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Hi, how are you? I was thinking that it would be really cool to have a medic who’s a phoenix with healing tears and maybe can be a combat medic who can “die” on the field only to be reborn again as a chick for a little while then become an adult again. I hope you like it. ❤️

Hi, I’m doing well thank you for asking. Hunter honestly deserves a break from time to time and I’m gonna try to write this character as male, because I don’t have many guys. Sorry this took so long, I honestly wasn't sure how to start, and then I decided on another start and then I had two in the same place. So yeah.

Nix

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The most annoying thing about your condition is how often you have to deal with resets. A lot of your human regiments took your immortality and healing benefits for granted and often forgot, oh yeah you can still die. At the same time, being on a hybrid team meant most of them have healing factors so your tears didn’t do much.

When you returned for your new placement after getting shot down in the field you found a pleasant surprise. Section Chief Laswell, who you knew by reputation. She was there to give you information on your new station, which you were very pleased with. A couple of humans but mainly hybrids. As a combat medic you could be valuable when it came to injuries that the healing factors couldn’t handle.

This is what you had studied for, your research and work targeted towards hybrids and their autonomy and anatomy. The night before you shipped out you went over each file, twice. Not a single one was the same as the last. A dragon with one wing? If there’s one thing you sadly could heal with was limbs removed to that degree. A wraith was certainly a new one. The research that could be don-no! No. You had to be respectful, and you refused to treat anyone like an experiment. If you wanted to learn more you could do it via observation.

Arriving to base you were met with Captain Price, and the medic, Hunter. They both shook your hand, as you introduced yourself. You noted the shoulder weight on Price, to compensate for the missing wing. Maybe an improvement could be made, but that was something to discuss later on. For the most part you would be in combat, fighting and taking care of injuries on the field. Of course to make your fellow medic’s life easier you came with small dropper vials of your tears.

You would be working with Hunter the closest, who was more than happy to make you feel comfortable. You were escorted to the med bay where there were a few occupied cots and Hunter guided you through each of them. It was the same as any other first day on base, despite your experience. You only correct Hunter when they make obvious mistakes, knowing they were testing your skills. Hunter brought you to a cot with a man who may be one of the tallest you’ve met, passed out on the cot.

“And can you tell me what happened to this patient?” You asked Hunter before they could ask you. Hunter appreciated the playful challenge in your eyes.

“This is one of our KorTac transfers. He’s a Percht hybrid, and he’s recovering from a rampage.”

“Interesting. It happens often?” You asked.

“That he passes out at the end or that he goes on a rampage?” Hunter asked. You gave them a look, that reminded Hunter of their training days. “He passes out after every rampage, but doesn’t always go into one. For the most part his size and skills get him through the field well enough.”

“That must make it easier.” You commented. Hunter nodded.

“How long is the recovery period?” You asked, this time an actual question.

“Depends on various factors.” Hunter said. You assumed as much. Still, quite intriguing. “Once he wakes up though, I have to do routine physicals on each of the hybrids, if you don’t mind assisting.”

“Much more detailed look than any file will provide, I’m sure.” You said.

When Konig wakes up, he is still given a few hours to rest to work off a nasty headache, but he allows you to assist with his check up. You make small chat with him, but it’s clear that headache remains potent. Once you take some measurements and check scars and injuries he’s sent on his way. Decent enough guy.

Horangi is called in next, and as a haetae he’s equally intriguing. At first glance anyone would take it for a tiger hybrid but you’ve already read his file. He’s compliant but a little reserved. Still gives you casual respect, noting you definitely weren’t human. Though your features aren’t very obvious to anyone. Horangi gives you a nod out of courtesy and leaves once his health information is written down.

Price steps in, and when his shirt comes off you see the shoulder weight much more clearly. You can only imagine the amount of force it would take to rip his wing off let alone remove it from the socket completely. You asked the captain if the counter weight was even enough for proper balance. He admits it could be improved but at the same time he’s gotten used to it, and changes could make it a little difficult. You still offered to help him with finding him a better solution and he accepted.

A new pair of wings comes in, and shakes your hand almost immediately, recognizing you as a new face. Kyle commented on your warm hands, which were pleasantly toasty. Yeah you got that a lot. Kyle was curious about you though, noting you didn’t show any wings yourself, despite being a Phoenix. It’s a little more complicated than that, but he doesn’t pry anymore than you are comfortable with.

Johnny takes the seat and makes a few jests towards Hunter, who rolled their eyes. You aren’t afraid to make some comments of your own, which makes Johnny more relaxed around you. Good, you didn’t want to wrestle with a werewolf if you could avoid it. If you could avoid injury that was preferable.

When Simon steps in you feel it first, like there is death close by, simply waiting like a parent at a doctor’s office. You’d read up on Simon before coming to the base and you’d hardly heard of wraiths let alone seen one in person. Right off the bat you ask if questions are okay, and Simon prefers they’re kept to a minimum. You have most of your information from the files, so you simply ask him how he prefers his tea. Simon certainly feels a bit more at ease. You’ve seen plenty of cases in your time, you knew how to make people comfortable.

Next is Rodolfo, who is mostly human. His cadejos are very charming, and you get to give them some belly rubs. Easy, calm and relaxed conversation between you two. He and Hunter seem to be close.

Alejandro comes in and okay dang that’s some muscle. A nagual, a guardian. And Rudy’s husband. Proud of it too. You can understand why.

Finally, you meet the youngest which is Spirit. You offer to leave so she can be examined properly, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Hunter ensures she stays covered for the most part and you look away out of respect. Spirit is very excited to lift her shirt, to show you her ribs. Except you find a normal physique. Hunter still encourages her to keep it up, as they continue to examine them. A jackalope hybrid, with a wendigo form. Antlers are a little chipped but healthy enough. She’s sent on her way afterwards.

“Coffee?” You suggested to Hunter.

“Please.” They said.

“Seriously how do you fall out of a helicopter?” You asked Gaz on the roof. Gaz chuckled, shaking his head.

“Very talented my friend.” Gaz told him.

“Yes but when you have wings.” You said.

“Speaking of wings,” Kyle said. “Mind if I ask about yours?”

“How do you mean?” You asked.

“Well they told us you were a Phoenix. Guess I figured you’d have wings, you’re pretty rare specimen.” Gaz explained.

“Oh right. Ha…” you trailed off.

“If it’s a sensitive topic I get it.” Gaz said, you brushed it off.

“No no… I honestly don’t know why.” You said. “I remember being jealous of harpies like you though.”

Gaz’s wings puffed up a little. You smiled, enjoying the short time of peace and quiet. Gaz said, “I’m flattered.”

The team waited with baited breath at the clouded battlefield, waiting for you to return. Hunter stood near by, a stretcher ready to be loaded onto the helicopter. As soon as your silhouette was visible, carrying a barely conscious Rodolfo on your shoulder. You were in no better state, gritting your teeth and ignoring the blood you had. Alejandro and Hunter closed the distance between you and the rest of the team, Alejandro taking Rudy and Hunter catching you as you stumble from the weight being lifted.

As Hunter helps you to the helicopter, the propellers already starting up, you handed her a vial of clear liquid. "For Rudy. It will make his recovery...faster."

Hunter lowered your hand, focusing on getting you inside, and getting home. Rudy was laid on the stretcher, and hoisted in while Price gave you a hand, hauling you up and taking you to a seat. Hunter worked on Rudy first, taking the vial you'd offered. Admittedly Hunter almost didn't believe you, but given Rudy's condition, it was better to take the shot.

You watched, eyes growing tired and your vision blurring. Hunter was a brilliant medic. The eye dropper was used on Rudy's wounds, and healed over quickly. Poor guy would still need to rest as your tears couldn't do much for head injuries unless they were bleeding. You panted in your seat, before stealing a glance down. There were blood stains on your clothes, but you ignore them. You could use a break.

When Price tried to call Hunter over to give you attention, you put a hand on his arm. "I'm good."

"You're going to bleed out." Price argued. You just nodded. Yeah, you were.

"I'll be fine." You insisted. "Please Captain. Been needing a break."

"Hunter?" Price called, seemingly ignoring your wishes. "Just patch 'em up."

Hunter obliged. You weren't going to be leaving anytime soon. Sometimes for you it was easier to just hit the reset button. At least you had some good company, company that valued you for more than just your tears. You rest your head back, fighting to stay awake. Gritting your teeth you warmed your hand up, a soft warm glow appearing on your palm. The hand went to your wounds clotting them, before Hunter could get the bandages out.

“Damn it Nix!” They barked at you. You chuckled through your pain, as they batted your hand away and started to wrap you in gauze. “I could help you more if you would just let me.”

“I know… I know…” you said.

You were helped out of the helicopter by Simon, where you saw the rest of the team waiting. Johnny had a smile on his face until he saw you. Spirit’s face was covered by her hand in shock. Gaz rushed over immediately, taking your other arm to take the weight off Hunter but you shake your head. You were far enough.

“Set me down.” You breathed. Hunter looked at you, hating this part. “I’ll be fine.”

Hunter reluctantly lowered you to the ground, while Kyle stepped back. You turned your head to the side, seeing a sunset. Beautiful. Always beautiful. You overhear Spirit asking what was going on. Her concern was sweet. A deep breath and you shut your eyes. Another good ending.

The team looked on as your body burst into flames. Spirit gasped, eyes wide watching you burn. Johnny held her back, looking on as if it were just another campfire. Price folded his arms, wing going around Kyle on instinct. It wasn’t a pleasant sight, seeing someone they had come to care about, burning in front of them. Luckily it was also quick. Your body became a pile of ash.

“I hate it when he does that.” Hunter commented.

“It’s his choice.” Price reminded them. Doesn’t mean Hunter had to like it.

“What… what happened?” Spirit asked confused. She hadn’t seen you reset before, you’d only been back on the team for a short while, having been called to other assignments. Johnny let Spirit go, while Kyle approached the ashes.

“I’ll show you.” He said, gesturing for Spirit to approach. The jackalope came over seeing the pile of ash start to shift. “Come on you bald chicken, come on out.”

Your beak poked out of the ash your head following with it. Spirit gasped while Kyle smiled. You felt his finger stroke your head. You let out a happy chittering sound. “There he is.”

“I’ll get a blanket.” Hunter said.

The best part of your rebirth is probably the pampering. You already asked Kyle to show Spirit what to do before the mission. Kyle was fine with playing nursemaid, and giving Spirit some extra education.

“He remembers everything? Even though he died?” She asked while you were looking back at her in your blanket nest.

“Everything.” Kyle told her. “Only thing that changes is his age. He grows quickly from hatchling, and then it’s a matter of shifting back to human. By that point he’s an adult.”

“Never seen a phoenix before.” Spirit commented, resting her head on the table. You leaned over and nibbled at her nose, making her giggle. You got gentle strokes to beak as a reward.

It didn't take too long for you to get your feathers back. It let you take off, enough for some branching and practice, but not much distance yet. Spirit helped you by letting you ride on her antlers around the base. She was very careful, doing constant check ins to make sure you didn't fall off. If you weren't on Spirit's antlers you were riding somebody's shoulder. Except Simon's.

You don't feel safe around Simon in such a vulnerable state. If you had your human form, you would be fine. Simon is also fine with this. You're a phoenix, they're not very comfortable around undead, and technically speaking he is undead. Your skills against thralls and vampires were enough to satisfy him. Johnny is often in the same room anyways, so having a wolf as a mediator even with just his presence put you more at ease.

Hunter keeps you close as well. It's been a while since your last regeneration, so they take advantage to study you and any changes you might have in behaviour and personality. You don't mind, they don't needles to you except for any vaccinations they deem necessary. The other medics find your presence a treat, getting to greet you, and admire the beautiful warm colours of your feathers coming in.

Once you're able to fly a bit better, you often start to wake up Hunter. It's getting colder and the heating unit on base isn't exactly perfect, so some areas on the base are still chilly. You give off enough body heat that Hunter can pull on a hoodie, put you in the large packet, and have a couple minutes to warm up before getting their coffee. Sometimes Hunter puts the hoodie around your nest to heat it up over night.

Once Hunter has their morning coffee, you take off to wake the others. You land in front of Simon's door and let out a small cry. Simon doesn't always sleep, but rather he tries to relax in his room. Once there is movement, you move on to the next one. If Johnny isn't in Simon's room or outside after a full moon, you find him next. There's only so many places Johnny can be a full wolf inside, and the cold doesn't bother him, but Simon will open his door for you so you can nestle up next to him before letting off some extra heat. You may or may not nudge him with your beak, hey! No rolling over! Come on!

