' heads snap in her direction, their guns following. They relax when they notice the person barging in is the Black Widow, and she carries on, running past them and further down the next hall.

Finally she comes upon the room where everyone is gathering. Reunited squads sit off to the sides as the middle is a mix of people looking for their partner, friends or mate and her eyes desperately scan for the familiar face she longs to see. She's just about to give up hope of you being here yet, until the sound of your laughter rings out from the other side of the room.

Her head turns so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash, but when her eyes fall on you for the first time since she said goodbye all those years ago and her feet instinctively carry her in your direction as a smile breaks out across her face. She's just about to call out for you when another Omega steps beside you, her arm wraps around your waist with ease and when you turn to smile down at her Natashas heart crumbles.

There in the junction of where your neck meets your shoulder on display for all to see is a claiming mark, and the Russian knows it's not hers. Her eyes dart to the woman next to you and sure enough your mark adorns her neck as well. Tears blur her vision, this couldn't be happening. This couldn’t be real. You were her Alpha. You told her so when she’d said goodbye. She knows she hasn’t kept contact with you as well as she should have but she thought you’d understand how busy she was. She never dreamed you’d move on without her. Or without even telling her.

Just then, as if you’d sensed her you look up and your eyes meet hers. Your heart falls as you realize she's actually there in front of you for the first time in years, because you know you can’t greet her as you want to. And guilt gnaws at you when you see the tears swimming in her beautiful jade eyes. You open your mouth to say something, but when no words come out you end up looking like a fish gasping for breath and the Omega shakes her head to tell you not to bother with an excuse. She pretends like her heart hadn’t just been ripped from her as she lets a calm facade wash over her and she prepares herself for introductions

“Natasha I…I didn’t think I’d ever see you again”

She nods curtly, “So I gathered”

Not sensing the tension between the two of you, your Omegas face lights up, “Agent Romanoff, it's so good to finally meet you! Everyone around here always talked so fondly about my Alphas old partner!”

The Russian quickly covers up the sadness that shines through her eyes and looks to your apparent mate, “Y/n never mentioned you to me, you are?”

You roll your eyes at her behavior and wrap your arm around your Omegas shoulders to reassure her, “Well, maybe if someone hadn’t stopped returning my calls, emails and letters she would know that this is Sarah, my Omega.”

Her jaw clenches as she suppresses a pained whimper, remembering when you had called her that. But before she can muster up the courage to say anything in her defense your mate cuts in

“Well she's here now, which means she can now share in our joy.” Noticing the redheads' brow quirk in confusion she quickly continues, “Now that SHIELD is no more my Alpha has finally agreed that we can settle down and begin trying for pups, isn’t that wonderful?”

A pain like nothing she's ever felt before erupts in her chest at the news and she wants to be angry with you for doing this, but when she looks at you all she sees is the same sadness she feels. Which truthfully confuses her, but it doesn’t lessen her feelings of betrayal.

“Y-yeah that's great.” she grits out through her nausea, “Y/n will be a great mom”

“She really will be” Sarah purrs at Natashas words as she snuggles into your side, “I really got lucky here. Couldn’t believe no one had claimed her yet when I’d met her, I couldn’t ask for a better Alpha”

Nat nods stiffly, “Yeah, you really couldn’t. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find Hill.”

You watch her rush off with a sad slump to her shoulders and you decide you’ll try to find her later once your mate is settling into your shared quarters. True you're all into this predicament due to Natashas sudden year of silence, but you still feel like you need to explain what happened. You don’t want her to think you never meant what you said or that you never felt what she did. Because you did, and truthfully still do.

A few hours pass and you manage to break away from your Omega, so you take this chance to track down the elusive Russian. Thankfully you don’t have to search too long, you end up finding her in a remote area of the facility that was to become the armory. Makes perfect sense that she’d be here of all places. Cleaning her guns and widows bites always did help her calm down.

She glances up when she hears someone entering her space, and is surprised to see you there. She assumed you'd be off with your….with Sarah, and she didn’t expect you to come looking for her. She didn’t think you’d have a reason to.

“Tasha- ”

“Dont.” she cuts you off, ignoring the burn of tears in her eyes, “Don’t call me that.”

“Fine.” you sigh, “Natasha”

“Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it” she firmly replies

“Nat, please”

She shakes her head, “No, you made your choice. And it wasn’t me.”

“What was I supposed to do?” you retort, throwing your hands up in frustration, “We talked almost every single day, Natasha. We did video calls, we wrote letters, we texted, we called. Then one day it just all stopped. And you never even bothered to tell me why or what I had done.”

Her hardened gaze softens as she realizes the pain she's caused you, “Y/n, I- ”

“No Natasha! You don’t get to make me feel guilty when you're the one that ghosted me!”

“I- I didn’t ghost you Y/n! I had a sudden undercover mission! I had no time to inform you beforehand and there was a no contact order by Fury!” she defends

“Oh, and this mission just happened to be a whole year long? How convenient”

She shakes her head, “N-no, it was only five months, but when I came back everything was just so hectic and I got overwhelmed. I meant to reach out to you, really I did. But I thought you’d understand my absence.”

“I would have if you just would have taken the time to explain things to me….” you sigh, “I did wait for you, you know. When you went quiet everyone told me to move on, especially when Fury let slip how close Captain America seemed to be keeping you. But I believed in you. But then the months just kept going by with no sign of you and Fury introduced me to Sarah, the new recruit, and she was clear with her interests from the start”

“So you just let her have you?” she angrily asks, tears dripping down her face, “You just gave up on me, on us?”

“I went a whole year Natasha!” you reply, tears of your own falling, “I thought you didn’t want me. I thought you moved on.”

She vehemently shakes her head, “I could never, I always wanted you. I always will”

Not knowing what you could possibly say to make this situation you hang your head before turning around, intent on returning to your mate even though you'd much rather wrap your arms around the trembling Omega in front of you.

She lets out a whine as you begin to walk away, “Alpha, please. Don’t go”

“I’m sorry Tasha…I really am”

So is she, but not for the same reasons…..

Two days later the redhead practically bursts into the common room that you, Sarah and a handful of other agents are currently relaxing in.

“Where's the fire Agent Romanoff?” your mate tries to tease, but it falls flat with the other Omega

“Its all hands on deck Sarah, Hill wants you immediately for a mission”

Her brows knit together in confusion, “SHIELDS collapsing, what mission?”

“The kind that could potentially resolve the dilemma? Are you that clueless?” she bites back

“That was a little harsh Romanoff….”

“This isn’t the time for false niceties Y/l/n, the world is falling apart, in case you didn’t know”

“Oh, I’ve noticed.” you bite back, locking eyes with her

“Its ok Alpha” Sarah speaks up, “I’ll be back before you know it”

You break your gaze away from the spy briefly enough to kiss your mate goodbye before heading off to your room, god you were going to dread interaction with her if they all ended up in an argument or a stare down. Why couldn’t things just be like they used to be?

Natasha chuckles as she looks into the mirror, the reflection shows someone that is unmistakably not her and yet it is. She smirks as she takes in the fact that her once bright green eyes are now a dull brown and her vibrant red hair is now deep black. She's glad she decided to keep the veil technology she’d taken from her encounter with Peirce, it will make this operation so much easier.

She slips on a pair of jeans, an old tshirt and one of Clints sweatshirts she no longer cares for before grabbing a pair of shoes she's willing to sacrifice and lacing them up. She quickly grabs her pre packed bag and sneaks out of her room, heading down to the garage section of the base. She grabs the keys to one of the zero mmx bikes and waits.

She stealthily follows the SHIELD issued tactical SUV as it pulls out of the underground facility and she's careful to keep a good distance away from them as she follows. Not that it really matters if she loses them, she knows where they're heading thanks to the perks that come with being a level 10 agent. She knows every single detail she could possibly need to know for her plan to work.

Finally they arrive at the mission location. And in true SHIELD style the SUV practically parks right at the front doors, but she needs to be more discreet. She parks her bike nearby, hiding it from view of prying eyes, before slipping into the old Hydra building. She sneaks through various hallways, ones she knows go without surveillance so both Hydra and SHIELD will be none the wiser to her little plot, and waits for her prey.

However when the main doors to the facility do finally open, she's struck by the fact that she can hear two distinct sets of footsteps. That wasn’t right, Sarah was supposed to be here alone. She recommended it as a solo mission, but it appears as though Maria had other plans and sent along some backup. But she's not about to let that deter her from this. No, she will simply deal with the other agent first.

“I’ll take the left wing, you stay right” she hears Sarah say

“Ok, just keep your comms open in case there's trouble” the male voice responds

She waits a few moments to give them a decent headstart down their respective halls before she moves from her hiding spot, not wanting to risk being seen. True she could still take them both if caught, but there's just something so satisfying about toying with your prey. And that's just what these unlucky agents are now, prey for the deadly Black Widow.

She cautiously leaves her position and turns down the right hallway. The abandoned facility is dark, and from where she currently stands she can only see the agent's position due to the light he shines in front of him. A smirk tugs at her lips, this is a weakness she can exploit. Her eyes can become attuned to darkness within seconds, the Red Room has practically made them as good as cat eyes, she needs no flashlight. She easily moves along the hall, stepping around shards of broken glass and broken chunks of cement that would give her away as she sneaks up on the man.

He moves to an entryway a few doors away and she knows this is her moment to take him out. This way if something happened and Sarah shone her light down the hall, he wouldn’t be noticeable. She follows behind him like a shadow, only moving when he does to avoid detection. But when he finally passes the threshold into the old office she closes the door behind them. It creaks, like one in a horror film would and the agent spins around quickly.

“Who's there? I’m an agent with SHIELD, show and identify yourself!” he calls out, his flashlight trained on the door as his other rests on his gun, ready to pull it free from the holster if need be. Now that he's worked up she can tell he's an Alpha, but that doesn’t matter, he's still an easy target.

He takes a deep breath before taking a few steps back, making room in case someone was outside ready to barrel in, “Agent Harris, be advised I have movement. We aren't alone here."

He frowns when he gets no reply, not even the normal static sound of a quiet comms channel. His eyes widen with realization then, “Shit, comms are being jammed”

He reaches for his cellphone then, and Natasha sees her opening. Like a viper she strikes, swiftly knocking the flashlight from his grip with one hand while the other uses the cold steel of her knife blade to slice through his throat.

“Gyykkk!” he chokes out as he collapses to the floor, his blood quickly draining from him as he continues to gasp and sputter

“Sorry Agent Marques, you weren’t supposed to be here.” she solemnly admits, as she leans over him. She eyes a clean spot on his pants and wipes the blade there, cleaning it of his blood, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of your partner”

He lets out one last gurgle as she leaves the room and she smirks knowing what's to come next. She practically races back down the hall before veering to the left in order to track Sarah down. After a few minutes she finds her, alone in a large room that appears to have once been used to store files. The Omega is too busy rooting through a stack of papers to realize she's not alone anymore. Before she even has time to react a cool cloth is covering her face, and her world fades to black.

When she wakes she finds herself tied to a chair with some kind of blindfold blocking her vision. She tugs at her bindings in an attempt to see if there was a weak spot. To her alarm the rope appears firm and panic starts to set in. Her mind begins racing. Was Hydra doing this? What motive would they have to kidnap a SHIELD agent instead of killing them? And where was Agent Marques? He should have noticed her absence by now. He should have come looking for her.

“It's about time you woke up” a females voice calls out

Sarah pulls at her bindings again, “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Oh honey….” the voice coos as rough hands rip her blindfold away, “I want my Alpha back”

Her brows furrow in confusion but before she can question the woman out loud she watches her remove something from her face, allowing her true features to show. And Sarah's stomach drops when she recognizes the person in front of her.

“A-agent Romanoff? I don’t understand?”

The Russian steps forward with a dangerous look in her eye, and one of her hands wraps around the brunette's throat, “I’ll make it easy to understand then. Y/n is mine- ”

“She's mine” the bound girl retorts

“No. She's my Alpha.” Natasha growls out, “She's always been mine, since the day I met her. I mean, do you really think she wants you?”

A few tears slide down the other girl's cheeks, “Y-yes. She claimed me”

The other Omega laughs, “Only because I wasn’t there and Fury made her think I wasn’t ever coming back. Otherwise my Alpha wouldn’t have even looked at you”

“You're lying” Sarah argues with a shake of her head, “Y/n chose me for a reason. She- she loves me”

Another more vicious growl leaves the redhead, “Y/n only loves me. If she really loved you then she would have knotted you when she claimed you, letting you carry her pups. But she didn’t, did she?”

“Because it was too dangerous!” Sarah defends, “It wasn’t the right time!”

Nat quirks a brow, “Really? Too dangerous for two government agents to have pups? That's ridiculous and you know it. It wasn’t because it was the wrong time, it was because she had the wrong Omega.”

“That's not true” she whimpers, “I’m her Omega.”

Nats green eyes glare dangerously as her hand tightens around Sarah's throat, “No. You're not. I am."

The younger Omega thrashes violently against the chair she's tied to as her air flow is slowly cut off, and the fear in her eyes makes the redhead smile, "Oh, are you already scared? Well sweetheart, you better prepare yourself then, because we're just getting started"

She lets go of Sarahs throat and chuckles as she hears her suck in deep breaths, desperate to fill up her oxygen deprived lungs once more. While the other Omega is distracted she unsheathes her knife, and she slowly walks around her victim.

"Do you know what it felt like when I saw her again, only to find your mark where mine should be?" She asks, obviously rhetorically, "Or how it felt when she called you hers?"

Sarah remains silent as more tears fall. She knows nothing good is in store for her, she can only hope that Marques is ok and alerting you to a problem. Then you'll come for her and save her from your delusional old friend

"Well don't worry, I'm going to make sure you know exactly how it felt."

With that Natasha uses her blade to tear through the woman's shirt, exposing her skin to the cool air around them. She shivers but freezes when she can feel the cold metal being pressed against her.

She cries out as Natasha makes the first slice, creating a slash in the brunette's shoulder. It's nothing too deep, she wants this process to be agonizingly slow after all, but it's deep enough that blood is trickling. She repeats this action a few more times to various areas of the agents chest.

"P-please, you don't have to do this!" she pleads, the look in the other woman's eyes putting a great level of fear in her, "Please! I just want my Alpha!"

The Avengers sneers at her, "She isn't yours! Get that through your head!"

She continues her barrage upon the tied up girl for the next half hour, slicing into nearly every part of bare flesh she can find. Chest, abdomen, arms, legs, shoulders, ribs. They're all littered with various sized slashes. And crimson now paints the majority of her skin, and Sarah can feel the blood loss beginning to take effect.

"Please…" she whines, "I wanna go home"

Natasha smiles as she wipes a drop of blood from her cheek, "Oh you poor, dumb bitch. You aren't going home. You're never going to see Y/n again"

She cries, "No, please…we're gonna have pups together…"

The redhead let's her knife tip dig into the other woman's thigh, "The only Omega having her pups will be me. Because I'm going to be able to go home. I'll get to console her on your loss and then I'll rightfully make her mine."

"She won't move on t-that fast" Sarah stutters, feeling lightheaded

"Oh she will. Because really you meant nothing to her. You were a placeholder" the older Omega admits, "But I'm her true Omega"

"N-no…"

"As soon as I show up offering comfort she'll come crawling into my arms. And I guarantee I'll have her forgetting all about you as she claims and knots me, pumping her cum deep inside me so I can bear her pups."

Sarah lets out a whine, "She wouldn't want someone like you having her pups…she wants someone loving and caring, not …a psychopath"

"Oh believe me, I am loving and caring. Especially when she's involved. I'd do anything to make her happy. Which is why I'm doing this. I can't watch her be miserable with you when I know she'd be happier with me."

"And when she finds out what you've done…..will she want you then?" She asks, playing on the Russians insecurities

Nats jaw clenches, "She knows about my past. I never hid anything from her. The information that was leaked, she already knows"

"I mean this…me." The injured Omega clarifies, "When she finds out you killed me…her innocent mate….do you really think she'll still love you?"

"She won't ever find out. But if she did, I know nothing would change how she feels about me. Y/n will always love me"

Sarah leans back in her chair, feeling defeated by the other woman's words, and her eyes begin to feel heavy as exhaustion seeps into her. She knows that even if she managed to get free she's already lost too much blood to escape on her own. She probably couldn't even stand anymore.

As she thinks this her legs instinctively twitch, and Natashas grin widens as a new idea enters her mind. She chuckles to herself as she crouches beside the terrified Omega and she lets her blade point skate across the woman's calf before looking up at her.

"This will hurt"

Sarah lets out an ear piercing scream as the blade cuts through the sides of both her knees, severing the tendons and muscles that reside there. She continues to cry out as pain ripples down to her toes and up to her hips, it feels like her entire lower half is on fire and she's all too aware of the warm sticky blood oozing down her legs.

Suddenly however, the pain begins to die down. At first she thinks she's gotten another wave of adrenaline. But then a numbness begins to creep into her feet and as travels up her legs she realizes it's not adrenaline.

"Wha- what did you do to my legs?!" She cries, trying to move them to no avail

"I made sure you won't be running anywhere. Your tendons and ligaments have been severed, your muscles have been shredded and your nerves are badly damaged."

Sarah lets out a sob as her tormentor's words sink in, and she begins to mourn for the life she'll never get to have now. She won't get to live in a beautiful house with you, she won't get to raise your pups, she won't even get to have the dog she's always wanted. She won't even get to see your beautiful face one last time, you won't get a proper goodbye.

Her tear filled eyes look up at the other Omega and she can tell by the look on her face that time amongst the living is soon coming to an end. She's accepted that now.

Natasha moves quickly, plunging the knife into the chest cavity of her victim. There's a crunch as it scrapes against bone and the agent lets out a breath of air that would make you think she's been punched. Nat locks eyes with her, then she twists the blade.

A muted scream leaves your Omega and her face contorts into one of pure agony before the blade is pulled from her. The Russian watches blood gush from the wound and onto the concrete below and Sarah gurgles fill the room.

Panic filled eyes look at the redhead, likely hoping that she'll end her suffering. But Nats is content to watch as blood spills past her lips. Sarah coughs up crimson only to sputter and choke as she attempts to get air. But it's in vain, she's drowning in her own blood.

Finally after a few more choked sounds her body stills and Natasha has the great pleasure of watching the light fade from her eyes as all life leaves her.

Happy with her work she heads back to her original hiding spot where she'd left her bag and she quickly changes. She sports a new outfit and shoes now, the old blood covered ones take their place inside the bag and she places the veil back over her face. She quietly heads out of the building and hops back onto her bike, taking off in the direction of the new headquarters.

She takes a route a little out of her way, which takes her over one of New Yorks many bridges. She easily tosses her knife and sheath into the cold waters below and traffic zooms by her. Once she's in the heart of the city she heads down the first back alley she sees. Sure enough at the end of it is an old oil drum that homeless people now used as their fire pit. Thankfully one is around to see her toss her bag inside before lighting it ablaze. Not that they'd recognize her anyway.

