#vanderwood x kali

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My brain spiraled. I told Skye that I had the sudden urge to listen to sea shanties and he just went "it's your inner pirate coming through again 😌" and my mind immediately went to "OMG PIRATE/MERMAID AU WITH VANDY AND KALI!" for some reason. Now it's stuck there and all I picture is him helping her when she got stuck somewhere and in turn she always brings him little trinkets (especially shiny ones) she found from pearls to stuff that was either thrown off ships or came from sunken ones. And even when it's useless junk he can't bring himself to throw it away because she always looks so excited when she hands him something. Also at first she'd always leave it for him and watch from a distance but he can spot her peeking out from her little hiding spots.

Then, whenever they were in a harbor for a while (she just decided to travel wherever their ship sailed to stay with her human lol) she asks if he brought "land snacks" she could try.

A funny little addition would be for Vandy to later on get jealous when someone else mentions they heard a beautiful singing voice at night, because he was convinced to always be the only one awake whenever she sings and he dislikes that it's apparently not a "them only" thing like he'd initial thought.

So yeah... That and more details are stuck in my brain but idk if I should try and turn it into an actual thing xDD

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Hi, hello... I actually started writing and I think I should be about halfway done. But my brain is giving up on me for the night so uh... I'mma just throw a little sneak peek for the next part of the Rivaling Agencies AU for Vandy and Talia 👀

Fuck, was all she could think of as she finally, hastily left the bar, feet carrying her back home on autopilot as her brain went completely blank. Only when the door of her apartment closed behind her did she let out a shaky breath. Eyes burning from the tears she was trying her hardest to hold back.

"For fucks sake you killed and survived getting killed for years! You're not gonna start crying over some guy you shouldn't have gotten close to in the first place! You're not that weak and pathetic!"

Maybe reverting to anger would help. Getting angry at herself, angry at her stupidity for indulging in something she damn well knew would end up hurting her in the end, one way or another. Yet here she was. On her stupid birthday, sinking to the ground as she cried over some stupid man from another stupid agency. What did she think would happen? There wasn't even any guarantee that their friendship had been real. Maybe it was just all to get information from her. So why did the thought of him being with someone else still hurt so much? Oh, right. Because she was an idiot who let herself catch feelings for someone who was technically an enemy.

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WIP Wednesday (even though it's Thursday lol)

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I started this Vandy/Kali fic ages ago and still didn't get around to finishing it 😅 I will eventually when the goldfish brain finally cooperates again 🙃

Everything was quiet when he woke up in the morning. No constant car sounds, like he was used to. And his sleep fogged mind was a little confused when his eyes darted around a room he didn't recognize at first. Though there was a grounding weight on top of him, slowly helping him recall the previous night. And as soon as he tilted his head, gaze landing on her, Vanderwood's expression softened. So it hadn't been a dream... He was actually with her again after such a long time. In their home. No more agency, no more hiding their relationship. They could finally just live. Together.

His hand snaked under Kali's shirt, fingertips brushing over smooth, warm skin, tracing the scars that littered her body. Two years he'd been waiting for that moment. Trying to find a way to be with her as soon as possible and now that it actually worked out? It still felt somewhat surreal.

Her sleepy noises pulled him out of his thoughts. The way she snuggled up to him, face pressed to his chest making his heart skip. God, he'd really missed that woman...

"Good morning", he murmured, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Mhm... Good morning indeed", she hummed, voice still thick with sleep, eyes barely opening as she pulled back a bit to be able to look up at him. The wide smile she aimed at him making him feel all warm. "How did you sleep in your new home?"

"Best sleep I've had in two years." Twirling a strand of her blonde hair around his finger, he leaned forward until their lips were nearly touching. "Didn't think I'd miss you clinging to me like a koala all night, but here we are", he added with a smirk. Though before she had a chance to answer, he already pressed his lips against hers, eyes slowly closing as they both got lost in the kiss.

"Mean... Attacking your poor fiancé like that first thing in the morning."

He watched how she rolled on her back, arms stretching lazily over her head, accompanied by a small yawn. Then his eyes landed on the ring on her finger, heart fluttering when the realization hit him that he had actually asked her to marry him last night. And she'd said yes. After two years, the ring was finally where it was supposed to be.

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Ayooo I'm back with a little something that was a spontaneous idea I got while listening to a song. It's not much but I missed writing for these two, so it made me pretty happy 😊

At first I was like "this probably happened sometime during their time at the agency". But then my brain went "Wait! What if this is an alternative for what happened in Big Changes? Aka a little au thing? :0 sooo that's what I kinda had in mind while I was writing it xD

Leap of faith

Vanderwood x Cmc Talia

Talia was running. Lungs burning and legs in pain from how long she'd had to do that already. Jumping over rocks, branches leaving small cuts on her face and arms as they grazed harshly along her skin when they whipped past her. Her persuers obviously never letting up as she continued to hear voices getting closer, just like gunshots that were clearly meant for her. If anyone had told her what a suicide mission this would turn into, she would've never taken the job. But there she was. Constantly repeating in her mind that she had to keep going, that she had to make it home. Alive.

As the persuers began to slowly close in on her, their heavy footsteps growing lowder and lowder, she continued to run uphill. Willing her body to keep going, to push forward. No matter how much her body was screaming at her to stop and rest. Just collapse on the ground and sleep for days.

Though soon enough she noticed that she was running towards a dead end. Water rushing loudly at the bottom of the cliff she headed straight towards. Now she had to think quickly. Decide between getting caught and probably killed in a slow and painful way or jumping and maybe, with a little luck, surviving. Not a difficult decision to make, if she was completely honest. A couple broken bones and possibly getting a concussion sounded more bearable than whatever those assholes that were after her would do if they got their hands on her.

As she picked up her pace, all she was able to hear was the rapid beating of her heart, drowning everything else around her out. Focus completely on jumping as far as possible to land in the deeper water of the river below.

Just as she was about to push herself off the ground, someone grabbed her hand and yanked her back until she was colliding with someone's chest, the arms that were wrapped tightly around her trembling. Along with a face burying itself in her messy, dark hair she hadn't even noticed came loose from her ponytail.

Talia's first instinct was to struggle, attempt to break free from whoever had such a firm hold on her and was currently triggering her fight or flight instincts even more. Only when a familiar scent hit her did her body start to relax. The hold the man had on her probably the only thing that kept her upright in that situation.

"I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life before...", the quiet, raspy voice of Vanderwood carried to her ears.

An avalanche of emotions washed over her all at once; confusin, relief, lingering fear... With wobbly legs, she turned around to face the other agent, nothing but a choked sob escaping her, even though there were so many things she wanted to say, wanted to ask. Like how did he find her so quickly? What about the people that were after her? Did he get hurt? But all she was really able to do was cling to the front of the coat that she came to love, just like the man in front of her.

"It's okay, babygirl. I've got you. You're safe now", Vanderwood murmured as he continued to hug her close to his chest. Hands running through her hair in a weak attempt to smooth it down a bit along with, what she assumed, checking her head for any injuries, before he shifted and cupped her cheeks in his gloved hands. Thumbs ever so gently wiping away the few tears that had rolled down her face.

"H-how did you-"

"Seven", he simply interrupted, causing her to let out an amused snort. Because of course it had been Seven who tracked her down so quickly. There was also a high possibilities that he was threatened into letting Vandy borrow one of his babies to get to her as fast as possible. And honestly? There were no words to describe how glad she was about having both those men in her life.

Slowly but surely exhaustion caught up to her. Or rather; it hit her like a brick to the head. Though before there was even the chance for her to say anything about it, her feet already left the ground and she found herself in Vanderwood's arms, who carried her back through the forest like it was nothing.

"I can't believe you nearly jumped off a fucking cliff..."

"Hey, it's gonna be a great story to tell our children and grandkids", she snickered, voice quiet and getting muffled by how she had buried her face on his neck.

"You absolut idiot... You're lucky I love you so much."

"Yeah, I know~"

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Oh my god, I just had a thought that cracked me up xD

So in the original storyline of Vandy and Kali/Talia, they've finally reached the point of being able to settle down together. Now imagine some poor idiots breaking into their house and Vandy and Kali walk downstairs, easily putting the fear of God into the guys with death glares and a simple "are you sure you want to do this? Because it won't end well for you."

Like... Out of all the houses that could've been picked, they managed to decide to go for the home of two former secret agents 😂

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And it's done! Part 2 is here!