You're not quite heavy enough, and your talons can't grip the handle or knobs properly. First time you woke Simon he suggested he help you with your wake up calls. You didn;t object, and saw it as a trust excerise, since Johnny will help you if he's sharing a room with Simon for the night.

Alright, Kyle is next. Sometimes he's already awake or he's with the captain. Simon lets you in, and you fly over. Kyle is a harpy and therefore has some bird tendencies, include his wings covering his face a bit when he sleeps. You find an opening easily enough to wake him. Once your hear a soft morning from him you're able to get him out of bed. You let him wake up on his own, before heading out of the room and on to the next one.

Spirit is a typical teenager, and will try to ignore you like Johnny. That is if she doesn't try to curl up with you like a plushie. You land, wake her, and as soon as she reaches for you, you're off again. Spirit tends to get dressed and showered before eating breakfast anyways. You leave her to it.

You don't go to Konig if he's had a rampage the day before. He needs rest and he's unconscious. After the red mist he can make you aren't about to bother him. Konig is a gentle giant sure, you ride his shoulder any time the medics are uneasy around him to make them feel safe. You don't want to try to force him awake if you don't have to, and usually his rampages land him in the medbay anyways. Today you could wake him, and its the same as most, but you don't have to warm him up much. You get a warm greeting from him though as he drags himself out of bed.

You don't like waking up Horangi. Why? Because sometimes he's a jerk. More than once you've gone in to wake him, found his bed empty and are met with a haetae looking at you like Lucifer looks at a cornered mouse in Cinderella. You've taken to just letting out a call outside his door. One time you did this and Horangi opened the door ready to pounce and spook you. You retreated and let out a cry at him. Horangi was pretty smug, right up until he saw Simon close by, staring him down. Yeah, he stopped after that.

Alejandro and Rodolfo share a room, so not as much work. You can let out a call from hallway and they'll take a couple minutes. The two warm each other up, no issues there. You've gone in before and landed behind Alejandro, pecking at his back to wake him. Didn't work, he nearly rolled on top of you. If you hadn't cried out when you did, jolting him awake, you might have had some bent feathers. You go inside today though, as Rudy's injuries are still a little rough. It can take longer for him to fall asleep, and Alejandro struggles with sleep as a part of it. You're able to hop on to the bed, hop on to Rudy and land between them. You nudge Rudy first, who gives you some pets to get himself moving. Rudy then wakes the colonel, and you're on to the last one.

Price sleeps well enough but sometimes you find him sleeping on his desk or sitting next to his bed going over some files. Workaholic. Simon tries to scold him about it but well, it's not really scolding. More just commenting. Simon cracks open the door and you poke your head in. WOO! He's sleeping! You almost don't want to wake him. But you have to. The advantage here is that you can wamr up with him, because as a dragon hybrid he's pretty warm. You can nestle with him for a bit, giving him a couple miniutes before you wake him. Price groaned once you were comfortable. He saw you, and got out of bed, picking you up, and holding you to his core, where his body was the hottest.

Kyle takes you up to the roof anytime he relaxes up there. All he has to do is find you call "Nix". You know where you're going, and you'll fly over immediately. You get to relax with him outside and sometimes go for a flight yourself, with Kyle watching or joining you. It gives you a chance to brush up on your hunting skills. Mice and rats weren't uncommon to find. Spirit comes out with you guys as well, laying back and staring up at you while you fly over head.

Another life another cycle. It can feel tedious, and one day you'll probably end up doing something else. For now you have good people, and safe space. It took time to find this, to build it. You weren't about to walk away from it. If only it could have been that easy.

You had gone with the team to an outpost, a temporary set up for a mission. You still weren't shifting, not that you couldn't but it wasn't an ideal form. If you did shift to human it would be very young and very vulnerable. You didn't want to reset before you had to, and a kid was an easy target. A juvenile phoenix? That would require more stopping power.

"Wheels up at 0500 tomorrow. Prep your gear, eat, rest up, and we move out." The captain ordered. You made a chirping sound to get his attention once the team dispersed. Price offered his arm for you, giving you a chance to fly over and land on him. You inch up to his good shoulder nuzzle the back of his ear befoire looking at him expectantly. The Captain recognized that look. You were very expressive for a bird.

"Nix you'll be staying behind." He told you. You squawked in protest, your feathers puffing. The captain sighed. "Nix, you'll provide overwatch with Gaz."

You wanted to do more, but without a human form, you had some limitations. At least as overwatch you could still do some work as a medic. Price got to work prepping his gear with you close by, either perched somewhere or on his shoulder. If you noticed someone looking for something, you brought it to them. You noticed Simon was tense and you already knew why. The location of the mission had some heavy memories for him. Hell even Price wasn't sure about coming. You noticed the scope to his rifle was missing as he was assembling the weapon. It was under the bench. You flew over to him, your bright colours catching his eye. Simon watched as you retrieved the missing piece and flapped up, onto the bench. The scope was in your talons as you out a soft chirp. Simon took the scope and you nudged his leg. Your tears could heal a lot, but emotional and mental wounds? Not so much.

"Thanks Nix. Stay safe yeah?" He told you. You stay safe? You were more worried about him.

Downside of being a phoenix - well you already know the downsides - everyone wants a phoenix. Hybrid trafficking is a thing as well, with some sick tickets enjoying the idea of having hybrids for pets. A phoenix has extra benefits, with healing tears. There has been entire debates and conferences on phoenix tears and whether it should be allowed to be bought and sold in pharmaceuticals. As for your feathers that's a whole other issue and has long since been deemed illegal to traffick real ones. Not that poachers would care.

The mission had been going fine, you were keeping an eye out for wounded human soldiers from above. It was like watching a maze being solved by multiple lines, and just as chaotic. Kyle had been called to the ground to assist a team, leaving you to take care of another wounded soldier. As soon as you landed next to him, you were grabbed. You didn't have an ear piece so no one heard your distress. The next thing you know, you're uncermoniously stuffed in a bag, and dragged off.

When you awoke you were in a bird cage which you would never stop finding humiliating. This wasn't the furst time either, but you were more irritated by the fact that it had happened when you were trying to help someone. That being said you know better than to thrash against your cage, knowing they would try to restrain you further to preserve your feathers. To make matters worse you recognized the voice of the person who had caught you.

Valeria stood there staring at you. You tilted your head at her, remaining calm and avoiding too focused of a gaze. Gorgon hybrids were familiar enough to you. You could avoid mind control well enough, including hers. The question was if she recognized you as well. You were younger than when she previously saw you, and it was at a distance.

"Did you check for a tag?" She asked. The two men who'd caught you shared a look, and she sighed face palming. You weren't sure whether to pity them or laugh at them for such a rookie mistake. You did have a tag on you, Price had insisted on it. The way she went off on the two of them, holy crap. The fact she didn't turn them to stone right then and there was surprising.

"Out. I'll deal with you later." She hissed at them. That wasn't even a pun. Her attention was back on you, and you puffed up your feathers. The way she was staring at you was... kind of odd. If anything she seemed to be admiring you. I mean what was there to be disgusted by? You couldn't help but detect something else behind her eyes. The snakes didn't seem bothered by you.

"You could give me so much." Valeria commented. Fuck, not what you ever wanted to hear in this situation. You squawked in warning at her, almost challenging her to try something. She just smirked. "If only Graves were here, I might just set you on him. Maybe you could get him to shift gears."

She sighed seeing you bristle. "But you're with that pack of misfits... hmph... I'll take advantage of what time I have before they come to collect you."

As soon as you saw a few figures approaching with gloves, you started to thrash. Not again. You wouldn't let this happen again.

"Nix... Nix can you hear me?"

You were a pitiful sight. A number of feathers had been plcked from you, and your eyes were dry and sore.

"Can you hear me... try to move if you can..."

That voice. Spirit. You heard a couple more but they were further away. You tried to force your eyes open, but all you felt was still air on them. There was a crack of light but not enough to make out anything.

"Hunter.... he needs help!"

"Shit... come on Nix don't make me do this the easy way... really hate doing that... stay with us."

Tired... you were just tired and sore. You can feel gloves again, and you try to scratch back with your talons.

"Hold him down..."

"Yep." You felt leather holding your legs.

"Gently."

"I'm trying."

Something is laid next to you, you feel the edge brush against you. very gently you're awkwardly placed into something soft. You thrash at first, your mind still alert, but the voices assure you everything will be okay. It was all going to be okay... sleep... you wanted... sleep...

Hunter wasted no time getting you back to the med bay, getting you fixed up. They hadn't hesitated to break some things, and extracting your tears was done with little care for your well being. You felt something cover your head and you relaxed, realizing it was over.

Sleep returned to you while Hunter did their best to fix you up. As always, a remarkable job was done. You were placed in Spirit's room in a warm nest made of blankets and a hoodie. Recovery would be slow but you didn't need a reset. Not this time. You didn't want one either. When you woke back up you heard the team talking.

"His wings were broken, his eyes are dry and primary feathers were removed..." Kyle said, repeating the information Hunter had given them.

"Literal no fly list." Spirit commented.

"Having his eyes bandaged for now is the safest, so he'll need extra assistance around base." Hunter mentioned. "If he chooses to stay on base during the recovery period."

"I hate to mention it, but if Nix were to reset...

"No." Hunter said immediately. "I'm not about to do a reset."

"Could... someone else do it?" Spirit asked, her tone hesitant.

"I'm the only one with the training to do it, if anyone else does it on the team, it could be considered... no." Hunter trailed off before putting their foot down. Hippocratic oaths didn't cover phoenixes, and Hunter was strongly against being the reason you reset.

"Nix will still recover." Simon spoke up. "Just extra time."

"That settles it." Price said, before anybody could object. Not that anyone would. You fell back asleep hearing that.

The next time you awoke, you felt large hands take hold of you. You stayed calm, feeling yourself pressed to a warm chest. You were carried out of the bedroom and into a more communal space. The bandages remained over your eyes. You knew it would be while until you could see properly again.

"Hunter wants to give you some eye drops." You heard Price say softly. You let out a soft cooing sound, showing your appreciation. The team had to put in extra effort to help you recover, and they were choosing to do so. You heard Price and Hunter talking quietly, with Spirit asking if she could help.

"Keep your eyes shut, I'll tell you when to open them." Spirit said while Hunter instructed her on how to apply the eye drops. When the bandage was removed, you couldn't register much light. Hunter was doing this to protect your eyes. Gentle, latex fingers took off your bandages. Spirit asked you to open one eye and the drops were applied. It was a welcome relief until you could produce more natural tears. The other eye was treated and a new bandage was applied. This would take some time before you could see again.

Once Spirit said you were finished, Price took you to get fed, letting you locate the food yourself. You heard Kyle come into the room. You replied to his entrance with a friendly chirp. After you filled up on spices and fruit extracts Price picked you back up.

Price laid back and placed you on his chest where his heat was the strongest. The warmth was a great comfort, and you nestled in. You told yourself, when you could properly shift to a human state, you would thank him, and apologize for being so reckless. In maybe a week or so you would be around Spirit's age, and by the end of the month you would be an adult. By that point you should have your feathers back, and be able to see properly.

For now, you rested against the captains warm chest, trying to rest again. Those sickos had left their mark though. It wasn't long before you started to fidget and needed to be woken up again. Kyle woke you, taking you off Price's hands so he could get to work on his reports. You let out a startled tweet, your feathers puffing again.

"I got ya Nix. You're safe here." Kyle assured you. If only could see it for yourself.

Your blindfold stayed on until you could shift to an adult. It had come with some difficulties, and you shifted to human a few times before if only to make navigation a little easier. Spirit spent plenty of time with you, helping you walk around. Hunter insisted on a human state to get better adjusted to walking around with assistance.

Despite Hunter's intentions, König would pick you up and take you to whereever you need to go. You weren't much heavier than Spirit anyways. Horangi's antics against you stopped as soon as he learned what had happened. You didn't know at the time, but if he overheard someone making comments about your vision, he made the room foggy with his clouds and caused them to stumble around. The cadejos are great seeing eye dogs, and Rudy showed you how they can guide you around. May have led to you bumping into a wall or two, from the cadejos passing through them. Alejandro worked with Hunter and Price to find tasks you could do on base with your young age and impairment. You found you could still navigate the medbay with little issue, but sharp items were kept out of reach.