Finally she's back at the facility and she pulls her bike into the garage. She sneaks back upstairs in time to get a call from Maria.

"Hey Nat"

"Hill" she greets, "What can I do for you?"

There's a sigh on the other end, "Marques and Harris haven't checked in. We haven't been able to get through to them either. I need someone I trust to go investigate it."

"And that someone is me"

"Correct." Hill responds, "Y/n has already been informed about the situation"

"Ok. Send me their mission location and I'll be on my way."

Natasha makes sure her entire investigation and her reports are done by the book. She'd even called Maria to inform her of the tragic news and get a body retrieval unit there asap. And now that they were here, Nat could leave and head back to find you. No doubt you had already been informed.

Once again she pulls her vehicle into the garage before she heads upstairs. She heads for your room first and knocks on the door. Worried when she receives no answer she lets herself in, but all she finds is an empty room. She heads for her room next, perhaps you were there checking to see if she'd returned yet.

When she opens her door she's shocked to find you laying in her bed, covers pulled tightly around you. You're obviously asleep as your breathing is even and she carefully sits down on the bed next to you.

A smile spreads across her face when she realizes you're wearing your old sweatshirt. The one she liked to steal because it smelled like you, so of course she'd taken it with her when she left. Of course it had lost your scent years ago, but now it will have it again.

A familiar scent permeates your dreams and your eyes gently flutter open, "Tasha?"

It's obvious by the rasp of your voice and the redness of your cheeks that you'd been crying so she gives you her best reassuring smile, "I'm right here, Y/n"

Without hesitation you fling yourself into her arms and she wraps you up in her tight embrace. She relishes in the way your body feels against hers, she's missed physical contact with you so much.

"I'm sorry about your….I'm sorry about Sarah"

You nod against the crook of her neck, "So am I. I should have been a better Alpha."

"You're an amazing Alpha "

You shake your head, "No, I'm not. I didn't wait for you and then I let Sarah claim me just because I was afraid to be alone and now...now she's gone and I don't even feel heartbroken"

The Omegas heart flutters in her chest, "What do you mean?"

"I feel terrible because she's gone, and she must have been so scared all alone like that. But I also feel relieved, and that's such a terrible fucking thing to say." You admit, running a hand through your hair

"Hey, hey. It's ok" she coos, trying to relax you

"I'm not glad she's dead, of course I'm not. She was a kind and sweet girl who really did care for me. But I never felt for her what I feel for you"

She purrs at your admittance and snuggles into you once more. You relax slightly as her nose brushes against your scent gland, but the guilt still gnaws at you.

"I should have gone with her."

"No" she sternly replies, "Then the same thing might have happened to you. And I can't lose you Alpha."

Her voice had cracked at her truthful admission, causing you to hug her tighter, "I know, and I can't lose you either Omega. I missed you so much"

"I missed you too" she purrs, gently connecting her lips to yours

To her satisfaction you don't pull away, instead you lean further into her, deepening the kiss by sliding your tongue into her mouth. She lets out a soft moan at the action and tightens her hold on you. Her heartbeat quickens when your hands land on hips and she allows herself to be pulled closer against you.

The kiss quickly becomes desperate and sloppy, causing the Omegas hips to grind ever so slightly against you. You can feel yourself getting worked up by her actions and shame overtakes you. Your Omegas body is hardly cold and here you are practically ready to make Natasha your own.

“Tasha….We…we can’t do this” you pant, pulling away from her slightly

“No please malysh(baby)” she whines, disliking the lack of contact from you, “This is all I’ve ever wanted”

Your heart soars at her admission, but your Alpha instincts are torn. Do you mourn your lost mate, who you never truly saw as yours? Or do you give into your urges and finally take Natasha as your Omega?

Sensing your inner turmoil the Russian reaches out for your hands. She guides them to her face, and purrs when your thumbs begin to gently rub her cheeks, “It’s ok Alpha, just focus on me”

“I think that's part of the problem actually” you mumble, smiling when she laughs

“What I mean is, you're too focused on how you're supposed to be acting and what you're supposed to feel as a grieving Alpha. You're too worried what others will think” she explains, “Instead, focus on this”

You look to where her hand now rests on your chest, “My heart?”

She nods, “Listen to what your instincts are telling you. What does your heart want?”

“You” you answer without hesitation, “I want you. Wanna make you mine”

“Please do Alpha. Want you so badly”

You surge forward and connect your lips to hers once more. Your hands eagerly roam her body and she whimpers at the affection, which only further spurs you on. Your lips move to her neck and she gasps as your tongue traces around her scent gland. Her hips jerk against you and her hands tug at your shirt

“Malysh(baby), please”

Not wanting to keep your Omega waiting you eagerly strip her and yourself of your clothes, and you marvel at how wet she is for you. Her slick is practically dripping to the sheets below and you can’t help but let your thumb run through her folds. She moans as you press against her sensitive clit and you can feel how she clenches around nothing. Your cock twitches at the thought of being inside her, getting to feel that for yourself

“So beautiful” you remark, gently pressing your lips to hers as you line yourself up with her, “Even more beautiful than I imagined”

Her cheeks heat up at your compliment but her reply dies in her throat as you begin to slip inside her, and she lets out a moan instead. Her hands clasp at your shoulders as you bottom out, and despite your urges to pound into her you still, allowing her to adjust.

After a few moments her bright eyes gaze up at you, and you find nothing but tenderness and love in them, “Please make me yours Alpha. Claim me”

You grunt as you comply, thrusting into her with a quickened pace. The way your cock stretches her out feels delicious and she knows nothing will ever compare to having you inside her. Her toys will never give her the same enjoyment after this.

“Fuck, Y/n…just like that..don’t stop”

“Not gonna stop” you grunt into her ear, “Not until I knot you and fill you with my pups”

A mix between a purr and a moan leaves her and her eyes roll back as you hit a sensitive spot inside her, “Yes, please Alpha. Wanna be yours, wanna have a family”

Her hands move to your neck in an attempt to pull you impossibly closer, but when her thumb brushes against your old mark for her a spark of jealousy flows through her. It matters little that the other Omega is dead now, what bothers her is how Sarah got to have you first. But she takes great pleasure in knowing she’ll be the first to take your knot, and your cum

Her velvety walls clamp down around you, and you let out a moan that has even more of her arousal gushing onto you, “Fuck baby, you feel so good”

She purrs and lets her walls squeeze you, “Want your knot Alpha, please”

“I’ll give it to you, don’t you worry baby” you reply, thrusting into her roughly

“Oh fuck! Gonna cum!” she shouts and with another thrust she releases all over your cock

“Such a good Omega” you tell her, kissing her neck as you continue to pound into her

All she can do is whimper and grasp the sheets as you continue, quickly bringing her to a second orgasm. But right as she can feel herself about to snap she feels your knot press against her. Excitement floods her at the thought of finally being yours and having you as her own and she hooks her legs around your waist to help pull you into her

You both moan in unison as you slip fully inside and lock into place. Her mind goes blank as she feels your cum fill her and a satisfied smile breaks out on her features when she feels you bite into her scent gland.

After a few seconds you pull your mouth away to nuzzle against her, “Mine. My Omega”

She's too blissed out to say anything in return but she purrs happily as your hand caresses her face. After another minute or too she begins to gain back some awareness and she hungrily eyes your neck.

“My turn” she whispers before biting you

She does her best to cover the other Omegas mark and she takes pride in knowing it won’t take long for the remnants to fade into nothing now that hers is there instead. Her hands rub your back as she kisses and licks at your wound and her heart practically bursts from happiness when you croon for her

“My Alpha, all mine” she declares, tightening her hold on you

“All yours Tasha. And I expect you’ll be with my pups soon now, so don’t you dare even think about returning to that damn team without me”

“I wouldn’t dream of it malysh(baby)” she responds, “I’m not ever leaving you again. But I’m also not willing to endanger our pups. I’m done with them.”

“I don’t think Fury will allow that” you admit, worry knitting your brows

“Oh, he won’t have a choice”

“Find yourself another assassin. I’m through” Natasha announces as she saunters into the Directors office with you behind her

He eyes her skeptically, “You can’t leave Romanoff. The team needs you”

“Frankly I don’t care” she admits, “Despite your interference I have my Alpha now, and I’m not going to give up being happy just so you can put me on babysitting duty. HAve Hill watch the team”

His nostrils flare as he becomes impatient, “You're not leaving. You leave and I tell your Alpha exactly what you did. Down to every detail”

Natashas eyes widen slightly. She knew he was smart, but she's sure she covered all her tracks…of course if you knew the situation as well as Fury did it would be easy to conclude that she had done it. But does he have proof? No, if he did she’d be in a cell

Your hand on her shoulder pulls her out of her thoughts and she hesitantly looks at you. She's petrified that you're catching on. Would you leave her if you knew? Would you hate her? Hate your pups?

“I know what she's done” you annonce, glaring at Fury with an intensity your Omega has never seen

The man chuckles, “Oh I’m not referring to Red Room activities here Y/l/n. This information would break you”

“Oh I know what you refer to, and if you think it changes anything about my feelings for my Omega, you're wrong.”

The man looks taken aback by your statement. Apparently he had been foolish enough to believe that you had actually moved on from the Russian when you settled for Sarah. Apparently he thought one no contact mission and a heap load of paperwork and endless missions would be enough to push her into Caps arms instead of making her long for yours.

The Russian approaches him with a smug grin, “You heard my Alpha. You have nothing to use against me. But we, oh we have plenty”

His jaw clenches as she slides him a file. He immediately picks it up and looks through it. There plenty of documents and pictures that paint him to be in league with Hydra. Selling them weapons, giving them data. IT makes it appear as if he knew they were in SHIELD the whole time and the only reason he got shot was because he refused to give them something vital.

“None of this is real. It's all a bluff. Doctored photos and my name inserted into others files”

You nod, “But who do you think the public will believe if those get leaked to the press?”

“What's left of SHIELD will fall without you to guide it, and your reputation will forever be ruined” Nat tells him, “Not to mention you’d be locked up in the Raft with all the other traitors”

His hand crumples the paper in her hand and he sneers, “Fine. Both of you go. Leave and have your normal life. But i don’t want either of you crawling back”

“We won’t” you tell him, taking your Omegas hand as you lead her from her his office

She happily giggles as she gets into your car and you smile at her, “I love you, my Omega.”

“I love you too, my Alpha. Now let's go start our new life”

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joylvetie · 7 months ago

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write a fluff/comfort fic where fem! Reader comforts Korra as she is drained out from being the Avatar and the responsibility’s that come with it. Along with being upset because she thinks she isn’t giving enough attention to her GF and feels bad 🥹

˳ ׄ ⟡ ◌ ⃘ Time Consuming

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— Korea overthinking and being her worst enemy, as usual.

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to be the Avatar's girlfriend. You knew you two would get into arguments and get mad at each other, you would worry about her on those dangerous missions you didn't accompany her on. But you also knew that you two would be able to love each other, talk for hours, go on late-night rides with Naga, and just enjoy being in one another's presence.

It didn't matter if you two were going through a rough time or a great time, it was always hard finding time for each other but you two always seemed to manage. Lately, it's been getting worse, Korra has been tending to her Avatar duties not only in Republic City but outside of it as well.

She wanted to make an impact on the world and not let anyone down who was counting on her, any more than she felt like she already had. So she's been working harder than normal but it was all in good spirits.

You couldn't lie it does hurt when you have to spend many days and nights alone, without Korra by your side because she was busy. But you didn't be petty about it, instead, you cherished all the time that you two had together.

Sitting on the couch, a sigh left your mouth as you listened to the radio. Hearing the voice of the announcer as he spoke of the events that were happening during the pro-bending match. You waited in anticipation as it was the last round of the match and both teams were close to winning.

This was the only sound that echoed throughout the sitting room, your back straightened as two people were knocked off into the water. Leaving only one person on the team standing, therefore it was 3v1. You could hear the announcer get louder so you knew it was closer to the end of the match. The excitement was bubbling up inside of you.

"He's in the last ring getting closer to the edge! AND-" The radio was immediately drowned out when you heard a knock on your door. You turned the dial on the radio, turning the volume down, and stood up. Confused about who was at the door, since you were not expecting anyone.

Your feet walked you over to the door and you cracked it open, only to see who was standing on the other side. To your surprise it was your girlfriend, you quickly opened the door all the way and brought her into a hug. "Hey! Why didn't you tell me you were coming by?" you said with a smile on your face.

She hugged you back but stayed silent, soon you two parted and she walked inside, closing the door behind her. Your eyebrows furrowed when you looked at her. She didn't say anything, which was weird because she was quite talkative. Something was off with her "What's wrong?"

It was quiet for a while, all you could hear was the small noises of the outside world around you. It caused nerves and worry to fill your body because you didn't know what she was going to say.

Soon she finally opened her mouth to speak. "I know I have a job as the avatar and I love doing what I do, truly but I'm just so... tired. I work so hard, every. single. day to make people happy and for the world to be a better place but no one is ever a hundred percent satisfied, no matter what I do"

A lump started to form in her throat and tears threatened to fall from her eyes "And I'm sorry because I spend so much time worrying about other people and trying to make them happy, I've barely made time for you. god, I'm such a terrible girlfriend" She brought her hand up to her hair and ran her fingers through it "I wouldn't even surprised if you wanted to break up with me"

Your eyes softened at her as you listened to her speak. You let her finish before you spoke "Korra we may not spend a lot of time with each other but we love each other and that's what matters. It's quite frankly your job to worry about everyone, you don't have to apologize for that" You moved to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"I know but you're my girlfriend and you're way more important than any of those other people may be and I rarely get the chance to show that" She sighed but you shook your head, disagreeing with her. "You show it all the time, even when we're not with each other because you're improving the world that I live in, If it wasn't for you who knows where I would be"

"I do admit, it's hard not seeing you often but we're both trying as hard as we can to make things work with our schedules so don't beat yourself up over it" You move your arms around her neck, letting your hands drape by her back. "I love you," Korra said before she placed her hands on your waist and leaned in, kissing you.

After a few seconds, you two pulled away from each other "I love you too baby" you said and then started kissing her face repeatedly, landing one for every letter in love with you. A small smile finally appeared and she looked at you.

"Can we go lay down?" She asked and her voice was a little low, "Of course we can" And with that, the two of you went to your bedroom. Just enjoying the fact that you were in each other's presence.

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, I didn't really know how to go about it even though it was a pretty simple request I overthink stuff a lot.

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the-amazing-wonderss · 1 year ago

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“Cry for me”

A/N: Felt like writing this after listening to 'Cry for me' by twice 😭😭😭 NOT RLLY GOING WITH THE MEANING OF THE SONG BUT definitely wanting to make these characters cry... ⎯ Mod ☠️

Content: Hurt/Comfort (mostly comfort), already established relationship, no gender mentioned for reader asides from the use of 'Prince' that is stated in Nene's part, isn't properly proof read/edited. Summary: A moment where you confront them about something

Characters: Nene, Kou, Hanako

“Baby, no more real love” ⎯This love was based on your imagination, you wanted something that you can only see in fairytales. Don't you realise you're expecting too much? Lower that expectation, love ⎯ we've got more than enough time to get our happy ending.

NENE was always romanticising the smallest of things that occurred or happened, wanting that to also happen to her as well but... She wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up to you.

Thus why she was usually in her own little bubble fantasying about it, instead of stepping forward with the idea.

Which leads to why you sometimes feel as though you don't meet with her expectations in the relationship. She wants a prince, but could you fill in that role for her?

It was already difficult for you in that aspect, but after finding out she's been going on her own little adventure ⎯ going against rumors, ghosts, and even putting her life at risk just for the sake of others.

You're far from just 'worried' at this point.

Depending on how you handle the situation ⎯ whether you were the one confronting her about it, or Nene coming up to you if you were the type to put distance between yourself and others in situations like this. It'd still end up with you, her, or both of you crying your eyes out.

Nene understanding where you're coming from and hugging you desperately in her arms, her short daikon legs on their tippy toes as she clings onto you.

She'll try her best to reassure you through the coming days after the incident that you mean so, so so much to her.

Trying to also find times to spend more times with you in or outside of school.

Even begging Hanako to let her off of cleaning duties for a bit to hangout with you too. Kou would often help with this by taking on those duties for her instead.

She feels really bad about how she made you feel and what she's kept from you, that she's making a really desperate attempt to make it up to you.

You were her first lover, so how could she make you feel such a way?

In the end you both do make up and find solutions to compensate on what happen.

Even when Nene still has to go against a lot of things, in life and against apparitions...Through thick and thin she knows you have her back supporting her on her decisions, as she does with you.

She loves you. You love her. "You'll always be my prince, alright? You can be charming, clumsy, or even silly and you'll be it!" Suddenly turning around with her hair swishing along with her movement, she grabs hold of your shoulders, eyes mixed with so much determination and love behind them. - "S/O I...I love you!"

“Yeah, you really make me a sad” ⎯ Yeah you're busy wanting to work on yourself but baby I'm still here. Lean on me, cry for me, let me help you rest just for a moment in my arms and we can start a new day with no regrets. Wouldn't that be nice?

KOU is a real sweet guy, he truly is. There isn't a bad bone in that body of his and yet... You could feel as though there's some things he won't tell you.

From the way his brother has the title of the 'School prince' to his family being renowned exorcists, there must be a lot of weight on his shoulders as he tries to catchup to their achievements.

It's sad that you already know what he's going through and how he tries to hide it in hopes that you won't worry about him or think little of him, but you want to help in some way.

You wanna be the pillar he could go to when he needs a break.

So you were most definitely the one to confront him about it first by approaching him after school in his class.

Saying what you felt and want from him, how you're worried he's pushing himself too hard, and even saying if there's anything you could do to help him ⎯ leaves Kou speechless.

How could someone like you care for him so much? Just the thought alone and how you came to him about this, starts making tears brim and spill from his eyes.

He wants to seem tough, strong, reliable ⎯ but on the inside he's far from those, no, he isn't but... There's a side to him that wants to lean on someone else for a change.

And that's what happened.

In the moment of vulnerability he clings onto you and just holds you in his arms, crying his eyes out like a child who's lost something precious to them.

The aftermath of the situation would be him telling you everything that's been on his mind. Exorcisms, apparitions, even the adventures he's been exploring with both Nene and Hanako.

It's hard to ingest the new information he dumps onto you but... You were glad to break through to him in the end that you don't really care.

Whenever he's done with his little adventure, you immediately receive a text from him saying he's fine and heading home now. Or if he could stop by your place to recharge.

You love him. He loves you. "Ah⎯ S/O! Sorry I was just..." He sighs, "I got carried again and might've uhm... hurt my hand again, sorry. I-I know you told to be careful but⎯!! Aah, don't give me that look! I swear I'll be more careful I promise!!" - "....I really don't deserve someone as kind and caring as you, yknow? I love you so much, S/O."

