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Let Me Be Your Anchor

Chapter 13: Release

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett An Offer from a Gentleman reimagined Chapter rating: 18+ - explicit sexual content Word count: 5.1k

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Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! How about a little steam for our lovebirds? 😉💖

Abandoning any hope of ever finishing the portrait, Benedict led Sophie by the hand to his bedroom. The hour was late and they encountered no one in the hall. He closed the door behind them as Sophie moved to stand near the fire, looking somewhat anxious. He took her face in his hands, wanting to soothe away all of her fears.

“Sophie, there’s no need to be nervous. We can go as slowly as you like. I just want to make you feel good like before.” He was in earnest despite how his blood was racing. Whatever they were doing, whatever kind of arrangement this was now, he didn’t want to simply take his pleasure from her. He wanted to get to know her and savor her in whatever way she would let him.

“Alright,” She let out a shuddering breath, betraying that she still was not at ease.

“A drink?” He asked, reaching for a decanter.

“Thank you,” She gave him a small smile. He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to her with a clink. A toast to whatever new chapter they were beginning.

She sipped her drink and stared at him, shifting slightly from foot to foot. He beckoned for her to sit in an armchair then knelt before her. Setting down his glass, he bent and began to untie her shoes.

Sophie let out a small gasp. “Benedict! You don’t have to…”

“Shhh.” He smirked up at her. “Enjoy the wine.”

Shocked at being pampered like a veritable queen, she leaned back into the warm chair and took another sip of the ruby liquid. It was undoubtedly the finest wine she had ever tasted and she was grateful that it was helping to calm her nerves. She wanted this, whatever it was they were about to do, but she was still new to it all. Aside from an errant kiss by a servant boy in her youth, all of her romantic interactions had been with Benedict. He was the first and only to kiss her with such passion, the first and only to touch and savor her body, the first and only to declare that he wanted her in the way men wanted women, without nefarious intent. While she trusted him to be patient, she was rather bashful of her ignorance. She chided herself for not asking more of Genevieve, inquiring as to what she did with men she had no intention of marrying. As the tryst in the orangery had proven to her, she knew nothing of how to achieve pleasure.

Benedict slid her shoes off one after the other then began to massage her legs, running his hands from her ankles to her knees. Sophie couldn’t help but groan, enjoying the pressure on her tired calves. She had never imagined him treating her this way, as if he were a servant hired to tend to her every need. He certainly knew how to charm a woman. Setting her glass aside, she looked down at him on his knees. The light from the fireplace cast the most lovely shadows across the angles of his face and glinted in the waves of his tousled hair.

“The hours seemed so long tonight, waiting to see you again,” she admitted.

With a smile he slid his hands over her skirt and up the length of her thighs, then took her waist and buried his face into her bodice. Sophie shivered against the strength of his grip, running her fingers into his hair.

“Let’s hope the hours stay long,” he murmured, tilting to look up at her. He was indescribably beautiful, his jaw angular and framing that cheeky, crooked grin. His eyes were a shimmering blue-grey, set softly under long lashes and dark brows that were as quick to turn upward with mirth as they were to knit together with concern. His whole countenance was gentle and inquisitive, joyful but discerning. He was an artist, but Sophie saw him as a masterpiece in his own right.

She pressed her lips to his. He tasted like claret and salt, his mouth opening to welcome her tongue. He kissed her back with increasing intensity, both of their breaths growing ragged. The heat built quickly, tingling under Sophie’s skin and pooling between her legs. The same feeling as before. Her stomach flipped with excitement at knowing he would bring her release again.

Before she knew it, Benedict had pulled her legs around his waist and lifted her into the air, carrying her across the room to the bed. He set her on the edge and knelt again between her knees. His large hands splayed across her back as his kisses moved down her neck and shoulders, lingering on her collarbone. She wound her fingers into the hair at his nape, closing her eyes as she fell under the spell of his lips.

“Can I take this off?” He rasped, the tips of his fingers pressing into the fabric of her dress.

“Yes,” she breathed, and felt everything starting to loosen as he slipped each button free. She wanted desperately to feel his skin, and she grabbed at the fine linen of his shirt, bunching it in her hands until it came loose of his waistband. He took her cue and quickly tore off the garment, flinging it across the room. Sophie had just an instant to stare at his bare chest before his mouth was on hers again. She touched him, skimming her hands across his torso, surprised and delighted when his muscles quivered beneath her fingers.

As their tongues collided, he gently slid her dress and chemise down her shoulders. He chased the sleeves with hot kisses as he pulled them fully down her arms and everything tumbled to her waist, leaving her shamelessly exposed. She found that she was not self conscious and arched her back, offering herself to him like some sort of forbidden fruit.

Benedict stopped breathing when he saw her. He’d pictured this moment in his mind so many times - every night as he lay in this very bed, and in every dream when he actually slept. But this - reality - was far sweeter than a dream, and far more erotic. His hand, which had been stroking the warm skin on her back, slowly slid over her rib cage.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, knowing that the words were hopelessly inadequate. As if mere words could describe what he felt. And then, when his trembling fingers finished their journey and held her breast, he let out a shuddering exhale. His need for her was so intense, so primitive. It robbed him of his ability to think.

He needed her next to him, below him, on top of him. He needed her in him, around him, a part of him. He needed her the way he needed air, indispensably.

He leaned forward slowly and kissed her once more, feeling gooseflesh prickle her skin beneath his fingers. It was remarkable, but every time he kissed her, her lips seemed to grow sweeter, her scent more beguiling. And his need grew, too. His blood was racing with desire, and it was taking his every last shred of restraint not to push her back onto the mattress and tear her clothes from her body. But he stopped himself with a reminder. This time was about her. He was here to please her needs, not his own. He wanted her to know she was safe and to show her a damn good time if he could.

“What do you…” he swallowed, trying to steady his pounding heart. “What do you want, Sophie?”

Her mouth hung open with heavy breaths. Her eyes were so dark he couldn’t see their color anymore. She hesitated.

“Do you feel an ache?” He rumbled from deep in his chest, moving to settle his hand on her thigh. “Between your legs?”

She nodded and the neediness of her look made him fight for composure. He took one of her hands and kissed her palm. “I can help you with that. Like before.”

“Yes.” She was practically vibrating but surprised him by cupping his face. “But Benedict, I want to pleasure you too. Very much. Only I don’t…I’ll need you to teach me.”

Benedict’s heart skipped a beat. Something in her earnest plea made him more aroused than he had ever felt. She was assertive despite her inexperience. She had the courage to take control and wanted to grant him pleasure in the way that he showed her. It was more erotic than any of the experienced women he’d been with, who had lain with him for mutual enjoyment but with little conversation or demonstration of concern. Sophie left him in awe.

Dumbstruck, he nodded. “Alright, but you first.”

Then he let passion take center stage, returning his lips to hers in a searing, barely controlled dance of desire. Sophie hummed with pleasure as they wrapped their arms around each other and fell back onto the bed. She reveled in the pressure of his body against hers, skin against skin. It was the most glorious feeling she could ever imagine. He felt so good, so steady and warm, and even though his muscles were lean and powerful, his skin was seductively soft. He even smelled good, a warm masculine mixture of sandalwood and soap.

He murmured her name like a benediction as he lowered her back onto the mattress. “How I have wanted you,” he groaned. “You have no idea. No idea.”

Her only response was a soft mewling sound that came from deep in her throat. For some reason that was like oil on the fire within him, and his fingers clutched at her even tighter, pressing into her skin as his lips traveled down the swanlike column of her throat.