The biggest issue was your nightmares. More than once you would wake up to complete darkness and cold sweat. You didn't cry out, not wanting to bother anyone else. Except Spirit doesn't work that way, nor does Ghost. Ghost on more than one occasion has walked in on you, checking to see how you're doing. Spirit could hear your small noises of distress as well.

One night, Spirit knocked on your door. You allowed her entry from your bed, and she offered to take you for a walk or get a snack. Each time you accepted her invitation. Spirit didn't pry or bother you with questions. You got the impression she'd been through this before, or something similar. After half an hour or so you were led back to your room and could sleep the rest of the night.

Then came a night where Ghost came to your room. He announced himself calmly, and you were helped out of bed. The bandages would be coming off the next day. You were relieved to finally see again. The nightmares didn't subside though. Ghost made sure you had tea and something to eat before he decided to lay it all down.

"They did a number on you." Ghost stated.

"Yep." You said calmly.

"Sick fuckers." Ghost commented. "You made it out alive."

"I got myself caught, and put myself in that situation." You said.

"You did." Ghost agreed. Great talk Ghost, very inspiring.

"Should've stayed behind. I'm living with my mistakes." You reminded him.

"Same." Ghost said sipping his own mug. You turned towards his voice. "If all you do is beat yourself up about your mistakes, you're just gonna turn purple. You've got scars, we all do. That's what happens when you make choices."

"I know." You said. You'd been around for a long while. This isn't the first time you'd dealt with something like that.

"I'd fucking hope so, you're older than me." Simon pointed out. "But if you know, then you know when to fucking say something."

"I do. Once the bandages come off, I'll be attending therapy. Not sure if they can help but it's worth trying." You told Ghost. Ghost looked at you while you finished your midnight tea.

"Good." He said.

You sat on the bed, a full adult. Spirit instructed you to shield your eyes with your hand while the cotton pads were removed from each side.

"Okay... open slowly." Spirit said. You did, wincing a bit. "Well?"

You stared at your hand. "Five right?"

Spirit's face lit up as she confirmed it. Finally you could get back to work again. Of course Hunter wouldn't let you. Instead it was a mental health day, and it was doctor's orders so no getting out of it. The team left you alone and you returned to your room, sitting on your bed. You know what comes next, and you know it could mean you leaving the base and the team. It was important though.

You dialed the number you found online. A receptionist answered. "Hello, how can I help you today?"

"Hi, I'd like to set up a consultation with a therapist."

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jackactuallywrites · 1 day ago

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All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving Part 8

Rating: All good, nothing horrible

Warning: Ghost’s ego is dangerously large

Summary: At long last, you put two and two together.

Word Count: 926

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Yet again, you were woken up by someone knocking on your door.

This new trend in your life was fucking annoying; nobody in your circle ever knocked on the door anymore, only ever texted to say they were outside and waiting. Sure, anyone with a delivery would knock, but that would be at a reasonable time of the day, not past midnight.

You went to investigate, tying your dressing gown tight over your pyjamas as you tiptoed through the living room. Ghost was still out on the sofa like a light, his face hidden underneath a cushion, Soap curled up on the armrest by his head. Neither stirred as you crept past them to the door. How could anything out there possibly be more terrifying than the beast on your sofa?

Still, you kept the chain on.

You peered through the peephole before even touching the door, squinting at the person on the other side. You didn’t recognise the man. He looked like someone’s dad- a full beard and moustache, complete with a little hat. Maybe if you ignored him, he would just go away. Fat chance. You could see him raising his hand to knock again, so you reluctantly went to the door, quietly opening it and frowning through the crack,

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry to disturb you at such a late hour. You seen Ghost?”

Who the fuck was this? And how on Earth did he know Ghost was asleep on your sofa?

“Who?”

“Come on now. You know Ghost. Simon.”

“Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong address. I don’t know a Simon.”

Why your first instinct was to lie was a mystery to you. Ever since Ghost had come into your life, it felt as though your entire being had shifted; you were wary, paranoid, and secretive. You hadn’t told a soul about Ghost, whereas before, any man that so much as text you ‘u up?’ had a full report to the group chat.

“You really gonna do this?”

“Sorry, but I can’t help you.”

Inexplicably, you’d developed some sort of sixth sense for when Ghost was behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled, and you could just feel him standing behind you. You reached behind you, grabbing onto the material of his jumper as your fingers brushed against it and attempting to pull him away from the door, out of sight of the strange man.

“Chrissake.”

So much for that. For a SAS man, he wasn’t great at being sneaky. Ghost moved you out of the way of the door, undoing the chain and opening it properly,

“S’only Price.”

You weren’t best pleased about another random man knowing where you lived, and you huffed,

“I’m sorry. Was I supposed to expect one of your lot to be at the door? It’s not like you wear badges.”

Unlike Ghost, Price didn’t seem to view everything of yours as his own, staying on the other side of the threshold, though his eyes did roam over the entranceway to your flat, gleaning whatever information he could take from it. Still, you didn’t appreciate it. Luckily for you, again, unlike Ghost, Price seemed to be able to take a hint. He looked at Ghost,

“I’ll be waiting in the car.”

When he was out of earshot, you looked over at Ghost, who was sat on your sofa putting his trainers on,

“I’m getting a little sick of soldiers showing up at my door in the middle of the night, you know.”

“Not the impression I got.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline, and you rounded on him,

“I beg your absolute pardon? You wanna repeat that?”

“Still haven’t put two and two together?”

You stared at him as he got to his feet, trying to figure out what the fuck he was trying to imply.

“Take your time, love.”

Ghost was such a non-human entity in your mind that you hadn’t even conceived of a reality in which you could mistake him for a normal human man. But now, all the similarities were laid out for you to see, and now, you couldn’t fathom how you hadn’t seen it until that second.

Motherfucker.

You pressed your fingers together, then to your mouth, your thoughts reeling with both humiliation and rage. You’d hit on Ghost in a bar. More than that, you’d hit on him while not recognising him at all. And he had rejected you.

“There you go.”

“You better get out my house right now.”

“You sure that’s what you want?”

How could this cocky piece of shit be the same man that was broken just looking at Soap? He must still be drunk.

“On God, I will fucking kill you.”

“Come on, how was I supposed to give you my number if you already have it?”

You searched for anything nearby to fling at him, grabbing a little wooden statue your friend had carved and threw it at his head. Of course, he dodged.

“Gonna hurt me right after you tried to save me from Price? Please. I know your heart.”

You’d never stabbed a man before, but today seemed like it would be a good day to try. You picked up one of your stilettos from where it sat neatly on the shoe rack, advancing on Ghost with murderous intent, but he slipped past you to the door.

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” He paused at the doorway, “I’m not gonna forget about this.”

You answered by flinging your heel at him as he shut the door.

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defectivevillain · 5 hours ago

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unexpected patronage

pairing: Logan/Wade/Reader

The reader’s pronouns are he/him and he’s masculine intended. Otherwise, race is ambiguous and no physical descriptors are used.

summary: Wade pokes you and you flinch as his finger finds a hole in your shirt, from where Wolverine had grabbed you moments ago. “Sheesh, you practically hole-punched him, pookie.” He says to the man, who growls disapprovingly at the nickname.

You’re a bartender working the graveyard shift at Joe’s Diner. You’ve seen some strange people, but these two guys are by far the strangest…

word count: 3.8k | ao3 version

Warnings: canon-typical blood/violence/suggestive humor. Dogpool is referred to with it/its pronouns until the reader warms up to her. Expect lots of pet names and sexual humor, because it’s Wade.

author's notes: This fic is focused on Reader/Wade/Logan, and it’s explicitly romantic (nothing past making out). I know, this is rare for me. lol.

Also I know virtually nothing about the Deadpool & Wolverine movie, so this will be canon non-compliant. We’re going to pretend Joe’s Diner is just in NYC, lol.

You’ve been a bartender at Joe’s Diner for a bit now. Since you work the graveyard shift, you grow used to seeing a variety of people. Out of all the unique personalities and strange people you’ve met across the past few months, Wade takes the cake.

The first few times you see him, he’s wearing a hood over his head, sun glasses, and a face mask. You promptly told him he looked very suspicious, to which he responded that it was ‘just his charm’. You had rolled your eyes and served him the drinks he wanted, figuring he didn’t want conversation. Contrary to your expectations, the guy is crazy talkative—quickly introducing himself as Wade before proceeding to talk your ear off. You would be annoyed, but honestly, his chatter is entertaining and it helps the time pass.

If you thought Wade’s first outfit was weird, what he wears next time is far weirder. He’s outfitted with some sort of red spandex jumpsuit, with katanas strapped to his back and combat boots. He looks positively ridiculous, but, this is New York City after all. You settle for just raising a brow at him. He asks for his typical drink and, after some cajoling, admits that he’s a mercenary by the name of Deadpool. You don’t really have anything to do with that information, so you just shrug it off and continue serving him until he leaves an hour later.

From then, Wade makes sporadic visits. The most notable one starts just as any other. It’s about one thirty in the morning, and the bar is quiet. You’ve been serving a gruff-looking guy for about an hour now, and you’re beginning to think you should cut him off. Before you can do that, you hear Wade’s voice.

“Hey, baby!” He greets you. You blink at the pet name, secretly a bit flustered but not showing it. Wade’s just like that.

“Hi, Wade.” You greet him, a small smile on your face. He’s wearing his suit, which hides his facial expressions. His voice sounds happy, though.

Wade sidles up to the bar, before turning to face the guy you’ve been serving drinks to. “I’m gonna need you to come with me right now.” He says ominously. You blink in surprise, your heart jumping in your chest a bit at the rather demanding tone in his voice.

“Look, lady.” The guy huffs. He spares him a glance, before looking back down at his drink. “I’m not interested.”

You pay a glance at Wade, who seems annoyed. Feeling strangely sympathetic, you try to help him out a bit. Why you do it, you’re not entirely sure. He can defend himself—and probably kick the guy’s ass. But still, you’re speaking before you can get yourself to stop. “That’s just Wade,” you hear yourself explaining to the other guy. “He’s a good guy, he won’t hurt you. Unless you give him reason to.” You blink.

The guy just huffs, clearly uninterested.

“I tried, Wade.” You shrug. At least you can say you tried, and you won’t have to agonize over your silence.

“And I appreciate that, sweetheart.” Deadpool says sincerely, before shaking his head. “Even your handsome face can’t convince him… The guy’s busted.”

You start to tune out their conversation after that, as they exchange verbal blows and insults. Wade seems to be getting more irritated with each passing second, and you know that things will escalate soon if you don’t do something.

You had planned on cutting the guy off, but he motions for you to give him another drink. You know it’s not the best idea, but you find yourself sliding another one over to him before you can contemplate the consequences. He promptly downs it in one go. You think you make eye contact with Wade and you look at the glass pointedly.

“Ah!” He says aloud. You resist the urge to facepalm, instead sneaking glances at the guy. It doesn’t take long for him to pass out and hit the floor. You grimace at the loud sound of his collision with the ground, and hope it wasn’t painful. Then again, the guy seemed pretty muscular—maybe he’ll be fine?

“What’d you put in that thing?” Wade asks incredulously, looking at the empty glass. “Horse tranquilizer? Glitter glue?” You laugh at the latter remark. Glitter glue? Ridiculous, honestly.

“It was just liquor.” You huff, leaning over the counter slightly and paying the guy a glance. He’s unconscious, but breathing. You look back up at Wade. “He’s been drinking all night; I figured it would only be a matter of time.”

“I’m speechless.” He says, then continues speaking. You chuckle at the irony. Wade is never truly speechless. “Completely speechless. You know, you make quite the accomplice.”

There’s a beat of silence. “What do you plan to do with him, exactly?” You trail off, feeling a little guilty. Maybe you should’ve asked that question a bit earlier. Ah well. It’s too late for that now. Besides, you trust Wade. He’s not a bad guy. He likely needs him for his mercenary/vigilante stuff.

Wade’s answer confirms your suspicions. “Oh, I just need his help with something,” Deadpool says vaguely. He considers the guy for a moment. “Besides, he’s Wolverine. He’ll be just fine.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, that’s Wolverine? Shit.” To think the heavy drinker at your bar was Wolverine… You shake your head in disbelief.

“Yeah!” Wade confirms. “You just knocked out the mighty Wolverine! Not many people can say that.” You grimace, not feeling particularly proud of that fact.