“I want you to die for me (for me)” ⎯ Even though we live in separate worlds from each other, there's still time to spend. Stop thinking and relax, don't look so far ahead into the future just focus on the present ⎯ focus on me. I'm here. I'm here.

There's a lot of problems with being HANAKO that you thought you could overlook when you got into a relationship with him, but as of recently, it's been getting harder and harder for you to just turn a blind eye to it all.

Especially when it came to things that he decides on his own, thinking he's doing what's best for you and yet, not even talking to you first about it?

Another thing would be how secretive he is. It's natural for him to have things he wouldn't want to reveal yet, but there's just so much kept hidden. Making it hard to tell if he actually trusts you as his partner.

Maybe you talked to Nene or Kou about it but it seems like they also don't know much about him either.

So when the moment happens when you try confront him about it, he'd be silent about it over all. Waiting until you've stopped talking to say his peace.

And yet, all that comes out were remarks about how he doubted the relationship would last ⎯ him a ghost, you a human.

"It wouldn't work out anyways"

Depending on how you react: If you were hurt by what he said and start crying, he'll quickly turn away and look at the window as to not feel guilty for what he said.

But if you confront him more aggressively? Grabbing his shoulders, yelling out him as big fat tears roll down your cheeks ⎯ he'd be shocked and stunned.

"I don't care! I don't care ⎯ Hanako, I just... I want to look on the brighter side and be with you, don't you get that? Don't you think I already knew what I was getting into when I confessed?"

"S/O.."

"You mean so much, so so much to me. So don't throw me away yet.."

In a swift motion he has you in his arms, holding you so tight with your head resting against his chest so you wouldn't see the tears pouring from his eyes.

He's so embarrassed, ashamed, but most definitely touched by your words that struck his motionless heart.

And although it does take a while for you to calm down, you both do end up properly talking in the end. Before that though, he does apologise for what he said and did, for acting cruel and not considering how you felt before coming to a conclusion.

Everything after the incident is just him reverting back to his normal self, teasing and poking fun at you but in a more... closer kind of way? You can tell it's more personal and different from how he teases Nene and Kou.

And he is slowly opening up more, just a bit though. But that's a far better result than before.

Of course it'll take a bit for him to open up properly, but when the time does arrive, you'll lend an ear to him at any given moment.

You both love each other. "Back again already? Haha did you miss me that much? S/O ... You really do love me, don't you? Well your lucky that I love you too, yknow!!" He laughs more louder as you punch his arm from how cocky he sounded in the end. - "Mmm... But I guess I should say I'm the lucky one?" He mumbles under his breath, idly watching you clean the bathroom.

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severeaesthetic · 6 months ago

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In another life

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I am so sorry in advance

⚠️Angst, Death, mentions of violence, suicide⚠️

Nanami Kento is a very serious man. He was serious in his job as a salaryman was serious in the four years he did it full time. He is serious about his wife and his daughter and son on the way. Now though, he has more pressure as a jujutsu sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu high. He doesn't get to spend as much time as he would like with, you, his heavily pregnant wife and two year old daughter Kurotori. He has a picture on his desk from when you moved to your new country home in a tiny village not far from Jujutsu High. He looked forward to coming home to his girls every day.

After leaving the school after another draining day, he was excited when he saw Kuro in the window waiting on him. As soon as he parked and got out of his car Kuro took off towards him, screaming at the top of her lungs "papa home! papa home! papa home!" Ken dropped his briefcase and immediately picked her up and smothered her in kisses causing her to giggle at the feeling of his stubble tickling her.

He was a man who loved his routine. He loved parking his car and picking up his daughter who always ran outside to be the first to greet him before you could. She was a daddy's girl through and through. He loved you though, just as much. He loved you waiting for him at the door with a kiss and when your daughter would push you away cause "das my papa mama!" and you can't kiss him until he Ken tickles her and calls her a brat(playfully) for not letting you kiss him. Dinner changes every other day depending on leftovers. He always looked forward to eating the delicious food you made, and getting your daughter stripped and in her high chair ready to make a mess with whatever it was.

Most parents find being with their child and doing little tasks tedious and annoying. But not him. He loves being home early enough to spend time with Kuro before she goes to bed. He does bath time every night, unless he has to work late (which is very rarely does, that was his one rule when going back to sorcery). He enjoys rolling up his sleeves and playing with the bubbles and bath toys and spending as much time as he can with these little moments. Both of you have to get Kuro ready for bed. One of you does the diaper and the other gets her dressed. Then, her night time routine. Her cup of milk and snuggled in her big girl bed between you and Ken and one of the many books she has. Her favorite series is Skippyjon Jones, so those books are read over and over again, but Ken doesn't care. He loves seeing the way her eyes light up at the silly cat and the very cute way she repeats certain words and phrases like a parrot.

After getting her to bed, it's big people time. This is the time where you both clean up and put away dinner and do the dishes. Soft music playing in the background and glasses of wine for the bu both of you. After the dishes are done the two of you dance in the dim light of the kitchen having a moment to be with each other in a way that isn't sexual. After cleaning up, you two head to the bath or shower with soothing lavender candles. Most of the time it leads to passionate love making, neither of you in a rush and just being together in the moment. Your night time routine is pretty much intertwined, you do yours and his skincare, brush your teeth, rub lotion on each other, Ken is always the one to rub your baby bump with lotion, he talks to it and tries to feel the baby kicking. Massages are a must, his shoulders kill him and your lower back and hips is typically what kills you with the baby on the way.

He loves his routine and wouldn't change it for a thing. So when his routine gets interrupted by whatever the case may be pissed is an understatement. Not at you or Kuro, never at you two. Working late is usually what pisses him off to no end. But this time it was important. Curses everywhere, wiping out all the sorcerers. He knew you and Kuro would be safe away from the city thank God. There was so much damage to the city and the innocent people by the major attack. He was hurt badly, so even though he knew you were up waiting for him he stayed at the school and got his wounds tended to before coming home.

"Mr. Nanami? Mr. Nanami?" He was confused, at first he thought it was your voice but you never called him that. It was a mans voice. All of a sudden everything isn't blurry anymore. The police tape on his front door, red and blue lights illuminating everything. Including the three bodies under sheets being put back into the coroner vans. He was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a shock blanket, barely registering that an officer was telling him he would have to identify the bodies.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today..." Ken zoned out after that. He was sitting in the front pew of the church with all the staff from Jujutsu High. All he could focus on was the three pictures. You, Kuro, and your baby boy who didn't have time to live. He knew that your daughter would've wanted pink and glittery, so he fulfilled her request. Matte black for you and a powder blue matte for your son. He knew how much his girls loved flowers so he spared no expense and the whole church was an array of flowers in different colors and species even if it wasn't the right season.

Empty. That doesn't even describe it. There is nothing to describe the hole that is his heart. He has tried to go on about his routine as best he can. But the ultimate interruption has driven him mad. He has no more tears to cry. He sleeps with your clothes and Kuro's favorite blanket and stuffed teddy bear because it smells like you both still. He goes to work and stares at that picture on his desk. He goes through the motions of his daily routine.

Sitting at his desk, he was watching your wedding video. One thing you said in your vows stuck out to him though.

"I found you in this life, and I promise to find you in every other life after this one." Both of you were crying and looking absolutely stunning in your dress and his suit.

In another life. You said you would find him. He said he would find you. So it's okay that he wants to leave so much to be with you and his kids. He has thought about it a lot since that day. It is so tempting. He hasn't been eating as much. Again, it's his planning period, so he is alone in the classroom. He planned it all out. Something quick and painless, he would simply go to sleep in his chair.

The needle in his neck hurt like hell, so did the liquid going in. He leaned back in his chair and got comfortable staring at the ceiling. His vision started going blurry before he saw everything clear as day. It was his normal routine. He got out of the car in the driveway, Kuro was running to greet him after seeing him in the window. He picked her up and smothered her in kisses. He saw you, standing on the porch holding your new son waiting to give him his kiss.

In another life, you and your children were brutally murdered by curses. This life though, this life is perfect and he wouldn't change a damn thing.

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kristannafever · 1 month ago

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Mountain Man - Ten

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 2997

Collab with @lukin08

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Anna woke up wrapped around Kristoff’s back. Hazy memories of being half asleep surfaced in her mind. He had rolled away from her in his sleep, and Anna had chased him, settling her arm around his side and her face pressed into the nape of his neck.

She pulled in a gentle inhale, breathing in the smell of his clean hair. Even though she wore the same shampoo since she’d used his, it smelled different on him. It smelled better.

Smiling, she remained still so as to savor being this close to him for as long as she was able, when something suddenly clicked in her mind. It was like everything he had said to her suddenly made sense. The way he chose to live his life. The simplicity of it. She realized that since she’d been trapped up here with him, she had not once thought about her business, or her bills, or even her sister. All she thought about was the work that needed to be done that day and that in and of itself was a certain kind of peace.

Could she do it? Live this life with him? Absolutely. Would she? …No. And as much as she tried to think of a way that they could compromise; spending winters in the cabin and summers back home, part of her understood that it was likely something Kristoff could not do. This was his very specific life that he had chosen. It was either his way, or her way, and neither of them were willing to give it all up.

Kristoff stirred a moment later and Anna backed away from him, worried about her compromising position. He seemed not to notice and was soon standing beside the bed, stretching out his back. He turned to look at her.

“Morning. You sleep well?”

With you, always. “I did, thanks. You?”

He smiled. “Like a cat in a sunbeam.”

They went about a morning routine that somehow seemed familiar now, talking through it all, even while they ate their oatmeal breakfast. Kristoff told her he wanted to check the beaver traps that Anna had moved, and then see if there were any martins on the sled line. He told her since they’d moved the beaver traps to calmer waters where the river split, they didn’t have to snowshoe it since the trees were much more thinned out in that area.

Anna liked the idea of going out with him on the snowmobile again, being able to wrap her arms around his thick, muscular waist. And she was trilled that she didn’t even have to ask to help. Kristoff just invited her along.

They went outside to clear air and high cloud cover. The storm had almost passed them by. They gave each other a quick look, neither of them being able to acknowledge out loud what it meant, and trudged to the snowmobile shed. Kristoff hooked up the sled to the back and they took off to check the beaver traps.

The morning went by quickly. They pulled the sled along the river checking the traps and Kristoff told Anna about his childhood and how Linda and Cliff had taken him in after his parents died. He asked her about her parents and sister and couldn’t get enough of her talking about her business. He seemed honestly intrigued. No one, besides Frank, had ever been as interested in what she did.

There was something else Anna noticed as well. Kristoff had a large grin on his face. It was exactly like the other night when their rum induced laughter filled his small home. She couldn’t stop looking and at how happy he seemed. Kristoff caught her gaze more than she’d like to admit. He gave her a larger smile each time before looking down and away from her.

Each trap was full and Kristoff’s elation and relief made her bubble over in pride. As they put the beavers onto the sled, Kristoff looked across to Anna.

“Thank you.” Those chocolate eyes were gazing at her and Anna’s heart melted a little more for him. “I don’t know what I would have done without your help.”

Anna could only stare back. It was suddenly too hard to fight her feelings. She had a sudden and deeply strong urge to jump over to him, wrap herself around him and beg him to let her stay. She tore away from his gaze, trying to gain her composure.

“We have to take them back to process now, right?” she asked, getting on the back of the sled. “Then check the martin line?”

He nodded and got on in front of her and spoke over his shoulder. “Yeah. Between the both of us it shouldn’t take long.”

Anna smiled again that she did not have to ask him what she could do to help. She wrapped her arms around his waist, setting her cheek in the middle of his back and sighing deep with satisfaction as he took off.

Back at the homestead, Kristoff was right. They processed the furs quickly and loaded up the sled with some new bait for the martin traps and a few extra that Kristoff wanted to set up near the end of the line.

They baited every trap they passed, still chatting idly about their lives, until they came to the last one on the line. There had been a Martin in it, just like the first time they had gone out and checked. Kristoff retrieved it, rebaited it, while Anna grabbed the two traps he wanted to set up near this lucky spot.

“Um… So where did you say you wanted to set the traps?” she asked as he trudged back to her.

Kristoff pointed past the snowmobile. “Not too far. We can walk if you think you’re up to it.”

Anna crinkled her nose at him. “Is that a challenge?”

Kristoff’s hand went to his head to adjust his cap. “Nah, nothing you can’t handle,” he said as he waved his hand down. “You’re strong.”

After hey strapped on their snowshoes and walked in the direction to where Kristoff wanted to set his traps, he asked Anna more about flying.

“So, tell me,” Kristoff said after all the traps were set and they started to make their way back to the snowmobile, “what’s the best part?”

“Best part?” Anna asked, giving Kristoff a side glance.

“Out of everything you told me. Everything you do. What is it that keeps you getting in the plane time after time?”

Anna took a moment to think, the crunch of their snowshoes on the fresh powder eerily poignant in their silence. “I think…” Anna stopped herself trying to figure out the best way to describe her feelings to Kristoff. “There’s a ridge. It’s not all that far from where I take off. I have to go over it a lot – to get to you as a matter of fact. It looks so imposing as you approach, just the shear walls of the mountains daring me to cross. Then right after you pass over it, the whole valley opens up and the mountains seem to go on forever, all capped in this unending white. It takes my breath away each time. There’s a beauty being up there that you can’t get on the ground I tell you. I feel so free every time I see it.”

Kristoff didn’t say anything, only nodding his head. He remained quiet, almost in contemplation. Anna was only able to last a few minutes before she was filling the silence with whatever popped into her head. It took her a second to notice he had fallen back behind her. Anna’s words died as she looked back to see Kristoff standing several paces back.

“Can’t keep up with the pace?” She playfully called back to him. When he didn’t answer her, Anna asked again. “Everything alright?”

Kristoff regarded her for a few moments before waving his arm in a beckoning motion. “Follow me. I want to show you something.”

He took a turn off the trail and disappeared into the trees. Anna had to hurry up to see where he went. His tracks led to a small clearing between the trees. It looked like it may have been a trail, but not one that Kristoff could have used much. After a few more hurried steps, she caught up with him.

“Where are we going?” No response. She tried again. “Kristoff, where are we going?”

He didn’t slow down or look back at her. “Just wait. You’ll see in a minute.”

She continued to follow him along the narrow path, growing more impatient by the second. Finally, the trees started to clear. In front of them was a grouping of boulders that Kristoff hopped up on.

He stopped and looked back at her, offering his mittened hand to her. “Are you ready?”

Anna narrowed her eyes at him, and reached out for his hand. He pulled her up over the cropping of rocks. After she made sure her footing was secure see looked up and what she saw took her breath away. In front of her was the entire valley stretching out as far as she could see and framed by mountains. It was the same view she had been seeing for years from her plane. Anna stood there, frozen in place as she gazed at the magnificent spectacle in front of her.

“There’s beauty here too,” Kristoff said.

“Oh my God, Kristoff. This… this is amazing!”

Anna looked at Kristoff. His eyes were already on her, a soft smile on his face. She sucked in a breath as his fingers grazed her cheek. He reached up to her only to tuck a stray tendril of hair back under her hat. He turned his gaze back at the valley and Anna was grateful he wasn’t able to see the look of disappointment washing over her.

Kristoff drew in a large breath before he spoke. “Even though we may be seeing at it from different angles, in the end it’s still the same view. Magnificent no matter which way you look at it.”

They could have stayed out there for days as far as Anna was concerned, but eventually Kristoff nudged her, telling her they needed to start heading back before it got dark. He disappeared behind her, jumping down from the rocks. She took one last longing look back before jumping into Kristoff’s outstretched arms.

On the way back, Kristoff told her how he stumbled on the view once on an excursion and how he liked to come out here sometimes on warmer days in the summer when the walls of the cabin were starting to close in on him and he needed a moment to relax and take it all in. Anna listened to him talk. His voice was like velvet and she could get lost in hearing him talk about absolutely nothing. It wasn’t until the snowmobile was in sight that she realized her hand was in his. He looked down like he’d just realized the same thing. Neither of them let go.

Anna looked up into his eyes. He met her gaze for a moment before it flicked quickly to her lips. Perhaps he did remember that kiss. The way he was looking at her now was the same way he was looking at her when they were drunk. She desperately wanted him to kiss her again.

Then, like he suddenly realized how vulnerable he was in that moment, he blinked and slid his hand out of hers and gently cleared this throat. “We should get back.”

A thought rose up in her and before she could think about it, she blurted out. “Race you to the snowmobile!”

Kristoff pulled a face. “What?”

“I said,” Anna straightened and said confidently, “race you.”

“In snow shoes? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not.”

“Have you ever tried to run in snow shoes?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. Come on!”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe. But I’m still going to win.” She gave him a wicked smile and took off.

“Anna,” Kristoff sighed, but quickly raced to catch up with her.

It wasn’t the running that was hard. It was trying to stay in a straight line and pick her feet up high enough, and she was determined to beat Kristoff. Anna flailed through the snow until about halfway to the snowmobile, the front tip of her shoe caught hard, sending her face first into the white powder with a quiet thud.

Anna heard the laughter before she saw him; ten feet behind her and doubled over. She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest but it only made Kristoff laugh even harder.

“I swear… swear to god that was the fucking funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Kristoff stood back up and wiped a tear from his eye. “Let me catch my breath for a second, but do you think you could do that move-”

Thwak

The snowball burst open on impact with Kristoff’s face, showering crystalline fragments into the air and embedding in his beard. He stood there in shock until he noticed Anna pumping her fists in the air and jumping up and down in victory.

She caught his smirk a little too late, didn’t see the snowball he had scooped up or that he was waiting for the perfect moment. She tried to take cover behind a tree, but the snowball hit her in the back of the head right before she ran behind it. Anna shrieked as fragments of the soft snow fell between the gap of her neck and snowsuit.

“Oh, game on! You’re going down!” Anna called out from behind the tree, trying to form as many snowballs as she could and build up a stash.

The first snowball whistled past Kristoff, just above his head. He didn’t have time to react before another one hit him squarely in the chest. “Hey!” He put up his arms defensively and turned to his side. More snowballs whizzed past him until another one smacked into his shoulder when he tried to bend down to grab more snow. “Ow! No fair if you just stay behind that tree the whole time,” Kristoff said, not able to stop the laugh in his voice.

“Don’t you know?” Anna said, picking up another snowball. “There are no rules in snowball war.” She launched another series towards Kristoff then pressed her back against the tree again for safety.

Her breath was heavy from the adrenaline coursing through her. Everything was quiet behind Anna until she heard crunching of snow. She dared a peak around the tree and saw Kristoff heading right for her. With no place to run, Anna darted out from the tree, releasing as many missiles as she was able to hold onto from her stash.