He moved lower, lower, burning a hot trail on her skin, pausing only briefly when he reached the gentle swell of her breast. She was completely beneath him now, her eyes glazed with desire, and it was so much better than any of his dreams. And oh, how he’d dreamed of her.

With a low, possessive growl, Benedict took her nipple into his mouth. She let out a soft yelp, and he was unable to suppress his own low rumble of satisfaction. When he moved his mouth to her other breast and renewed his sensual onslaught, her lips parted and her head lolled back.

“Do you like this?” he whispered, tracing the peak of her breast with his tongue. Sophie couldn’t quite manage to open her eyes, but she nodded. “What about this?” He nibbled gently at her nipple, grazing it with his teeth. Sophie hissed and stiffened beneath him, her fingers pressing into his back, but he knew from her moan that she found it agreeable. In one motion he ran his tongue down the middle of her, licking a trail along her skin until he reached her navel. She squirmed as his hands moved everywhere, down her legs, around her waist, until her dress and chemise were gone. She was completely nude, and it felt very odd but somehow also very right, as long as he was touching her.

Benedict’s feet found the floor again and he stood between Sophie’s legs, enraptured with the woman lying before him across the bed. He leaned down on one arm and sucked gently at her breast while his other hand squeezed her thigh. He trailed his fingers upward and ran them gently over her folds. She was wet already and despite how he ached for her, he would ease her into each step, building a progression of sensations for her to try. He slipped one finger inside of her, grinning with satisfaction as her entire body jerked and tensed around him. They had done this before and he knew she enjoyed it. Now into uncharted territory. He pressed a second finger into her, walls gripping him tightly. He held back a groan.

“Is this alright?” He rasped, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

Sophie moaned. Her eyes were shut, hands clenching the blanket beneath her as her hips began to move, pressing back against his hand.

“Yes,” she panted. “Please…more…”

Any hesitation she may have had was quelled from her mind with the singular, numbing need she felt building between her legs. This was madness. Fever. That feeling that she had only felt once before, and only thanks to this man. It was something that needed release, something that grabbed at her, and yet even with all this pressure, it felt so spectacularly wonderful, as if she’d been born for this very moment.

Benedict slid his fingers in and out slowly, straight at first and then curled lightly to pet her inside. He licked his lips which were growing dry from his labored breath, his eyes dark and locked on Sophie’s body, her every move.

“Benedict?” she gasped. “Is this…this is what it’s like when…”

He hovered his face above hers and their eyes met. Hers were hazy with desire but they held a question.

“Yes,” he purred, his fingers still rhythmically pressing into her, making her shift up and down beneath him. “Only it’s more pressure, and it’s deeper.”

She gave a slight nod, eyes fluttering closed again as he glided within her. “And…” she fought for words between breaths. “A man and woman will go on like this until…until his seed is planted?”

Benedict had never slept with a virgin but he had engaged in these alternate explorations with a few young ladies of the ton as a young man. A number of balls had been spent hidden in closets and side rooms, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies without committing the full act. It was surprising for a maid to be as sheltered as those ladies had been. But he found her forthrightness endearing.

With his free hand he smoothed her hair back from her face. “Yes, they will move until the man releases himself. But if he does not finish inside her body, there will be no child.”

Sophie’s eyes opened with realization. It was as if he could read her mind and had anticipated her question. His lips descended on hers once again, tongue swiping across her bottom lip as his fingers dragged along her walls with a steady cadence.

“And it should bring her pleasure,” he murmured against her lips. “The act should always bring her pleasure, though most men forget that.”

Sophie’s head lolled against the mattress and she gripped his shoulders as he began rubbing her crest on each stroke, driving into her more fervently,. The sounds she made were exquisite, mewling and groaning, whimpering and gasping as she tensed and relaxed, pressing herself against him, willing him to go deeper, move faster. Move faster he did, pushing into her at the same pace his cock was begging for, the same pace at which he wanted to see her bounce beneath the whole of his body. He could feel her loosening just a bit more as her fluids slicked his fingers.

In and out, in and out, he was growing delirious with the motion, with the warmth and pressure inside of her, with the shaking of her breasts in response to the cadence of his hand. He held himself above her and watched her face, reveling in the twists of her lips and dance of her brows as she reacted to all he was doing. Just when his rigid cock issued a drop of desperation against his strained trousers, he felt her clench within.

She moaned and clawed at his back, pulling him tight against her. “Benedict,” she pleaded. “I need…I need…” She writhed beneath him, eyes closed and face screwed up with desperation.

“Yes,” he exhaled, clamping his palm down upon her mound and rocking against it with heavy pressure. “Yes, you’re nearly there,” he coaxed, caressing her forehead again and watching her face with wonder. “That’s it. Chase that feeling.”

Mouth open but holding her breath, she bucked back against his hand as he pinned her hips down with his body. She squirmed desperately, grinding herself against his soaked palm. Benedict bit his tongue to keep his head from swimming. Lord, she was so captivating. The whole of her naked body heaving under his, burning with arousal, skin sheened with sweat as she came apart under his hands. He felt her walls quiver closer and closer together until at last she peaked, spasms dancing down his fingers, clenching and rippling. The whole of her sex throbbed within his grip as her breath returned staccato in his ear.

He tried to swallow his own moan, lowering to lay on top of her. He wanted to feel her every tremor, her pounding heartbeat, the heat rising off of her in waves.

Sophie clung to him, jerking with aftershocks, her mind drifting away to that plane of bliss again. Somehow the weight of him and the warmth of his skin against hers deepened the ecstasy. She felt cradled in a place of comfort the likes of which she had never experienced and she never wanted to leave.

She didn’t know how long she floated there but she was brought back into the room by Benedict’s soft kisses upon her cheek. She dragged her eyes open to see his, still sparkling and bright despite the dark hunger that lingered there.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

“I didn’t know,” she confessed. “I had no idea women could feel such pleasure.”

He smirked, proud of himself, the cheeky devil. But she was genuinely grateful. “Do men feel the same when they release?”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Yes, we do.”

She licked her lips and stared up at him. “I want to do it to you. I want to make you feel this good.”

Benedict’s breath hitched. His cock was screaming to be set free. He was hard as a rock, harder than he could ever remember.

“But,” she cast her eyes down, unsure if she was ready to cross the final threshold. “Do you need to be inside of me?”

Benedict’s brows turned up and he kissed her sweetly. He could sense her nerves. “No. No, there are other ways. We will go slowly.”

She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved to stand once again between her knees. God, he was perfection. She took in the full sight of him, tall and shirtless, sculpted of lean muscle and pale freckled skin. The veins in his forearms flexed as his long fingers pulled off his boots and then tugged at his trouser buttons. His dark hair was wild, tousled into soft spikes from how she had played with it. Never taking his eyes from hers, he let his waistband fall and bared himself.

Sophie sat up and stared at his manhood shamelessly. It was long, longer than she had seen on any statue, though she supposed those were adapted for modesty’s sake. It stood at attention, as rigid as a sword and pointing right at her. It was intimidating imagining something so large invading her, but the thought was also so devilishly tempting to try. What would that skin feel like?

Tentatively, she reached out and ran her fingers lightly down his length. He hissed and she retracted instantly.

“I’m sorry!” She searched his face. “Did I hurt you?”

Benedict chuckled and took her chin in his hand. “No, no, of course not.” Then his voice dropped. “It’s that your touch drives me mad.”