But don't think this will be the end for these two. I still have so many ideas that have piled up over the past couple months, that I'll probably turn into little stories at some point 👀 I just love them too much, okay xD

Big changes

Part 1 | Part 2

Vanderwood x Cmc Talia

Her heart skipped a beat when she finally heard the voice she'd so dearly missed, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey... Been a while, huh?", she murmured, internally slapping herself for saying something so stupid. And then, everything was dead silent. Not even breathing was heard from the other side, making her nearly worry that he'd hung up on her. "Vandy? You still with me?"

"You're alive", was the first thing he muttered after another moment of silence. Making her slump a little in relief.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took me so long to contact you. Turns out it was indeed the agency doing some "cleanup" and faking your own death isn't the easiest thing to do. Neither is getting a new identity that will be safe", she began to ramble, followed by a long sigh. She still felt incredibly guilty for not telling him sooner that she was alive and doing okay. If it would've been the other way around, she just knew she would've gone insane.

"Where are you, baby girl?"

His pet name for her made her smile involuntarily as she picked at some of the chipping paint on the patio. Something she still needed to take care of.

"I can't tell you, yet..." Kali kept quiet for a moment, a sudden thought crossing her mind. It's been months... Just because he was apparently relieved to know she was alive didn't necessarily mean that he still felt the same for her as he'd done before she disappeared. "Hey, so... If you're still-"

"There was no day where you weren't on my mind. So what do you think?"

No matter how much she tried to pull herself together, she couldn't stop a few tears from falling, quickly wiping them off her cheeks with the back of her hand. A broken laugh slipping past her lips.

"I really wish I could see you, Vandy... Damn, I should hang up before someone could potentially track this call."

"Wait, I-", Vanderwood cut himself off, followed by a nearly frustrated huff. Even after all that time apart, she knew what he was trying to say. Her heart beating wildly in her chest.

"I know. I love you, too. Now promise me to take care of yourself, okay?"

"Promise."

They both said their goodbyes, trying to drag it on for as long as possible without risking too much, both knowing it was for the best to end the call there and then. Still, as much as she wanted to hear his voice a little more, the fact that his feelings for her had not changed made her indescribably happy.

More calls were sadly not an option. So instead she opted for writing letters, every now and then. Writing about the things she did around the house, things she was still planning to do. Like getting a new and bigger couch. Fixing some of the wiring in the kitchen, plant more flowers and even some veggies in their big garden. But always making sure she didn't talk about anything that could've led to anyone possibly finding out who or where she was.

It was also the reason why she never wrote an address or name on the envelopes. As a way to let him know that the letters came from her, she sprayed them with the perfum she'd been using for years, hoping he'd notice and not throw them away unopened.

Would she have loved to hear from him in return? Of course. Though as long as she didn't suddenly get a text or call from him, she knew that he was okay. And for now, that was enough. Had to be enough.

Like that, the seasons changed fast and yet at the same time torturously slow. Kali kept on sending letters sometimes. She'd even bought a camera and began to document all the changes she did around the house. Just in case Vanderwood was interested in seeing a before and after. Also, she was pretty proud of how much she'd gotten done all by herself. So maybe she wanted to show that off a little bit.

"And here we have the veggie garden! Admittedly, the first things kept on dying on me. But we have a really sweet granny living next door, who gave me some tips on how to grow what", Kali rambled, as she filmed around the garden. Her light summer dress swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze.

Later that same day, she talked to the mother of one of the kid's she gave piano lessons to. Who only lived a couple minutes away. At first it had been kind of strange to actually talk to neighbors instead of pretending not to exist. But over time she'd not only eased into it, but actually made friends as well. Wild concept, but she was thankful for everyone that came into her life since she moved into that house.

"So, are we ever gonna meet that mysterious boyfriend you've told us about? I'm not the only one who's super curious! It's been like what? Two years since you've moved here? And no one ever saw him!"

Kali was just about to answer when her phone suddenly vibrated on the kitchen counter. Checking the message she'd gotten caused her to laugh brightly. What a fucking timing that man had.

I'll be there soon. Wait for me, baby girl.

"Actually, you're all gonna meet him in... I'd say a month, tops", she beamed. 

Two years since she'd last seen him, one and a half since they'd last spoken and now her man would finally join her. She didn't know how she'd react when she was already close to tears only thinking about being in his arms again. Saying she was excited was a big understatement.

She did her best to focus on her usual tasks, go about her days as she normally did, though whenever she heard a car pull up close to the house, it was impossible not to look, hoping it was the brunette. And even though it had never been him the past week, it never dulled her good mood.

Another week passed by, rather uneventful and sometimes it was still surprising her how glad she was about a "boring" life. Really, that was way better than fearing for your life on the daily.

It was already rather late, music playing quietly in the background from the vinyl she'd put on, while she looked through the bookshelf, trying to decide on what to read next. But just as she was about to grab one, she heard the front door opening, her heart leaping and she nearly ran towards the sounds. The blonde didn't even stop to take Vanderwood in, instead jumping at him, arms and legs tightly wrapped around him, not wasting any time to shower his face in kisses.

He gasped in surprise and staggered a little because of the sudden attack, though his hands quickly found her thighs in order to prevent her from potentially slipping. Eventually her lips finally found his, the kiss desperate and needy, both just clinging to each other. Her heart beating so wildly, it felt like it was ready to jump right out of her chest.

They only pulled apart when they needed to breath again, Vanderwood gently setting her back down, before his hand cupped her cheek, wiping away a tear she hadn't even noticed rolling down her cheek. Too overwhemled by all the emotions that rushed through her all at once.

"Looks good...", he murmured as he twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, smiling lovingly down at her.

Kali blinked slowly at him a couple times, then shoved him playfully, drawing a quiet chuckle out of him that way.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"We haven't seen each other in years and the first thing you do is comment on my hair?" She puffed up her cheeks, pretending to be upset about it, when in all honesty she couldn't have cared less about what he said first. Finally hearing his voice, seeing him, being able to touch him... That was more than enough. "Not even telling me you missed me...", she still added to keep up the act.

He pulled her closer, arms wrapped tightly around her small frame. She didn't hesitate to bury her face on his chest, the warmth and his unmistakable scent surrounding her helping her brain catch up with the fact that this was real. He was actually there, in their home. Alive and relatively well, from what she was able to see. Her hands moved to his back, fingers curled into the fabric of his coat, nearly clinging to him. A tiny part of her still afraid that if she let go, he'd be gone and everything only turned out to be a dream.

"I've missed you, baby girl", he whispered into her ear, voice low and nearly a little raspy. Followed by a brief kiss pressed to her neck.

"I've missed you, too. So fucking much."

Neither of them was wiling to let go, not now that they were finally reunited. So Vanderwood simply picked her up, her legs once again wrapping around his waist, as he carried her into the living room where he flopped down on the couch. With how close they still were, Kali seated on his lap, she was able to feel the tension slowly leaving his body, shoulders relaxing as he sank further into the plush pillows.

"So it's all over now? Like, no way they could come for you again?"

"The agency itself is history. Completely taken down. I'll tell you the details some other day. It's... quite the story", he murmured, followed by a content sigh as her hands began to card repeatedly through his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp every now and then.

"Mhm... I can wait. I'm just happy to have you at my side again."

He squeezed her waist lightly, a comfortable silence settling between the former agents. For a while they simply enjoyed each other's presence, basking in the knowledge that they were not only safe, but also free. And as cheesy as it might've sounded, but with him there the house felt like a real home to her now.

"Do you know what all that means?", he spoke up again after another while, one hand rubbing small circles into her back. "We can go on dates now. You know, like normal people."

With her lips pressed to his neck, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble, Vandy, but we're far from normal."

"... Fair enough", he admitted with a snort, only causing her to break out into actual laughter.

Nevertheless did the mere thought of going on real dates get her all excited again. It was something they'd never been able to do before. The closest they'd had to an actual date was back in Italy, when they finished a mission early, went to a restauant and ended up being officially in a relationship that same night.

Out of reflex her hand moved to the daisy necklace he'd gotten her on their first day on said mission. Something that quickly became her most prized possession.

"Are you serious, though?"

His question snapped her out of her thoughts and Kali pulled back a little to give him a quizzical look. The mischievous expression in his eyes not going by unnoticed.

"Out of all the names you could've picked, you settled for Stark?"

"What? When you marry me you can finally have your dream name. Mr Stark", she hummed with an amused lilt in her voice, aiming a big grin at him.

His hand suddenly tangled in her long curls, pulling her in for a breathtaking kiss. One she easily melted into, eyes fluttering shut with her hands resting on his chest, kind of to support herself a little.