Kristoff laughed with each of her throws, flinching each time not knowing if the snow would make contact with him or fly past him at a safe distance. He was more deliberate in his attack, throwing when he knew he had a shot. Anna couldn’t form the snow fast enough, half of her throws disintegrating before they even came close to Kristoff.

“Give up?” Kristoff asked as he continued to walk towards Anna. His smile was so bright and he looked like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

He pushed them into a clearing near the snowmobile where was no where for Anna to find shelter. She was open and exposed and a sitting duck for his attack. Her response was what she always did, throwing herself head on without a second thought.

“Never!” She exclaimed and launched herself at Kristoff.

Anna’s momentum sent Kristoff stumbling back. She wrapped her arms around his waist as they moved backwards until Kristoff lost his footing and they tumbled into a snowdrift. They were tangled up in a fit of giggles.

“Okay you win,” Kristoff chuckled.

Anna was laying back on the snow with Kristoff on top of her. His arms were on either side of her and he pushed on them slightly to take his weight off her. As they fought to regain their composure, Kristoff locked his eyes on Anna. His breath was still labored, his face only mere inches from her.

“You still have snow in your beard.” Anna reached up and grazed her mitten along Kristoff’s beard. He didn’t move, but his eyes closed slowly at her touch and she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand away.

Was it minutes? Seconds? She didn’t know. Didn’t care. When Kristoff opened his eyes, there was an intensity to them that she knew she was matching. They stayed like that, both giving their silent approval yet unwilling to break their gaze. Kristoff moved first, dropping his head the rest of the short distance between them until his lips met hers. This was not a drunken impulsive kiss made before they both passed out. This was soft and deliberate and Anna felt herself smiling as she kissed him back and slid her hand to wrap around the base of his neck.

His lips parted and Anna took that as an invite, sliding her tongue into his mouth. After a loud groan of approval, he reciprocated. Their kisses became hungrier and Kristoff’s desperation became instantly evident. Anna gave into it, lost in the moment of his utter need, when suddenly it was over.

“I’m sorry,” he said, rolling off of her and sitting up in the snow, panting. “I’m sorry, Anna. I just can’t do this.”

Her mind was still a little foggy with what had just happened. She wanted him more than anything and he was not allowing it. Again.

She swallowed the emotion welling up in her throat, pushing it down for the time being in the swiftly dwindling light of day. “We better get back.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, unwilling to meet her eyes. “Okay.”

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romancingromanoff · 2 years ago

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This is a Life

Andy of Scythia x f!reader

Summary: You end up escaping an arranged marriage set up by your abusive mother in a strange way.

TW: Verbal/physical child abuse (child is now over 18 but it is implied that it has been going on for some time), arranged/forced marriage, 1950′s typical homophobia, somewhat graphic death/injuries, accidental suicide?

Words: 4225

A/N: Hello I am alive! I’ve been wanting to get back into writing recently and I’ve been disappointed by the lack of Andy x reader content on here so here’s my contribution. More marvel stuff is in the works starting with Thena from Eternals!

“It’s my life!”

“And you are my daughter! You will do this if you wish to remain a part of this family!”

“I told you I won’t marry him!”

A cold hand hits your left cheek.

You were fighting with your mother yet again as the two of you had constantly done for the past 23 years, which was way too long for you to still be living under her roof according to societal standards. While you were inclined to agree, being forced to marry a man in six weeks was not how you wanted to escape.

On paper, you supposed Nicholas Turner was the perfect match, basically everything you could ever ask for in a husband. His wealth certainly appealed to your mother, though he was also kind and considerate with a pleasant looking face others might find attractive.

Unlike those that had briefly tried to court you in the past, what really set Nicholas apart was that he seemed to truly care for you and respect your opinions. There certainly weren’t very many men like him in the 1950’s who didn’t immediately insult your intelligence or worth as a member of the lesser sex.

Not too far into your relationship was when you were finally forced to come to terms with a fear that had been looming over you since your teenage years. It had been easy to tell yourself you were still normal when all the suitors you rejected were immature little boys with stunted emotional development and only seemed to be interested in your body. You could tell yourself that no woman would ever settle for such disrespect in a lifelong partner.

However, you knew there was no denying that Nick was everything you should ever want in a man. You waited for those butterflies you had heard about from your friends to fill you whenever he asked to hold your hand or guide you by the arm for a stroll. But those bubbling feelings of love never came no matter how much you tried to force them. And if they couldn’t show up for Nick, you knew that no man could summon them at all.

The only person that had ever excited you in that way was another girl a few grades above you in school. She tutored you in math for two summers and lived just down the street. You had never felt so drawn to anyone else before.

“I have three brothers so it’s nice that we can spend some time together, just us girls,” she had said. You couldn’t agree more.

As your friendship grew, rumors about her older brother being a… sexual degenerate spread throughout the neighborhood and your mother quickly forbade you from ever speaking to anyone in her family again. The last time you’d heard about your friend was when her parents had thrown her brother out of the house and cut all contact with him.

No part of you wanted to believe that your friend had agreed with their actions but what if she had? What would she say if she were to ever find out about your true feelings for her? She would surely be just as disgusted as your mother.

“Yes. You. Will. You think this is your life? Well I gave it to you and I can just as easily take it away!”

You weren’t too certain about that after the strange events that took place the day before. Another argument with your mother turned violent and she started throwing some of her empty bottles at you. Although none of them hit their target, one flew through the back window and caused glass to shatter everywhere.

After cleaning up inside the house, you made your way outside to assess whatever damage certainly awaited you there. What you hadn’t been expecting to find was that one of the bottles hit a poor baby bunny not too far from the window. Falling on your knees in front of it, it pained you to watch as its small body twitched only a few times before ultimately turning as still as stone. The thought of leaving it there for other animals to pick on or carelessly throwing it in the trash didn’t seem right to you, so with a sigh you decided to find a shovel and dig it a small grave. It’s not like you were in a rush to face your mother so soon anyway.

The shed with the gardening tools hadn’t been organized since the warmer months. Coughing at the cloud of dust that immediately filled your lungs as the door squeaked open, you blindly staggered in the direction of the shovel, trying to feel for it with your hands, when your foot found a rake that was lying on the ground. The wooden pole smacked you dead in the middle of your face, forcing you to fly back like in one of those children’s cartoons that often played before the main films at the cinema. It sounded like a tornado was tearing through the shed.

All you could feel was pain spreading throughout your body. There was no doubt that your skull had cracked open as a gooey warmth began to soak your hair and pool down your neck. A sharp object also seemed to be lodged in your middle area and it quickly became difficult to breath or even remember what life was like before this agony.

You almost tried to call for help, hoping that your mother might at least be decent enough not to wish for your death, but something about that idea stopped you. What would she even be saving you from exactly? You knew you were dying as a strange numbness began to take over all your senses, yet a part of you seemed to be at peace with what was to come.

Lying about who you were for the rest of your life was worse than a death sentence in its own way. Maybe this could be your mercy if happiness was never attainable for someone like you. Maybe this was for the best.

There was absolute darkness and a sense of peace that seemed to stretch on forever. Suddenly, all of that shattered as oxygen forcefully filled your lungs. Something inexplicable had brought you back.

While your body still ached, a quick assessment helped you conclude that your injuries had healed almost miraculously. Your skull was awfully bloody but definitely smooth and in one piece. Slowly sitting up, you discovered that a long pair of garden shears is what had impaled your abdomen where you were certain a few of your vital organs must have been torn.

You were covered in both dried blood and newly formed skin with no idea how any of it was possible. The only thing you could think of doing was running back into the house to wash yourself off.

Darkness had covered the sky by then and you knew your mother must have been asleep by that point. Initially that made you feel relieved that you could dodge any questions she had until morning. However, as you scrubbed the leftover blood and sweat from your body, the fact that she must not have been concerned at all dawned on you. You had died out in the shed and where had she been?

“No, you don’t get to hurt me anymore!” You shook your head and stood your ground with a newfound sense of power only coming back from the dead could have given you. “You don’t get to control me like I’m your puppet! I’m not going to marry him or anyone else you try to push on me either. I’ve known this for a long time and I think you have too. But I can’t because I’m–”

“NO! No, I will not hear this nonsense again! I have things from the store I need to pick up and I expect all of this sudden change in attitude to be over when I get back. Or I will be beating you everyday until it’s your husband’s problem!”

Somehow her words managed to hurt you more than any physical attack could. You tried your best to hold in your tears as she gathered her purse and keys before slamming the front door behind her, but your eyes began stinging just as you retreated to your bedroom. This time, your instincts were successfully able to guide you on where to step.

You don’t know how long you stood there, disassociating and losing track of the time as you urged yourself not to cry.

A hand landed on your shoulder and caused an instinctive shudder to roll through your body. “Please, don’t!” You whimpered at the contact which you expected came from your mother.

“I’m not here to hurt you. But I need you to trust me.”

You turned and your eyes shot up. The speaker of the voice was unlike any other person you had ever seen. Her hair was cut extremely short, like the style Audrey Hepburn was known for, but with no makeup or bold lip color she appeared more boyish. She was also very tall for a woman, about as tall as some men you knew, though it didn’t scare you to stand beside her like it would with them. It was subtle, but sometimes you felt like they relied on their height advantage to make sure you were on a lower peg than them.

This woman was different with the way she assessed you with a lack of judgment. Something told you that she was worried about scaring you, not wanting to come off like she was sizing you up. You could see it in her eyes and god were they gorgeous. They were a mesmerizing shade that made you believe you were seeing the color for the very first time. You would gladly let the woman hypnotize you with those glowing pools of green.

“Who are you?” Your voice shook even though you could sense she didn’t wish to harm you.

She kept her voice calm and steady. “My name is Andromache of Scythia. But you can call me Andy.”

Andy? Andy. Hearing the name caused something to resurface in your mind. Not quite a song or a memory but something you had definitely heard recently. A man had been screaming that name as you felt him die.

“I’ve seen you before. I dreamed you were trying to save a man. A friend. Two other people were there as well. You were all surrounded. You were dying.”

“There are five of us now, including you, and we all do the same thing. We die and come back. And I know you probably have a lot of questions, which I promise I can answer, but you need to pack some clothes and come with me now.”

“Go with you? Where?”

You had been on a rollercoaster once as a child. It was a tall wooden one with a large loop that initially made you change your mind about riding it. That was before your mother informed you she had already bought your tickets and wasn’t about to let the money go to waste. The fear rose within your stomach with every inch the giant wooden coffin you rode in crept higher and higher into the domain of the clouds and birds. Every voice in your head screamed that you weren’t supposed to be here. A part of you was so terrified that you considered reaching for your mother’s hand. As if she would comfort you.

But then you finally made it to the top. All you could think about as you saw the sun setting on the horizon was how badly you wished you could chase it. And then you did. The ride dropped and your fears dissipated as laughter escaped from your body instead. For the first time ever, you could taste a sense of freedom.

That’s what it felt like when Andy reached for your chin and gently brushed the back of two of her other fingers against the cheek most recently marked by your mother. You weren’t entirely sure what the future looked like with her, yet you were eager to find out and explore all the possibilities opening up before you. No one had ever held you with such tenderness and care while also making you feel protected and safe. You watched as the woman’s eyes flickered from your cheek to your slightly parted lips before she withdrew her touch. It left you feeling empty.

“The woman that hurts you will be coming back any minute now,” she announces quickly before she starts darting around your room. She pulls out a suitcase from your closet and stares at you expectantly, like she needed you to move as if the house was on fire. “We need to leave before that happens.”

“My mother? She’s done terrible things but she’s still my mother. I can’t just leave without letting her know.”

“What’s your name?” Andy asks you. You tell her.

“Y/N, please listen to me,” she sets the suitcase down on your bed before taking your hands into hers. A part of your soul leaves your body right then and there. “Individuals like your mother have hurt you your entire life when you should have been protected. I’m so sorry no one stood up for you before. You didn’t deserve any of that. But now even more people that want to harm you are going to be on our trail as soon as they find out who and what you are. Now that I’ve found you, I can protect you. Me and the other three guys on our team. So please, come with me so that I can keep you safe.”

“Y/N?! Come help me!” Your mother’s shrill voice rings through the house.

“Pack quickly, I’ll hold her off,” Andy urgently reaches for something in her pocket which is when you realize she’s had a knife on her this whole time. Your eyes go wide.

“Wait! Please don’t hurt her! I’ll go with you but you can’t hurt her. That’s my only condition, I swear.”

You haven’t known her for long. You wish you could spend the next hundred years studying her face and getting to know everything there is to know about her. But somehow, you can still tell that something breaks inside her because of your pleading. She holds your gaze for the shortest eternity before nodding back at you.

“Okay,” she promises. You can tell she’s going to be true to her word. “But you have to follow my lead. When I say we need to leave, we leave.”

“Okay.”

You scramble to pack the most important things that come to your mind. A family picture of you, your mother, and your sister. The bracelet that your grandmother gave you. Your drawing notepad. It’s not too difficult to decide what clothes you bring as you have no real attachment to any specific pieces.

Echoes of your mother marching down the hall cause you to freeze up instantly. There’s one last thing you need to grab and of course it has to be in the trickiest place to get to.

“There’s a box of letters under the rug and the floorboard right here. Can you please get it? I’ll talk to her.” Andy nods before you dart out a small crack in your door and quickly close it behind you. It brings you face to face with your warden and the only obstacle that stands in your way of escape.

“What are you doing in there? I expect you to help me bring in my bags from the car. Are you going deaf or do I need to slap some more sense into you?”

“I’m leaving,” you manage to blurt out before fear stops you from changing your mind.

“You’re what?”

“I’m leaving. I’m not marrying Nicholas. I can’t and I won’t.”

“This again? How much longer will you insist on acting like a petulant child? I demand you stop this nonsense at once!”

“No. I’m leaving and you won’t get to control my life anymore.”

A look that you can only describe as amused appears on the woman’s face as she gives you a scoff. “Oh really? And where do you think you’ll go with no car or money to your name? I know you’re nervous about the wedding but-”

“I will never marry him or any other man either!” This was the first time you had ever raised your voice this loud and it was having quite the effect on both of you. The woman in front of you was completely stunned at your change in demeanor, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“I’m not like you! And I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. For so long, I’ve tried to feel the way I know I’m supposed to feel about boys but I simply can’t. And I think a part of me has always known that I’m-”

The swift sound of a crack silences you, though you don’t exactly register the pain straight away like normal. You bring a finger to your lower lip and it comes black with a droplet of blood. A second later, you touch the same spot and it’s completely healed.

“Silence! You’ll shut your mouth right this instant if you know what’s good for you. These ideas of… of perverse behavior aren’t you. You’re obviously ill and need to see a doctor immediately.”

“No mother, I-” You’re interrupted once again, although this time as your bedroom door swings open you aren’t scared of being struck or hurt. Andy’s presence alone means you are protected.

“Your items are secure. We need to leave now,” she takes a firm hold of your waist and pulls you closer to her body. From the threatening look she’s throwing at your mother you can tell that your presence is the only thing keeping the much taller and stronger woman from breaking out into a fight. Although, calling it that felt entirely wrong as it implied your mother would be able to stand a chance at winning.

“Excuse me?” The older woman spat like she had nearly swallowed a fly. “Who is-... Who do you think you are and how dare you come into my house!”

“Lady, all you need to know is that I’m the one that’s going to be doing what you’ve failed to do and actually protect your daughter from now on. Unless you want this to get violent, I would suggest stepping out of our way.”

No one had ever spoken to your mother that way and had anyone but Andy been foolish enough to yell at her, you would be worrying for their safety. But even after five minutes of knowing her, it was clear that Andy wasn’t easily swayed by a few empty threats.

“I–... Oh, now I understand everything completely. You must be the one that has corrupted my daughter with these wicked thoughts! Y/N, you can’t possibly believe this… this stranger intends to do anything but manipulate you! Whatever feelings you think you may have for her are wrong and can be corrected. I don’t want you to end up like this disgusting degenerate!”

“Don’t you dare call her that!” Your anger spikes hearing the venom in her words. Andy may or may not be immune to them but that doesn’t mean you can’t be offended on her behalf. “She actually respects me and treats me like a human being!”

“So what? Your plan is to run away together and go where? Do what? You are nothing without me and you know it! Since you were born-”

An involuntary scream leaves your body as the taller woman moves like a flash of light. Before she can even process anything, your mother falls to the floor into an unconscious slump at your feet.

“Oh my God.” It seems almost impossible to tear your eyes away from the sight before you. You’ve never seen someone so… still. Then it dawns on you that she might be…

“She’s just unconscious,” Andy cups your face in her hands and you’re forced to look at her, ”I promise. She’ll be fine but we have to go now.”

Nodding, the two of you set off like there’s still someone on your trail. For a few seconds you’re able to look back at your mother one last time. The woman that gave birth to you. Raised you. Hit you. Broke you. She’ll never be able to hurt you again.

You breathe a barely audible “goodbye” to her, wondering where you’ll be by the time she wakes up. There’s the tiniest twinge of guilt at the thought of her actually missing you when she does, yet with every step you make towards your new future you yearn to speed up.

Andy guides you straight to the front door and outside into the rain. The two of you don’t stop until you reach a car around the corner that she unlocks for you. Your body is cold and numb, which the other woman immediately notices and she tries to drape your body with a thin blanket from the backseat after she starts the engine. You doubted that this car had any heating but couldn’t care too much about that.

“Thank you,” you’re able to mutter. “I’m sorry she… about those things she said.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for. You are in no way responsible for her actions.”

You could get used to hearing Andy say your name like that. She had a way of saying it that reminded you how it was your very own. How you were your own person.

“No, I do, Andy. At least let me say this for my own peace. You got dragged into something that should have stayed between us and she made some wrongful assumptions about you. You are completely right to feel offended or upset with me. And now that you know that I’m… Well, it seems you know more about me than almost anyone else. What I mean to say is that I understand if you’re disgusted by me.”

Much to your surprise, the brunette calmy pulled the car over to stop on the side of the road so that she could better face you. Fear that she might ask you to get out flickered in your heart for a second, but then she carefully took your hand into her own, holding it so tenderly.

“Y/N, everything that I said in there still stands. I care about you and I want to protect you. And for the record, not that anyone else’s opinion but your own matters, I see nothing wrong with you. You love the way you love, that’s nothing to be ashamed about. You deserve all the happiness the world can give you, which is what I’m willing to fight for.”

The buildup of emotions from the past 24 hours combined with the softness in her words is enough to strip you of your very last defenses. Your vision blurs, though the slight stinging in your eyes is admittedly therapeutic. Andy, however, only grows more concerned for you based on the look on her face.

“No, no, I’m okay,” you promise her and crack a smile. “It’s just strange to have someone that cares about me. The real me, I mean. There must be some way I can repay you for everything.”