Sophie shuddered under his gaze.

“Do it again.”

With more confidence, she reached out and wrapped the whole of her hand around him, amazed at how soft the skin was despite the stiffness of the muscles beneath.

“Show me.” Her voice was assertive as she looked to him for guidance.

Benedict bit his bottom lip and placed his hand over hers. He tightened her grip, suppressing a groan as he guided her in stroking him up and down slowly.

Sophie was captivated, feeling the ripple of his surging veins under her fingers, seeing the way his hips began to thrust lightly with the movement of their hands, and watching the agonizing pleasure that played across his face. A confidence began to grow within her. She was starting to understand how enjoyable it was to bring someone else pleasure. After a few strokes his hand moved hers to a faster speed, over and over again, tugging up and down smoothly.

“Just like that,” he gasped, then released her hand and brought his to rest on her shoulders. He lost himself to her touch. His mind could hardly process what was happening. That she was here, naked in his bed, touching him, stroking him, her eyes trailing across his body, her face a mixture of concentration and, he thought, a hint of pride at what she was doing to him. Any clumsiness in her movements was quickly overcome with a tight, steady cadence that made his head spin. She was a fast learner and it had been so long since he had been touched by someone else.

Since the masquerade he hadn’t frequented any brothels or engaged in any indiscreet acts at parties. He had gone entire years without the company of women, having only his hand for relief. It was unlike him, but he felt that he would be betraying his lady in silver if he sought pleasure with anyone else. Until Sophie. For whatever reason, she was worth breaking his abstinence. He’d thought he’d wanted a woman before. He’d thought he’d needed one. But this - this went beyond both. This was spiritual. This was in his soul.

He groaned and a bead of moisture leaked from his aching cock. Seeing it, Sophie stopped her movements and looked up at him trepidatiously. Before he could say anything, she leaned forward, extended her sweet tongue and swiped it off of him with a lick.

“Jesus, Sophie!” he practically roared, his hips stuttering to keep him upright. But unlike the first time, she didn’t shrink away. No, a fiendish little light flashed in her eyes and she advanced again, running her tongue down the length of him, tracing the largest of his veins. He shuddered, throwing his head back and gripping viciously into her shoulders. It spurred her on because then her warm lips wrapped around his head and she pushed forward, letting him slide into her hot, wet mouth.

He couldn’t stand it. With an agonized cry he pulled back, slipping from her lips. Now she looked up at him with concern, wiping her mouth.

“Benedict? I’m sorry…”

“No,” he panted, hanging his head. “No, that was…you’re just…” He could hardly believe what he saw before him, a bewitching mixture of innocence and temptation. “It’s almost too pleasurable.”

She grinned.

“Too much too soon.” He sighed with a smile. “Let’s go slowly.”

She nodded and squeezed his forearms reassuringly, surprised but grateful that he wanted to set such a gentle pace. She had been so enraptured by his attentions in the orangery, she simply wanted to please him with her mouth in return. She wanted to know how he tasted. The thought of future lessons made her stomach tighten with that same coiled heat again. Surely she couldn’t be needing release again already? She looked to him, wordlessly asking how he wanted to proceed.

“Lie back on the bed,” he said gently. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She pulled away, shifting until she was lying against the pillows. Benedict kicked his trousers from his ankles and climbed over to her. Watching him, Sophie’s stomach tightened further. Lithe and erect, moving toward her like a feral animal, his arms settling to frame her in the soft bed. It was all becoming clear now, the intense joy of carnal pleasures; why men were always in search of them and why women let themselves be ruined for them. She had never experienced such breathless anticipation. Such a longing to engage in sin and never stop.

Benedict loomed over her on all fours, eyes burning into hers as he took himself in hand and began stroking again, tight and slow.

“Is this the first cock you’ve seen?” His voice was dark velvet, hitting straight through to her spine.

Unable to look away, she traced her hands up to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex as he touched himself. “Yes.”

“So this will be the first time you’ve seen a man come?” The growl of his tone made her toes curl. She could feel new dampness at the apex of her thighs.

“Yes.” It was barely above a whisper.

Benedict bent and kissed her neck deeply, then licked the soft skin behind her ear before rasping into it. “Can I come on you? I want to cover you with my seed.”

She couldn’t control the sound at the back of her throat as his plea went down through her body, making her channel clench around nothing. The air was too hot to breathe and unbidden, she found her hands falling to grip her breasts.

“Sophie,” a devilish whisper in her ear. “Are you aroused again? Do you want to come with me?”

She whimpered, nodding. “But I don’t…can I do that? So soon?”

A small chuckle. “Of course you can. Here, open your legs.”

She spread her legs and he shifted one of his own to settle against her, pressing into her slick womanhood with his thigh.

“Push against me,” he tutored. “Do whatever you want.”

Somewhat embarrassed but with too much burning need to care, Sophie shifted and ground herself down against his leg. She was drenched, smearing her wetness all over him, but it helped her to glide ever so slightly up and down. When she did, it snagged her bud and she moaned, pressing with all of her weight. She could feel him flex his leg and push back against her too, urging her on. It was like riding a horse astride in the filthiest, most pleasurable way.

“Does that feel good?” Benedict’s voice was tight. She nodded needily. “Keep doing that and come with me.”

He was still stroking himself, his pace growing faster as his breath started to run ragged. They locked into each other’s eyes, entranced as his arm pumped and Sophie shifted, rocking up and down against him. Their mouths hung open against each other, breaths noisy as they chased their pleasure and challenged the other to reach theirs.

Benedict’s brow knitted with emotions she had never seen and Sophie wanted to be the one to conduct them.

“Ben…” she gasped desperately, then corrected herself. “Benedict, please let me finish you.”

He stuttered and dropped his hand so that both arms framed her face, eyes searing through her. “Always call me that. Always call me Ben when we’re alone together.”

Sophie’s heart leapt, then he devoured her in a kiss, tongue probing to the back of her throat. She felt him pull her hand back to wrap around his cock. She tugged tight and quick as he had shown her. He moaned into her mouth and she allowed herself a proud grin. She bounced herself faster against his thigh, feeling the knot in her stomach grow more taught and the wave begin to build under her skin.

Their kisses grew sloppy, lips smearing across each other’s faces while they emitted a whole array of sinful noises. Benedict’s fingers found their way between Sophie’s legs and circled rapidly, taking her that much closer to the edge as she continued to grind against his muscle. They each had the other in hand, taking each other higher and higher, their breaths growing shallow, their movements falling out of rhythm as they increased in speed.

Benedict broke their kiss to whisper against her lips. “You never answered my question. Can I come on you? I’m close Sophie, so close.”

“Yes,” she mewled, completely lost to a world of sensation. Everything was the heat of him, the length of him, the pressure of him. The dance of his fingers, the press of his lips, the sound of his breath, the scent of his skin. “Please Ben, please come on me. I’ll come too. Ben, please.”

In only a moment he erupted with a cry, tearing his hand away to steady himself as he pulsed in her grasp, hot ropes of his seed shooting across her torso. Sophie stopped stroking but held him tightly as he came, fascinated at the feeling of his strong throbs within her fingers. She watched him above her, thrilled to see the contortions of desperate pleasure play across his face. In this moment, he was both dominating her and at her mercy simultaneously. She wanted to do this to him, to see him like this again. Frequently.

As he moaned and fought for breath, she continued pushing herself against his thigh. The strangely delightful possessiveness of his release splattering across her chest drove her to absolute madness and she broke, throbbing tight against him. This pinnacle was gentler but deeper somehow, reverberating through her bones as every muscle shivered and relaxed, washing her with calm but not stealing her mind away entirely.