"That's blackmail, Kali...", he whispered into the kiss, before he already dove right in for another one. A deeper one. Teeth tugging lightly on her lower lip, before his tongue darted out to soothe the spot.

"Maybe~", she was a a little breathless when they finally managed to part. "You can't tell me you're actually complaining, babe."

She leaned into his touch when he cupped her cheek, unable to get enough. Not when she'd been starved off his affection for so long. At the same time his expression softened, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by pure adoration.

"True. Wanna know why? Because I love you."

Her breath hitched at his words, brain shutting down for a couple seconds. In all the time they'd been together, he'd always shown her how much he loved her in some way. But it was the first time he'd actually said those words to her. When the initial shock subsided, she pretty much threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him once again with her face buried on his shoulder.

"I love you, too."

She rather felt than heard his chuckle with how she was pressed up to him, making her smile. His laughter, in every form, had never failed to make her feel all warm.

Though confusion took over when he gave her a nudge in order to make her sit down next to him. Frowning when she watched him fumble for something in the pocket of his coat which, she only then realized, he hadn't even gotten to take off, because of her attack.

"While we're already talking about it..."

Kali's eyes went big and round as he pulled out a little velvet box. Opening it to reveal a delicate golden ring, adorned with a pastel pink stone in the middle, that got surrounded by smaller, purple ones that formed a small flower on either side of it. It kind of suprised herself that she didn't fall off the couch in sheer shock.

"Hold on for a dang fucking minute there!", she blurted out, eyes darting from the ring to Vanderwood's face and back again. "How- When-...", she had to take a deep breath to try and organize her racing thoughts at least a bit. "How long have you been carrying that around?"

His cheeks turned a faint pink, his eyes darting around the room, settling on nothing in particular.

"Remember the picnic date we had at the cabin? When we had to lay low for a couple dayys? I've had had it about... a month at that point. Had it on me ever since", he admitted, trying to casually shrug it off.

But there was nothing casual about him carrying an engagement ring with him for two years! Six months of which he probably thought she was dead...

"You're crazy...", was the first thing that slipped out. Meanwhile she felt tears gather in the corners of her eyes, making her tilt her head back in hopes of being able to blink them away. To no avail. As soon as he reached out, intertwining his fingers with hers and smiling so lovestruck at her, the tears spilled over, getting accompanied by quiet sniffles.

"Marry me?" His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes hopeful, yet with the slightest hint of insecurities.

Instead of answering him, she was all over him in a matter of seconds, pecking his lips repeatedly, hands buried in the front of his shirt to keep him close. The way he smiled against her lips, chasing after her for a proper kiss enough to turn her legs into jelly and she was more than glad that she was already sitting.

"As if you even have to ask!"

"So, is that a yes?"

Of course he still had to tease her, give her a push to get a proper answer out of her, even though he already pulled the ring out of the box, his now free hand resting on the small of her back.

"Of course it's a yes, silly...", Kali chuckled, followed by another sniffle.

His face lit up at her answer and as soon as he slid the ring onto her finger, somehow he had managed to figure out her exact ring size, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

The rest of the night, they never let go for longer than necessary. And even then one of them brushed an arm or hand against the other one. Hips bumping together when they stood in front of the sink, as they got ready for bed.

Once they were curled up in bed, limbs entagled, needing to be as close as possible, they took their time to simply gaze at each other.

Kali's fingers grazed over his features; his cheekbones, along his jawline, down the bridge of his nose... Her touch feather light and she only stopped when she noticed that his breathing had evened out, a sure indicator that he'd fallen asleep.  She made sure that he was properly covered by the blanket, snickering quietly when his grip around her tightened.

After all those gruesome, traumatising years at the agency, they were finally free. Together. And as the warmth radiating from the man next to her slowly lulled her to sleep as well, she couldn't help but think about how much she was looking forward to what their new life together would have in store for them.

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Oh my god, this was a wild ride... It took me how long? 2 months? First I was busy, then writers block hit big time. BUT WE'RE FINALLY HERE! The big one!

It's pretty long, which is why I decided to split it in two parts. I'm still working on part two rn but I wanted to get this out already :3

TW: mentions of injuries, blood and death

Big changes

Part 1

Vanderwood x Cmc Talia

To say things were bad was an understatement. Everything was fucked up. So much so even that the agency apparently decided to send a "clean up group" to their location. All thanks to the newbie making the worst mistake imaginable.

And when the agency sent people to "clean up" when a mission went wrong that badly? It meant no one was gonna make it out alive to tell the tale.

Up until that moment, she'd only heard vague stories about similar situations. After all, no one who witnessed it got to report on how it went down. In all honesty, it was way scarier than what she'd been told...

It was a massacre, bodies dropping left and right. No matter if those people had been involved or were innocent, simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The agency was ruthless.

Talia pressed her lips together tightly when yet another bullet managed to graze her, trying to get to a somewhat safe spot as quickly as possible. Pushing through the pain as she limped around a corner.

She knew there was no telling if she'd somehow manage to make it out, but chances were slim. And in case of her not making it home, there was one thing she had to do.

Which was why she fumbled for her phone as she pushed on, then held it to her ear, rounding another corner just in time before someone managed to get a hit on her. It felt like an eternity passed until her call finally got picked up.

"Hey, is everything-", Vanderwood cut himself off when more shots got fired. "What's going on? Are you alright?"

Oh, how she would've loved to reassure him, tell him that everything would be okay, but she couldn't lie to him...

"The- fuck! Whole operation is going to shit. And right now there's no telling who's the bad guy and who's here from our agency to make sure no one makes it out alive to be able to tell the tale", she explained with a weak laugh, followed by a pained groan, when she stumbled. The movement causing the pain in her body to flare up again.

"Listen, you're gonna make it out of there. Hide for as long as you have to, just-" 

"Vandy...", she interrupted him gently, his concern for her making her smile and her heart skipped a beat. "I love you. Never forget that, okay? I love you with all my heart."

She just had to get that out, tell him once again in case she'd never see him again. Remind him, and also herself, that there was at least one amazing thing that happened due to them working for the agency. In fact, he'd been the best damn thing that ever happened to her.

"No, no, no! we agreed not to say it in situations like that! You won't d-"

Before she was able to listen to the rest of the sentence, she noticed someone closing in on her. Making her drop her phone and stomping on it with full force to smash it in order to ensure that no one was able to see who she called last. Vanderwood had to be kept out of the mess at all costs.

Afterwards she forced herself to get going. The adrenalin coursing through her veins numbing the pain at least somewhat. Enough for her to keep running and running. Not looking back until she was forced to stop abruptly at a small cliff, a river running below. It wasn't up too high and the water didn't appear to be too shallow either.

"There's no way out for you, agent!", a voice carried over to her, sounding rather far away, but finally making her turn around. Just in time to see them lift their gun and shoot.

The bullet grazed her shoulder, causing her to lose balance and when she took a step back to try and catch herself, she slipped, loosing her footing and falling into the river.

The water around her turned red from the blood that still seeped out of her open wounds. Though what at first felt like her definite death sentence began to look like the only chance she had to make things work.

If you ever have the opportunity to fake your death, use it. Don't hesitate, just do whatever you have to do to get out, the words of her boyfriend rang in her ears, only solidifying her decision; Talia wouldn't give up without a fight.

When she resurfaced after her fall, she spluttered a bit, quickly looking up to check if they'd already spotted her.

"She fell in! Go see if you can find her!", someone yelled.

Now she had to act fast. After taking a deep breath, she went limp, just floating face down and letting the stream carry her along the river. Forcing herself to stay like that for as long as possible, up to the point where she began to feel a little dizzy.

Passing out wasn't at all good in that situation and even though she didn't know if the agency people still had their eyes on her, she tilted her body, gasping for air and pushing wet strands out of her face to be able to see.

There were no sounds other than the water, wind rustling through trees and birds chirping. A wave of relief washing over her when there was no further attack aimed at her.

And once she managed to make it to the shore, dragging her body onto the solid ground, she collapsed. Eyes stinging from the tears running down her face.

Though now that the adrenaline started to wear off, the pain became more apparent, leaving her to whimper and hiss quietly, when she forced herself back up on her feet.

After all she had to get somewhere safe, to take care of her injuries and get as far away from that place as possible. There could still be agents everywhere...

It wasn't exactly the ideal thing to steal a car, but in that moment it was her only way of getting from one place to another. Switching vehicles every once in a while so cops couldn't track her down.

That wasn't the most difficult thing. Going to any of the safe houses from the agency that were scattered around was. Because it was not an option at all. There was a chance for people showing up there in search of her. Going to a motel in her current state? Also not the best pick. Someone could call the police there as well. And finding a logical excuse for all her injuries? Nope.