There are a few seconds of silence before Wade sighs. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta get going.” He almost sounds regretful.

“Have fun.” You say, raising a brow at the ease with which Deadpool tosses him over his shoulder. “Don’t die.”

“I won’t.” He promises, sending you another mock-salute. Then he stumbles for a second. “Damn, this guy’s heavy. Gotta go; adios!” He’s gone in the blink of an eye. You stare at the front doors for a long moment, before rubbing your eyes roughly and half-expecting to wake up in your bed again. That felt like a dream sequence. Unfortunately for you, it seemed to be reality.

Wade returns with Wolverine a few mornings later. How do you find that out, exactly? Well, you’re stepping out of the break room and going to the bar when you see Wolverine rummaging through the cabinets. He very nearly rips the door off of the refrigerator and you quickly intervene.

“What are you doing?” You ask, staring at him in disbelief. “Get out from behind the bar.” You order.

Wolverine growls, but obeys you and settles in one of the seats. “I need a drink,” he says gruffly.

“Then just say that, dumbass.” You chastise him. He blinks at you in poorly-concealed disbelief, as if surprised you’ve insulted him. You get the feeling he doesn’t get spoken to like that often. Oops. “What do you want?” You ask. He confirms he wants his usual.

You prepare his drink and watch as he takes a sip. “Wade finally won you over, huh?” You finally manage to ask, unable to hide your curiosity any longer. Wolverine blinks. You look pointedly over to where Deadpool is sitting, pretending not to eavesdrop.

Wolverine scoffs. “No.”

“You sure?” You ask. “He seems to think you did.” You send a wave to Wade and he waves back, waggling his fingers excitedly. He looks about as energetic as a little kid hopped up on sugar. It’s kind of sweet.

“No.” Wolverine repeats.

You take one look at the guy, grumpy and cranky, and come to a quick decision. “You’re cute.” You huff amusedly. He puts on a cold and uncaring facade, but it’s clear he isn’t actually like that. Deep beneath those layers of muscle, there’s a heart.

It’s as if you insulted him. Every muscle in his body seems to stiffen. He’s tightly wound and tense. “What did you just say?” Wolverine demands, aggravated.

If you had even an ounce of self-preservation, you’d retract the remark. But it’s nearing three in the morning now, and you’re too tired to care. “I said ‘you’re cute’,” you repeat casually. “Y’know, the whole growly act-”

Suddenly his claws are in your shirt collar and he’s dragging you forward, bringing you far too close to him and rendering the bar counter between you inconsequential. You wince as his breath hits your neck. “I am not cute.” He growls.

“Okay.” You say, if only to placate him. Truthfully, you think his little growly act is quite cute. But it’s clear he doesn’t think so—and objects to the description.

Fortunately, before he can put his claws through your throat and end your life, Wade is intervening. “Hey, hands off, werewolf!” He huffs. “He’s the only capable bartender in this place.”

“Thanks, Wade; I’m flattered.” You respond, hoping Wolverine doesn’t notice how fast your heart is racing. You put your hand on Wolverine’s and attempt to get him to release his grip. He stares at you for a long moment, as if reminding you that he has the control in the situation. You just stare back, unimpressed. He finally releases his grip.

“You should be flattered, sweet cheeks.” Wade responds, before getting up from the booth and heading over to the bar. He pokes your shirt and you flinch as his finger finds a hole in your shirt. “Sheesh, you practically hole-punched him, pookie.” Wolverine growls at the nickname, clearly disapproving.

You follow Wade’s gaze to the top of your shirt, where there are puncture marks from Wolverine’s claws. “Aw, seriously?” You complain. Wade’s right—your shirt does look like it was hole-punched. It looks a bit ridiculous. “I liked this shirt.”

“Get another one.” Wolverine says blankly.

You glare at him. He glares back.

Wade is practically bouncing on his heels as he looks between you, either oblivious or uncaring of the tension between the two of you. “Look at us,” He says, “The perfect team. The brains, the brawn, and the beauty.” He points to himself, then Wolverine, then you.

“You think you’re the brains?” You hear yourself say sarcastically before you can stop yourself. Wade gasps in mock-offense. Wolverine huffs in amusement. Deadpool looks between the two of you for several moments, turning his head back and forth.

“What.” Wolverine eventually demands, annoyed with his constant back-and-forth motion.

“I don’t like this little duo,” Wade frowns. At least, you imagine he’s frowning underneath the mask.

“It’s okay, Wade,” you reassure him teasingly. “You can be the beauty, it fits you better.” And you certainly don’t feel like the beauty of this group anyways.

“Aw, you’re making me blush.” Wade says, bringing his hands to his cheeks.

“I’m not a part of this,” you feel the need to clarify. They have superpowers, and they’re likely doing something rather important. You’d… rather not join them. You don’t have combat abilities, regeneration, sharpened claws… or anything like that. “But I’ll serve you drinks when it’s all over. When you’re done with… whatever you’re doing.” You offer. Supposedly they’re going on some sort of mission to save the world… Blah blah blah. You don’t know the specifics and you’re grateful for that.

Wolverine huffs at your comment. “I’m going to need one.” He says.

“More than one; don’t lie to yourself, buddy.” Deadpool teases. He slaps a hand on the guy’s shoulder in a friendly gesture; Wolverine immediately shoves him off. You resist the urge to laugh, instead pouring him another drink when he asks.

You don’t see Wade or Wolverine for several days. You’re a bit worried, truthfully—but you know they likely have far better things to do than spend time here with you, in the wee hours of the morning. You can only hope they’re not too exhausted.

Finally, after far too long, the front doors open one morning to reveal familiar red and yellow costumes. You look at the two superhumans for a moment, taking in the blood splattered across their tattered clothes and the dark circles under their eyes. They look absolutely exhausted. There’s a dog in a matching red spandex suit at Wade’s ankles; and Wolverine looks less pissed than usual, which is admittedly concerning. What makes you laugh, though, is the state of their tattered uniforms. Wade’s suit is wrecked and Wolverine is wearing a strange mask with two protruding horns. You greet the two of them, before eventually giving in and laughing at the sheer state they’re in.

“What.” Wolverine demands, taking a seat at the bar. Wade follows his lead, taking the seat next to him. Wolverine doesn’t so much as put up a fight—a clear indication of his fatigue.

“Sorry.” You say, not feeling particularly apologetic as you struggle to suppress more laughter. You slide him his drink. “It’s just hard to take you seriously wearing that mask.”

Wade cackles. “You’re not much better, Wade.” You say with a slight smile, getting his drink for him. “You look like a broken fire hydrant.”

It’s Wolverine’s turn to look amused. “You do.” He agrees.

“Shut up!” Wade huffs defensively.

“It’s okay, Wade.” You saw with faux concern. Your eyes fall to the dog that came in with him. “Just watch out for your dog; it’ll probably pee on you.” Wolverine snickers.

“Dogpool!” Wade remarks, as if just remembering the animal’s existence. You roll your eyes, unsurprised that the dog has slipped his attention. He seems like the type to forget he has a pet.

“Wade, don’t put your dog on the bar counter-” You hiss. But it’s too late—Wade has picked up the dirty dog and placed it on the bar counter, where people drink and eat. Immune to your stress, the dog runs about in small circles, before deciding to scare the shit out of you by jumping right at you.

You’re forced to catch it. You hold it at a distance, if only because its fur looks matted, dirty, and splattered with the blood of this duo’s enemies. You hold the dog at arm’s length, looking at Wade expectantly. But he’s just laughing his ass off, because of course he is. You hold the dog out to Logan next, but he just shakes his head. Sighing, you set it down on the ground. It’ll lose interest soon.

But the dog—Dogpool, you remind yourself, unable to take the name seriously—only yips and runs between your legs, before trying to climb up one of them and panting as it stares up at you. “Wade.” You say. “Care to explain why your dog is humping my leg?”

“Aw, she’s just like her father,” Wade coos. You’re sputtering at the remark. “C’mere baby,” Wade says, rounding the bar and holding his arms out to her.

Dogpool doesn’t even seem to notice him, instead wagging her tail as she still claws at your leg and tries to climb you.

“Come to daddy, come on.” Wade urges her, making little noises as he beckons her closer. You grimace as she stays near you. Wade visibly deflates. “You’ve stolen my dog’s heart! How dare you?!

As if you have any control over the situation. But secretly, the longer you look at the dog, the more endearing she becomes. She’s kind of cute. Just a little. Emboldened by Wade’s frustration, you pick up the dog and hold her in your arms. Wade pretends to cry, then attempts to make grabby-hands and get you to give her over.

You wince as she promptly licks your face with her absurdly long tongue. “Okay, no, never mind-” You quickly back out, placing her down on the counter again. It’s not the ideal place for her, but at least she won’t attempt to coat you in slobber again.

“Wow, Deadpool is in love with you.” Wade comments, seemingly less bothered now. Then he seems to realize what he just said and starts stammering. “I meant Dogpool. Not Deadpool. That’s me.” You regret the fact that he’s wearing his mask, because you swear it almost sounds like he’s flustered.

Wolverine looks rather entertained by this conversation. “It’s an alternate version of yourself, and it still likes him better.” He points out. Wade isn’t happy with that comment; Wolverine has a wry smile on his face. “Go to your father.” He then says, tapping the dog lightly and directing her to Wade. She runs up to him and yips excitedly.

“Aw, you know I can never stay mad at you, honey.” Wade says to the dog, making kissing sounds. You watch the display with amusement, thankful the dog has seemingly forgotten about you. You don’t realize you’re smiling until you feel Wolverine’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

You blink and turn to him. “Want another drink, Wolverine?” You ask him, a bit restless under the weight of his gaze.

“Not on this counter.” Wolverine huffs. Then he straightens. “And it’s Logan.”

“Fair enough.” You acquiesce with a smile. Dogpool did just run all over it. “Logan.” You correct yourself. He nods. You decide to focus your attention on cleaning the counter, so you don’t have to think about the look in his eyes as you said his name.

In the coming weeks, Wade and Logan visit frequently. They always make sure to sit at the bar when you’re working, talking to you and saving you from your boredom. It’s nice to see them slowly return to their normal, well-rested selves. You have to admit: you were a bit worried about them when they showed up with blood splattered across their costumes a while ago.

Idly, you have to wonder why they still keep visiting you. Sure, you serve drinks—but you work at ungodly hours, and the liquor served here certainly isn’t anything special. It’s a bit cheaper, you suppose. But overall, there are no overwhelming qualities about Joe’s Diner that would make you want to choose it over a regular bar.

That particular mystery remains unsolved for a while, until one day after hours, when Wade strolls in purposefully—Logan following at his heels. Wade makes a beeline for the bar stool nearest where you’re standing and takes a seat, looking at you pointedly. He isn’t wearing his mask, allowing you to see the intensity of his gaze. He studies you for a long moment.

Wade seems uncharacteristically nervous and jittery. His fingers tap restlessly against the counter. His leg is bouncing and his gaze can’t seem to settle on any one thing for too long. “I like you,” he eventually says, so quietly that you almost convince yourself you misheard. “Like, like you, like you.”

“You had weeks to prepare, and that’s what you came up with?” Logan says snarkily, clearly unimpressed. He stands a short distance away with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He likes you too, but he’s too grouchy to admit it.” Wade says for Logan; Logan promptly claws him in the arm. “Ow.” Wade says. The remark seems to be born out of instinct, rather than genuine pain. He sends Wolverine an inscrutable look over his shoulder before returning his attention to you.

“Well, I like you like you too,” you answer after a few seconds, a small smile on your face. “Both of you. If it’s true.” You add on, because Logan doesn’t seem particularly pleased. But he also doesn’t object to Wade’s statement, so it must be true.

“Yay!” Wade interjects, promptly leaning over the counter and kissing you excitedly. His hands find the nape of your neck and he’s tugging you into him with a fierce grin. After a few moments, he breaks away and looks behind him—all without letting his hand fall from your face. “You gonna join us, buddy?” Wade asks.

“I’m fine here,” Logan says with a smirk.

“Perv,” Wade remarks, before turning back to you. He kisses you enthusiastically, his hands falling to the collar of your shirt.

“Jesus, Wade, don’t throw me over the counter.” You huff when you break apart, secretly worried that he’ll drag you halfway across the room.