They trembled in place together, the room filled only with the sounds of their gasps. Benedict was nearly in pain at the intensity of his climax and he found himself shaking as he fell to lie next to Sophie.

She lay in a daze, unable to lift her head from the pillows and only half-aware of her surroundings. Benedict pulled a cloth from somewhere and cleaned her, gently wiping away his mess and leaving kisses on her breasts. Then he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to his side.

“Please don’t leave, Sophie,” he mumbled into her hair, drinking in her scent as he felt sleep start to overtake him. “Please stay with me.”

She laid in his arms, overwhelmed. He wasn’t asking her to be his mistress, not really. He was asking her simply to stay. To stay at Aubrey Hall and be with him. Be with him in whatever fashion this was. And whatever this was, was more pleasure and fulfillment than she had experienced in the whole of her wretched life. The last thing she wanted to do was walk away. Even if she couldn’t have him for a lifetime, she could have him now. She hoped the acceptance letter from the Stirling household would never come, and if it did, she would respond and decline.

Benedict’s large hands upon her, the whole of his naked body pressed against hers, the gentle thrum of his heart against her back, all of it made her choice very clear. She would stay at Aubrey Hall and worry about her future and inevitable broken heart later.

“I will.”

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Assassin's Encounter (Part 2)

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Sophie's eyes fluttered open slowly, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights shining down on her from the sterile white ceiling. As her vision came into focus, her heart started racing with panic, the frantic beeping of the ECG monitor filling the small windowless room. She tried to sit up but found her wrists and ankles bound tightly to the cold metal exam table.

The door clicked open, and Terra walked in, her slender dark fingers trailing along Sophie's pale thigh.

"Hello, my darling, welcome to the basement. like it?" Terra said softly, her full lips curling into a seductive smile.

Sophie swallowed hard. "What...what are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Shhh, don't be frightened," Terra said, circling a finger around Sophie's chest. "You see, I'm doing some… let’s say, flash course… medical training and I need a subject for practice. those stupid plastic torsos won’t do." Her hand slid higher, fingers curling around Sophie's delicate throat. "And you, my cute little assassin, are the perfect specimen for me to work on."

Sophie's pulse raced under Terra's grip, delighting the madwoman.

Terra pulled the crash cart closer, its wheels rattling on the tile floor. She reluctantly released the woman's neck to flip the defibrillator on with the beep and hum of charging capacitors. Sophie squirmed against her restraints, blonde hair splayed across the table, her lithe anatomy naked and exposed in a pathetic display.

"How long do you plan on keeping me like this!?" Sophie panted; blue eyes wide and terrified.

Terra ignored the question, focused on her task. She unscrewed the cap on a bottle of conductive gel with a soft pop. Tilting the container, she squeezed a generous dollop of translucent blue goo onto the pale curves of Sophie's heaving chest.

The assassin's breath caught at the cold sensation. Goosebumps rippled across her skin. Terra pressed the paddles to the top right and left side of Sophie's chest, framing her heart, massaging the slick gel over Sophie in firm circular motions.

"I've got you now," she murmured, speaking to the quivering cornered organ pounding between the flat metal pads.

A jolt of electricity surged through Sophie's pale body, causing it to stiffen and arch off the table. Heaving gasps filled her buzzing chest as her heart raced erratically. Terra's dark fingers adjusted the defibrillator, readying another shock.

“Wait! Wait!” Sophie screamed, back bowing as the current seared through her. The frenzied beeping of the heart monitor filled the room as a dull ache and unsteady throbbing replaced the feeling of her pulse.

Terra watched the erratic peaks on the EKG, biting her lip in anticipation. Almost there. Sophie could only take so much, and the precious thing was putting up a fight. More. She needed more. She pushed the machine to the max.

Another shock. Sophie convulsed, jaw clenching, tendons straining in her elegant neck. The erratic beeping grew more frantic, fighting against the inevitable. Sophie’s labored breaths the only steady thing going on in her body. Her pitiful eyes searching for an end.

Then finally one more shock and… success. The rapid beeps merged into one continuous tone as Sophie's tortured heart seized and fell still. Her body went limp as her consciousness slowly faded without a heartbeat. Terra grinned in triumph - she'd pushed Sophie right to the very edge. Now to train on the best canvas money can’t buy, a still heart in need.

Setting aside the defibrillator paddles by the syringes of adrenaline and atropine, Terra began chest compressions, ready to restart Sophie's helpless little heart.

The game was only just beginning. Its ending dictated by Terra’s cruelty or compassion, but one thing was for certain…

Regardless of what won out, Terra’s twisted adoration, her possessiveness over the hapless delicate little creature beneath her would ensure neither outcome lead to freedom or finality any time soon.

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spaceagebachelormann · 8 months

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can i request keefe sencen boyfriends headcanons pls!!

dating keefe sencen

♬ warnings: neverseen, everblaze, stellarlune, legacy spoilers, angst if that’s a warning

♬ ziggys notes: ziggy actually writes for once??? unheard of!!

♬ nav. — m.list

he’s so dumb (/aff)

so i imagine he’s very nice to you and compliments you non-stop all day cause he’s a sweetheart

he’s also an asshole sometimes but not in a bad way

like he’ll occasionally make some mean ass joke but you know he doesn’t mean it <3

but also he’s the only one allowed to make mean jokes and if someone else does it then wtf

also bro is clingy 💀

will always have an arm around you somewhere or holding your hand unless he absolutely has to let go

will walk (sprint) to your class just so he can walk you to your next one

or lunch or wherever tf your going

i like to imagine hes actually very smart but just acts like a dumbass cause a) he likes too b) piss off his parents c) everyone finds it funny

so if your struggling with schoolwork or some shit he’ll help you <3

part of the keefe boyfriend experience is him randomly showing up on your doorstep/climbing through your window

like you’ll just be sitting there in your room doing whatever and that motherfucker climbs through the window like “heyyy”

chances are he falls while getting out of the window

and if you ask him why he’s like “to see you ofc!!”

i mean it is because he wants to see you but also because he doesn’t wanna be around his parents/dad anymore

and he stays with you for like a week 😭

your parents either love him or despise him

he’d put up the perfect boyfriend act in front of them but as soon as y’all are alone he goes back to normal

if they hate him it’s because they see through the act

would probably drag you into sophie’s bs either accidentally or on purpose

he’ll bring you along for emotional support when they’re just like. idk discussing stuff?? but when it’s actually getting dangerous he makes you stay