Thankfully she'd piled up some favors over the years that finally came in quite handy.

After ditching the car, getting a new phone and some random prepaid card, she made her first call.

"Hello?"

"It's Talia. Remember how you owe me a favor?"

Her eyes constantly darted around, still on high alert even though she wanted to do nothing more than collapse and sleep. When she walked past a restaurant, a coat hanging over a chair at an empty table caught her attention, which she was quick to grab and put on. At least looking a bit more normal that way.

"What do you need?"

"I just need to stay at your safe house until they stop looking for me."

"I'll send you the coordinates. First aid kit is fully stocked as well."

"Thanks. I knew I could count on you."

One thing less to worry about. Still she went into the next pharmacy to get a few things to patch herself up as good as possible. Afterwards going into another store to grab some food and water. She stopped when she passed the isle with hair dye, shortly considering her options.

It would've probably been a smart decision to not stick with the brown color. It was what the agency knew her with, what they were probably looking for.

"Ah, fuck it...", she muttered, grabbing a couple boxes of bleach, before she went to pay for everything.

Stealing another car, she headed towards the location she'd been sent. Though after about half an hour she parked the car on the side of an empty street to take care of the worst wounds already. Things weren't looking great, but they could've also been way worse. Which was somewhat of a relief.

It had already gotten dark when she reached the safe house. Car abandoned far enough away to not risk anyone finding the place. Going the rest of the way by foot.

And it was tempting to go to sleep immediately. Just pass out on the couch. But she knew better. Which was why she forced herself into the bathroom to fix herself up properly. Exhaustion distracting from the pain it all inflicted again, especially when she had to sew some wounds shut.

The first night she slept like a rock, sadly still feeling like shit. Her entire body sore and aching. A quick check up telling her that at least nothing seemed to have gotten infected. It were the small victories in that situation...

The other days? Paranoia kicked in. Making her stop dead in her tracks or wake up as soon as she heard the slightest sound that could've been out of the ordinary. Proper rest? Not happening.

However, she made use of being awake so much by taking care of some things that needed to get organized, also bleaching the brown hair dye out. Was it perfect? No. Was it a total disaster? Also no. It was good enough and the change rather big, helping in making her look nearly like a different person.

Another thing she did was make use of more favors. Especially to get a new ID. A new identity.

"Did you get the picture I sent you?", she asked, phone wedged between her ear and shoulder, trying to whip up a somewhat proper meal with the things she'd had left.

"Sure did. Now the only thing missing is your new name. Go wild with that."

She knew she'd forgotten something... Well, she could go with her real first name now. But what about the last name? That's when she remembered a conversation she once had with Vanderwood, where he told her about the name he'd pick for himself. The memory making her smile.

"I'll go with Kali Stark."

"Stark? Why Stark?"

"I have my reasons."

"Alright, keep your secrets... I'll send you the address of a café where you can come pick it up in two days."

"Thanks, you're the best!"

Another thing checked off her list. Money wasn't really a big issue either, since she'd only kept as much as necessary on her to pay rent and buy necessities whenever they got paid for a job. The rest always went on a secret bank account. She couldn't thank her past self enough for her wishful thinking and planing ahead.

Though a big one was still out in the open; finding a new place to live. Staying in the same city as before would've been more than stupid. It would've been to easy to find her there. No. She had to go somewhere else... But where?

Bowl with soup in her hands, she sat down on the worn out couch, a sudden thought crossing her mind.

"Let's say you could make it out of the agency somehow... Where would you go to start your new life as a free man?", Kali had asked him one night while they were sprawled out on the bed.

"Mhm... I think I'd go back to my hometown."

"Do you still have family there?"

"No. But it's quiet. And familiar."

"Sounds nice..."

His only reply was a hum, the arms that were wrapped around her tightening to pull her in for a kiss.

"Guess I know where to go after all", she muttered to herself.

It was kind of funny how a lot of her decisions were all based on Vanderwood. The name, the place she'd look for a home... All influenced by things he'd told her. But she didn't complain. On the one hand it made her feel closer to him, even when they were separated for the time being. And on the other hand, she wanted him to like those things when he eventually, hopefully, joined her someday.

Two days went by fairly quickly in between looking for a house and cleaning up the safe house she stayed in to the point where there was no trace left of her whatsoever.

And once she picked up her new ID, things surprisingly enough were going pretty smoothly. She opened another bank account with her new name, rented a van and the first stop on the way to her new life was at the cabin that once belonged to her grandparents.

The very cabin that held at least a few things that were linked to her childhood. Along with clothes she and Vanderwood had left there in case they needed to stay at a safe place after a mission.

Kali packed everything that was important to her; a couple photo albums, the drawing she'd done of her boyfriend and then hidden it between her old paintings from when she was younger. A couple clothes so she had something to wear. The teddy bear her grandpa had once won her at a claw machine. Plus one of Vanderwood's shirts. It was impossible to leave without one, with at least one physical thing that belonged to him.

As much as she would've loved to stay, it was risky, meaning she could only stay for as long as necessary to pack those things into the car. Afterwards she was on the road again, making calls to arrange appointments for house viewings.

She was extremely excited about one in particular. Lucky for her it was also the first she was able to visit, eyes gleaming the moment she stood in front of it.

It was honestly her dream. Farmhouse style. With big windows to let the sun in, making the rooms warm and bright. It came partially furnitured, including the kitchen, which made everything a lot easier for her.

But the biggest highlight was the piano in the living room. The current owner said she could keep it or sell it, if she wasn't interested in playing. As if she'd throw her favorite music instrument out when it came with her dream house.

Everything seemed surreal. The luck she had on not only finding, but also getting a home she'd never even dared to hope for. Not even when she was sprawled out on the couch, her few belongings stacked up in a corner of the bedroom, did it feel real. Although it was...

The only thing that would've made it completely and utterly perfect was if a certain not so grumpy man could be at her side. Sadly that still had to wait.

"I'll make sure to turn this into the most cozy place in town for him!"

With that she eventually drifted off. The exhaustion and lack of sleep from the past days finally catching up to her. And in the comfort of the house, her house, she was finally able to get some much needed proper rest.

Days turned into weeks until eventually six months had passed. Six months in which so much had happened. The blonde had started to give kids in the neighborhood piano lessons to earn some money.

Realizing that the furniture she'd love to get was way too fucking expensive made her begin to build things herself. Of course the first attempts weren't perfect, but she'd always done a lot things herself in the past and if she was being honest, she enjoyed building all those pieces. It made them all the more special and personal.

Though even when she was extremely busy, nothing was enough to distract her from just how much she missed Vanderwood. How she wished he could've already been at her side... But at that point he probably even still thought she was dead. The thought sending a wave of guilt crashing over her once again.

Sitting on the porch, wearing his shirt that was nearly a short dress on her, she finally caved in. Grabbing her phone and dialing the number she still knew by heart. It felt like forever and she half expected for her call not to go through. After all it was an unknown number for him.

"Hello?"

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Vanderwood x Cmc Talia

Masterlist

Cmc introduction

First meeting with complications

Silly games

"It was just a dream..."

Two beds?

Different partner

Something new

"You're safe here."

Bunker shenanigans

Lonely Star - Oh Wonder (song fic)

Cakes and birthdays

Picnic date

Rescue mission

Big changes Part 1 | Part 2

Leap of faith

Rivaling agencies au

Unexpected encounters

Feelings shining through

Blind trust

Misunderstandings

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Just a small heads up that I probably won't get around to start working on the hug prompts until Thursday, since a friend will be staying over on Wednesday and I still need to take care of a couple things until then.

But uh... Also, here's a part of the current Vandy/Kali wip I've started working on xD

Everything was quiet when he woke up in the morning. No constant car sounds, like he was used to. And his sleep fogged mind was a little confused when his eyes darted around a room he didn't recognize at first. Though there was a grounding weight on top of him, slowly helping him recall the previous night. And as soon as he tilted his head, gaze landing on her, Vanderwood's expression softened. So it hadn't been a dream... He was actually with her again after such a long time. In their home. No more agency, no more hiding their relationship. They could finally just live. Together.

His hand snaked under Kali's shirt, fingertips brushing over smooth, warm skin, tracing the scars that littered her body. Two years he'd been waiting for that moment. Trying to find a way to be with her as soon as possible and now that it actually worked out? It still felt somewhat surreal.

Her sleepy noises pulled him out of his thoughts. The way she snuggled up to him, face pressed to his chest making his heart skip. God, he'd really missed that woman...