“Wolfie’ll catch ya, don’t worry.” Wade says with a grin. Is that supposed to be reassuring? He keeps kissing you, nearly tugging you over the counter again. At some point, you have to actually catch yourself from falling into the surface.

“Just- Wait.” You say, not even thinking before jumping and sliding over the counter quickly. You’re standing next to him now. “Better?” You ask.

Wade blinks once, twice. His lips are parted in surprise. You’re starting to feel self-conscious and embarrassed when he breaks through the tense silence. “That was hot.” Wade says. You scoff disbelievingly and Wade turns to look at Logan, as if hearing him do something. “And I think Claws over there agrees.” He points out.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Logan is standing in front of you, backing you into the bar counter and kissing you. And even through the nearly overwhelming sensations—one of his hands on your hip, the other boxing you in; the tangible weight of his muscled forearm as you grasp it—you can hear Wade cheering excitedly. It’s so stupid that you find yourself laughing, to the point where you have to take a breath.

“Sorry, it’s just- Wade, what are you doing?” You laugh breathlessly, looking over at him. Logan’s hand remains on your hip even as he follows your gaze, glaring murderously at Wade.

“Just fanboying, don’t mind me.” He shrugs, sitting on one of the bar stools and kicking his feet. He looks very gleeful. “Y’all are so cute.”

Logan rolls his eyes. “Get over here, Red Riding Hood.”

“Aw, then that makes you the Big Bad Wolf.” Wade remarks, skipping up to both of you. “Tumblr’s gonna eat this up. We should get T-shirts, or maybe-” Logan’s kissing him before he can continue speaking.

You’re confident the three of you would stay there forever, if not for Dogpool’s unexpected interruption. She runs up to your legs and then jumps at Wade. Wade freezes and looks down at her with a gasp. “Her sweet virgin eyes!” He exclaims, bending down to pick her up. “Poor baby. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Not sure if she’s a virgin anymore, after what she was doing to my leg earlier.” You mutter quietly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Logan overhears in his proximity and laughs. That may be the first time you’ve ever heard him express such genuine amusement. It must be a rare sight, because Wade is also looking at him in surprise.

“So you can laugh,” Wade says, pretty much pouting. He’s still holding Dogpool in his arms, and he’s bouncing her up and down as if she’s a baby. “You don’t laugh at things I say.” He frowns.

“Because you’re not funny.” Logan responds with a shit-eating grin.

“Hmph.” Wade is dejected for all of ten seconds, until Dogpool promptly licks his face and you all abandon the argument to laugh.

endnotes:

Me: Would Deadpool say ‘adios’? @connorhasabigtip, my bestie: Yeah, he’d say it unironically because he’s a little slut. Me: *laughing my ass off*

I formatted this in between rounds of Squid Game on Roblox… and I think that’s what Wade would’ve wanted.

I looked up pictures of Joe’s Diner and was like, hm, they don’t have a bar + the counter’s too high and filled with stuff. Then I decided I didn’t care, ‘cause this is fiction. If I want to slide over a bar counter, then I’m sliding over a bar counter, physics be damned.

“It’s hard to take you seriously wearing that mask,” is a Dance Moms reference, bahaha (“Jill is yelling and screaming, and all I can think is, ‘It’s so hard to take you seriously wearing that hat.’”)

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skyloftian-nutcase · 3 days ago

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I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS :D (TotK spoilers)

When the castle rises into the sky, and chasms tear across the earth, one chasm opens up near the Forgotten Temple. No one really thinks anything of it, until someone has to investigate there and finds statues of strange looking beings with massive ears

Rumors spread across the land of an enormous bird like creature flying across Hyrule. The Rito can never catch it, but it lingers near their lands, far higher in the sky than anything else. It’s not Vah Medoh sized or anything, but it’s massive and alive, which is even more unsettling. It seems to be whipping up the blizzard that’s plaguing their region, but they can’t get to it

Link’s sister, Lyra, investigates one of the chasms that appeared near Hateno Village, trying to figure out what happened to her brother. She eventually runs into Impa and her new friend, a… mummy. Lyra screams. And stabs it. A lot. It doesn’t appreciate being stabbed.

Impa explains that she and the mummy have been wandering the depths in the hopes of trying to get out and back to the surface. Or, really, snarking their way through the place, throwing jabs at each other. She says the mummy was in the depths, sealed in place alongside a hand. The mummy claims the hand belonged to a monster. Impa says she’s not entirely convinced, but the mummy has been helping her.

Anyway, when they found the mummy, the energy sealing it in place attacked everyone. Link defended Zelda, seriously injuring his arm in the process. The ledge he and Zelda were on gave out, and they both vanished into the depths below.

Impa and Mummy (he doesn’t want to tell her his name, so she comes up with a nickname. Lyra comments how original it is. Mummy agrees. Maybe Lyra and Mummy can be friends.) been collecting poes to try and help restore the mummy’s body.

Lyra finds the Sheikah expedition team and helps get Impa and Mummy out. Mummy says he really should stay in the depths, given his condition. Lyra mentions there are Gibdos in the Gerudo Desert and he’d fit right in. He’s not amused. He’s also mildly alarmed.

Lyra returns to the Domain to check on her father and mentions the situation to Mipha, who has no idea how she could even heal such a person. Abel is recovering well, at least. But Mipha is willing to try if this person has information about Link.

Meanwhile, search teams continue to scour the depths for Link and Zelda.

Zelda, of course, got blasted to the past, to an era so early in Hyrule’s history it barely has any record aside from a war that had occurred around that time, known as the Imprisoning War. There, she meets Queen Sonia and King Rauru.

Mineru: So, you could just swallow the secret stone. It’ll grant you the immortality you need to survive back to your era. In addition, you won’t remember the millennia passing. Zelda: Oh! Really? Rauru, shoving his sister aside: NO DO NOT. There’s no way to turn you back! *whirling on Mineru* Goddesses, this is why you don’t have friends, Min!

Mineru: Ok, but hear me out. This is the ancient past in comparison to her era. Plenty of time for people to figure things out. We could all just leave message for someone to figure out how to reverse— Rauru: NO.

Three months after the Upheaval, Link is found. He’s… not in good condition. Like. At all. In fact, he’s doing terrible things. With a corrupted arm, and red eyes. Someone should get on that. He hurts Dorephan, he sabotages multiple places across Hyrule. Abel ends up hunting down his son alongside the Champions, capturing him.

Now they have a Rabid Link who is corrupted with whatever is infecting his injured arm. But lucky for them, someone (not sure who) discovers that there are five shrines that purify darkness, made by an ancient civilization that they don’t know… could it be the Zonai?

The Champions, and probably Abel and Lyra and Mummy, must take Rabid Link to these shrines to purify him.

After Link is purified, now he has to go try and save the different races with his new purified Zonai arm, all the while trying to figure out what happened to Zelda.

Mipha has to look after the kingdom while her father is injured. Link wants to just melt into oblivion. Some Zora are hesitant to forgive, but most understand what happened. Dorephan forgives Link. Link still wants to melt into oblivion. But Mipha has to stay, and Link has to go.

Koden 100% sneaks along because he doesn’t want to lose his papa again. Abel and Link both have an aneurysm about it.

Mummy is Link’s companion. Except by this point he’s probably mostly restored, and Rehydrated Ganondorf is not happy to be stuck in this nonsense.

Wonder what happened in the ancient past? And what Ganondorf isn’t talking about? Hmmmm :)

Random post-AoC ideas/fun

Link and Mipha get married about two years after Age of Calamity. Link is 19, Mipha is roughly 18 by Hylian years (she’s actually 21, but Zora aging is different)

Zelda steps up as queen, having come of age. Urbosa is her closest advisor, alongside Impa.

Zelda has a royal lab recommissioned after the previous one was destroyed during the war, and Purah and Robbie are happy as a clam helping to rebuild the place

Revali is knighted and serves Zelda proudly

Daruk and Link hang out a lot when Link isn’t busy helping Mipha or Zelda. Link spends the majority of his time in the Domain, but he still wants to help Hyrule as a whole

Link and Mipha’s son, Koden, is conceived pretty soon after their marriage, surprising everyone, but their second child isn’t conceived until a decade later

The Guardian technology is decommissioned and repurposed, as well as the Divine Beasts. No one really wants any other mishaps of corruption or anything happening. The Sheikah towers remain, however, to try and increase security and help connect the kingdom. Purah starts working on more Sheikah slates for high security clearance to use. She calls it the Purah Pad, but it takes years to develop.

About five years after the Calamity, there are strange, random occurrences of new monster hordes or discoveries. Zelda summons Link to help Revali handle some monster out in the frozen tundra of Tabantha, and Revali shows off that his gale can now push forwards instead of just bolstering upward into the air. He and Link work together to defeat a gleeok, and come back triumphant and thrilled, but Zelda is worried - this monster has not been sighted in Hyrule before, at least not within recent recorded history. What could this mean?

Seven years after the Calamity, there’s a strange substance called gloom popping up. Link’s father, Abel, gets exposed to it protecting Zelda, and falls ill. Zelda determines that it’s originating from beneath the castle. They have to investigate this. Link and Impa go with her while Mipha works on trying to heal Abel. She asks Revali to stand at the ready with the army. Urbosa and Daruk ready their own warriors, alongside Dorephan. (Baby Sidon is now around preteen age and desperately wants to help. He may or may not try to sneak to the castle before being redirected to guard his nephew.)

No one knows what happened beneath the castle. All they know is that an earthquake shakes the kingdom, the castle rises into the sky, and the team is missing. Rhoam has to take over as de facto leader while the queen is MIA, Mipha is a mess because her husband is gone, and the Sheikah scramble with their chief gone, leaving Purah to reluctantly step in for her sister. (Purah proceeds to hand the responsibilities off to the nearest person so she can continue investigating the situation from the royal lab just outside of Castle Town)

The Sheikah shrines all lock up when the Sheikah slate is shattered beneath the castle. It’s an ominous sign to everyone above ground when it happens.

#age of calamity #tears of the kingdom but AoC version haha #Thank you for indulging me #This isn’t entirely thought out it’s just ideas that I’m spewing and not putting much thought into #Ganondorf out here being Done with getting stuck in this nonsense continually #Mineru is a Menace #Zelda kind of likes her and finds her funny #And her intelligence is something to respect #Rauru does NOT respect it. Because he’s her little brother and that’s his prerogative. Also because she teases him #Sonia finds all of it amusing but also is very concerned that some random descendant just materialized out of thin air #This was infinitely more thoughts than I anticipated lol #tears of the kingdom #Totk

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bullet-prooflove · 1 day ago

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A Good Day: Sean Archer x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @emilyjr @toasted-stiletto @icefrye19 @to-grow-in-and-to-love

Companion piece to:

Make A Wish - Sean is triggered on his birthday when he sees a familiar face in the paper.

When Sean woke up this morning he didn’t anticipate spending the night in the cells of the 21st precinct or that he’d be facing another stint in prison for punching the guy who’d fucked up his life.

It had been a good day he had thought, one of the best because he was waking up alongside you underneath the fleece blanket you’d brought him because the Chicago winters still kill him even after all these years. He’s been doing better since the relapse on his birthday, seeing a counsellor, talking to his sponsor. He getting well again, coming to terms with his shit.

It’s when he gets to work that everything changes. He’s introduced to the new youth coordinator Reg Richards and his whole world just falls apart because that man whose hand he’s shaking, he fucked Sean when he was just fourteen years old, he took his virginity, his dignity, he made him the screw up he is today.

He loses it after that. He doesn’t remember hitting Reg, only the hideous crunch erupting through the room as he breaks the bastard’s nose, the sound of his own voice bellowing as he calls him damn curse word under the sun.

He loses track of time after that because he dissociates. He withdraws back into himself, tucking himself into the furthest corner of his cell, his head resting on his knees because he keeps going back there to that night, the one where everything changed.

When Sergeant Platt asks if there’s anyone he wants to call he shakes his head vehemently because he already knows how disappointed his dad’s going to be and honestly this whole thing has proven you are much better off without him.

It's a couple of hours later that the door to his cell opens and he’s escorted upstairs to an empty interview room and left to sweat for a couple of minutes. He doesn’t expect Antonio Dawson to walk in, for him to sit down across the table from him. He knows the detective in passing through your fire station family. They’ve talked boxing a couple of times during the cookouts that Hermann occasionally hosts.

“I know what he did to you.” Antonio says finally into the silence between the two of them. “Platt knows your girl, she came in, told me what this was all about.”