(he says “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” over and over until you stay)

also ur bound to be HEARTBROKEN several times in this relationship

when gisela does her shit in everblaze is the first time

you have to comfort him </3 if u don’t ur kinda a bad s/o

even if you don’t know what to say he’s just happy if you listen and try your best to understand

he never actually like gets over it but he ends up repressing it and just acting normal but he will definitely break down in front of you a lot at night

the second time your heartbroken is when he joins the neverseen

even if you went with them or not you obviously find out one way or another

sophie probably tells you and she feels absolutely terrible about it :(

when he comes back it’s like. so fucking cliché

those scenes in romance movies where they see eachother and the music gets all romantic and the screen has sparkles and shit cliché 😭

he’s so happy to see you again but ur staring at him like 😐

he remembers he literally joined the neverseen so he starts apologizing and promising to make it up to you

which he does!! he’s so sweet <3 he randomly comes and picks you up and takes you shopping and gets you whatever you want

if you feel bad about it he gives you this whole rehearsed paragraph about how you deserve to have him do this for you because he was an asshole (he wasn’t really an asshole but shhh)

and when he has to do his legacy shit in legacy (that felt awkward to type) and goes into his coma ohhhh myyy godddd the angst

like sitting beside him everyday with sophie and trying to get him to wake up

and when he does your like right beside him and omg the reunion would be so cute <3

but once he realizes what his voice can do he refuses to speak even if u literally beg him

oh and yelling at fitz for yk

anyways

when he runs away he feels so fucking terrible

he gives you a letter </3 it’s basically him reassuring you he’ll be okay and he loves you and you somewhat believe him because he’s smart but also cause he’s reckless and the little side note you may never see him again

sophie watching him literally emotionally destroy you for the 3rd time like :(

she takes you with her and dex to find him and reunion part 3

but this time your kinda rlly pissed and he apologizes again and probably. idk gives you some shit he found on the ground

okay no more angst

so i’d like to imagine he watched a FUCK ton of movies in the forbidden cities so he shows you all his favourites

uhh wait i’m gonna name what i think his favourites are <3

corpse bride, the breakfast club, back to the future, LABYRINTH!!, mamma mia, mean girls

his favourites of his favourites are mean girls, mamma mia and labyrinth

oh fuck i haven’t talked abt like the main shit (kisses and petnames ig idk) yet

i feel like hed mainly call you by your name or some ridiculous nickname he’s made for you

probably just pretty girl/boy or babe cause he’s a basic bitch and i cant think of anything else that’s gn

bro would grab ur face just like. mwah mwah mwah everywhere cause he loves u sm

also he’d kiss ur hands a lot

esp if hes handing you something or vice-versa

like he’ll just keep hold of ur hand for a moment and then kiss the top of it <33 ahaksnsjsnaj

and he will melt if you do it to him

DATES ARE THE MOST CHAOTIC SHIT EVER

like museums, parks, restaurants but you probably get kicked out for being loud (y’all were just laughing)

also he’d have a thing for your hair

like he’d braid it or play with it a lot cause it calms him down

or if you don’t like it he just plays with ur fingers instead

as much as he loves you he would not let you touch his hair

unless he hasn’t styled it yet then go crazy ig

uhm im out of ideas but if i get another i’ll update this 🫶

watch this get like 7 notes 💔💔

#mars lovely anons <3 #kotlc fandom #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities headcanons #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #keefe kotlc #keefe x reader #keefe sencen x reader #kotlc x reader #x reader #mars writing 🧈

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There Is Beauty in the Pain

CHAPTER 3 PT.3

***Warnings: angst, language/ mentions of past rape and abuse

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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--Link to Chapter 4 Pt.1 at the bottom--

“Noah, catch her,” was all I heard right before Sophie collapsed. Luckily I caught her in time, throwing my arms out just before she hit the floor. Thank God I had long arms. Her body fell into me, knocking me back, but once I had her, I held her close, supporting her head and neck. "Noah." “ Shhh, it's alright, I gotcha.” I scooped Sophie up in my arms and shifted her, allowing enough space so she could wrap her arms around my neck. Her shallow grunts and groans were clear signs to me of how uncomfortable she was feeling. The best thing for her right now was to rest.

“Where can I lay her,” I asked Alex, while Sophie's fingers squeezed my shirt. He looked so frazzled. This night had to be tripping him out of his normal routine. I suddenly felt bad for the guy.

Alex nudged his head toward the back of the bar. “Follow me. I have a couch in the breakroom.” He led me to it motioning toward a tan couch in the corner. It looked comfortable enough. “I'll be right back,” he said, before entering and walking away. “Are you still with me, Sophie?”

Her head was snuggled in the crook of my neck and I could feel the warmth of her slow, steady breath on my skin that made me shiver. I hugged her closer and she sweetly moaned.

“I found a blanket. It's not a very big one, but it'll work for now.” Alex came in and laid the blanket at the end of the couch. The face he gave was soft. “She's asleep, isn't she?” He smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Noah.” “ For what?” “ For taking care of her. Sophie means the world to me.” I grinned at Alex. “It's no problem. I'm not about to just walk out and leave her like that piece of shit did. I gotta at least know that she's going to be okay and safe.” Carefully, I sat down on the couch, shifting Sophie in my lap.She removed her arms from around my neck and balling them up in front of her, against my chest, while curling up tighter in my lap. “You’re going to stay with her?” Alex sounded surprised. “Absolutely,” I said, laying my head back against the couch and shutting my eyes, realizing for the first time how tired I felt. I didn’t bother to look up at Alex.

“Sophie needs support right now. She needs to know she has people she can trust.” “And you can be that for her? Support her and be someone she can trust?” My eyes flew open and this time I did look up at him. “Yes. I mean I’ll try to be; as much as she lets me,” I replied firmly, looking down at the sleeping girl in my arms. I reexamined her wounds, the bruising slowly creeping over her pale complexion and a deep warmth settled in me. I placed a soft kiss on her forehead as she took a deep breath. “Promise me you won’t hurt her.” I shifted my eyes back to Alex, thrown off by his question. But given the circumstances, I could understand. “I promise to never lay a hand on her, Alex. I promise I’ll try my absolute best to never hurt her heart. I don’t know what will happen after we leave her, but I do know Sophie will always be in my life from now on.”

Alex smiled. “You’re a good guy, Noah.” “Thanks. You are too, Alex,” returning the smile. He left, leaving me and Sophie alone for the first time. I shifted us around in an attempt to find a better position, but ended up staying just how we were. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I laid my head back again only to feel soft hands slither around the bottom of my neck. Sophie turned into me, burying her face into me..

“Noah,” she quietly said. At first I thought maybe she was talking in her sleep.

“Yeah?” “.........Thank you.”

“You too,” I said grinning. “For what? I haven’t done anything.”

I felt her head move up and down.“You’ve been kind to me when you didn’t have to be. You’ve made me feel safe. This is the first time I really believe that I’m safe and that everything will be okay.Thank you.” Sophie nuzzled my chest, turning her head to the side and placing her cheek against it. She was so warm beneath my arms. Holding her just felt tight. It felt like this was where she belonged.

I hugged her tighter, feeling like I couldn't get her close enough to me as her arms slipped around my back, grabbing hold of my hoodie and snuggling deeper into me. With our bodies pressed tight together, Sophie and I rested, slipping off into a much needed sleep.

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Quiet whispers and gentle nudges on my shoulder interrupted my sleep.

"Noah, hey come on man, let's go home," Jolly called softly, slightly shaking me. I opened my eyes, squinting at first, realizing that Sophie was still curled up into me, sound asleep. "Ughh, what time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "After four in the morning. Come on, let's get you both up so we can finally go home." Jolly lifted Sophie off my lap bridal style, cradling her in his arms.

"What about Sophie,” I asked through a yawn. I stretched out my arms and legs that were happy with their new found freedom.

Jolly looked at me, puzzled. "What about her?" My face fell. "Relax, I'm joking,” Jolly teased. “Come on, let's go,” motioning towards the door.

"Not funny, dude," I scolded, following him and Sophie toward the exit door. “Seriously, Jolly, where are you taking her?” I stopped him by laying my hand on his shoulder.

"She's coming home with us,” he said calmly. “There really is no other place that’s safe for her at the moment. At least at ours, maybe she can get her head together and figure out what she needs to do next.” I couldn’t hide the smile that was growing on my face. “Yeah, I figured you’d like that,” Jolly hummed. “Come on lover boy, let's get this girl to a more comfortable bed other than your bony ass lap.”