"Good morning", he murmured, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Mhm... Good morning indeed", she hummed, voice still thick with sleep, eyes barely opening as she pulled back a bit to be able to look up at him. The wide smile she aimed at him making him feel all warm. "How did you sleep in your new home?"

"Best sleep I've had in two years." Twirling a strand of her blonde hair around his finger, he leaned forward until their lips were nearly touching. "Didn't think I'd miss you clinging to me like a koala all night, but here we are", he added with a smirk. Though before she had a chance to answer, he already pressed his lips against hers, eyes slowly closing as they both got lost in the kiss.

"Mean... Attacking your poor fiancé like that first thing in the morning."

He watched how she rolled on her back, arms stretching lazily over her head, accompanied by a small yawn. Then his eyes landed on the ring on her finger, heart fluttering when the realization hit him that he had actually asked her to marry him last night. And she'd said yes. After two years, the ring was finally where it was supposed to be.

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Sfzcj while I adore everything I write for Vandy and his agency gf Talia, I don't know how to feel about this, tbh... We'll see. It's finished, so maybe I'll post it, maybe not. I'm really not good at writing action stuff...

Here's still one of my favorite parts from it today's brainrot xD

"What the hell was the plan here?", she nearly growled, feeling the guy swallow thickly with how the knife moved, still pressed to his throat.

"B-boss said to kill one, let the other one go after messing him up. T-to send a-a message to the agency."

After just glowering at him for another moment, she got back on her feet, knife stashed into the holster on her thigh.

"Today's your lucky day. I'll let you go to tell your boss not to fuck with us again, if he wants to keep on breathing."

In the back, Vanderwood made a confused sound, clearly about to say something as they all watched the man get up and hurry down the hallway. Though before he had a chance to get too far away, she reloaded her gun.

"You know what? I've changed my mind." As soon as those words were out, she pulled the trigger, body falling to the ground with a dull thump. "No one lays their hands on my boys and gets away with it."

In fact, she'd already started to plan on how to get to the asshole that ordered the entire shitshow to happen. Eliminate everyone that was involved, make sure no one would come after them again.

"That was scary... But also kinda hot", the weak voice of the hacker carried over to her, making her focus her attention on him and with a couple long strides she was next to him, wrapping his free arm around her neck to help Vanderwood carry him to the car. "Mark me down as scared and horny", he then added with as much of a grin as he was capable to form.

"She's still my girlfriend, you little shit", Vanderwood huffed, obviously not pleased about the comment.

And despite everything, how worried she still was, it was impossible not to chuckle. They've just made it out of a situation where they could've died, yet here they still were. Arguing as if nothing had happened.

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hjasjhasj I can't believe I actually finished a fic again xD I'll just see this as an early birthday present to myself, even if it's by a week lmao But yeah, here's the next part for the rivaling agencies AU :D Still not quite sure how to feel about it but at this point it just is what it is. So imma just yeet it onto the dashboard and disappear for a while again probably xD

Misunderstandings

Vanderwood x OC Talia

Another year, another birthday spent all alone. Usually Talia tried to snatch whatever mision she could get her hands on to keep her mind occupied, distracted from that day. But for whatever reason life really had it out for her and somehow there was nothing to do. So she found herself in a corner of a bar. Back to a wall where she was able to keep an eye on everything. Just because she had a day off it didn't mean she'd let her guard down. At least not completely. Besides, old habits died hard. "Can't believe I'm still alive with all my limbs attached", she muttered into her glass before taking a sip of the cocktail in it. Usually she went for straight stuff but that night she felt like trying something different. And the mixture of fruity and sweet was not all too bad. For a while she was able to just sit back, people watch a little and occasionally be torn between being happy for the people around her having fun with their friends and/or partners and a stinging feeling of jealousy. Which was about to get so much worse...

As the agent let her gaze wander, she spotted an all too familiar brunette over at the counter. The fact that he was wearing a leaopard print button up making her smile involuntarily. Typical... Though her expression fell as soon as a woman with long, red hair approached him. Getting all up in his personal space but even though she couldn't see Vanderwood's expression, it had to mean a lot when he let it happen. Meaning they were probably very close. Talia could feel her heart squeeze painfully, a sensation she hadn't had to deal with in so long that it was nearly overwhelming in that moment. Not to mention that the woman was gorgeous. Bright golden eyes that seemed to gleam in the dim light, shiny hair cascading down her back...

After quickly downing the rest of her drink, she slammed probably way more money than her drinks had cost on the table. She needed to get out, get away before he could spot her and how miserable she probably looked. Just disappear into the shadows. She'd done it a million times before, she was good at disappearing. Only that karma, or whoever else apparently wanted to play a sick joke on her, had a different plan. Because as she glanced back despite her better judgment, Vanderwood met her gaze, expression going from surprised to confused. The woman next to him seemed to notice that he was momentarily distracted and followed his line of sight, her head tilted to the side as she spotted Talia.

Fuck, was all she could think of as she finally, hastily left the bar, feet carrying her back home on autopilot as her brain went completely blank. Only when the door of her apartment closed behind her did she let out a shaky breath. Eyes burning from the tears she was trying her hardest to hold back. "For fucks sake you killed and survived getting killed for years! You're not gonna start crying over some guy you shouldn't have gotten close to in the first place! You're not that weak and pathetic!" Maybe reverting to anger would help. Getting angry at herself, angry at her stupidity for indulging in something she damn well knew would end up hurting her in the end, one way or another. Yet here she was. On her stupid birthday, sinking to the ground as she cried over some stupid man from another stupid agency. What did she think would happen? There wasn't even any guarantee that their friendship had been real. Maybe it was just all to get information from her. So why did the thought of him being with someone else still hurt so much? Oh, right. Because she was an idiot who let herself catch feelings for someone who was technically an enemy.

She was so lost in her thoughts that the ringing of her phone actually startled her and when she saw the name on the screen another wave of tears rolled down her cheeks. One missed called followed another. Only for Vanderwood to then send her a couple messages. Asking why she didn't pick up, if something happened to her, if she got injured... It was tempting to throw her phone full force against the next wall in hopes of smashing it into little pieces. Thankfully there was still a tiny part in her left that was able to think somewhat rationally, so instead she turned it off. At the same time shuffling over to her bedroom, falling face first on the mattress. She didn't even bother to get changed, only kicking her shoes off. It was like all the energy in her body had suddenly been drained and all she could do was bury her face in the pillow, crying herself to sleep as her heart continued to break further and futher until she eventually passed out from exhaustion.

A couple days had went by ever since that night. And all those days Talia was basically drowning herself in work. Taking on everything she could, no matter what kind of mission it was. Anything was better than being left alone and the heartbreak she still tried her hardest to forget about. Why did he still had to act like he cared? Why make it even harder on her by pretending to be worried about her and her well-being? Why couldn't he just act like the enemy he actually was "Maybe I should've listened to grandma. Men are nothing but trouble", the brunette huffed under her breath, all while tightening the grip of her thighs around a guy's throat until he passed out and went limp.

"There are certainly worse ways to go." Why? Why and how was it possible that she always bumped into Vanderwood on missions? It couldn't have been a coincidence anymore at that rate. At least the past days gave her some time to work on her pokerface, which she immediately put on as she got up, barely looking at him before she already turned her back on him. If she didn't look at him, she couldn't falter... right? "Can we talk? Please?" "I'm kind of busy right now, if you couldn't tell", she huffed.

Just as she was about to leave, because getting away as quickly as possible was much preferred, a hand wrapped around her wrist. Not tightly but it was enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. She hated how familiar the leather of his glove felt on her skin. How her heart involuntarily skipped a beat from the close proximity. "Talia-" "Don't. I have a job to do and I assume so do you. Besides, we shouldn't be like this anyway. Not only because we are working for different agencies but... God, I can't believe I let you play me for so long. A humorless laugh escaped her as she pulled her hand away, at the same time taking a couple steps back. Maybe she could trick her mind into distancing itself when she did so physically as well. And Vanderwood? He looked even more confused than he had that night at the bar. It nearly made her feel bad. Only nearly though.

"Playing you? What are you talking about?" "Don't pretend like I'm fucking stupid, Vanderwood. I saw how close you were with that woman. So why spend so much time with me when you obviously have someone in your life already, hm? Was it just to get information out of me? To make me feel safe enough to spill some secrets? Like the other night when I told you that-" "Kali." Even if he only said her name, her real name, it was enough to shut her up and all she could do was look at him with glassy, blue eyes. Though the last thing she expected was for him to pull her into a hug. Arms wrapped around her so tightly, it nearly felt like he was afraid of her falling apart if he let go. And maybe that would've actually been the case. Sadly it also made her walls crumble down way to easily, a quiet sob escaping her throat when she buried her face on his chest. Fingers digging into the back of his coat.