Sean doesn’t speak, he can’t, it’s like the words lodge in his throat like lego bricks as his gaze flicker up to meet Antonio’s.

“Do you think he’s still doing it?” Antonio asks him and Sean flicks back to that split second during his arrest, Reg’s eyes lingering on another child as he sat on the steps of the rehab centre, clutching a bloody tissue to his nose.

“Yea.” He says, his voice coming out in a rasp.

“Alright.” Antonio says as he takes a piece of paper out of the back pocket out of his jeans and sets it down in front of Sean. It’s a CI agreement, one that explains the terms and the conditions of becoming a confidential informant. “If you wanna stay out of jail, I need you to sign this.”

“Why?” Sean asks his eyebrows furrowing in confusion and Antonio leans forward, his hands clasped together as he meets Sean’s gaze.

“Because you Sean, you’re going to help me catch him.”

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writingxfootballl · 1 day ago

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i wanna be the one (that makes your day) (jessie fleming x ucla!reader)

the part two to i'll be your biggest fan (and you'll be mine)

word count: 1407 ish

rating: F for fluffy

title- best friend by rex orange county

a/n: again, unedited. part of my fic dump. not guaranteed spelling errors and plot hole free

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it’s been exactly one month since you left california for oxford.

and in that month, you’ve felt the full weight of the transition.

the chill of the english weather, the constant rush of new information, and the distinct absence of a certain messy-haired canadian soccer player.

you’d been so determined to focus on your studies, on the prestigious rhodes scholarship that had brought you here, that the thought of jessie—of her—had taken a backseat.

but that didn’t mean she was far from your mind. because she wasn’t.

she never really was.

it’s just that, here, in oxford, it felt… different.

the landscape was so vast, so old, the buildings so steeped in history. everything felt so distant, so foreign.

it wasn’t the kind of place where a casual coffee date or library study sessions felt possible.

but that didn’t stop you from wondering if you might see her again.

and then, one crisp morning, while you were walking across radcliffe square, there she was.

jessie fleming, on a freaking london bus, looking effortlessly beautiful in a puffer jacket and jeans.

you freeze in place, breath hitching, your heart skipping.

you hadn’t expected to see her in england, let alone in oxford, and definitely not in this exact moment.

the last time you saw her, she was standing on the bleachers in sunny california, asking you out on a date.

you had kissed her. it was perfect.

and then she had flown back to london for her training with chelsea.

you still have the little text you sent her: "thinking of you. hope practice is going well. "

it was cute. she replied with something equally sweet.

and then you both agreed that you’d keep in touch.

you hadn’t realized how much you'd missed her until this very moment.

you panic for a second, unsure what to do.

should you wave?

run over?

act cool and pretend you weren’t feeling a little lightheaded?

before you can decide, jessie’s eyes meet yours.

they soften immediately, her lips curling into that familiar smile, and just like that, you’re moving without thinking.

she’s already walking toward you, her boots tapping along the stone path, her hands shoved deep into her pockets.

“hey, y/n,” she says, her voice warm.

“fancy seeing you here.”

your heart swells.

“jessie! what—what are you doing here?”

“i think that’s my question for you,” she teases, stopping in front of you.

“i was just in london for training and thought i’d visit oxford for a bit. nice to see you’ve finally joined the world of us english folk.”

you laugh, trying to mask the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“i didn’t know you’d be here. i’m just, you know, studying. trying to become a fancy oxford student or whatever.”

“fancy, huh?”

jessie quirks an eyebrow.

“you look more like you belong in california than in england.”

“yeah, well, i don’t know if i’ll ever get used to the rain. or the weather, for that matter,” you say with a small, self-deprecating chuckle.

“i like it,” she shrugs, grinning.

“it’s cozy. but maybe that’s because i grew up with it.”

“right,” you mutter, glancing down at your boots and feeling suddenly nervous again.

“so what’s the plan? are you here for long?”

“nah, just a couple of days,” she says, looking around with interest.

“but i could always stay longer. what about you? got any plans for the day?”

you hesitate, thoughts running wild. “um, not really. just… studying. you know, the usual.”

jessie smiles knowingly, and before you can blink, she’s offering her arm to you.

“well, if you’re not doing anything, you want to come grab a coffee with me?”

you try to keep your cool.

“a coffee?” you repeat, almost disbelieving.

“as in, just us? hanging out?”

jessie tilts her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “yeah, just us. no big deal.”

you’re pretty sure your heart is about to burst out of your chest, but you manage to nod, trying to hide the giddiness creeping up.

“sure, i’d love to.”

and so, the two of you stroll through the cobbled streets of oxford, coffee cups in hand, casually talking about everything and nothing.

the conversation flows effortlessly, like you’ve known each other for years, like time and space hadn’t really interrupted your connection.

“so how’s chelsea?” you ask, as you both take a seat on one of the benches overlooking the river.

“it’s been great,” she replies, looking genuinely happy.

“lots of training, a few matches here and there. and you? how’s oxford? is it everything you thought it’d be?”

you think for a moment.

“yeah. and no. i mean, it’s exactly what i expected academically, but i didn’t know how lonely it would feel sometimes. like, everyone’s so driven, and it’s kind of… overwhelming.”

jessie nods, her gaze softening.

“i get that. being away from home is hard, but you’re doing it, right? you’ve got this.”

you smile, warmed by her words.

“thanks, jessie. i appreciate that.”

“of course,” she replies, her voice gentle.

“besides, we’ve both got big things going on, right? you with the rhodes, me with the team... we’re kind of a power couple, if you think about it.”

you laugh, the sound coming out more nervous than you intend.

“power couple? is that what we are?”

jessie’s grin widens.

“why not?”

and for the rest of the afternoon, you both walk around oxford, talking about life, about what you miss, about your plans for the future.

the conversation flows with ease, like you’ve always been in each other’s orbit, like nothing has really changed.

by the time the sun begins to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and purple, jessie turns to you, her smile softening.

“i’m really glad we’re doing this,” she says quietly. “i’ve missed you.”

you swallow hard, your chest tightening.

“i’ve missed you too.”

“i mean it,” she continues.

“i know we’re both busy, and i know this whole long-distance thing isn’t easy, but... i want to see you more. when you’re free, come to london. i’ll show you around.”

the warmth in her words melts you completely.

“i’d love that,” you whisper. “i’d really love that.”

“good,” she says with a wink.

“because i’ve already got a few ideas for our next date.”

you laugh, your heart fluttering.

“a date, huh?”

jessie shrugs, looking casually cool.

“we did kind of kiss last time i checked, so i think it counts.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re grinning.

“you’re impossible, you know that?”

“yeah, i know,” she says with a laugh. “but you like me anyway.”

you shake your head, a playful smile on your lips.

“don’t get too cocky.”

“i’ll try,” she says, her eyes twinkling.

the sun dips below the horizon, and the night air grows cooler, but there’s something incredibly comforting about sitting here with jessie, knowing that the two of you have this connection that just keeps growing stronger.

over the next few weeks, you and jessie stay in touch.

the long-distance thing isn’t easy, but it’s working.

you FaceTime when you can, send each other little messages of encouragement.

she’s training for her upcoming season with chelsea, and you’re buried in your studies, but the moments you do find to talk are the highlights of your day.

it’s strange, though, to think about how your life has shifted since that first meeting in the library back at ucla.

you’ve come so far, both of you, and yet somehow, despite the distance, you still feel that pull to her.

that connection you can’t quite explain, but you know is real.

jessie visits oxford a few more times, and each time feels like a new chapter in your relationship.

you go out for coffee, explore the city, and sneak in quiet moments in between your busy schedules.

with each visit, your feelings for her grow stronger, and you begin to wonder if this could really work—this thing between you two, despite everything.

one night, after a long week of work, you find yourself at your desk, scrolling through your messages when you see a new one from jessie.

"thinking about you. when’s the next time i get to see you? "

your heart skips.

you reply quickly: "soon. i’ll make it happen. i miss you."

she responds almost instantly: "me too. see you soon, love."

you grin, your heart swelling.

this? this was just the beginning.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #woso imagines #jessie fleming #canwnt imagine #canwnt x reader #the only chelsea player i will ever like

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corralinesage · 2 days ago

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Learning you by heart (15/?)

One more chapter after this!! 🤭

Chapter 15: Here and now

“Where’s the body?” Wanda walked into the more open space in Natasha’s living room, her hands crackling with red, sparks appearing alongside a faint scarlet glow around her irises.

“I burned it behind a dumpster in New Jersey.” Their eyes met, Wanda’s wide from shock.

“Fuck… Natasha.” There was a hint of chastise in Wanda’s tone and for a good reason.

“Not my proudest moment.” Natasha shrugged.

“That’s-” Wanda was struggling to find any kinds of words for the information she had just received. “Must’ve been awful.”

“Just another kill.” Natasha’s voice was heavy, her grim features countering her words rather heavily, but Wanda didn’t comment. Natasha’s life had gone astray badly enough to not need any reminders of or judgement over what she had had to do to achieve it all.

“I think it’s best we get going then. There’s nothing here for us anymore.” Wanda looked apologetic as she raised her hands up.

“Take me home… please.” Natasha looked tormented, her hand clutching the Polaroid picture of you. “I…” Her voice disappeared as she nearly broke down.

“It’s okay, Natasha. I got you now.” Wanda changed her stance, preparing herself to go through the effort of creating a portal. A large abrasion ripped into the air in front of them, but it disappeared just as quickly as Wanda had created it.

There was a knock at the door, both of their heads turning in the direction of the sound before flitting quickly at the other’s face to make sure they had both heard it. Wanda dropped her hands, the red glow disappearing immediately, Natasha turning toward the door expectantly as if it might just open on its own. They looked at each other again, the corner of Wanda’s lips drawing up into a slight smile. Natasha looked hopeful, but there was also fear mixed into that expression on her face. She didn’t have it in her to believe that it was you behind that door, yet it was all she was hoping for. Wanda’s hand touched Natasha’s arm, nudging her gently toward the door.

“Don’t forget what you can have”, Wanda’s words tugged at Natasha’s chest, her heart racing as she walked to the front door of her variant’s apartment, her hand finding the doorknob and twisting it slowly. She almost couldn’t believe that you were standing there, eyes bloodshot like it hadn’t been all that long since you had stopped crying, Wanda standing beside you. Natasha opened the door wider, hearing her Wanda’s footsteps behind her.

“Hi.” Natasha wanted to pull you into her arms, her body yearning to feel your own, to squeeze you tightly enough to ensure you could never slip away from her again.

“Hi.” Your voice was timid, wary of the fact that you crawling back to her might not have been as welcome as you were hoping it to be. Your eyes flitted down to the floor briefly before coming up to Natasha’s face, but your words got caught in your throat when Wanda emerged into the doorway. Your eyes widened in shock, your jaw dropping rather comically. You looked at Wanda beside you, grasping her hand as if to test if she was still right there beside you and as real as ever. Wanda was less shocked by her variant’s presence than you were, but she still seemed rather astonished by what she was seeing, her shock sidelined by curiosity. The disbelief on your face was evident yet all you could do was believe your own perception and the very reality that you were witnessing as your gaze went back to the doppelgänger of your roommate and best friend. “You were telling the truth”, you gasped quietly.

“I would never lie to you, not if I might lose you because of it”, Natasha whispered, smiling gently, your eyes itching with tears.

“Sort this out”, Wanda said from behind Natasha, her attention shifting to her variant. “You and I need to talk.” Your Wanda looked rather taken aback but she nodded in agreement immediately, letting go of you and allowing you to go inside Natasha’s apartment as both Wandas went into the hallway. You stared after them through the door that Natasha closed between you and them, only moving into the living room when Natasha’s hand brushed over your forearm as if wishing to grab your hand, but she let go before she could reach your wrist. A small, hopeful smile found your lips as you followed her to the couch. You took a seat on the cushions, recalling your tipsy night there, your eyes threatening to itch with tears again. It was now or never. You could have more of those moments, infinitely more, if you just managed to trust her and undo the damage that you had done by lashing out on her.

“I guess I should start off with an apology”, you hummed, still quite shaken from having witnessed two of Wanda. “I- I don’t know what got into me.”

“I don’t blame you, dorogaya (darling). I know it’s beyond the comprehension of many.” You nodded at her words, glad to know that she was understanding.

“I was cruel.” You couldn’t even look at her, still struggling to wrap your mind around everything. It felt like you were missing bits and pieces of the fight, of the thoughts that had been regurgitating in your mind all night.