She analyzed you with such curiosity that it’s impossible to tell what sort of thoughts are running through her head. Her other hand slowly moves to move a stray hair from your face. You doubt she meant for the contact to feel so intimate, yet you relish in the tiny sprinkles of touch she gives you.

Andy releases a deep sigh. “You don’t have to repay me for anything. We’re a team now and that means we take care of each other.”

Of course you had forgotten there was a team, meaning there were more of you she must have been referencing aside from yourself. It felt stupid to think she could have felt differently about you after knowing each other for less than a day. And what were the chances she would even see you in that way?

“Right,” you struggle to wipe the tears from your face. “I guess I should learn about the others then. When will we be introduced?”

“Soon, I promise.” Andy goes to restart the car and you notice her chuckle as she begins to speed up to get back on the road. “I think you’ll really like them, actually. We all have a lot in common so there’s no chance they won’t immediately like you like I do.”

You swear that you almost died for a second time from a heart attack.

“You mean besides being able to come back from the dead?” You tried to play it cool, hoping she wouldn’t notice how nervous you suddenly were.

“Actually, yes. It’s about a three hour drive from here so you can get some sleep if you want. I know you must be exhausted.”

You can’t really protest when a yawn immediately escapes after the mere mention of a nap. So you drift away, driving off toward your new life, with Andy’s hand safely cradling yours.

#andromache the scythian x reader #andy the scythian x reader #andromache of scythia #the old guard #one shot #andy the scythian #the old guard x reader #fluff #andy #charlize theron #andy x reader #andromache x reader

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lunajay33 · 9 months ago

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Enjoy the Silence🌪️Part.3

Summary: Things in your past has driven you to be silent but will someone be able to break that shell, will someone finally listen to you(might make this into a series!)

Part.2<-

•Masterlist•

After poring my heart out to Daryl, which was about a week ago, he’s been slowly helping me let go and move forward, he would stay with me some nights to help with the night mares or he’d hear me scream at night and come over from his room to settle me, comfort me

I woke up seeing him laid on the couch by my bed still deep in sleep, he was so handsome, I don’t know what it is about him but he was breath taking to look at, as I looked at him that tingly feeling in my chest happened, still not knowing what that was I decided to maybe talk to Michonne about it later when I got the chance

I decided to let Daryl sleep more knowing he barely ever got a full nights rest, I placed another blanket over him and went to get ready in the bathroom, then going upstairs seeing them eating breakfast as usual

“Morning y/n!” Rick said smiling

“Morning” I said quietly as I sat down and started nibbling in a piece of toast, over this week I’ve been able to open up more with the people in the house I felt safe here

“Where’s Daryl?”

“Still asleep, I woke him up again” I said as I felt my cheeks heat up

Everyone went back to eating when Daryl came up rubbing his eyes groaning as he sat next to me

“Why didn’ ya wake me?”

“I wanted you to sleep” I said smiling feeling that overwhelming joy just being around him

He squeezed my shoulder before he dug into his plate of food

“Well we gotta head out on our run soon so when your done Daryl meet me outside” Rick said as he got up and left outside after he kissed Michonne

Daryl finished, got his crossbow

“Be careful” I said and he returned it with a little smile before he left

“I’m gonna go out with Enid so I’ll see you guys later” Carl said leaving just me Michonne and Judith

“Sooo how’s things going with Daryl?” Michonne asked as soon as everyone was gone, with a wide smile

“Umm good, I was meaning to ask you something” I said picking at my nails feeling those nervous bubbles in my stomach

“What is it sweetie?” She asked as she bounced a giggling Judith

“When I’m with Daryl, I get this feeling in my chest, like my heart starts beating faster and my stomach feels weird, even thinking about him I feel it……..but I don’t know what it is, what does it mean?” I asked feeling stupid

“Oh honey, you like him”

“Ya I know that I like all of you”

“No this is different you wanna spend all your time with him, be his girlfriend, share private moments together, you love him y/n, like how I love Rick” I was shocked

Is this what love feels like cause if it is I never wanted it to go away, he made me feel so special, so important, he never made me feel like I was doing something wrong or that I was a burden he made me feel…….feel loved

“Love….i love him?” I felt like I was floating but I quickly came back down at the realization that he might not feel the same

“But what if he doesn’t love me? I’ve never had that before so why would he?”

She gave me a sad look but her eyes were happy

“I know Daryl, he’s hard to read but I can tell by the way he looks at you, the way he gets you things because it reminded him of you, take your chance and tell him because we never know what’s gonna happen tomorrow” she said getting up patting my shoulder before she went to get ready with Judith for the day

As I worked in the gardens all day I kept thinking about Daryl, how do I tell him I’m not the greatest with words obviously, or how I’m feeling but then again when I’m with him it’s easy to talk to him about things

Michonne is right though, I don’t know what going to happen and if something happened to him or me and I never got to tell him, I’d regret it so I’ve decided next time we’re alone I’m telling him what’s the worst that’ll happen he doesn’t love me? Then atleast I have a friend still…..hopefully

The sun was starting to set and usually they would be back by now maybe they just got more supplies this time, I went back home bringing back some fresh tomato’s for Rick like he asked and placed them in the fridge, Michonne poured me a glass of wine and we sat on the couch waiting for them

“It’s been a while do you like they’re okay” I asked biting on my lip

“It’s Daryl and Rick I’m sure they just had to stay some where but I’m sure they’re fine, probably will be back by morning” she said as she took a sip of her wine

“So how are things with Rick?” I asked trying to make the subject not as gloomy

“Good, great even, I was able to calm him down a bit but I kinda like his crazy side, specially in bed” she said making me choke on the wine as my cheeks turned red

I never really talked or even thought much about that kinda stuff atleast I tried not to so I wasn’t sure even how to respond

“Sorry, do you not think of that stuff about Daryl? Nothing about him turns you all gooey” Of course I saw him as beyond handsome with his strong arms and the way he turned golden in the sun, or the way his voice would get deep in the morning made me feel a certain way but I didn’t know that was a turn on thing

“I mean I guess thinking about it everything about him makes me tingle and my head all fuzzy”

“Y/n you think he’s hot, that’s what being attracted to someone is”

“I’m learning so much I feel so far behind” I said embarrassed

“Don’t push yourself if this is all new take it at your own pace”

After we finished drinking and eating we said our goodnights and went to bed, I laid up thinking about Daryl missing his presence on the couch, I decided to sleep on the couch and when I laid down his smell was there making me feel comforted

I woke up early from another nightmare and without Daryl I couldn’t go back to sleep so I walked out the front door and sat on the porch steps enjoying to cool morning breeze as the sky was bright orange and pink from the sunrise that’s when I heard the rumbling of a car pull up in front of the house and out came Rick and Daryl

Before I could even think I got up and ran into his arms holding him tight as I felt his arms wrap around my waist

“I was so worried are you okay?” I asked as I pulled back to look at him, he was a little dirty but that was normal other than that he seemed fine

“ ‘m okay, got blocked by walkers couldn’ risk it” he said squeezing my hips

“I have to talk to you……alone” I said as I saw Rick watching us smiling

“I’ll just go seeing Michonne and the kids” he said as he threw a bag over his shoulder and going inside after he patted Daryl shoulder

“So what goin on?” Daryl asked as we sat on the porch steps

“I was talking to Michonne…….i needed to ask her what this feeling was when I’m around you and she told me I should tell you because this world is never guaranteed so I’m just gonna say it and if you don’t feel the same it’s okay so here goes…….Daryl I love you, a lot” his eyed became squinted and he didn’t say anything making these nerves even worse

Before he said anything Carol came walking up the sidewalk interrupting us

“Hey Daryl you’re back how was it?” She asked, I was so embarrassed I wanted to shut myself off again so I got up and went inside leaving them alone to chat, Rick and Michonne were standing there smiling which only made the tears build up more as I ran downstairs to my room closing the door

I knew it, this was a mistake

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demonsandmischief · 2 years ago

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-Chapter 10: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

800 Words

My Masterlist for Previous Chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch 1

"I hate seeing her like this," Wanda whispered when it was pretty obvious you were asleep.

"We know who started all of this," Bucky said.

"Yes, but I can't fire Dr. Reynolds. She's under contract, and we are under those stupid stipulations from the pardon now," Tony said. "I already looked into it."

"It's just one more week," Steve said.

"We can't let her anywhere near YN," Nat said.

"Of course we won't," Sam agreed.

"Poor thing exhausted herself," Steve said, peering over Tony's shoulder.

Everyone in the room seemed to go their separate ways except for Tony, who was content at having you so close. For once, his mind wasn't going a hundred miles an hour and he settled, dozing off himself.

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You woke up in your bed to the smell of something amazing. You sat up. Your face felt sticky and your eyes were crusty.

Once you freshened up, you ventured out to find Sam cooking in the kitchen.

"There she is," Sam cooed with his signature smile. He gestured you closer, and you tucked into his side.

"Thought some soup might cheer you up," he said. "How about some tea?"

"Okay. Thanks," you said, moving to the couch. You dragged a blanket over your shoulders.

It was quiet for a few minutes, until Wanda dropped onto the seat next to you. You adjusted the blanket so it was shared between the both of you.

"Do you regret spending time with us?" she asked. She was always so serious. You wished she would look into your head to see herself the way you saw her.

"Not one bit," you said truthfully. "I'm sorry if the way I acted made you doubt otherwise."

"For the two pretty ladies," Sam said, offering you both a mug. You smiled up at him in thanks.

"You don't have to apologize," Wanda said.

"You can't expect me to not be upset at what happened," you said, meeting her gaze.

She nodded. "You're right. I just care about what you think of me, and I wouldn't want to be the cause of you not wanting to be around us."

"If I have a problem with any of you, I promise to let you know. I hope you will do the same." You cupped her cheek, skimming your thumb across her soft skin.

"I'll try," Wanda whispered. She bent her head, brushing her lips ever so gently against yours.

You smiled. It was relieving for her to convey to you what she was feeling. It took all of the guess work away.

Even though it was going to be really hard, you were going to try not to worry about what the outside world thought of you and your relationship with the Avengers. You were happy in your little bubble, right where you were meant to be.

"Should I pretend like I didn't see that, or-?" Steve teased with his signature smile, as he leaned over the edge of the couch.

"See what?" Wanda teased back.

"Ah, I see how it is. Sam, did they give you this treatment?"

"I'm minding my business, man," Sam answered.

The rest of the Avengers were missing from dinner, having had some work to tend to. Sam cooked an amazing meal, and you felt a lot better than you did earlier in the day.

Steve walked you to your room for the night.

"I'm glad that smile is back," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Something was different. You wondered if kissing Wanda made him see you differently.

"What is it, Steve?" you whispered as he came closer, pressing you against the wall.

He didn't say anything, and your heart started to thud in your chest.

"I want a kiss, too," he said, his lips almost brushing yours.

One of your hands went to his hair, tugging gently to encourage him to continue.

"Is that what you want?" he whispered.

"Yes," you said, standing up on the tips of your toes to reach his lips.

"You were so upset earlier." His hands went to your cheeks. "I hated seeing you like that."

"I'm okay now," you admitted. "I'm still very upset, but I can't change what happened. I wouldn't want to. This is where I want to be, with all of you."

Steve's lips quirked up.

"I'm glad you came to my rescue earlier," you said. "Thank you."

You pressed your lips to his softly, just a brush.

His hands moved to the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

He released you, kissing your cheek.

"Try to get some sleep, okay? Don't stress too much. I know you say you're okay, but I can see right through you."

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You wished him a good night, and you didn't have any trouble falling asleep, still giddy from both kisses you received.

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Handwritten - An Ethan Torchio Story || Chapter Seven

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x OC Character

Summary: Words are magic and when one author pours their heart and soul into something, the Universe just…answers.

A/N: I think this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written.

Fluff, mentions of smut 👀

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Aurora hummed quietly while adding the finishing touches to the table as Ethan started serving the pasta.

“Thomas is thinking about settling with Tom.” Ethan blurted out, his friend’s words still clouding his mind. Thomas and Tom’s relationship was newer than his and Auri’s, yet Ethan knew Thomas well enough to know that he would not back out on this and he spoke his mind only because he was sure.

“I am really happy to hear this. Tom and Thomas deserve all the happiness in the world.” Auri said between bites.

“Yes, they do.”

Auri reached out and squeezed his hand gently.

“I am really happy to be here with you.”

“I am really happy too, cara.” Ethan wiped his mouth before kissing her very gently.

“Is it okay if I stay over tonight?” Ethan asked after they finished dinner.

“I was hoping you would.” Auri admitted.

Her words made him smile.

“I’m going to miss our time together when I am on the road.”

“I am going to miss you.” Auri looked at him.

“I’ll be back, you know that.”

“I know, but missing you will still be a thing when you are not here.” She went to him and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“Would it be okay if I take something of yours with me on the road?” He held her and ran a hand through her hair.

“Of course, you can have whatever you want.” Auri smiled.

“Thank you, cara.” He kept holding her.

“I am going to need something of yours too, you know.”

“The shirts you already stole are insufficient?”

“I did not steal them! You left them here and I just sleep in them!”

Ethan chuckled.

“What is mine is yours. You didn’t steal them.” He raised his hands in surrender.

Auri was sure her heart skipped a few beats.

“What is mine is yours too.” She got on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Auri felt almost bubbly the next day, Ethan’s words playing over and over in her head.

“You’re all sunshine and rainbows.” Tom said by way of greeting.

“I am, last night was really lovely.” Auri kissed Tom’s cheek before going inside the cafe where they’d met to order a cappuccino and breakfast.

Tom followed her and ordered food and coffee for himself too before the two sat down outside, each lighting a cigarette.

“It’s really refreshing seeing you this lively and happy.” Tom spoke after a moment.

“Things are finally aligning and the heaviness is lifting, I almost can’t believe it at times.”

“You went through a lot, Auri. I think it’s a normal reaction to be disbelieving at times.”

“I think it is too.” Auri took a drag from the cigarette.

“So what is going on besides Ethan making you so happy?”

“Well, the apartment is feeling more and more homey with each day which is something I’ve longed for ever since I moved out on my own. My old place might have seen me grow up but it never felt like home. It felt just like an apartment, like a storage space. This place feels like home and I actually enjoy spending time there and having people over.”

“You have no idea how much relief your words bring.” Tom spoke softly.

Auri smiled.

“I signed up for a writing club and for a book club too, you know.”

“That does not mean that my early access to your works is revoked, I hope?”

“Of course you’ll still have access.”

“And the smut better not stop flowing. I am loving the book recommendations.”

Auri laughed at that.

“I am sure you are.”

“Did you make Ethan read your favourites yet?”

“No, not yet. Did you try those poses from your favourite with Thomas?”

Tom grinned.

“I never kiss and tell.”

The moments when Ethan could roam around Rome without being noticed were rare and few in between but he appreciated every single one of them. Those were fragments of old normalcy that he sometimes missed even though he was off the grid whenever they had time off and people usually respected his privacy.

But he had a mission - to get Auri’s gifts for their birthday and prepare a nice surprise. It was only one step of the plan, he was still to meet the twins to discuss the limits and the grandeur of the surprise that they would pull off.

“When can we meet?” It was a text from Tom, pulling him away from making the decision on which journal to get, and whether or not to get matching journals for himself and Auri.

“I should be done at the bookshop soon. Maybe give me half an hour? I can meet you in Trastevere?”

“YOU’RE IN A BOOKSHOP WITHOUT ME????” He could hear Tom’s disappointed tone.

Ethan replied with his live location.

“Was it that hard?” His focus was interrupted by Tom who walked up to him not even fifteen minutes later.

“What?” Ethan grinned and hugged his friend.

“Telling me that we are going book shopping to begin with!”

“Oh. No, I was just distracted. I want to get Auri everything but for everything to also be perfect.” He admitted shyly.

“May I look through what you’ve selected?” Tom smiled and looked in the basket that Ethan was holding. He saw a few titles that he knew Auri was planning to read, a lovely edition of one of her favourite romance novels and two beautiful journals, one lilac and one black.

“She will love the selection, you did well.” Tom praised.

“Thank you. I want to pick out some things for myself too and we can go grab a coffee after, if you’d like.”

“Yes, Eli should be finishing work soon and we can pick them up on the way to the cafe and just catch up.”

“That’s a good plan. So, how have you been doing?” Ethan looked at his friend for a moment, whose smile only widened while picking some of the same books that were chosen for Auri as their book tastes ran similarly.

“I am really happy. I was worried if moving back to Rome would be the right decision for me but I am glad I came back. Being closer to my parents and this new thing with Thomas, it’s really bringing me joy. And Eli and Auri both being here also adds so much joy to my life.”

“I was worried about you, you know?” Ethan admitted.

“Why?”

“Well, for a while you and Thomas were going back and forth but not really taking action, or so it seemed, and I worried that you’ll end up with your heart broken.” Ethan explained.

“That’s… that’s very kind of you.” Tom squeezed the drummer’s arm.

“I love Thomas but that doesn’t mean that you are not important to me too.” Ethan smiled in return.

“You’re important to me too, Eth and I can’t tell you how relieving it is for me to see you happy and with one of the most important people in my life.”

Ethan blushed at the mention of Auri.

“You’re so cute, really.” Tom teased.

“She is becoming a very important person in my life, you know?” Ethan admitted shyly, knowing that his words would stay with Tom until he was ready to talk to Auri.

“I can tell. Eli is very protective of Auri and so am I, but I feel like she is safe with you and you have brought her so much happiness that I can only thank you.”

“She has brought me joy too.”

“I can tell.”

Ethan inhaled deeply, looking at the now small pile of journals that he’d added to the book stack in his basket.

“I should stop.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Tom joked.

“I really should.” Ethan chuckled.

The closer that time ticked to her birthday, the more unease she felt, and the more she wanted to shut off the parts of herself that she felt were too vulnerable.

Aurora’s phone lit up with yet another notification that was trying to pull her away from the world she had immersed herself in.

“I am taking you shopping.” She glimpsed Tom’s words and her focus went completely away as she picked up the phone.

“Why?”

“Since when do you need an explanation for shopping?”

“Is it book shopping?”

“No.”

“Then why are we going shopping?”

“Because your birthday is coming and we need to get you an outfit for the party.”

“Tom…”

“No arguments. Consider it my birthday gift.”

“Fine, when do you want to go?”

“Now? Unless you’re busy?”

She considered it for a moment, knowing that getting out of the house would be the wise decision but also not really feeling it.

“I have to get ready.”

“Just let me in, I’m outside.”

She pressed the button that opened the outside door and opened the door of the apartment.

“You really should give me a set of keys.” Tom said as a way of greeting.

“I really should, yes.” Auri hugged him tightly and held on for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” Tom held her even tighter when she wasn’t letting go.

“I am not sure, I think it might just be an off-day but thank you for coming when you did.”

“You are my best friend, and we are both getting used to being in the same city and it’s really nice to be able to see you and hug you whenever I want, you know?”