"Shh, shh. It's okay... Is that why you kept ignoring me?" The only thing she could do was nod. And Talia half expected him to make fun of her. Hell, she couldn't even have blamed him. Instead one of his hands moved up to cup the nape of her neck, pulling her even closer to himself. "Do you remember the hacker brat I told you about?", she nodded again, which was enough to make him continue, "The woman you saw was him. That idiot always takes it too far when he gets sent on undercover missions with me." She could pretty much hear in his voice that he rolled his eyes, although once her brain caught up to what she had just been told, she pulled back in order to look up at him. Face in a frown. "Wait... So that means-" "It means you worried about nothing and things could've been resolved much sooner if you'd have just picked up one of my calls."

Even now he didn't sound upset or condescending in any way. If anything, he looked so understanding which only confused her more. "I'd rather chew off my own arm than ever let you think I'm dating another woman. Especially when that woman in question is actually the hacker brat", he muttered, even shuddering. It was enough to draw a quiet chuckle out of her and she got on tiptoes, arms now snaking around his neck. "Soooo does it mean that if I was thinking about-" "Less talking..."

With that Vanderwood already crossed the small distance between them, lips pressed to hers in a nearly desperate kiss. All those emotions both had been trying to supress for way too long spilling into the open. Making it near impossible for her not to smile into the kiss. Her heart feeling much lighter than it had since her birthday. "You okay now?", Vanderwood's voice was barely above a whisper, the loving glint in his eyes robbing her of all coherent thoughts. Thumbs tenderly brushing some remaining tears from her cheeks. "Mhm~" "Want me to help with your mission?" "Nah, I'm good. But! You can meet me here again in... let's say 10 minutes. Then take me to your place and we could cook together", Talia suggested in-between little pecks. It was just too tempting to do now that she was officially allowed to kiss him. "Why my place?" "Because I know for a fact that your kitchen is way better stocked than mine is." "... Fair enough."

It was obvious that neither of them wanted to part, especially not now. But work still had to get done. No matter how badly she wanted to just stay in his arms. Though the sooner she'd get the mission done, the sooner they could leave. Vanderwood was the one who pulled her in for another proper kiss. And oh was it tempting to prolong it... If she was completely honest, Talia had absolutely no idea how she did it, but she managed to eventually take a step back, cheeks ever so slightly flushed. "See you in a bit, handsome", she hummed, fingertips touching her lips as soon as she had her back turned on him and a big smile refused to leave her face. There were no words to describe how glad she was about everything getting resolved and that things were nothing but a stupid misunderstanding. Sure, there were many more challenges for them still, but for now she'd allow herself to enjoy her night with the man who was supposed to be an enemy but turned out to become her lover in the end. Funny how life can go, sometimes...

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Ayooo another Vandy/Talia wip for the bigger thing I'm working on... I really hope I'll find time to finish it soon-ish.

The first night she slept like a rock, sadly still feeling like shit. Her entire body sore and aching. A quick check up telling her that at least nothing seemed to have gotten infected. It were the small victories in that situation...

The other days? Paranoia kicked in. Making her stop dead in her tracks or wake up as soon as she heard the slightest sound that could've been out of the ordinary. Proper rest? Not happening.

However, she made use of being awake so much by taking care of some things that needed to get organized, also bleaching the brown hair dye out. Was it perfect? No. Was it a total disaster? Also no. It was good enough and the change rather big, helping in making her look nearly like a different person.

Another thing she did was make use of more favors. Especially to get a new ID. A new identity.

"Did you get the picture I sent you?", she asked, phone wedged between her ear and shoulder, trying to whip up a somewhat proper meal with the things she'd had left.

"Sure did. Now the only thing missing is your new name. Go wild with that."

She knew she'd forgotten something... Well, she could go with her real first name now. But what about the last name? That's when she remembered a conversation she once had with Vanderwood, where he told her about the name he'd pick for himself. The memory making her smile.

"I'll go with Kali Stark."

"Stark? Why Stark?"

"I have my reasons."

"Alright... I'll send you the address of a café where you can come pick it up in two days."

"Thanks, you're the best!"

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Spontaneously writing a song fic for Vandy and Talia that of course escalated a bit? Check! xD

Things from Talia's perspective are in pink and the ones from Vandy's are in purple 😊

Lonely Star - Oh Wonder

Vanderwood x Talia (agency oc)

Backseat, sat at the local bar

Dressed to the nines to impress the dark

Damn, they sure look good together

I'm just hoping for good weather

Being in a filthy job like hers for a couple years would let you to believe that you got used to being alone. Though even now Talia wasn't really able to cope well with it. Especially that day. As a kid and even as a teenager she had always been social. She hadn't had the biggest friend group, but even when she spontaneously got asked by school mates to join them for something, she always loved it. Loved being surrounded by like-minded people, just talking and making the most of everyday. 

Whereas now she had to make sure not to leave lasting impressions anywhere. Stay hidden, be a shadow. A face no one would ever remember. Otherwise it could easily lead to her death. Something that, as unhappy as she was most of the time, still had to be avoided at all costs. 

Slipping into a dark corner of a bar she occasionally went to, her eyes darted around the room. A force of habit mainly, to make sure there was no possibility for anyone to attack her out of nowhere. Thankfully, everything seemed to be alright. All she was able to see were people enjoying themselves. Groups of friends laughing. Couples sitting closely, holding hands, exchanging loving glances... Things that easily made her feel envious of those that were able to lead a normal life. 

She got pulled out of her thoughts when her drink got placed down in front of her. Perfectly faking a smile, she thanked the waiter, though as soon as he was gone, that smile immediately disappeared again. Instead she stared down into the glass, letting out a long sigh. 

"Happy birthday, Kali. Here's to another fucked up year", she muttered under her breath, before raising the glass to her lips to take a sip. Her real name easily rolling off her tongue when she felt so utterly lonely and like no one noticed her anyway.

It was kind of silly, really. She was all dressed up for what? A birthday no one knew about. And even if they did, she doubted anyone cared. After all, she wasn't close to anyone, for multiple reasons.

Talia had told herself that making herself look pretty could maybe make her feel better. At least it's what people always said. Look pretty for yourself. Wear something you feel good in and your mood will improve. What a bunch of bullshit. 

Though looking around once more brought the tiny, quiet and hopeful voice inside her back. Maybe, when she managed to push through everything that got thrown at her, she'd be able to finally be happy again as well. Like those people currently surrounding her. 

Lost it all when I heard the sound

Windows down and the power's out

Damn, they sure look good together

I'm just struck down in bad weather

I'm a lonely star

Is there anybody out there?

I'm a lonely star

Is there anybody out there?

A loud banging sound coming out of nowhere startled her on her way back home. Making her stop dead in her tracks, pulse racing as her breath came out in short puffs. The brunette had to force herself to take deep breaths, ground herself as to not spiral into a panic attack, caused by having flashbacks to the night where she lost her remaining family in such a gruesome way. Making it the reason why she didn't like handling guns and only used them when it was absolutely inevitable.

It wasn't your fault... There was nothing you could've done. If you would've stayed, you would've been dead as well. Now keep on moving. You're nearly home, she told herself, while closing her eyes for a moment. Afterwards she picked up her previous pace in order to make it home as fast as possible. If she actually broke down, she'd prefer for it not to happen on the streets. 

Although coming home didn't really lift her mood in the slightest. Partially because once she stepped inside, she quickly had to notice that there seemed to be a power outage in the building. Again.

"Fucking shithole", she huffed, carelessly kicking her heels off, her bag getting dropped to the ground on the way over to the living room. Her phone had to suffice as light source until she lit a couple candles. 

Once that was done and she changed into something more comfortable, she decided to sit down at the open window. At least it was a warm night, so that was one good thing that day. Even when everything else sucked big time. 

A sad smile spread her lips when she saw another couple, about her own age, walk along the streets. Laughing so brightly and looking like they didn't have a single care in the world. With him spinning her around to music that apparently only they were able to hear, before he pulled her in for a kiss. 

It was a sweet scene, really. But at the same time it made her heart ache. Everything just felt like it all happened in two different worlds. Where the couple was dancing under a bright sky, littered with thousand and thousand glittering stars. The moon shining down on them. Lost in their own, little universe. While Talia was stuck in darkness, with rain clouds and storms constantly surrounding her. It didn't seem like they would disappear anytime soon. 