“You were reacting”, Natasha said placatingly.

“I shouldn’t have said a lot of the things I did.”

“Maybe not”, she hummed, placing her hand on your knee in an attempt to make contact with you. “But you’re here now.” Your eyes rose up to meet hers, your gaze wary, longing.

“I am.”

“What does that mean?” You could tell that she was asking in all earnest. She didn’t want to get her hopes up and start to imagine that any kind of a happy ending was even remotely in her reach.

“I don’t know”, you whispered weakly, unsure of what to say or how to continue from the fallout you two had had.

“What made you come here?” Natasha’s stomach ached, her heart hammering in her chest from anxiety. She could not take any more.

“You. I can’t seem to stay away.” You let out a slight chuckle as if in an attempt to bring levity into the situation, but it did little to coax a smile on Natasha’s face. You remained silent for a while, sorting through the thoughts in your head. You felt your throat squeeze shut, your head aching from your sleepless night. “I think I’m in love with you.” Natasha couldn’t react to your words. She couldn’t receive them. She couldn’t let her heart be torn apart once more. She had nothing more left to give.

“Don’t say that.” Your heart sank. “I’m leaving.” She stared into the interior of the house, ignoring your tormented face on purpose. Your heart started hammering in your chest ruthlessly, your lungs feeling empty, drained of the air that you couldn’t seem to breathe no matter how you tried.

“No.” Natasha’s head turned to look at you at the sound of your pained voice as if to make sure she had heard right. “No, no- You can’t.” You sounded teary, the lump in your throat preventing you from articulating clearly, your hands reaching for her own.

“There’s nothing here for me. It’s all a distant mockery of what I’ve lost”, Natasha mumbled, shaking her head in defeat.

“I’m here”, you whimpered, your hands squeezing her forearm even tighter.

“I can’t trust that it’ll work.”

“Natasha.” You could not believe your ears after all the effort you had put into figuring out your feelings.

“I’m going. I don’t belong here.”

“Yes, you do.” You felt helpless. “What about all the weeks we spent together? Did they mean nothing to you?” Your eyes were filled with sorrow and pain.

“They did and they do, but I have no fight left in me. I can’t risk it. This might be my only ticket home.” She nodded her head as if agreeing with herself and choosing to fully carry through with her decision.

“No! No, you do not get to do that!” You suddenly sprung up from the couch, unable to control the jumbled-up feelings inside you. “You do not get to come here and make me fall in love with you, only for you to leave me at the first bit of hesitance you sense.”

“Y/N”, Natasha began in a quiet, weary tone, but you interrupted her.

“I’m allowed to be careful!” You looked exasperated, your lower lip trembling, chest heaving with your heavy inhales.

“Y/N”, she tried again rather calmly. “I love you more than anything. Losing you for a second time will kill me.” She sighed softly to herself. “We can never work.”

“No-” Your tone was close to begging.

“I was foolish to think that I had a place here, that I could love you how I loved you before.” Natasha looked devastated, her bloodshot eyes and blotchy skin truly emphasizing her pain. “I don’t expect you to understand.” You seemed to calm slightly down at her words as you sat back down on the couch beside her, closer than before, your hand finding her own again.

“Then help me understand. Maybe you don’t have to love me the way you used to. Maybe we can figure it out as we go”, you suggested carefully, mindful of overstepping her boundaries after nearly exploding on her once again. “Tell me more about myself, about us, all of it. I can’t understand if you don’t give me a chance to.” Natasha knew from the look in your eyes that you were seriously asking to be included in her complicated situation. There was logic to your words. Why reach for the unreachable when she could reach for something more realistic, something perhaps just as good in its own way?

“You’ve seen the Vengeance franchise.” Natasha shrugged, an amused smile on her lips, her hand finally responding to your touch. The familiar names of the superheroes crossed your mind, reminding you of the fact that you shared a name with one of them. “The name is not just a coincidence… Of course, you’re played by an actress who can’t quite match your beauty.” She was giving in, slowly melting under your touch. She was willing to hear you out and try for one more time. You looked at Natasha in disbelief, unsure how you should respond as you gasped quietly.

“You’re telling me I’m a superhero?” You felt a smile tug at your lips at such a ridiculous statement.

“Heroes of the world”, Natasha recited a line from the movie. “Not only a superhero, but my hero, as sappy as it sounds.” You looked at each other. “You saved me from myself. You made me human again.” She bit her lip to avoid smiling too widely.

“The… you’re in the movies too.” You barely had any words. “There’s a kiss in the third one.” It sounded crazy, it sounded insane, but you couldn’t deny the similarities of the characters in the movies and the two of you. The actors looked alike to some extent, and many other features and characteristics mirrored you and Natasha’s, maybe even the dynamic to some extent.

“That kiss started it all”, Natasha whispered, her smile not enough to hide the tears she had to wipe away. “The movies aren’t hundred percent accurate, and painful to get through, but they’ve got some truth to them.” You took a moment to take in all that she was saying, recalling the battles between aliens, the characters, the events, all of it.

“I was pretty badass”, you hummed almost playfully, thinking about the character that you had always thought of as a fun and admittedly interesting person. You had been an incredibly skilled spy and sniper in another universe. You had been a righteous warrior who had saved countless lives, including that of the woman beside you. You had worn a black suit with violet accents that glowed like stars in the sky. You had been perhaps snarkier, tougher, more ruthless than you could ever imagine yourself being in your own reality, but you had also been just as loving and caring toward your loved ones as you were in your own reality. You had had mean fists and a thirst for justice like no other, paired with incredible skills with all kinds of guns. No other sniper could quite reach your level.

“Oh, you were.” Natasha nodded her head, a fond look on her face, a confident, knowing smirk finding her lips. “You were truly badass.” You both remained quiet for a moment as you let the information sink in further. Natasha looked away from you as memories filled her mind. No matter how much you were there beside her, she was still in such immense pain whenever she remembered you as her wife that she could not bear to look at you. It wasn’t hard to sense the emotionally charged demeanor that Natasha was wrapped up in, but you decided to approach it gently despite any hesitation you might have felt. You moved your hand up from her arm to her cheek, cupping it gently to guide her face to yours, her jade eyes locked with your own.

“Tell me more?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. Natasha searched your eyes, searched her own emotions regarding the situation and regarding you before opening her mouth again.

“Your mother was a hunter.” There was a storytelling quality in the way she spoke. “Which I’m sure you remember from the movies. You learned to shoot with precision before you learned to properly read. You always had steady hands.” She nodded her head, looking at you for a moment, allowing herself to admire your beauty as her eyes ran over every part of your face. “By the time you were in your late teens you were probably one of the best shooters the country had seen, except nobody knew you, nobody knew about your existence outside of the little cottage you and your mother inhabited.” She let out a long sigh before being able to continue. “That was until your mother died. Your anger and sadness made you seek for an outlet. You needed a way to make a living and fortunately for you, or rather unfortunately in many ways, you got caught in the middle of the alien invasion on Manhattan.” You nodded your head. That was in the movies. “You picked up a discarded gun and joined the fight without anyone asking you to. It was Maria who eventually realized what was going on.” She leaned a little bit closer to you, your body painfully aware of the fact that you weren’t fully pressed up against one another in a way that would have left you satisfied.

“Toward the end of the battle, you got shot in the calf. It was a flesh wound. I told you to drop out of the fight and leave because you as a civilian were only going to be in the way –I was a bit defensive back then– but you never listened.” She chuckled at the memories. “As long as you could shoot, you were of use. That’s what you told me.” She laughed again. “I couldn’t understand what kind of a lunatic civilian would be crazy enough to take on an alien invasion, but then I saw how good you were, even when injured. You shot down aliens one after another from your hiding place. It was incredible.” Your eyes were wide with wonder as you listened to her intently, unwilling to miss a single word. “After the battle, Fury demanded to know your identity, so that we could all thank you appropriately. You were asked to join the Avengers and things were never the same after.”

“The Avengers? That name is way better than the Vengeance league”, you snickered quietly. “Oh wow, what a story.” Natasha smiled brightly, pleased that you were taking the entire situation seriously and actually listening to her. “But what about us? How did we… fall for each other?” Your eyes couldn’t help but to dip down to Natasha’s lips, your body longing to be closer to her, to touch her and feel her.

“You fell first. It took me a while to realize that I was even feeling any kind of way. I tried to hide behind layers upon layers of snark and witty banter, and even went as far as taking distance from you before I finally managed to look myself in the eye and realize that you were not just a teammate, but something more.” Your gut churned with butterflies as you recalled the feeling of falling for her. You wanted to get closer to her, your thumb stroking her wrist carefully. “You were always so gentle with me. It was jarring to someone who had only ever been treated with violence.” You felt your eyes itch with tears. It was unfair, all of it, both you and her situation.

“In a very heartbreaking way, that’s rather beautiful. I’m glad I could do that for you”, you whispered, glancing down at her hands, your touch reaching up to her forearms to feel more of her. Natasha smiled gently, her eyes moving down to your joint hands before coming up to your face again.

“You’re doing it right now.” Her voice could barely carry loudly enough for you to hear. “You’re being gentle with me.” Her hand responded to the touch of your own, caressing your fingertips back in the same manner as you did. You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t really do anything other than keep touching her. “Whenever I was angry beyond reason as a result of a battle or a dispute with the people in charge, or my friends, you would come to me, and you would be gentle with me.” She sniffled, pursing her lips to hide how affected she was by the memory, by the parallel. “I couldn’t stay angry when you touched me like this.” She moved her hand a little more to clarify what she was referring to. “When you spoke reason to me in soft whispers.”

“Kind of like now”, you mused, smiling gently.

“Kind of like now”, she agreed in a small nod, her heart aching worse than it ever had at the thought of leaving you behind.

“You were always the voice of reason for me. You made me see what life had to offer…” She sounded wistful, and at that moment you felt like a hint of the clarity was extended to you. She sounded truly in love, but it wasn’t directed at you. She was talking about someone else.

“Were.” You sounded bitter to your own ear despite not meaning to, but you couldn’t help the feelings of jealousy toward your alternate self.

“What?” Natasha turned to look at you, her brows furrowing.

“How could I ever compete?” You looked at her with a heartbroken expression of realization on your face. “Natasha. I’m not her. I’ll never measure up to her.” She looked away from you, her smile wiped away from her face. It was an impossible situation. There was no winning.

“It won’t be the same. I know that. I’ve always known that, which is why it’s perhaps for the best if we end it here.” Every ounce of pain that shone on Natasha’s face countered her words, but she couldn’t help but to try to protect you. “It’ll hurt the least this way.” She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head in defeat as she pulled away from your touch. “It was just a fling.” It felt wrong to voice out such blatant lies, your face falling into a desperate frown.

“Don’t say that. Please, Natasha, don’t say that.” You felt your tears spill against your own will. “You can’t say that”, you sobbed, unable to control your emotions anymore, your hands reaching for hers again. She couldn’t let go of you. You would not be able to take it.

“I have to.” She wouldn’t let you touch her. “It’s the only way I can still go back home.”

“You don’t have to go back. You can stay here with me.” You leaned closer, cupping her cheeks to make her look at you. “Stay here with me, baby.” You held her face gently, Natasha’s heated cheeks damp against your palms. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t resist your face.

“But what if it doesn’t work out? What if it’s just more pain?” Natasha’s eyes glistened with tears that pooled at her lash lines. She was broken and beaten down, and it was more evident than ever.

“What if it does?” Your faces were mere inches apart, eyes searching the other’s. “What if it all works out?” Natasha could feel your breath brush over her chin. “I don’t have to be like her. You don’t have to be who you were. We can just be us. Here and now.” Your eyes were wide with anticipation, begging her to hear you out. Natasha’s eyelids fluttered shut as she tried to make sense of her screaming mind. She didn’t know what to do, torn between two, torn by her pain and her search for comfort and security. “I can be exactly what you need.” Your whisper brought goosebumps to her skin, her muscles melting under your touch as she leaned forward. She paused, hesitating for a moment before she pressed her mouth to your own.