Auri nodded, a tear rolling down her face.

“I love my new life, I love the way it’s all coming together, but fuck I am overwhelmed.”

“I know, tesoro. I know. But you are doing so well.” He got a strand of hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I don’t think I am capable of going shopping. Not right away.” Auri sniffled.

“That’s okay. Can I stay? I don’t want to leave you right now.”

“Please stay.”

The two moved to the sofa and Auri curled up, her head resting on Tom’s lap.

“You’re like a cat.”

Auri sniffled again.

“Is it the birthday blues hitting you hard, tesoro?”

“I think so. I talked in therapy about it and my therapist gave me useful advice but I am still overwhelmed. I mean, we are what - eight to ten people, just the closest circle? I am terrified.”

“You know that nothing bad will happen.”

“I know but the anxiety is making me spiral. It’s making me freeze and I need to start planning this so it doesn’t turn into a last minute shitshow.”

“Can I take something off your plate? Or just keep you company?”

Auri lifted her head and looked at her best friend.

“Will you?” Tears started coming back.

“Of course.”

“But I already refused earlier… I told Ethan that I want to plan it.”

“He will understand. As long as you’re okay, I am sure he will understand. Plus, he is really excited about celebrating you.”

“He is?”

“Yes. But I am not telling you more.”

Auri smiled a little.

“I am not going to push you but I think some shopping might cheer you up and we can go by the bookstore later.” Tom offered.

Auri looked at him.

“And get gelato?”

“And get gelato.”

She sat up slowly and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, kid.”

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call when she was getting up.

“Hi sunshine.” She smiled, picking up Ethan’s call.

“Hi tesoro. How is the day going?”

“Mostly okay, I am about to go get ready to do some shopping with Tommy. How are rehearsals?”

“That’s why I am calling, rehearsals are going to be running late because some people overslept and we had a long lunch in the break.”

“Oh. Hopefully they won’t run too late.”

“I hope so too, but I am calling so you don’t worry.”

“Thank you, amo. Text me if anything changes, okay?”

“I will. Have the best time with Tommy and I’ll see you soon.”

“Good, have good rehearsals!”

She hung up and looked at Tom, not saying a word, just smiling.

“What?”

“I am falling more and more each day.”

“I know.”

Tom knocked on the bedroom door some minutes later, and saw Aurora sitting on the floor doing her makeup, already dressed.

“Just checking on you.”

“I am okay. Will you grab dinner with me?”

“It will be my pleasure. Eli and Angie are busy at the office, so it’s just you and me.”

“They can come next time.” Auri added the finishing touch of her makeup.

“You look beautiful.” Tom complimented. Auri was wearing a black dress with a small bag, her hair pinned out of her face and her makeup was simple but the red lipstick tied it all together.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes, but let’s take a picture first.”

The two posed in front of the mirror in the corridor, Tom towering over Auri and looking very similar to her with his black pants and black bedazzled shirt, his black and blue hair slicked as well. The bedazzling of his shirt and gold elements and he wore his favourite green and gold bracelet.

“You look like Loki.” Auri giggled.

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“It is one.” She took a few pictures before sending one to Ethan and one to Eli and putting the phone away in her purse.

“I’m really glad we get to do this.” Tom took her hand as they walked outside.

“I’m really glad too. It finally feels like I can breathe, you know?”

Her words hurt his heart and he pulled her in for a hug in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.” He promised quietly, still holding her.

“We don’t know that.” Auri argued, swallowing away the tears that were threatening to ruin her makeup.

“Even if shit hits the fan, we’ll take care of you.”

“I know. I will take care of you too.” Auri promised in turn.

He kissed her forehead again before letting go.

“I know that three of you Kens are all lovey-dovey and honeymooning and everything but I really want you to get yourselves together so we can finish rehearsing and go home at a decent hour.” Vic insisted after Damiano fucked up the lyrics of one of their songs and stopped the whole song from frustration.

“Okay, Barbie.” Thomas chuckled.

“No cigarette breaks until we get at least three songs perfect.” Vic insisted.

“Now, that’s rude and uncalled for.” Thomas frowned.

“And no phones until the next cigarette break, Ethan.” Vic added, seeing that Ethan had already picked up his phone.

“Just one second!” He put his drumstick down and typed quickly “you look exquisite” before sending it and locking his phone again.

“We need to get our shit together.” Damiano also put his phone away.

“Yes, we do, otherwise we’ll end up sleeping here and you three will probably pine the night away.”

“Okay, then. Less talking, more playing.” Thomas clapped his hands.

“Watch him not make any mistakes now.” Damiano grinned as music started filling the room again.

It was almost midnight when they finished rehearsals. His hands were sore from playing and he was sweaty and tired.

“You look like you could use some sleep.” Damiano told his friend.

“I just want to figure out which house I am going to.”

“You’ll be so glad when you stop playing the game of going back and forth between the apartments.” Damiano patted Ethan’s shoulder.

“I know but it has to be the right time.”

“True.” Damiano lit a cigarette.

“I got you dinner and I can meet you at your apartment in a bit if you’d prefer to go home today.” Auri typed in the chat.

“Thank you, tesoro. I will meet you at my apartment, I’m leaving the studio now.” He typed back before looking at Damiano.

“Don’t you always go on about how home is where the heart is?” He teased his friend, lighting a cigarette of his own.

“I don’t always go on about it, but you know it’s right or you’ll figure it out soon enough.” Damiano winked.

“I think I am starting to see the meaning behind your words.” Ethan admitted, inhaling deeply.

“I can only be happy for you.” Damiano smiled.

“Thank you.”

Ethan got out of Damiano’s car not that long after, and sure enough, Auri was waiting outside.

“Did you wait long?” He kissed her very gently.

“No, Tom just dropped me off.” She smiled and hugged him with one arm, the other holding the bag with the food.

“Did you two have a nice day together?” He started unlocking the doors to his apartment.

“Yes, we did some shopping and had dinner and gelato, and then I realised that you’ll probably be hungry by the time rehearsals are over so we went to get a snack and get you some dinner, as well as dinner for Thomas and then you texted and Tommy drove me here before going to see his boyfriend.” Auri followed Ethan inside.

“You are saving me right now.” He kissed her again once they got into the apartment.

“I wouldn’t want you to starve.” She smiled and kissed him again and again.

“I missed you today and Vic bullied us because we were all distracted.”

“I missed you too. But I am glad we are together now.” Auri said as Ethan reached to get the bag of food and winced as his hand cramped. Auri noticed it immediately.

“Go and wash up, I’ll set the table and then I’ll take care of you.” She stole another kiss before going to the kitchen, and for a second he was stunned by her words, something warming in his chest before he did as they’d said.

Auri got the pasta she’d ordered for him plated and got two glasses with ice tea on the table for the two of them.

“Are you in a lot of pain?” She asked as soon as he got to the kitchen.

“No, it’s just a bit annoying. I’ll put on cream later and it should pass by the morning, don’t worry.”

She gave him a look that he knew meant of course, i’ll worry and smiled before sitting down.

“Thank you again for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Auri lit a cigarette.

“How did shopping go?” He asked between bites.

“We got some stuff, Tom wanted to get my birthday gifts even though I assured him twenty times that he didn’t need to get anything. So we bought clothes and books and it ended up being nice.”

“I am glad to hear it was nice.” He smiled and wiped his mouth on a napkin.

“Where is this cream you use?” Auri asked as he started cleaning up after himself.

“In my room, on the nightstand.”

“I’ll get it.”

“I need to shower first. Today was sweaty.”

“That’s hot.” Auri grinned.

“Want to join me? We could save on some water?”

“That sounds ideal actually.” She agreed.

Ethan could hear the noise out on the street, even though it wasn’t too loud. He knew that dawn neared with every passing minute and he didn’t regret staying up, despite the exhaustion, just to spend some time with Auri.

She had taken care of his hands and the rest of his upper body and he’d held her as she whispered about the ideas that were running through her head about stories that she needed to tell.

He carefully turned on his side and put his hand on her waist, gently enough not to wake her. “You're a dream I didn't know I had and a dream I hope I can keep around forever.” He said quietly before kissing her bare shoulder and slowly drifting off to sleep as well. He held her the entire night.

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nemorialex · 5 months ago

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The 25th June 13th

Today should have been horrible. It always was. Even if it was a “good” day, Alex’s fear, anxiety, and trauma came to tear at them, like wolves and flame to flesh… 10 years ago that was a literal statement.

That being said… Today was…

Today was good.

Naturally, Frenchie spent the day with them. Alex probably wouldn’t survive the ordeal without him. He brought along Casey, who showed off new skirts and pelted her papa with beanbags. If there was ever a time where he earned that beautiful blue diamond badge and the title of “Moirail” it was now. A solid rock, a warm presence, and he did a damn good job of keeping them from spiraling.

Another reason for their good mood was declaring today a “baking” day. Eight pies (later totaling out to eleven) were made and sent out to friends and family. Shopping at the local consort market, out in the fresh air and bustling crowd of bubbles and chirps, provided clarity. Folding dough and measuring fillings and pipping out whipped cream took concentration that kept even their attention deficit mind occupied. They had even tried their hand at a couple of new creations!

Dinner was also a success (when it had no right to be.) Frenchie looked amazing in his sky blue and cloudy suit, of course, and Dirk looked pretty ridiculous in a sleeveless tux. The bastard even used his new “accessory” of their sharp tooth as a tie pin, front and center. Taunting. But they weren’t going to get into that sort of fight tonight, Alex was going to keep their own dark blue suit and green tie clean of a scuffle. The restaurant that Frenchie worked at was a nicer place, but nothing RIDICULOUS like $500 garnishes or whatever; it was a good middle ground between dressing up and stressing out, and having been there a few times it familiar territory.

Dirk gave them a gift. A piece of metal on a necklace in the shape of a tooth (bastard…) and decorated with moving, clicking, shifting parts… Something to play with? Something to solve? He also paid the check.

After dinner, Alex went back to the boy’s home to spend the rest of the night there. Preferably cuddled up in an obscene number of pillows/blankets/plush while watching comfort movies until they fell asleep. Casey and Deb were dropped off earlier and by now they were tucked in. Or at least, they were off in a room with the door closed and pretending to be asleep.

Before Alex could reach the cuddle pile, Zack caught them. With a jerk of the head, he lead his sibling outside to the balcony.

“So… good day?”

“Actually…” Alex ducked their head and lowered their voice, as if some cosmic being would hear them. “Yeah… It was.”

“Cool. Good…” He nodded and looked out at the colorful dusk sky, studying those suddenly fascinating milky clouds. The silence stretched for a moment, just long enough to get a taste of the Awkward it would turn into when Zack spoke up again.

“Obviously, I know you’re not into today.” He shrugged his shoulders in defense. “And I’m cool with that. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” They echoed with a nod, a teasing smile playing at their lips.

“Shut up. Point is… Feels wrong to just. Let this one slide completely, y’know? It’s a milestone after all...”

“Milestone.” This echo was less teasing. It lingered as Alex collected the pieces implied. “Wait, is it?”

“Yeah.” He looked back at them now, a teasing smile on his lips now. “You’re twenty five today, dude.”

Alex sucked a tight breath through their teeth. Now it was their turn to see what was so fascinating about those clouds. It wasn’t as if they didn’t know their own age (and temporarily getting the dates mixed up did NOT count!) but the connections in meaning- the significance- was still there. He might as well strap a party hat to their skull and start blowing a noise maker.

Zack sighed.

“Listen. It’s not even about today, okay? Forget about that. This is about you. You’re still my sibling. My little sister. You deserve… I dunno, something, right? Sum’in special. Lets just say it’s for the hell of it, even though making it to twenty five goddamned years with how batshit insane you are is a miracle in and of itself.”

There was a nudge on their arm and Alex looked down at the small black box in his hand, then up at his face. He was pudgy. Not fat, per say, but his cheeks and chin were more rounded out and peachy and stubbled and healthy than- What mental picture were they trying to compare him to, here? When he was a rounder kid? When he was a re-discovered gaunt teen? When he was a muscular-by-survival young adult? Zack had called Alex his little sister. It wasn’t a forgotten slip-up, and it wasn’t out of malice. He was invoking a time long ago, built on a singularity between two, full of trust and love and defense. It felt… Okay, in this context and this instance. They understood the many, many words buried beneath the one.

Alex stared at him a moment longer as their hand slowly reached out and took the gift. A jewelry box, with a stiff and creaky hinge at the back. Inside was a clear crystal, only a couple of centimeters in diameter and completely spherical aside from the teardrop tail that connected it to a silver chain. While the outside was smooth, the inside was marred with cracks and beautiful imperfections. When Alex lifted it out of the box, those cracks within caught the last rays of sunlight and split it into a rainbow of refracted light.

“So get this, the store names each piece of jewelry, right? ‘Parently, this one’s called “Haven’s Tear.” It’s like, basically a solid fucking diamond, but. You know. Not from Earth. Think it’s got a different chemical makeup or something? Super rare, and I’m not telling you the price because you’ll shit your pants and then kill me.”

His chuckles died at the lack of a response. Zack stayed quiet, even though they could tell he had a lot more to say. Alex looked up at him and- Wow, when did the world suddenly become wobbly and waterlogged? All at once, a hiccuping sob bubbled up out of them, those built-up tears spilling over. It was stupid! And spontaneous and weak and pointless and-!!!

And it was a really sweet gift. With sentiment put behind it. With a little speech and a history (Zack had more to say, and Alex could see the little slip of informational paper just inside the cushioning of the box) Also it was at the end of a really, really stressful day that somehow turned out to be wonderful and–

“Thanks…” Their voice was wobbly.

“No problem. May I?” Thankfully, Zack knew when to tone down the dramatics, but he was still being cheeky. He practically bowed and held out a hand to take their gift back. He carefully draped the chain around the front of his sibling’s heck and redid the clasp behind them, away from any loose hairs. After spinning them around by the shoulders to get a good look (the perfect fit, if he did say so himself) he closed the rest of the gap in a tight hug. Alex clung to his shirt, sniffling.

“... You know I want to say it, right?”

Alex sniffled extra hard and gave him a wet laugh.

“Fine… Go ahead…”

He squeezed them tighter, and spoke quietly.

“Happy birthday, Alex.”

#alex's supernatural stories #birthday post #6/13

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hazelroses1 · 2 years ago

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Ochako Misses Her Boyfriends When They're Away, So the Bakusquad Keeps Her Company

Kirikacchako Fluff, implied NSFW

Whenever Eijirou or Katsuki leave for missions, Ochako reminds herself that this is part of being a Pro Hero. She and her boys have climbed the ranks into the single digits, and they take on dangerous villains outside of Japan. Still, no matter how many times she repeats “they’ll be back” in her mind, she can’t fight the sadness and panic that comes with being away from them.

Waking up with Eijirou pressed against her back and Katsuki’s face against her chest were simple moments that made her day better. The first week, not hearing their voices made their home feel empty.

She craves listening to Eijirou tease Katsuki and the scathing remarks he’d throw back at him. Ochako can count the seconds to when Katsuki will yell at Eijirou, “Get the hell off me!” and the sounds of kissing follow suit. He always melts under Eijirou's touch. Their dates, days of kicking villain ass, and the nights they spend cuddling together on the couch meant everything to her. Those memories swirl black in her mind from worry that they will be the last she ever makes with them.

The terrible voice in her head reminds her that there may be a day when Eijirou or Katsuki don't make it through a battle… or she loses them both. So, Ochako tries to throw herself into work, taking on long shifts to avoid friends because talking about Eijirou and Katsuki will bring tears to her eyes. It's a good thing their friends, the self-proclaimed squad, knows sweet, bubbly Ochako has a hard time without her boys, so they step in to comfort her.

Mina always plans a get-together to drag Ochako to. This time, she plans a chill night at her place to paint their nails, wear face masks, gossip, and drink way too much sake. Hanta paints Ochako's nails while Denki does her eyebrows, and Mina gives her one of the best shoulder massages she has ever experienced outside of Eijirou’s capable hands.

“You guys are the best,” Ochako sighs, leaning back into Mina. “You don’t have to do all this for me, you know!”

“You’re clearly missing Blasty and Eijirou,” Hanta says, blowing on her fingernails. “Blasty would lose his shit if we didn’t take care of you while they were gone.”

“Plus, you're part of our family now!” Denki adds with a sweet smile. He rubs his fingers over her eyebrows one last time and plops down next to her, sitting cross-legged. “I can’t believe it took you so long!”

“That's Katsuki’s fault!” Mina says with a laugh, her thumbs pressing into the hard knots in Ochako’s shoulders and eliciting a moan from her. “He’s the dumbass that tried to pretend he wasn’t head-over-heels for Chako Cheeks and my sweet Eijirou!”

Denki bursts into a fit of giggles. “And he used to call me Dunce Face! Who’s really the dunce, huh?!”

Hanta moves down to Ochako’s feet and picks a color from the array of choices Mina has brought out. He painted her fingernails black with orange stripes and opts to paint her toenails red. Red Riot red, of course. Ochako would have never guessed Hanta has a knack for nail designs, but she can't wait to see the gears he’s going to paint on her toes. She loved having Eijirou’s and Katsuki’s costume colors painted; it makes her feel closer to them.

“He’s stupid,” Hanta huffs as he opens the red polish, “But yeah, we don’t want you feeling like you don’t have anyone, Ochako. You’re not alone, so get that through your head.”

“Yeah, girlfriend!” Mina exclaims, leaning down to wrap Ochako in a tight hug. “You’re stuck with us. Well, we’ve been together since the beginning, so Hanta and Denki have to take a backseat to me!”

“Hey!” Denki whines, flopping over to lay his head in Ochako’s lap. “I’m the one willing to go on mochi runs any time of the day, so I think I’m the best!”

“Both of you are forgetting that I’m the one making sure she actually stays alive,” Hanta interrupts. “You know, eating something other than mochi, bathing, drinking water; the things she forgets to do because she’s too focused on missing those dudes?”

“Hey!” Ochako exclaims while Mina and Denki chuckle. “I don’t forget! Okay… maybe I do sometimes.”

Ochako is so grateful to have an amazing group of friends who care for her well-being until Eijirou and Katsuki return. They greet them at Eijirou, Ochako, and Katsuki's apartment with dinner and drinks ready.

“She’s still in one piece, boys!” Mina teases while hooking an arm around Eijirou’s waist.

“She better be!” Katsuki snarls, pulling Ochako into a tight hug. She giggles as he nuzzles her cheek before giving it a playful bite. “You miss us that much, huh, Angel Face?”

“Yes,” she admits, reaching for Eijirou, who gives Mina a kiss on the cheek before joining his partners. “I… I don’t know. I just don’t do so good when you guys are gone. I missed you both a lot.”

“We missed you, too, babe!” Eijirou says, grasping her chin to catch her in a soft kiss. “Katsuki’s such a jerk when he misses you.”