“Hey!”

The buses weren't far from where we exited the bar. Jolly climbed up first, and I followed, emerging into our home away from home for the last time. Matt and Folio were still awake, waiting up for us.

"Hey, there y'all are. How's she holding up?" Matt asked, rising to his feet.

"No telling. She’s still pretty out of it,” Jolly told him.

Matt looked down at Sophie, lightly caressed her cheek.

"Poor kid. I can't begin to imagine what she's going through right now. Why don't you lay her on the couch in the back? She'll be more comfortable there."

Jolly nodded and disappeared down the hall.

"You alright, Noah?" asked Matt, patting me on the back.

Folio handed me a beer, which I accepted gratefully

“I honestly have no idea,” I admitted while shaking my head while sitting on the arm of the couch, next to me. “I don’t know, Matt. Normally, I’d know what to do, but this time, I have no clue. Sophie can’t go back and risk that piece of shit coming at her again. And she can’t be expected to stay at a house she’s not familiar with, with a bunch of dudes she barely knows!” My voice raised louder than I meant for it too, causing Matt to throw his hands out. “Wow, okay calm down a little. It’s not that big of a crisis, Noah. Sophie will be alright with you guys for a few days while she gets her head together.” I finished my beer and sat the bottle down beside me.

“Let’s just take it slow, Noah. Let's just get Sophie to the house, get her comfortable, and then when she’s able to talk about it, we can help her figure some stuff out.”

Glancing at Folio, I noticed his dull expression. Thinking back to earlier in the night and how on edge he was, I knew there was something he was hiding, something that was bothering him so bad and was triggered by the events that had happened with Sophie.

“Man, are you okay?”

Folio clenched his jaw, running his fingers over his chin. “Yeah, I'm good.”

“You sure? What was the deal with you earlier and asking the kind of thing you did? What gave you that idea?”

Folio stood up and threw his empty bottle in the trash, turning around to lean against the counter. “Because she was,” he said, confidently. My eyes switched from him to Matt, then back to him. “What are you talking about? Alex said she wasn’t,”

“He didn't mean tonight, Noah. She wasn’t, but she has been in the past.”

Folio lowered his head and I could tell he was struggling with something dark deep down inside him. I couldn’t recall a time before when he was like this. “How do you know?” I asked, swallowing to try and alleviate the sudden dryness in my mouth. Jolly returned, his expression suddenly grim, too.

“Alex told us,” Matt explained. “He said it happened the night Perry left for Germany.

"She spent days in the hospital trying to recover from what he did to her. Alex didn’t think she was going to pull through. After she left the hospital it got a whole lot worse too.”

“How so?”

“She developed severe anxiety and depression. Once the anxiety attacks started happening, she would lock herself up in her apartment, only coming out to go to work. Alex eventually got her to see a psychologist. Things seemed to get better after that. He’s afraid that what’s happened to her is gonna set her back and that we need to be prepared for the worst once the shock wears off and the reality of what’s happened to her hits.”

I stood up, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Holy fuck. Just when I thought I’d heard it all,” rubbing the back of my neck.”

“Yeah I know, it’s a lot,” Folio admitted, giving me a half smile. He was thinking about something, that long distant look in his eyes.

“Back at the bar you said you’d seen this before. When?” Turning his back to me, Folio braced his hands against the counter.

"In high school; there was this girl in my Senior class,” he began. “We hit it off right away and basically had a platonic relationship. But then she started dating the fucking star of the school football team after telling me that us dating would ruin our friendship. Shortly after that, she became a sick joke throughout the school because she wouldn’t sleep with him. People started teasing her and spreading lies about her. Once it all got back to him, he threatened to dump her unless she slept with him. So, one night at a party we went to, she decided she was going to give it up to him. I told her not to. I pleaded for her to just leave with me, but she refused. The next day at school, she came to me with a huge bruise on her face, telling me he raped her. She was scared to death. I told her to go to the cops or to her parents, but she refused to do that too; said they wouldn't listen to her. Then right before Christmas, she said she was pregnant but had already decided not to follow through with the pregnancy. A week later she killed herself.”

Deafening silence filled the air around us.

“What the hell, Nick, that's brutal. I'm so sorry. I had no idea that ever happened,” I apologized, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“The worst part about it is the fucker never even knew she was pregnant. He got away with ruining a perfectly wonderful girl. She was amazing.” His eyes glistened with tears that he refused to let fall. “You had really hard feelings for her, huh?” Folio only nodded.

“I'm sorry, bro” Jolly sympathized, wrapping his arms around Folio and pulling him for a hug. I could see Nick squeezing his eyes shut, trying to push away the tears.

"Nick, what happened to your friend is horrible, but you're wrong if you think that's going to happen toSophie."

"Yeah? What makes you so sure, Noah?"

Sighing, I brought my hand to Nick's chest and patted it.

"Because,"

"Because we're not going to let it happen." Jolly added, interrupting me. “Sophie has us now. No matter how the outcome of her staying with us turns out, she'll always be a part of all of our lives, some of ours more than others,” glancing at me. I lowered my eyes, ignoring his comment.

"Bro moment without me? I see how it is.” All of us turned to see half-awake Nicholas, coming from his bunk, a small grin covering his face.

"We were just talking about Sophie and the whole situation.” I told him. He joined our little circle, resting his arm on Folio’s shoulder.

"Yeah, I heard some of it. Nick told you about the girl in highschool too,” nudging his head toward Folio.

"Why am I not surprised you already knew," Jolly said with a smirk.

"While you two were off living the California dream for a while, what did you think Nick and I did? We had a lot of time to talk."

I shrugged.

"I don't know; riding Harleys, fishing, and giving people tattoos?"

Nick paused, chuckling.

"Okay, well besides that.” All of us laughed.

"Naw, I'm joking man, I'm glad Folio confided in someone about it. That's a heavy thing to carry alone."

I patted Nick on the chest again and he nodded, giving all of us that wide goofy grin of his.

“Bus is about to pull out,” Matt informed us. “Thank God I get to sleep in my own bed. Warehouse first, then from there, home.” Looking at the four of us, he narrowed his eyes a little. “Are you sure you all want to stay involved with all that's going on? It might get a little messy.”

All of us seemed to be in agreement. “Well, alright then. She’s staying with you anyway, so if things go South, I’m good,” smirking while scrolling through his phone. “Hey! That’s fucked up, Matt,” Folio chided, jokingly throwing a pepper packet from the table at him.

Too exhausted to think about anything anymore, I headed towards the back of the bus. Sophie was still sound asleep on one of the couches, under the comfort of a warm blanket Jolly had kindly laid over her. Leaning against the door frame, I watched her sleep, wondering what was going to happen when she woke up. Would she be capable of dealing with it all and moving forward once things settled? Would staying with me and the guys freak her out and make her leave before she was ready to? The thoughts that would stop made the anxious feeling rise up again inside me. I suddenly felt the need to be close to her, so I moved closer and knelt down beside her.

My eyes skimmed over the bruising on her pale skin trying to imagine the pain she felt each time his brutal hand came down on her, hurting the perfect delicate parts of Sophie that made her so beautiful to me. I knew other parts of her were just as bruised, but how bad was the question. None of that mattered right now though. She was with me for now, in a safe place where I could make sure Perry would never leave another mark on her body. I promised myself that I was going to see her through all of the mess she would have to wade through even if there were things she wouldn't allow me to help her with. No matter what, I wasn't going to leave her.