Neither did it seem like she would ever find anyone who'd look at her like the couple looked at each other. 

"Who knows, maybe I'm simply not supposed to be with anyone... Maybe it's better for me to stay alone forever." 

Words are there but they don't come out

Not my best at singin' loud

Damn, I sure can't make it better

I'm just hoping for bad weather

Thinking back, Vanderwood couldn't remember ever having been much of a talker. Probably because of the situation at home, when he was a kid. Sure, it came in handy a lot for the job. People had tried to get him to talk before, but no one ever succeeded. Part of the reason being that he had nothing to lose to begin with. It was surviving from day to day, nothing more. Nothing really giving him a reason to fight, in case things should turn out real bad during a mission, someday. 

Maybe that was one of the reasons the agency drilled them to not get close to anyone. Under no circumstances. An agent with nothing to lose was less likely to spill secrets to make it out alive. 

But in his current situation, where he was forced to basically take care of a teenager, he realized that not being good with words was a little tricky, at times. Kid probably needed reassurance when he was feeling down, but would that really make anything better in their job? He doubted it. 

Was he aware of being harsh? Absolutely. But he needed the newbie to realize how serious of a situation it all was. One wrong move; dead. Every second of their lives was like that, come to think of it. So he figured that sugarcoated words wouldn't get his point across. He had to remember Seven that they couldn't let people get close to them. Or else not only them, but also those dear to them could easily be wiped from the face of the earth. They weren't supposed to have friends or family. They were only supposed to function and do as they were told. No questions asked. As much as it sucked. 

"Listen, kid. Remember Agent 94? They found out he had a wife. Pregnant. Wanna know what they did? It was a fucking massacre." 

Yes, it was anything but pleasant to think about. At the same time it worked as a good reminder that even when you thought you knew how to protect someone, the agency always proved those people wrong. 

Sometimes he felt guilty for being so "heartless" towards the hacker. Especially whenever he saw that cheerful expression drop. Getting replaced by glassy eyes, maybe even some fear, instead. Though it was the only way he knew how to get things across; being blunt and straight forward. At least it was what helped keep the kid out of bigger trouble and alive.

Sadly it didn't help when Vanderwood had to wake him up in the middle of the night, pull him out of nightmares. The terror of what he'd seen, or relived, visible on his face. As much as he would've wanted to comfort Seven, he didn't know how. All he knew was how to remind people of the harsh reality and what not to do in order to make it to another day. Not how to be gentle and thoughtful with his words. He couldn't do much besides giving his shoulder a squeeze as a silent way of telling him that he wasn't alone. 

I guess I'll be a somebody that nobody knows

Guess I'll never find the one that I can call home

Home, home

There were times, especially when there wasn't really anything to do, where he actually caught himself thinking about what it would be like to have someone to come home to. Someone who'd wait for him. How it would be to have a job where he didn't have to worry about potentially dropping dead any second, if he only made one single mistake. 

In all honesty, he didn't know much about relationships other than what he'd seen on TV. What would it feel like to actually fall in love? Would he even be able to recognize that feeling? After all, he'd never been in love before. And while the concept seemed nice, it was also incredibly scary. Not only because it was something unknown, but also because from what he'd seen so far, it never ended well. Especially as an agent.

Besides, he didn't have much hope of ever getting out of that shithole anyway. Apparently the only way out was when you died. One way or another. He'd never heard of anyone actually making it out alive and living a more normal life. So the chances were really slim that he, out of all people, would ever be the one to achieve it. 

Not to mention that he was convinced, even if he should make it out eventually, no one would want to be with someone like him. He was fucked up. Broody. Had more issues than he cared to count. To top it all off, he wasn't able to voice his feelings at all. No doubt because he was drilled to push all "useless" emotions aside in order to work like they wanted and expected him to. It sucked. 

And while it wasn't a motivating thought, he was convinced that there were many reasons why he'd always be alone. Maybe that was for the better, though. 

I'm a lonely star

Is there anybody out there?

I'm a lonely star

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

"It's kind of funny, don't you think?"

"What is?", Vanderwood asked, opening one eye to glance up at her. His head resting comfortably in her lap, as her hands ran repeatedly through his hair. 

"This. Us", Talia shrugged, followed by a chuckle when he only raised a brow questioningly at her. "It's just... If anyone would've told me, let's say a year ago, that I'd not only fall in love, but also be blessed enough to date that person... I would have declared them insane. Buuut, here we are! And damn am I one lucky woman to call you mine~" 

"Tsk, maybe you should raise your standards", he muttered. Though at the same time there was no denying that her words made him feel all warm and there was even a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Something only she was really able to get out of him. 

"Nah, you already put the bar real high and there won't ever be anyone better than you. To me, you're perfect." 

She sounded so genuine and the look of pure adoration and love she aimed at him nearly robbed his lungs of all oxygen. As strange as it sounded to him when she said those things, it was more than obvious that she actually meant them. Sometimes he was still wondering how he got so lucky. Lucky enough to have met her, spend as much time together as possible, fall in love and be loved just as much in return.Although he had done terrible things over the past couple years.

Once again he realized that there was little to nothing he wouldn't do, if it meant that he could stay with her. 

He reached out to take her free hand, giving it a light squeeze, before he pressed a kiss to the back of it. 

"You know, ever since I joined the agency, I really thought I'd end up dying alone. That I'd have to be lonely forever. But I guess that's default for agents, right?", she added chuckling, to which he only hummed in agreement. 

It probably was normal to have those thoughts. After all, it's what they were told; don't ever let anyone close... Then Talia came along and turned his entire life upside down. In a good way, though. Everything she did brightened his days. And little by little the darkness surrounding him got replaced by sunshine. As cheesy as it sounded. But everything just seemed... lighter, ever since she decided to just stay. Not only in his life, but also his heart. It was hers completely and there was not a single second where he regretted handing it to her. 

"Look at us now... Actually having some quiet and nice moments. No fear or worries, just comfort and love", Talia whispered the last part, her eyes gleaming. 

Vanderwood always felt happy when she was so carefree. God knows she deserved it. 

Slowly sitting up again, he didn't waste any time to cup her cheeks in his hands, pulling her in for a deep kiss. One he poured all his feelings for her into. Everything he wasn't able to say out loud just yet. 

I love you so much. You probably don't even know in how many ways you've saved me. I won't ever let anyone take you from me, not if I can help it. You're my everything...

When he felt her smile against his lips, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't even tell why, but he just found it absolutely endearing when she did that. 

"I love you, too...", she eventually mumbled into the kiss, letting him know that she did catch up on what he was trying to tell her. 

They both shifted a bit on the couch, until Talia was comfortably snuggled into his side, her head leaning against his chest, as his arms wrapped around her small frame. Hugging her nice and close to his chest. 

"I hope you are aware of the fact that you won't get rid of me. Like, ever." 

"Oh no. The horror. Worst thing to happen." He snorted in amusement when he earned himself a halfhearted slap to the stomach for it. "But honestly. You better stay", he then added. And when he glanced back at her and was met by her wide smile? It made saying those things out loud even better. 

Who knew? Maybe they were finally being presented with a more positive outlook on everything. As scary as thinking about a possible future still was, he also found himself thinking about it more and more. If there was anyone he could've seen himself live a life with outside of the agency? Like "normal" people? It was definitely with her. And while nothing was ever really certain with how fast things could always change, there was one thing he knew for a fact; neither of them would be alone anymore. They had each other now and that thought was extremely comforting. 

Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, he held her a little closer. Eyes slowly closing as he got surrounded by her warmth. The scent of her rose shampoo grounding and giving him a feeling he never even dared imagining to ever experience; She made him feel at home. 

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Today was pretty busy and I didn't get around to work on any requests, I'm sorry x__x

Instead I'd like to offer you a new Vandy/Talia oneshot that I finished two days ago. Even though I'm not aaaall too happy with the "action" parts, I still want to post it because I missed writing for the agency couple...

Also, this is kinda long 😅

Rescue mission

Vanderwood x Talia (agency oc)

Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as she was racing down the highway. Speed limits be damned... There were more important things to worry about. In this case; her boys.

"We need backup..."

Vanderwood's words echoed in her head over and over again. It was a sentence they all dreaded to ever hear from those dear to them. But it would be a cold day in hell if she'd ever not drop everything in order to help them. For years she'd had no one, so the thought alone of potentially losing her small found family was terrifying to no end.

Tires screeched as Talia took a sharp right turn, exiting the highway and driving towards the coordinates that she'd been sent. At the same time she pressed a finger against her earpiece.

"Vandy? You two hold on, okay? I'm nearly there now. Are you safe?"