“Oi, you’re the jerk, Shitty Hair!” Katsuki snaps but doesn’t bristle when Eijirou wraps them both in a tight hug. "You slammed me through a concrete wall because I said I was gonna have her first when we got back!”

Eijirou gives a boyish grin that never fails to make her heart melt. “We were sparring that's all! Maybe, I got worked up. Sorry, Katsuki! I just get a little passionate about our sweet Ochako here.”

Ochako glances over at their friends, who all wear knowing smiles from watching her encounter with Katsuki and Eijirou. She couldn’t ask for better people to have in her life, friends and lovers alike.

💞

#kirikacchako #hazel headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #hazelkirikacchako

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mahiiimahiiii · 9 months ago

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Hiiiii!!!! I saw you were doing Bg3 Pairings and if you’re able I’d be interested in submitting mine. I’ve only don’t this like one other time but I think these a fun so far :))

Age: 19

She/ Her Cis

Myers Briggs: INTP

Likes: Cats (especially mine), Animals in general, classical art, most kinds of music (especially rock and alternative), horror movies, gothic literature, being outside

Dislikes: Cat and Animals Haters, loud noises, people who are very angry all the time, modern pop, Wasps, people who don’t appreciate art and artists, Peas, Lima Beans :(

Favorite Feature: My eyes, most people say I have pretty eyes so I guess thats my most outstanding feature

Favorite Food: Steak and Lobster (also cookies, god I love cookies)

Song that would describe me: Squaring Up by Sir Chloe

Interests: Art, Writing, Going outdoors especially in the rural countryside or in the woods, cats

Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Reading, Swimming, Weightlifting, dancing, spending time with my cats, listening to music

Mini Description: I’m 5’6, 175 lbs, muscular build, I have shoulder length black dyed hair with purple roots and blunt bangs. I’m goth so I dress in all black like all the time, sometimes I add in some darker colors. Im kind of a quite person until you start talking to me and then I can’t stop yapping about one of my hobbies or interest or some niche topic I really like. It’s funny though because some people are scared to talk to me when they first meet me, and trust me im literally just a goofball who is obsessed with art and cats. When im not studying for my classes im usually working on my comic book that I want to publish and/or working on animation because I want to be an animator and make a show out of my comic book. I like to keep busy, I don’t like to stay still lol

Anyways have a good day/night! Thank you for your time! :D

(i am staring at you with jealousy and disrespect, also you have good taste in music.)

this was a bit more difficult, but ultimately made my decision because sir chloe is very karlach coded, and so is disliking lima beans.

i get that in people are afraid to talk to you, i've heard in some alt subcultures that's the general vibe! i find that those who may be the scariest are the sweetest at heart.

i feel like both of you have an orange cat energy about you, if that makes sense. im feelin, red velvet cupcakes, and those chocolate covered cherries people buy from the dollar store during Christmas time. no clue why anyone would like them, but they're sold nonetheless.

(dunno if that's the most American thing i've said, will someone let me know if it is.)

a couple of odd balls if you catch my drift.

also, you can steal her clothes, though in a modern sense karlach would probably just be in baggy tees and sweats. always the best outfit to have in ones wardrobe.

one thing of her affection would be insisting for you to do her eyeliner, special bonding time, per se.

it reminds me of that image of the two girls doing each-others makeup. :'D

i think because you both have scary dog energy she probably will need to offset it by being bright and bubbly.

a date seems like snuggles when you cant sleep late at night, so you give into the insomnia and watch video essays together, with cups of tea of course. perhaps building a pillow fort!

im sure she would love cats, a little guy in her house!!! a creature just chilling there!!! wow!!!!!

scents would be, rain on concrete, and water left in a water-bottle for too long. both positive things i suppose.

hope you enjoyyyed

#bg3 #bg3 karlach #karlach bg3 #karlach #karlach cliffgate #baulders gate 3 #bg3 pairings #bg3 pairing #asks #anon #anon ask #answered #ask game #ask #pairing

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tacticalhimbo · 1 year ago

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5O QUESTIONS - COMMANDER EDEN SHEPARD

I saw this template done numerous times on the dash thanks to N7 Day, so I thought I'd answer these all for Eden! Put under a read more because of length and the nature of the materials discussed.

Happy N7 Day to everyone except Bioware <3

Why did Shepard enlist? Any regrets?

Eden enlisted mainly because the Alliance was all she knew. Both parents were enlisted and made life-long careers out of it, so she grew up immersed in military culture and had a passion for it. Naturally, though, there are some regrets and things she would have maybe tried to do differently (e.g., the Torfan incident), but she tries not to dwell on that since it's said and done with.

How does Shepard feel about having a yeoman assigned to them in 2? And in 3?

She's definitely surprised by the assignment, and tends to spend most of ME2's plot being a bit distant with Chambers. It's not out of any negative feelings toward Chambers herself, as the two do get closer toward the end of ME2/throughout ME3, but Eden is so used to running things herself and juggling the crew that she just doesn't know what to do.

What’s their relationship with Anderson?

Oh, Eden and Anderson are very close. She sees him as a role model, especially after learning about his candidacy with the spectres. There's banter in MW2 (sorry, been on a fixation with that JFLSJAFLJ) that honestly captures what I imagine their dynamic to be (with Anderson being Ghost and Eden being Soap):

Ghost – “Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most.” Soap – “Good advice, Lt. I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Ghost – “You wanna be better than me, Johnny.” Soap – “Maybe I already am…” Ghost – “Now’s your chance to prove it.” Soap – “Think I’ll live that long?” Ghost – “Probably not…”

Is Shepard any good at poker?

Nope, but she tries her best. She's much better at Blackjack.

How well does Shepard know their crew? Not just the companions, but the folks making up the Normandy?

Not well, honestly. Most of the crew outside of the companions are acquaintances at best and strangers at worst, though there's a few exceptions (e.g., Dr. Chakwas. Eden adores Karin with all of her heart). She's just… busy. Tired. Missions end up pulling her left and right, and when she does have the downtime she's either working out, organizing requisitions/resources, or doing the bare minimum in terms of self care.

In terms of the companions, she considers most of them good allies/friends. Even those she doesn't get along well with, she still finds herself talking shit with them at the end of the day.

Initial reaction to EDI? Does it change?

Initially, there was hesitation. It was hard for there not to be any, especially with Joker's thoughts on the matter. Unlike him, though, Eden tried to keep an open mind to the idea and actually came to really like EDI! Once EDI got a body, some of that hesitation came back, but after seeing how capable EDI was and seeing that she could trust them with her life, Eden made EDI one of her primary companions.

Does their love interest move into their quarters?

If there were one, Eden would be reluctant to the idea. Having a relationship in that environment is tough as it is, but to make it more blatant/public? She knows that it's dangerous. There's enough targets on her crew's back (and on her own, but she's less caring about that), she doesn't want to put people in harm's way through association, so she'd keep the relationship as under wraps as possible.

What is their reaction to the Alchera mission? And after?

A lot of feelings bubble up to the surface, and Eden gets very uneasy about the thought of revisiting the Normandy crash site. She puts it off for a hot minute, but eventually prepares to go. Doesn't really tell anybody what's going on, just says she has something from top brass that she needs to take care of.

After, though, she's unwell. Seeing everything and collecting all of the crew tags tore at her. She absolutely pulled back from interacting with her current crew for a little bit after that, and it didn't take much for the longer-term members of her crew to put two and two together.

What type of fighter is Shepard? Do they fight with honor, or do they fight dirty?

It really depends on the circumstances and timeline, but the short answer is she tries to fight with honor. She fought real dirty on Torfan, and spends a lot of 1 trying to make up for that. Then, of course, everything with Cerberus, The Illusive Man, the Council, etc. ultimately puts a sour taste in her mouth and she becomes more focused on making sure the right call is made, politics be damned.

Does Shepard keep any pets? The hamster, fish, something else?

Sadly, she doesn't! She's thought about filling the aquarium in her quarters a good few times, but with her being pulled in so many directions, she decides against it.

What order does Shepard pick up companions in me2?

Zaeed, Mordin, Garrus, Kasumi, Grunt, Jack, Samara, Thane, Tali, Legion.

Does Shepard have any nicknames? What do they think of them?

Not really, outside of Shep (re: her surname). She doesn't mind it.

How does your Shep react to teasing/ribbing?

It depends on who's doing the teasing/ribbing, but she generally tends to play along with it and lean into the energy. If it's a squad mate or crew member, she keeps the joke going. If it's someone like an enemy, she goes along and lets it escalate.

Any good at flirting?

Absolutely not, but she does try.

What colors does Shepard prefer for their armor?

Standard issue. She doesn't put too much thought into her appearance, so the traditional black/white/red for her armor works well enough for her.

Is Shepard a drinker? History of other substances? Do they struggle with sobriety?

No other substances, but Eden did develop a little something with alcohol during her time under investigation/placed in custody. Being stuck with nothing to do (aka: distract herself), and having all the pressure placed on her shoulders, gave her too much time to ruminate.

She drank pretty casually prior to that, though. Usually only upon invitation or when the team was on R&R. It never really became a coping mechanism until everything around her stopped.

How does Shepard react to attention? Do they enjoy it?

Oh, Eden hates being the center of attention. Which is very ironic considering her position, and how she'd got there. Dislikes having a bunch of eyes on her, but stormed into the Council's room damned be the consequences to raise noise about the Reapers.

She does well to bite back the awkwardness and hesitation, but it sets her on edge for a good few hours after the fact.

Who’s the dream team? Which companions does Shepard fight best with, and why?

In terms of both ability and chemistry, Kaidan and Garrus. Having two biotic foot soldiers backed by a sniper provides for really good adaptability in the field, allowing them to handle most situations. Plus, they all share a really good bond with one another, which makes communication a breeze.

If Eden knows she's doing more infiltration work, she'll switch out Kaidan for Tali and/or EDI, so they have a bit more options tech-wise.

Are there any companions Shepard just absolutely cannot vibe with or relate to?

Miranda, Mordin, and Zaeed. It's less incompatible ability than it is just the wrong energy.

The way Miranda handles Eden's doubts in Cerberus' intentions rubbed her the wrong way, and they often get into quarrels about it. That said, Eden's still thankful for Miranda's involvement in bringing her back, and does try to help out with her sister (but ultimately loses Miranda's loyalty when putting an end to the argument between the operative and Jack).

Mordin's kinda similar in that regard, though it's the blinded support for the genophage. Dismissing the impact of the event and the concerns of the krogan all-together rubs Eden the wrong way. Especially given Mordin's role in it.

And Zaeed… Oh him and Eden bump heads quite a bit. It usually starts with them casually shooting the shit, but his lack of regard for things and her stubborn nature tend to create a bad mix. Hell, when helping him with his loyalty mission, she almost did leave him under the rubble. But she knew it wouldn't make her feel better, and she needed all the help she could get in taking on the Collectors, so she helped him up and convinced him to tag along.

Does Shepard enjoy looking for resources and upgrading gear, or do they see it as a chore?

Oh she loves it. It's one of the few times she can actually take a step back and see the universe for what it is. I headcanon that in between side/loyalty missions, she takes her time in traveling between systems and exploring them (granted the context allows it).

Do you have any AUs for your Shepard?

Besides fandom crossovers, not really! Haven't given it much thought, honestly.

What’s the last thing Shepard ate before the final reaper showdown?

Honestly? It wasn't a lot.

I like to imagine the whole crew kind of sat down and had one last big, communal dinner with one another because nobody knew how that shit was going to go when they touched down on Earth. Probably made one last stop to the Citadel markets to pick up proper ingredients. Use whatever spare credits they had in their allowance to buy the freshest things to make a proper, quality meal. Eden was pretty distant as is given all the planning that needed to be done, but she felt too nauseous to eat. It was only after sharing some drinks with Dr. Chakwas that Eden picked at some leftovers the doctor had snuck away (for the sole purpose of buttering Eden up; she knows her commander very well).

Who does Shepard turn to for advice? For comfort? Who do they like to gossip with?

Liara, Garrus, and Dr. Chakwas.

Even if Liara doesn't see a lot of field time alongside Eden, the two grew pretty close (to the point where Liara did begin to flirt with Eden, who respectfully shot it down both because of their work dynamic and Eden being straight). But that didn't damper their relationship one bit.

Garrus and Dr. Chakwas are pretty self-explanatory. Garrus for their work compatibility and their whole dynamic outside of missions. Dr. Chakwas because she's always been by Eden's side, and had her best interests in heart.

How emotionally articulate is Shepard? Do they emote well?

Trying to talk to Eden about her emotions is like talking to a brick wall. She's not very good at allowing herself to open up with what she actually wants to say. She knows what she wants to say. She knows how to describe what she's feeling, and she would be considered fairly emotionally articulate if she opened up. But she's stubborn, so she won't.

But she's not impossible to read by any means. She's pretty open with her expressions (and it's gotten her into trouble quite a few times. Scowls, frowns, eye rolling, and smug smirks galore).

Does Shepard have a canon romance? Who are they, and what drew Shep to them?

No canon romances here! She gets close to people, but she doesn't really see the benefit to getting romantically involved with someone within the crew. Fraternizing, to her, just feels… off. Not wrong, but just something she'd prefer not doing as it'd disrupt whatever dynamic is already going on. Plus, there is some anxiety given her stealth status, and she feels like there's already too many worms on the platter to go ahead and just open another can.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Oh yeah, Eden is very much a "no bullshit" type of person. She doesn't tolerate a lot of things and will absolutely call them out. A big one for her, though, is passiveness. Crossing boundaries, non-apologies, people saying "no offense" to lessen the brunt of criticisms, etc. Just be upfront and honest.

What about hyperfixations? What’s the topic that will get Shepard rolling, no matter the person or place?

None that I can think of! Eden's not much of a conversationalist, but she's more than happy to give her opinion on things if the time is there.

How active is Shepard? Are they hitting the gym, playing sports, or do they prefer quieter downtime?

Eden is very active, and it's one of the ways that she keeps herself occupied and focused when there's downtime between missions. Very much a gym rat, and it's not uncommon to find her in the cargo bay shooting the shit with James while they work out.

What will always make them laugh?

Eden loves when people shoot the shit and "argue" with each other. Throwing a few friendly insults amongst crew members, teasing companions about an embarrassing situation (long as they find it funny, too), and so on. She tends to show a tougher love to her close allies.

Who can always make them laugh?

Garrus. His witty remarks and his comments on things are something that will always make her laugh. He's a bad influence (joking, ofc, but he has definitely influenced her own sarcasm, especially during the events of ME2 and ME3).

What do they do when they have hit their limit angry? When they're just incandescent with rage?

She lets loose, which isn't always a great mechanism considering it's led to some… confrontations. She'll yell. She'll scream. It's entirely possible she'll get physical, whether that's getting into someone's space or outright throwing hands (RIP Khalisah al-Jilani, who absolutely got her shit rocked).

What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?

Not many people would think someone as "hard" as Eden would enjoy tailoring/sewing, but it's a practical skill that she enjoys indulging in. She's always patching up her own clothing, and has offered the same to crewmates when she has the spare time.

Got any tattoos?

Nope!

Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

Ashley and Miranda were the only two companions Eden lost, excluding the SSV Normandy Crew. She didn't cope well with either loss, even with any lingering tensions they had.

With Ashley's death on Virmire, Eden compartmentalized it and focused more on offering a shoulder for the rest of the team (especially Kaidan, as he naturally developed quite the survivor's guilt after the Virmire Incident). She did talk it out a bit, but kinda wrote it off as something that happened and that they all could mourn after the fact.

She did something similar with Miranda, but in the time between 2 and 3 (esp. when she was marooned on Earth and awaiting trial), she used the alone time to really reflect on things. She couldn't exactly talk it out with anybody, especially in Alliance custody, so she ruminated on everything (re: both deaths, her choices, etc.).

Do they like to style their hair, wear makeup and jewelry? How do they feel about getting dressed up?

The most Eden does is makeup, which the boldest part of that is her dark and smokey eyeshadow. I headcanon that she picked the eye style out while in N7 training, after seeing what she'd looked like when darkening her eyes for tactical purposes (re: face paint to help blend the mask for low light cover). She just kinda went, "You know what? I wanna adapt this into my everyday style", and thus the iconic smokey eye was born.

As for her feelings getting dressed up, it's a mixed bag. Dysphoria is a bitch, and she often feels that because of her physique, she comes off as "just a man in a dress" (which isn't true in the slightest, but dysphoria is anything but rational). On the other hand, she does like turning heads every now and again, and wearing that sleek black dress, or her formal blues, boosts her general confidence.

Got any bad habits?

The more accurate question is what bad habits doesn't Eden have. Lots of unhealthy coping (overworking, avoiding meals, drinking, risk taking as self harm, etc) packed into this commander!

Does Shepard do any activities with the companions and crew during downtime?

Oh yeah. Not so much during ME2 (solely because of her unease with the whole Cerberus thing), but during the other timelines? Absolutely.

The most notable example, naturally, is the pull-up contest/sparring session with James. They do that pretty often. They might not be super close, but they're absolutely that gym bro duo. Constantly chatting shit about each other while throwing hands in the loading bay, but it's all meant with love <3

Do they keep around any sentimental items?

Accidentally answered this more in the next question, but aside from those things… She keeps a few things from her parents/home on Earth. Photos of her with her parents, mostly.

Does Shepard actually like to collect model ships? If not, what do they display?

Eden doesn't collect them, but she has been gifted one. The model of the original Normandy sits proudly on her shelf, and she surrounds it with other small little things. A few fake plants, some books she's bought to read (whether or not she has gotten to them… well… it is what it is).

It's kind of sad, but she doesn't decorate much. It's mostly stuff she's received from others (e.g., if someone couldn't pay her for her help, and they've given her an heirloom, she keeps it and respects it).

How is Shepard with a gun? What about hand to hand?

Eden is scary with a gun. Expanding on that below.

As for hand to hand, she's capable (especially if she fights dirty and tunes into her biotic abilities). Even without them, though, she can hold her own against someone considerably larger.

Favorite weapon?

Assault rifles. I don't recall the specific models and all, but Eden likes how easy they are to modify and how versatile they are. Long range? No problem, can even change out the scope to get something with more zoom. Mid range? That's their speciality. Close range? Good stopping power and the perfect size for a blunt force attack.

Which version of the Normandy do they like best?

The SR-2. Having expanded command centers really sold her, but the layout just feels more streamlined to her. It's easier to find everything across the different levels, the crew has a larger quarter to themselves, everyone can get their own space and not worry too much about bumping into each other… It's just nice.

Do they approve of curing the genophage?

Absolutely. Eden was 50/50 at first (thanks propaganda!), but after everything she did with Wrex and Grunt (and for Tchanka), she knew that curing it was the right thing to do.

Does Shepard allow the rachni to live in me1?