CHAPTER 4 PT 1

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3KCxW4/

Think you can do this also can in not be tedros. Also can it be like female reader and lesso were already dating

Have a nice day plz

Don't leave me

*Authors note~ I think this TikTok idea is such a good way of spreading awareness of these topics

Trigger warnings~ sexual assault

Prompt~ see ask^^^

Your girlfriend was known to be busy. It was no surprise really that during school days the most you saw of her was at the end of the day. You didn't mind too much, you filled the time with other things you enjoyed, spending some time with Sophie and Agatha, in the library or studying. You were never short of things to do which helped make the time fly. You always looked forward to coming back to snuggle in bed with your girlfriend. Being the librarian for The Schools For Good And Evil definitely had perks, you knew that above all else Leonora would keep you safe and well.

Recently, Leonora had been extremely busy, her Never students causing more issues than Lesso would've liked. After all since the merge the students had to learn new boundaries it made punishments and rules all need to be changed too. Most of that didn't really affect you in the slightest but the fact it was stressing your Leo out made it something you desired to change for her.

It was late one Friday evening as you were getting ready to leave the library when you noticed a student enter. Noticing the uniform, you knew it was a never and the thought of turning them away and ruining what looked to be like some progress you just pottered around letting the student explore what was most likely somewhere they've never been to. You couldn't way to go and tell your girlfriend one of her students was actually in the library. If only you knew. The teen made their way over to you. Of course you thought they were going to ask for help to find someone, that's the logical reason that anyone would assume.

****************Trigger warning*****************

He came out of nowhere, catching you completely off guard. You were powerless against this hooded figure, since when did they put a hood up? They physically overpowered you and you truly didn't know what you could do to get away from the body. Your body shook with fear but adrenaline began to kick in as his hands wondered over your clothed body. They had no interest in your face, truly just out for your body, so much so that they continued to try and turn your head away from them. That's how you got away.

Just as he was about to removed your top you lifted your knee to his Crown Jewels and took the opportunity to run to your safety. Your lungs constricted painfully as your body struggled to achieve a normal breathing rate. You continued to run away from the library until you ran straight to your girlfriends office.

****************Trigger warnings****************

Immediately as soon as you entered the office you collided with a warm body and the panic settled in. "Sweetheart? What's going on?" Lesso murmured confused. "He tried- tried to- to touch me" you sobbed out in a panic, struggling for air. Without batting an eye lid she muttered, "I'll kill him!" The angsty flaring in her now darkened irises. "No, no! Please don't go! Don't go, don't leave me!" You sobbed collapsing against her body, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. "Shhh sweetheart, I'm here. I won't leave. I'm here and your safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Can you breathe with me love?"

It took time but you eventually calmed down in her arms, exhaustion taking over your body as you snuggled closer to your safe place. Just as you were about to give in to sleep, you heard your girlfriend murmur, "I don't know who he is but I'll find him sweetheart and I'll kill him. No one hurts my precious girl and loves to tell the tale to anyone. Leonora would make side of that without a doubt.

Word count~695

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Hold On - Trying Again

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Things have been tough since you split from your wife, Natasha. Now wanting a fresh start elsewhere, Natasha sees what she’s truly losing. Is it too late for her to save what’s left of her family?

| Angst, light fluff | 3.3K | Warnings: None beside you and Nat have two children.

Translation: detka (baby), malenʹkiy prints (little prince), printsessa (princess), YA tebya lyublyu (I love you),

AC: This is my favourite chapter!

Hold On Masterlist

Snow covered the open spaces of your property, the cars almost snowed in. The house was chilli, the windows covered in frost, The white covered tress giving the morning a magical feel. Cuddled up to your wife, Natasha, you wondered how long it would be until the kids came running into the cold bedroom in this warm PJs. The radio clock read 6:52 am, to your surprise the kids had slept in, unlike last year when they were already jumping all over you and Nat a little after 5am.

Your eyes were locked on the bedroom door as you waited patiently for the kids to burst in with their excitement. You felt Nat’s tighten her hold, pulling you closer to her slightly. “Merry Christmas, detka” she whispered in her morning voice. A smile creeped onto your lips as before you turned over to face her, your right hand cupping her face as you stroked her cheek with your thumb softly. “Merry Christmas my love” you replied.

Natasha’s eyes adjusted to being awake, she yawned and let go of you for a second to stretch, she’s never looked more beautiful to you than she did in the mornings when she’s had a good sleep. “The kids are still asleep?!” she said in a surprised tone, her warms wrapping around you once more, her body warmth keeping you toasty.

“I’ve been awake since 6 waiting for them to rush in” you replied with a small playful pout.

“Awe, is my baby more excited than the real babies?” Nat teased.

“You know Christmas is my favourite holiday” you chuckled. Natasha placed a soft kissed on your forehead, “maybe it’s too cold for them too” she points out. “Oh please, I had to bribe our son to wear a jacket yesterday!” reminding Natasha of the situation. Before Natasha could reply you heard the little footsteps of your children down the hall, “Shhh, listen” you gently covered Natasha’s lips with your hand. She smiled under your hand at your own excitement.

“Rwiley I can’t open the door!” you heard Sophie say in an attempt to whisper. You smiled wider and removed your hand from Nat’s lips. “Ready for a big day my love?” you quickly asked. “Always” Nat replied before the door swung open.

“MAMA!! MOMMY!!! SANTA AS BEEN!!” Sophie couldn’t keep her excitement in any longer as she ran over to the big bed, you pulled up on to the bed. Riley jumping on by your feet, “yeah Ma and Mom!! Come on!! Get up!! It’s CHRISTMAS!!! Riley jumped, almost screaming the word Christmas.

Natasha sat up and pulled her son into a big hug, “not until you give us our Christmas hugs!” she reminded the young boy. Sophie was quick to wrap her tiny arms around your neck and hug you the tightest she’s ever hugged anybody “Merwy Chwristmas mama” she said and kissed your cheek serval times, your heart feeling the natural warmth of being loved by your youngest. “Merry Christmas pumpkin” you smiled and placed a kiss on both of her little cheeks.

“Mom let me go!!” Riley giggled, Natasha giving him a tickle, “what are you too big now to hug your mothers?” Nat tickled him more, “Nooo!!” he laughed. The scene making you glad that things were going well with your family once again. Natasha stopped tickling the boy after he begged serval times in tears of laugher, “Merry Christmas my malenʹkiy prints” Natasha places a kiss on his forehead, releasing him from her hold. “Merry Christmas Mom” he hugged her tightly.

“My turn mommy!” Sophie jumped off your lap.

“Come here my little printsessa” Nat opened her arms once Riley moved slightly out of the way. Sophie jumping into her mother’s arms. Riley wiggled over to you and wrapped you into a tight hug. You smiled and hugged him tightly, “Merry Christmas Ma, I love you” he whispered. It’s been a long time since you heard those three little words come him his lips. You hugged him tighter, “I love you my big boy, Merry Christmas” you whispered back.

“Merwy Chwristmas mommy” Sophies little voice spoke to Natasha.

“Can we open the presents Santa left now? Please?” Riley begged with his hands together in a praying position. “How about we let Mama and Mommy make a coffee and turn the heater on first?” Nat suggested. Riley let out a playful groan, “fine! I’ll turn the heater on though!” he jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.