"Momentarily. But kid's got it pretty bad. Lost quite some blood", he reported, the pained groan coming from Seven in the background sending another wave of worry over her.

"Keep him concious. I'll make sure to get you out of there."

It wasn't wishful thinking, she'd make sure of it. She'd get them out of there, alive, and bring them back home where they belonged.

She eventually parked the car at what looked like an abandoned industrie building, not wasting any time to gear up and stash as many throwing knives and even bullets and guns, which she despised to use, on her body as possible. This was more than a code red, so there was no time to go with preferences. She had to be on the safe side.

"Kali... Be careful", her boyfriend's voice reached her ear again. And the fact that even though he was the injured one and probably nearly carrying the hacker, but still worried about her made her heart skip a beat. Not to mention that it was always somewhat calming her nerves when he called her by her real name.

"Aren't I always?", she answered, voice a little softer as she put her hair up into a high ponytail in order to keep it out of her face.

"No."

"Wow, bold of you to say in your situation, Mr", she snorted, their little banter giving her at least a little sense of comfort. When he was able to still sass her, things probably weren't that bad  injury wise on his side. Nevertheless she didn't want to risk to waste too much time.

"Where are you gonna get in?"

"South entrance looks like it'll be the easiest to access", she murmured as she looked around. And as soon as she'd made it to said entrance, she was already pushing the door open with her arm, gun held firmly in her hands.

"We'll head your way. Stay alert. The place might look abandoned, but it's still crawling with security."

"Got it... See you in a bit~"

The dim lights were flickering in the long hallway and she took a moment to just listen. Heavy footsteps in the distance, but it was impossible to tell from how many people, because of the echo in the building.

The brunette moved as quietly and fast as possible, yet still calculating. The smallest mistake could've resulted in death. Which wasn't an option for her at all. Thanks to her fast reflexes, and the determination to get her boys out of there in one piece, lifeless bodies littered her path. The usual warmth in her blue eyes was completely gone at that point. She'd show no mercy to the people who dared to hurt those closest to her.

When she rounded another corner, gun still drawn, she suddenly looked down a barrel as well, though a mop of red hair in the background made her let out a relieved sigh and both guns got lowered at the same time.

She really wanted nothing more than wrap her arms around Vanderwood, pat him down to see how bad the situation was, because she just knew he'd downplay everything, if she asked him about it.

"The way I came from is cleared. You two go ahead, I've got your back", she instead settled on saying. There was still time for hugs when they've made it to safety.

Vanderwood's answer was only a nod as he adjusted his grip on Seven, who looked like he was trying desperately to hold on to conciousness. Making it more than obvious that they had to hurry.

For the most part, things went smoothly. The few poor fools that dared to try and attack them soon met their demise. Either with a bullet or getting pierced by knives.

Just when they were about to reach the exit, a guy jumped into their way seemingly out of nowhere. And though he held a knife, Talia didn't hesitate to step in front of Vanderwood and Seven, expertly disarming him, before she kicked his legs out from under him. Then she pinned him to the ground with a knee pushed to his chest, her own knife pressed to his neck. One wrong move from him and she would've easily drawn blood.

"What the hell was the plan here?", she nearly growled, feeling the guy swallow thickly with how the knife moved.

"B-boss said to kill one, let the other one go after messing him up. T-to send a-a message to the agency."

After just glowering at him for another moment, she got back on her feet, knife stashed into the holster on her thigh.

"Today's your lucky day. I'll let you go to tell your boss not to fuck with us again, if he wants to keep on breathing."

In the back, Vanderwood made a confused sound, clearly about to say something as they all watched the man get up and hurry down the hallway. Though before he had a chance to get too far away, she reloaded her gun.

"You know what? I've changed my mind." As soon as those words were out, she pulled the trigger, body falling to the ground with a dull thump. "No one lays their hands on my boys and gets away with it."

In fact, she'd already started to plan on how to get to the asshole that ordered the entire shitshow to happen. Eliminate everyone that was involved, make sure no one would come after them again.

"That was scary... But also kinda hot", the weak voice of the hacker carried over to her, making her focus her attention on him and with a couple long strides she was next to him, wrapping his free arm around her neck to help Vanderwood carry him to the car. "Mark me down as scared and horny", he then added with as much of a grin as he was capable to form.

"She's still my girlfriend, you little shit", Vanderwood huffed, obviously not pleased about the comment.

And despite everything, how worried she still was, it was impossible not to chuckle. They've just made it out of a situation where they could've died, yet here they still were. Arguing as if nothing had happened.

Once they managed to get Seven in the backseat, the older agent accompanying him to take care of the biggest wounds as good as possible with the first aid kit in the car, she let out a long sigh. Talia drove off quickly, still making sure not to go too fast in case they drove over bumps. Those were never pleasant when injured and she didn't want to be the cause of more pain.

"Wait... Did you say that our dear sweetheart Tali is your girlfriend?", Seven suddenly piped up again after a minute of silence. Appartently it had taken him a moment to let the former conversation sink in, probably because of a concussion.

"Tsk, I did not. You're hearing things", Vanderwood immediately answered out of reflex. After all they hadn't told the hacker that they were indeed dating.

"I am honestly surprised that you didn't notice it already. We weren't really as sly as we tried to be, when we were at the bunker", she chimed in.

When she caught her boyfriend's glare in the rear view mirror, she simply shot him back a bright smile, earning herself a fond roll of his eyes.

"What? He would've found out eventually anyway. Besides, there's a 50/50 chance that he actually won't remember this conversation with how messed up he looks."

Even if he did remember it, she knew he would never tell anyone about them. If there was anyone she trusted wholeheartedly, it were the two men in her car.

As soon as Seven was taken care of and fast asleep, Vanderwood made use of the first red light to slip into the passenger's seat. For a while they both kept quiet, fingers interlaced and just letting it sink in that they'd made it out. Everyone was alive and would be back to normal sooner or later. All it took was some rest to heal.

"Did anyone get to you?", his low voice eventually broke the comfortable silence.

"Not really, no. Most I'll have will be some bruises", she reassured with a smile, giving his hand a light squeeze. "But you will let me check on you and take care of all your injuries. This isn't up for discussion!"

"Jeez, so pushy...", he grumbled, though the amused glint in his eyes, along with the kiss he pressed to the back of her hand, let her know that he didn't mind it all too much.

"Careful. Or I might decide that it's best not to kiss until your split lip healed~"

"You wouldn't... I don't even think you would be able to hold out that long."

"Try me, babe", she snickered, even winking at him.

He was right, though. She probably wouldn't manage to pull through with her threat. After all, she'd gotten kind of addicted to his kisses.

When they had to stop at yet another red light, he suddenly grabbed her chin between thumb and index finger to turn her head towards him, already leaning in for a deep, nearly desperate kiss. One she immediately returned, the hand that wasn't in his moving up to cup his cheek.

"It's okay... We're okay", she whispered against his lips, still diving right in for another kiss.

"I know. I'm just relieved that nothing happened to you."

"Oh man...", a groan from the back made both of them part, if reluctantly, Talia focusing on the street again. "Can't you two get a room for that? Disgusting to see your parents kiss..."

"Just shut up and go back to sleep. And stop calling us your parents!"

All the woman could do was laugh about their banter once again. She loved both of them with her entire heart, in different ways, and it once again became painfully obvious that she'd do anything to ensure their safety. Always.

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Me: trying to write down bullet points to have a rough outline for the story

Also me: writes half the fanfic instead of sticking to brief overall descriptions

My brain spiraled. I told Skye that I had the sudden urge to listen to sea shanties and he just went "it's your inner pirate coming through again 😌" and my mind immediately went to "OMG PIRATE/MERMAID AU WITH VANDY AND KALI!" for some reason. Now it's stuck there and all I picture is him helping her when she got stuck somewhere and in turn she always brings him little trinkets (especially shiny ones) she found from pearls to stuff that was either thrown off ships or came from sunken ones. And even when it's useless junk he can't bring himself to throw it away because she always looks so excited when she hands him something. Also at first she'd always leave it for him and watch from a distance but he can spot her peeking out from her little hiding spots.

Then, whenever they were in a harbor for a while (she just decided to travel wherever their ship sailed to stay with her human lol) she asks if he brought "land snacks" she could try.

A funny little addition would be for Vandy to later on get jealous when someone else mentions they heard a beautiful singing voice at night, because he was convinced to always be the only one awake whenever she sings and he dislikes that it's apparently not a "them only" thing like he'd initial thought.

So yeah... That and more details are stuck in my brain but idk if I should try and turn it into an actual thing xDD