She does, and for similar reasons to the last answer. She was kinda iffy about it, but talking with the Rachni Queen about it made her realize that it was just the better option than leaving her imprisoned and alone, or outright executing her.

Does Shepard practice any kind of self-care?

Not often, but when things get particularly hectic, she does try to unwind in a healthier way. It rarely works, but the few extra moments spent in bed, and her steadfast daily routine (same wakeup hours, same retire hours, consistent exercise, etc) do help… sort of.

What abilities do they rely on the most in a fight?

Despite being a vanguard, and having the skill set to use heavy-hitting biotic attacks, Eden tends to lean more into her weaponry/advanced combat abilities.

What is Shepard’s happy ending? What’s the dream that keeps them going?

Eden's ideal ending would be pretty close to what she actually achieved. Granted, she believes it would be nice if she could destroy the Reapers and survive the ordeal, but honestly? By the time that confrontation happens, she's motivated by the fact that she'll simply be saving lives. Countless lives.

Is your Shepard indoctrinated?

No, not in her primary verse. The closest she comes to the concept is when the Illusive Man takes hold of her in the Citadel and forces her to shoot Anderson. Leading up to that moment, and throughout the whole war with the Reapers, Eden knew she wouldn't have wanted to back down on the issue. But that moment in particular was what sold her more than anything: She would rather lay down her life to avenge Anderson and all those who have been lost, than to rely on something that (to her) sounds like a fringe theory.

(+1: what does Shepard smell like?)

Gunpowder lingers to every inch of her and her clothing. A subtle hint of something cosmic, airy; the biotic energy flowing through her. In the morning, conservative spritzes of an unlabeled bottle (an artifact from Earth, gifted to her by her mother every year on her birthday). The misted droplets are rich with warmth and spice. Australian sandalwood, cedar wood, cardamom, iris, violet, smoky alloy, ambrox, leather accord… An intoxicating, rustic perfume.

#txt #pic #long post #my ocs

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Shattered Glass

Summary: Meredith gets pulled away from the most boring task possible by Father Dimzadsson. Only to receive word of what has happened to her beloved fiancé

Words: 3,352

Tags: @druidx @homesteadchronicles @sparrow-orion-writes ,@warriorbookworm, @odysseywritings, @writeblrsupport @blind-the-winds

Warnings: aside from a brief description of physical abuse injuries and some brief discussion around mental health, I don't think there's anything too major in here.

Notes: Takes place pretty much immediately after The Final Straw.

It was a quiet, if chilly morning. Too quiet as far as Meredith was concerned. Quiet meant boring, especially since she was stuck sorting out the Cathedral Archives; a task Meredith hated down to her very bones. Not that the books and scrolls themselves were boring, but the newly-minted cleric wondered how her sister managed to tolerate moving books and scrolls from one place to another all day every day in a library far bigger than the one Meredith found herself in. She glanced over to her companion, a much taller and slimmer dwarven woman with sandy blonde hair. She still wore the robes of an Acolyte of Moradin, despite being almost a year and a half older than the shorter, stockier Meredith. Birghe hummed happily to herself as she picked up yet another stone tablet from the pile on the nearby table and inspected it,

“Oh, Merri, look! This one’s a record of when Hangahar Goldseeker first spoke to Fangthane!” she babbled excitedly, holding the tablet out for Meredith to look at. Meredith glanced at the ancient runes carved into the stone and nodded,

“Aye, that it is.” she agreed, with far less enthusiasm and looked back down at the book she held in her own hands, trying to work out which damn shelf it belonged to. Birghe pouted in disappointment for a moment, but quickly replaced it with a more sympathetic expression,

“I heard about Yoruk’s chapter being chosen for that expedition to Khull.” she said quietly, “Are you sure you’re alright to still be here this week?” she asked. Meredith froze, then took in a deep breath and nodded,

“Aye. Aye, I’m alright.” she replied, her voice tight, “He’s not leaving until next Seasday, I’ve got plenty of time to spend with him afore he goes.” Meredith swallowed down the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat. Being called upon for such an important expedition was an Honour beyond belief, and Yoruk was clearly excited about it. Besides, both she and he had agreed that her own Calling was important enough to put before any wedding plans, so it wasn’t as though they’d be putting that off because of the expedition.

Birghe snorted,

“Of course ye are.” she sighed, shaking her head. She knew full well that Meredith was lying through her teeth, but there was little in the way she could do to get the stubborn jargh to admit her real feelings on the matter. She opened her mouth to ask Meredith something else, but was interrupted by the sound of muffled shouts and the rhythmic rumble of several dwarves wearing heavy plate marching through the corridor outside. Both women looked to one another and raced towards the door. Whatever was going on sounded serious. They had only just made it to the door, only to find the way barred by the rotund figure of Father Dimzadsson, one of the many teachers employed by the Cathedral. He looked down at Meredith, who was already trying to peer past him,

“There ye are, lass, I was just sent to fetch ye.” he said. Meredith backed up a step and looked up at the middle-aged man, a confused frown settling on her face,

“Ye were?” she asked slowly, a deep pit of dread bubbling up in her stomach. The older dwarf nodded, glancing over to Birghe,

“I need to borrow Merri for a bit, hen, Kidri’s being sent down to assist ye instead.” Birghe groaned,

“Seriously? I’m not a babysitter!” she protested, “I have actual work to be getting on with.” Father Dimzadsson sighed patiently,

“Unfortunately, out of those that were available, Kidri was the one that volunteered.” he replied. Meredith shook her head,

“Are ye sure that whatever ye need me for is that important, Father?” she asked, “We’ll be done in an hour or two at most and-” she cut herself off as Dimzadsson slowly shook his head, his expression grave,

“No, hen. It can’t.”

Birghe, suddenly realising how severe the situation had become,sighed and looked back at Meredith,

“It’s alright, I’ll manage.” she said quietly, “I’ll catch up with you after, yeah?” Meredith bit her lower lip and nodded,

“Aye, alright.” she agreed, following Father Dimzadsson out of the Archive and down the corridor the Moradhir Guard had just rushed down.

Meredith tried to calm the churning in her gut as Father Dimzadsson looked into the doors of several rooms. Why was he leading her down towards the Infirmary? Had there been an accident at the smithy? Had someone in the family taken ill? Eventually Meredith found herself being chivvied into an empty office. She rounded on Father Dimzadsson as he closed the door behind him, unable to keep her anxiety to herself,

“What’s going on?” Why did ye drag me away from the Archive? Has summat happened to ma da? Or my ma? Or-” Dimzadsson held up a hand and gestured to one of the chairs at the desk,

“If ye give me half a chance, I can tell ye.” he said, his voice quiet but firm. Meredith grimaced, but complied and sat down. Satisfied, Dimzadsson nodded and sat down in the chair opposite Meredith’s,

“Right, before ye start biting my head off with more questions, I’ll tell ye what’s going on.” he said, “Before I do, however, I need you to sit there and listen and not interrupt until I’m done. Are we clear?”

Meredith’s blood ran cold at the stern stare the normally very affable teacher gave her. She hadn’t seen it since the time she’d blown up half his classroom in a fit of temper and he’d had to sit her down to have a chat about controlling herself. She swallowed nervously and nodded,

“Aye sir.” she mumbled. Dimzadsson whooshed out a sigh and clasped his hands in his lap,

“Right then. So ye obviously heard the commotion that was going on a few minutes ago, so I’ll not bother mincing words and get straight to the point.” The older dwarf paused a moment to collect his thoughts, “The Hammers were called to assist with a major disturbance in the Upper District. Once they got there, Yoruk was being helped out of the house by several Ironguard and most of his personal belongings were scattered around the garden.” he shook his head,

“Now, all the Hammers were told was that, apparently, Yoruk and his mother had had a disagreement and that it had escalated to the point where Lady Copperheart felt the need to defend herself. Yoruk was immediately escorted back here, taken to the Infirmary and is getting a statement taken at the moment. Given that Lady Copperheart has decided to officially Disown her son and he has no other official Next of Kin, you’re the closest equivalent we have a duty to inform.”

Meredith tried to stop her anger from bubbling over, feeling the magic in the room pull towards her as she listened to Father Dimzadsson’s account of what had happened. She gripped the arms of her chair tighter, her knuckles already white,

“And where, pray tell, is Lady Copperheart at the moment?” she growled, “Surely if she needed to defend herself, then she also has injuries that need to be looked at?”

Dimzadsson snorted and crossed his arms over his chest,

“According to what scant reports I’ve managed to finagle out of the Chapter Master of the Hammers before he left, was that Lady Copperheart was entirely unharmed and was still throwing out Forhoksson’s personal effects when Yoruk was carted back here.” he replied. He gestured to the room which was empty aside from a desk and the chairs the two dwarves were sitting on, “Go ahead, get that out of your system before I have to drag you to the Infirmary as well.”

Needing no further encouragement, Meredith allowed the magical energy around her to release itself with a loud Bang! Along with a frustrated yell. The explosion was enough to make the stone of the desk crack, even as it slid back towards the opposing wall by a good seven or eight feet. Father Dimzadsson sniffed as a gust of wind barrelled into him, forcing his own chair back three feet, but failing to knock him over entirely.

“That feldspar, saag-y, Velskvinne Ha’rak!” Meredith yelled, getting up from her seat and pacing around the room, “What gives her the godsdamned right?! Defend herself? The gold’ll walk off the mount afore I believe a word out of that bint’s mouth!” Meredith looked up at the, entirely unruffled, older cleric, as the realisation of what had happened finally sank in,

“Is he alright?” she asked. Dimzadsson shook his head,

“From what little I saw, he looked fairly beat up. However, he was walking, so we’ll take that as the positive it is.” he told her. He pulled himself out of his seat and laid a hand on the younger cleric’s shoulder,

Look, I ken that ye’re angry and upset about this, Moradin knows most of us are.” He said quietly, “But ye can’t pay that any mind right now. There are only two people ye need to concentrate on. You an’ Yoruk.” He said firmly, “The rest can be sorted out later. Right now, the man ye’re planning to marry needs ye.”

Meredith took a deep breath, let it out as slowly as she could manage, and nodded,

“Aye. Aye, ye’re right.” She mumbled, still not entirely happy with the circumstances, but feeling much calmer. She looked up at Dimzadsson, her expression now only slightly worried,

“Will I be allowed to see him?” she asked nervously. Dimzadsson nodded,

“Aye, as I said, ye’re the closest he has to Next of Kin, for now. What happens about that after Lady Copperheart puts through the paperwork to Disown him, I’m not sure, but I’ll talk to Ragnarsson to see what we can do about that later.” he assured her. He squeezed Meredith’s shoulder and led her to the door.

It was a short walk to the Infirmary from the office Dimzadsson had taken Meredith to. Two Hammers stood, one on each side of the door, their warhammers crossed over it. It was an unnerving sight, Meredith decided. The Hammers were the Moradhir Guard equivalent of the Kingsguard, answerable only to the High Inquisitor, High Priest and, of course, the Archlector. Clearly the senior clergy were not taking any chances with those paladins chosen to go on the expedition to Khull. Meredith dithered nervously behind Father Dimzadsson as he bowed to the Hammers,

“I have Forhoksson’s fiancee here. Is Captain Gravelheart still speaking to him?” he asked. The Hammer on the left side of the door peered down at Meredith, then smiled at her,

“He’s actually just making sure that the Ironguard don’t go overboard with their questioning, but I think they’re just about done. I’ll check that you’re alright to head in. Give me a minute.” He rapped on the door, then went inside, leaving his partner to guard the door. After a moment, the door opened, far wider this time, and the other Hammer had to step aside to allow a very annoyed Ironguard to exit the room, grumbling under his breath about paperwork. The Ironguard paid neither Father Dimzadsson or Meredith any mind as he tromped off down the corridor, despite almost barging into Meredith on his way. Meredith scowled after him, but quickly returned her attention to the Infirmary door as High Priest Ragnarsson appeared in it, along with a tall dwarven woman – who was easily a foot and a half taller than Meredith – dressed in elaborately scripted full plate, carrying the largest warhammer Meredith had ever seen.

“Bloody sod should be grateful that neither of them are pressing charges and that he doesn’t have all that paperwork to sort out.” she grumbled. She looked around the corridor, “So what’s this I’m hearing about Forhoksson’s fiancee then?” she asked. Meredith cleared her throat and stepped forward,

“Down here.” she said, trying not to allow her nervousness to get the better of her. She bowed politely, “Meredith Gruksdottir, clan Ironforge.” she greeted. Captain Gravelheart peered down at her, her face splitting into a beaming grin,

“Oh, aye, I saw ye at the party the other week. Sorry hen, didn’t realise ye were that short.” she chortled, before recalling herself and inclining her head with a more serious expression, “I should probably let you know he still wants to go on that expedition and that, since neither he nor his supposed mother want to press charges, that I can’t stop him.”

Meredith’s heart squeezed painfully at the Captain’s statement, but she shook her head,

“It’s probably for the best.” she said quietly, “Am I alright to see him now?” she asked. Ragnarsson nodded and stepped aside to allow Meredith to walk into the Infirmary proper,

“Aye hen, I’ll see Captain Gravelheart and her guard out, then I’ll take ye right to him.” he said, “Just as a warning, he’s awake and alert with no sign of a serious concussion, but he’s still in a bad way.” he added. Meredith grimaced,

“From what I heard of what that witch did to him, I’m not surprised.” she replied evenly, “Thank you for the warning.” Ragnarsson frowned down at her, but quickly returned his attention to Captain Gravelheart as she and her guards saluted, then marched off back to their own area of the Cathedral.

As soon as they were out of sight, Ragnarsson heaved a weary sigh, turned back to Meredith and walked with her towards where Yoruk was being treated for his injuries.

Yoruk looked up from his bedsheets, noticing the arrival of Ragnarsson along with yet another person. He was about to complain about getting pelted with questions when he finally noticed that the new arrival was no Hammer or Ironguard. He gave Meredith a small, fragile smile as his fiancee approached him, the dim light of the Glowshrooms making her seem like some angel sent by Moradin to help him.

Meredith sucked in a breath as she took in the sight before her; taking in the two huge black eyes, deep bruises across Yoruk’s face and arms and his still semi-broken nose. Sister Imraksdottir nodded to her and finished her last Cure Wounds spell,

“That’s the last of the breaks taken care of, but ye’ll still need to rest a bit to let those bruises heal.” she said, getting up and bustling off to another part of the Infirmary. Meredith sat on the edge of the bed and gingerly hugged Yoruk, mindful of the fact that he likely had bruises she couldn’t see over the rest of him,

“Well that was quick, I never even noticed that ye’d left.” She joked, letting him go and smiling at him. Yoruk returned it,

“Yeah, you should see the other guy.” he quipped, holding the smile for a moment before letting it fall and his head hang, “I’m sorry.” he murmured. Meredith took some stray strands of hair from behind Yoruk’s ear and began to braid them together,

“Ye’ve nothing to apologise for.” she said, her voice low, “We both know who’s fault this is.” Yoruk grimaced and glanced at the love of his life out of the corner of his eye,

“I’m the one who escalated it beyond words though.” he said, “If I hadn’t lost my temper not let that magic build up so much-” Meredith quickly hushed him,

“That still gives her no right to do what she did.” she retorted, “How many times have I blown up a room because I lost my temper over much smaller things? I don’t recall anyone ever beating the everloving schist out of me for doing it.” Yoruk remained silent as Meredith finished the braid, still sure, on some level, that he had deserved what had happened, but had no words to refute his beloved’s words. Ragnarsson stepped forward, having stayed back to allow the two younger dwarves some privacy,

“Captain Gravelheart told me before she left that she would have your things taken to her office for you to pick up. Seeing as you’ve made up your mind about heading out to Khull, do you want them to be sent off to the barracks for the next week, or have you got any other living arrangements for the time being?” he asked. Yoruk frowned in thought,

“You know, I hadn’t actually thought about that. I don’t think the reality’s set in just yet.” he muttered. Meredith grimaced, thought for a moment, then nodded to herself. She looked up at her High Priest,

“My Uncle Snorri has a spare room above the Hammer and Anvil. I can ask if Yoruk can stay there temporarily.” she declared. Yoruk’s head snapped around and he stared at her,

“Merri, ye don’t need to-” he started, but Meredith quickly interrupted him,

“Ye need a place to stay. I’d rather ye were around folks that actually gave a damn about ye while ye’re still in the mount.” she told him firmly. Yoruk shook his head,

“I appreciate the offer, mo ghaol, really I do, but i’m not about to ask anyone else to get involved in the mess I made for myself.” he sighed. Meredith stared flatly at him,

“Now you listen to me, Forhoksson,” she growled, “You did not create any damn mess, do you hear me? We might not be married yet, but the minute I said yes to that question, I took on the responsibilities of any decent wife.” she said, “I’ll not have ye staying in the barracks when there’s a perfectly decent room available that’s not being used otherwise.”

Ragnarsson chuckled while Yoruk simply opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to find the words to continue refuting the woman he loved,

“Ye should have remembered who ye asked to marry ye, son.” he said, “Merri has a point, though; while ye’ll be heading off to Khull in a week, it’s a wise idea to be around folk that care about ye in the meantime. The mental hurts need to heal as much as the physical ones.” he added.

Yoruk blinked back the tears that had started welling up in his eyes and swallowed down the lump in his throat. He hadn’t wanted to acknowledge how hurt he felt by the news that his mother had opted to Disown him rather than continuing to “put up with his insolence”. Now that Ragnarsson had pointed it out, though, he realised that trying to bottle that up was not going to do him any favours. Especially around Meredith. The paladin let out a shaky sigh,

“Alright, I give in.” he murmured, “Thank you mo ghràdh.” he said. Meredith beamed at him,

“That’s better.” she quipped. She turned her attention to Raganarsson,

“Would it be alright if-” she cut herself off as the High Priest nodded,

“I already arranged for you to have the week off the minute Yoruk arrived here and I found out what had happened.” he said, “Just remember to behave yourselves.” he added with a wink and a smirk before turning and leaving the Infirmary, leaving a mortified Meredith and Yoruk to blush and bluster as he did.

Eventually Sister Imraksdottir returned, gave Yoruk a large pot of some foul-smelling ointment and sent the two youngsters on their way with strict instructions for Yoruk to get as much rest as possible, then chivvied them both out of the Infirmary so the bed could be turned down and prepped for the next sorry sod that needed it.

Meredith huffed as she helped Yoruk down the stairs of the Cathedral,

“Why did ye have to be so damn tall?” she moaned, adjusting the pack on her shoulder that contained Yoruk’s ointment. Yoruk snorted,

“I did say we could ask Birghe or Ugri to help, but you said they were busy.” he pointed out. Meredith rolled her eyes,

“That’s because they are, and I don’t need Kidri coming along asking a bunch of questions either.” she retorted, “Come on, we can at least make it to my place.” she grumbled.

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