You kissed her irritated lips that were hot and salty from her tears, swallowing each little whimper that escaped her. You pulled her closer, sucking on her plump top lip that often gave her a slight pout, your mouths fitting together as well as they always did. Your chest felt light and airy, full of relief despite knowing that it wasn’t all over yet. Her kiss might very well have been a goodbye kiss, but you were going to take it nonetheless because her hot mouth against your own felt better than life ever had. You didn’t care to breathe. You didn’t care. All you wanted were her lips, her hands at your waist, her warm cheeks against your palms. Neither of you deepened the kiss, keeping it tame and gentle, but the underlying passion was hard to shove aside. Her lips were rough and needy, kissing you fervently as if to savor every last bit of you to ensure that it lasted her a lifetime, lasted all the way to another reality. You pecked her lips a few times as you tried to find enough self-restraint to pull away from her to breathe. The chaste kisses made her smile, her teary eyes fluttering open to see your face.

“I want you. Just you”, she mumbled gently, her eyes flitting down to your lips. “I don’t need you to be anyone else. I fell in love with you.” You could feel your lips tug into a smile, your thumbs swiping over her reddened cheeks as her face fell. “But I’m scared.” You could barely hear the words.

“So am I”, you whimpered, swallowing back your sob. “But you know w-what I heard from my version of a woman I know you appreciate greatly?” Natasha chuckled at your wording, sniffling quietly.

“What?” You both had tears streaming down your faces as you held each other close.

“Life is scary.” Natasha huffed out a laugh. “Love is scary.”

“She’s right about that”, she moaned softly, casting her gaze down, shaking her head in disbelief over the entire situation. You guided her chin up, your eyes moving down to her lips before you leaned back into a kiss. It was wet and messy, but loaded with an unbelievable amount of emotion, your lips pressing together with bruising intensity that you both hoped would convey your affection and admiration toward the other. The kiss grew heated the more desperation started to seep into it, your hands leaving Natasha’s face to tug her even closer to you by her waist and her arms and any part of her you could reach, her hand moving to the back of your head to guide the kiss. You felt dizzy from all the crying you had done, the passionate kiss swiping you off your feet. You felt her tongue caress the seam of your lips, Natasha asking to deepen the kiss, but you pulled away before allowing her access.

“You have to promise me that we’re in this together”, you said in a watery tone. “I need to know that if we get into a fight, or things get hard, you won’t disappear out of my reach.”

“I won’t, malyshka (baby). I promise you.” She sounded solemn, her jade eyes boring into your own with such intensity it almost felt jarring. “I won’t leave until you tell me to.” You searched her eyes for confirmation, looking for reassurance despite taking her words at face value. She had no reason to lie to you. She would not lie to you if it meant losing you. She had told you so herself.

“Good.” Your grin was brighter than the sun, a small chuckle getting muffled against her lips as she pulled you back in, unwilling to stay away from your delicious lips that were begging to be kissed. She brought you into her embrace, nearly pulling you fully onto her lap, her firm thighs against your own bringing a familiar heat to your lower abdomen that only fueled the intense affection and longing you felt in your chest. You pushed your tongue against hers, pleased to feel her respond, your entire body melting into her hold as you sank into the kiss, molding against her in every way possible, a weak, helpless moan slipping from you when she switched angles to kiss you even deeper. Once Natasha’s lungs were on fire, she was

forced to pull away to catch her breath, her glossy eyes finding your own to admire.

“I should go tell Wanda I’m not leaving. She’s a busy woman”, Natasha mused, brushing some of your baby hairs behind your ear, her fingertips lingering close to caress the soft skin of your face. You nodded your head but didn’t dare to pull away to initiate the move. “You sit tight and pretty. I’ll be right back.” She cupped your face firmly, placing a proper kiss on your lips before pulling herself out from under you and heading to the door. You could not take your eyes off her, staring at her back profile longingly. She was wearing the flannel pajamas she had lended you the week before, paired with a warm, dark grey knit sweater. She looked rather adorable, your features softening visibly at the mere sight of her, at the knowledge that she was yours to keep. She let both Wandas back inside, yours coming over to the couch to check in on you and get a situation update from the more familiar side. Natasha couldn’t hold back her smile as she approached Wanda who needed no further elaboration to know that you and Natasha had been able to even things out with each other.

“I’m staying”, Natasha stated, Wanda nodding her head in understanding, immediately welcoming the former into her arms.

“Remember this moment”, Wanda whispered in Natasha’s ear, squeezing her tightly. “Remember that you felt like staying was impossible, but you were able to work it out nonetheless.”

“I will.” Natasha hugged Wanda even tighter.

“This won’t be a forever goodbye, but I hope I don’t see you for a very long time. Build that life you’ve always dreamt of here. You have all the tools. Your battle is over now, and this is your reward”, Wanda hummed, pulling away from Natasha to see her face. Natasha looked emotional but at peace.

“Take care of yourself”, Natasha said a bit more sternly, nodding her head toward Wanda’s appearance, mainly referring to the darkening skin around her eyes. “Don’t play with your powers.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” The smirk on Wanda’s face told Natasha that there was no use in chiding Wanda. She was going to do whatever she wanted to do, and Natasha already had a feeling what Wanda was after. Wanda had never been the same after losing Vision. She had her own pain and baggage to mend which Natasha already knew could easily lead her to the world’s end, or perhaps even the multiverse’s.

“I mean it, Wanda.” Natasha gave her a pointed look.

“I can take care of myself.” Wanda shrugged.

“I have no doubt that you do.” Natasha smiled. She knew that it wasn’t always about one’s ability to care for oneself but rather about one’s will to care for oneself. It was far too easy to get blindsided and forget what was for the best and what was overly ambitious.

“I’ll see you someday.” Wanda said with a fond but tired smile on her face.

“I’ll see you.” Natasha gave Wanda’s hand a squeeze before backing away to give her room to create a portal. You and Wanda watched in awe as the other Wanda’s hands came up in front of her and sparked with light, a large abrasion appearing in the air. You could see with your very own eyes another place beyond that spot in Natasha’s living room. You could see that when Wanda stepped through it, she disappeared out of your sight, the portal closing behind her. You could see with your very own eyes that Wanda was gone and there was no possible way for her to still be in the same room with you. Wanda was gone, the world opening up to you right then and there as the truth of Natasha’s words sank in. The concrete proof of what had been told to you was overwhelming but more than necessary. You felt lighter, more secure. You were alright. You turned to look at Wanda who seemed truly fascinated at her alternate self’s abilities, her green eyes wide and filled with wonder before slowly returning to you.

“Who would’ve thought that I was right?” Wanda said in a flabbergasted sigh that made you laugh.

“I’m glad you were”, you hummed, placing your hand on Wanda’s. “Thank you.” You pulled her into your embrace. “And I’m sorry for ruining the party.”

“Shh, no such thing.” Wanda’s hand rubbed your back before she pulled back. “I’m happy this worked out.” She glanced at Natasha who was slowly making her way into the living room. “Now, I’ve done my part, so you need to behave. No more fighting”, Wanda ordered playfully, hearing Natasha chuckle.

“No more fighting”, you agreed, nodding your head in emphasis as Wanda got up from the couch.

“Come pay me a visit before next year”, she hummed in amusement, a knowing smirk on her face as she placed her hand on Natasha’s shoulder in acknowledgment of her before moving to the entrance of the apartment. She had a feeling that you and Natasha were going to be hard to pull apart from then on. She got her shoes and her coat before she was out the door accompanied by you and Natasha’s respective goodbyes.

Natasha’s hand found your head, gently smoothing over your hair in a very affectionate manner, your head tilting back to see her. Your stomach flipped at the mere sight of her as she rounded the couch to you, taking a seat beside you. Her hand guided you into her embrace on its own as you allowed yourself to find comfort and solace in her sturdy body and sink into her hold. She let out a long sigh to rid herself of the tension that had accumulated inside her from all the stress, the heartbreak, and the pain. You pressed your head against her chest, listening to her even heartbeat, your arm hugging her waist. You had to muffle your yawn into her sweater, Natasha’s chest sparking with thrilling electricity of excitement at the way your face pressed into her body.

“Tired?” Natasha asked, her hand sinking into your hair to comb through it repetitively, soothingly.

“Couldn’t sleep a wink.” You nuzzled closer to her, feeling the weight on your shoulders shake off as an overwhelming sense of safety found your body. Her arms tightened around you, lips pressing into your hair and on your forehead in a few gentle pecks.

“You can rest now”, she mumbled, her hand stroking down your back to your waist as if to attempt to pull you closer but it was no longer possible. You hummed your agreement to her words, squeezing her just a little tighter as you inhaled her familiar scent, unable to get enough of her fragrance.

“How do you feel?” You wanted to comfort her as much as she was comforting you.

“I feel fantastic”, she whispered into your ear, her breath tickling you, making you chuckle.

“Me too.” You lifted your head off her chest despite how much you didn’t want to, but there was something you wanted just that little bit more. Natasha’s chin tilted down to look at your face, her smile widening at the sight of you, your lips pursing slightly to ask for a kiss. She leaned down to bring her warm lips into your reach, her soft mouth connecting with your own. She exaggerated the smack of your lips on purpose, pleased to see your lips curve into a grin, prompting her to lean back in to kiss your smile, your chin, your cheeks. Her hands came up to either side of your face, holding you steady as she peppered you with as many kisses as you could handle before your laughter got to be too much.

“You’re the cutest”, she chuckled when you finally buried your face into her chest to escape the tickle of her lips, her hands rubbing your back in long strokes, her face in your hair to remind herself of how good your shampoo smelled. It was hard to describe the relief you both felt in the presence of the other. The air around you felt lighter, easier to breathe, your bodies ridden of the plaguing anxiety and worry. You could just sit in each other’s embraces and be in the moment.

“So are there two of you as well?” You asked in curiosity after a long moment of silence, your smile against her breast widening. “Do I have to be worried about another version of you lurking about?”

“No. She’s not here anymore.” Natasha didn’t quite want you to know the extent of her cruelty despite not being fully able to hide it away from you. She already knew that you were familiar with her rough past and upbringing, but she would rather not tell you such things right into your face, especially when she was trying to leave all of it in her past. You could sense from her tone that it was wiser to leave the matter be.

“Is there anything else I should know about your past life?” It was important to be up to date about everything that had made it possible for you and Natasha to be together. Knowing and understanding were essential for trust.

“I don’t like to talk about it. I want a clean slate, but if you need to know something for the sake of this relationship or to better understand me, I’m open to it.”

“I appreciate that, and of course, if you ever feel like you need someone to listen to your troubles, I’m right here, love.” Your tone was soft, bringing a smile to her lips. You had always been good at listening.

“Yeah, you are.” It was almost like Natasha couldn’t believe it to be true, the look in her eyes carrying just a hint of disbelief with it. You were right there in her arms, your warm body touching her own, your heart beating loudly in your chest, protected by your ribs that were strong and fully intact. Your soft skin was smooth and unmarked by scars and cuts from battles you should have never had to fight. Your lungs were functioning steadily, making use of all the oxygen you breathed in with every inhale you took. Your face wasn’t dragged down by grief and pain, your hair wasn’t falling out from all the emotional torture the final battle had put you through. You had a spark in your eye, mirth in the sly smile on your lips. You had a chime to your laughter, a heat that coursed through your veins with such intensity that it infected Natasha with it. You were alive and well, happy in the most truest sense, far, far away from a reality that had only ever hurt you time and time again.

“Natasha?” Your tone was thoughtful as you pulled away. “We’re missing something essential.”

“What?” She frowned.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Natasha couldn’t help but to laugh out of joy at your question, amused that she had forgotten about such formalities.

“Yes, I will, detka (baby). I already thought of you as mine.” You felt your cheeks heat at her words, her hand squeezing your waist. “You were mine from the moment we locked eyes.” You allowed your fingertips to caress her left cheek, carefully tracing over the light mole there, a faint smile on your lips as you recalled the first time you had ever seen her with her bloodied, dirty face and tormented eyes. It felt strange to look at the memory from another perspective and in light of everything that had happened between you and everything that had happened before Natasha’s arrival. It all made sense. The yearning in her eyes, in her demeanor, made sense. The look felt no longer haunted to you, but one of love and admiration, of deep sadness and loss. The thought of her grieving you before even meeting you was absurd, but you knew that there had been a reason, a purpose, for it all along. It had never felt coincidental or meaningless. You never could brush it aside because it was simply meant to be. Your eyes met hers, your forefinger trailing down over the corner of her mouth to her jaw. You never wanted to see that look of sorrow on her face ever again. You pressed your lips to hers to seal your promise to one another, the kiss coming off confident and strong, prepared for a new beginning.

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