“Mommy there is this many prwesnts under the twree” Sophie looked at Nat, her arms opened as wide as her little arms allowed. “You cheeky little girl, did you have a peek?” Nat smiled while Sophie nodded without shame.

“THE HEATER IS ON!” Riley called loudly.

“That’s our que” you looked to Natasha with an excited smile. Nat chuckled, “go on mama, go make the coffee” she said knowing you were just as excited as the kids were. Seeing them rip open into their gifts will always be one of your favourite highlights of Christmas. With that, you got your slippers on and grabbed your Christmas robe and walked to the kitchen.

“And you my cheeky girl, can you go and put your slippers on? Don’t want your little toes to fall off, do we?”

“No mommy! Don’t be silly” Sophie giggle as Natasha placed her on the floor, she ran to her room and did as asked by her mother.

Once you and Natasha had a warm mug of coffee in your hands, the living room was filled with pure excitement as Riley and Sophie sat on the floor by the tree patiently waiting for their mothers to join them.

“Go on my little munchkins” you gave them the all clear to start. You sat on the sofa next to Natasha, her free arm wrapped around you as the kids started throwing wrapping paper everywhere. Natasha watched how happy you were, “you’re so beautiful” she whispered, catching you off guard, you leant over and placed a kiss on her lips, “you’re beautiful my love” you told her.

“NO WAY!!” Riley called, “MA MOM LOOK!!” He held up a basketball jersey of his favourite team, the Brooklyn Nets. “It even has my favourite player’s number!!! Thanks Santa!!” he added with a big smile and returned to opening the next gift.

“Soph, baby, why don’t you rip into that big present” Nat suggested. Riley gently placed any gift that read “To Sophie, love Santa” next to her as she was still learning to read.

“Okay mommy” she smiled before crawling over to the large gift.

“YES!!” Riley jumped, “a Brooklyn Nets hoodie!!” he added more so to himself. “Can I swear this today?” he looked at you and Natasha. “Of course, bug” you smiled.

“Mommy can you please help me?” Sophie turned back with begging eyes. Natasha smiled and handed you her coffee to hold in the meantime. Nat picked Sophie up and helped her rip of the gift wrap that she was too short to reach. “What is it baby?” you asked her. She took a moment to look at the gift, her eyes lit up “It’s a doll house!!” she smiled widely. “Look Rwiley! Santa got me a doll house” she looked to her brother. “That’s so cool and big!” Riley replied.

Once the kids had finished opening all gifts that we labelled “From Santa” it was time you and Natasha gave them the gifts that were labelled from you both. Most the gifts were new books, some arts and craft stuff and little things that made them excited.

“Now, this present is for the both of you” Natasha said before handing them a cylinder-shaped gift. “Open it together” she adds. Riley was nice enough and allowed Sophie to do most of the ripping. Once opened, Riley unrolled the big blue paper then looked up at you and Natasha confused. Sophie went back to playing with her new dolls.

“What is it?” he asked.

“That is a blueprint” Nat replied.

“A blueprint for what?”

“Do you remember when you asked Ma if you could have a tree house?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s you and your sister’s treehouse. Once the snow clears up and it’s not so cold what do you say about you and I building it?”

Riley’s face lit up with excitement once again, “really?!”

“Of course, but you have to remember it’s also for Soph as well”

“Thank you, mom and mama!” Riley jumped off the floor to hug you both, “I love it!” he adds.

“I’m glad baby” you smiled.

“Look Soph! we have a tree house” he returns to the floor to show his sister the blueprint. “I can’t wait to show Tommy, Billy and Nathaniel!” he adds.

“You guys can play with your new toys for a while, but we do have the whole family coming over today for Christmas lunch, so we need to clean up all this mess soon, okay?” Natasha spoke.

“Yes mom!” Riley replied. Sophie was in her own world, playing with her new toys.

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Christmas music played softly in the background as you started cooking the many dishes for lunch, the turkey was in the oven, the potatoes were coming to a boil, the vegetables were getting prepared for roasting, the gravy was put to the side to make closer to lunch, two large dining tables were set and ready – all that was left was to make a few side dishes and lay them out on the serving tables you’d set up.

Natasha was busy in Sophie’s room putting together her doll house, Riley was playing one of his new video games and you were sure that Sophie was doing her best to help her mommy build her new favourite toy. Rooster on the other hand, he sat by your feed cleaning up any scrapped food that fell to his watering mouth, at least that was one less mess you had to tidy you thought.

“AUNTIE LENA IS HERE!” Riley called from the living room after peeking out the window. “Can you unlock the front door please bug?” you called back, your entire focus was making sure lunch would be ready by the time the rest of the extended family arrived.

“Where are my favourite niece and nephew?!” Yelena’s thick Russian accent floated through the house. “Hi auntie Lena!” Riley turned his game off to hug her, “Merry Christmas!” he adds. “Merry Christmas, kid! Where’s your sister? I have gifts” she smiles. “She’s in her room with Mom, they are building her new doll house”

“HA! Natasha building a doll house, never would have thought” Yelena chuckles. “I’ll have you know she’s loving it” you smiled as you entered the living room, “Merry Christmas Yelena” you added before hugging her, even though she wasn’t fond of hugs you still made sure to let her know you loved her, she’s your sister-in-law. “Merry Christmas, Y/n” she replied after the hug.

“Auntie Le!!” Sophie came running. “There she is!” Yelena kneeled with open arms to hug her little niece. “Mommy is building my new doll house, come look” Sophie adds before taking Yelena’s hand, pulling her towards her bedroom.

“Can I help with lunch Ma?” Riley’s question took you by surprise as you turned to face him, “really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re making everything by yourself” he explains.

“I’d love for you to help; do you want me to show you how I make the mash potato you love so much?”

“Yes!!”

Once the potatoes had boiled, you drained the water and showed Riley how to mash them. He got excited with the idea of smashing something. “Make sure there are no lumps” you spoke as he used the masher.

“Soph’s doll house is all built” Nat said as her and Yelena walked into the large kitchen. “Well done” you smirked.

The whole team shortly arrived as you and Natasha were placing the freshly cooked food on the severing table. Wanda had brought along some pie she made, Pepper and Tony brought some home-made goodies as well as drinks.

“All this looks amazing you guys!” Laura complimented as everybody started to talk their seats. “Thank you, I just hope it taste near as good as it looks” you laughed.

“We don’t have this stuff in Asgard so I am sure it will be great!” Thor says in his deeper voice, surprised he came to Christmas dinner. Melina and Alexei arrived just in time for lunch, the kids jumping of their seats to greet their grandparents.

As you sat looking at the many people in your new home your eyes travelled to Natasha whose eyes were glowing, almost as if she was about to cry. She was happy, her entire family were here, the avengers, Melina, and Alexei, you and the kids, your family and friends, for the first time in many years this was a normal Christmas that Natasha wished for when she was younger and in Red Room. She caught you looking at her and smiled.

Scott was the first to ask if it was time to eat, not that you were surprised. “Of course, everybody dig in” you smiled. Everybody grabbed their plates and lined up to grab a serving of food. Natasha made sure to get Sophie a plate of her favourite things and placed it at the kids table for her. You waited for everybody to get their food before you did.

Once you seated, Tony stood him his hair and held his drink in the air. “I know some of us don’t believe in religion, but I think it’s safe to say we are all thankful to be here today” he starts, “Y/n and Natasha, thank you for hosting this Christmas lunch, it’s not often we all get to come together like this with our families and friends”

“Daddy sit down!” Morgan called, causing laughter to fill the room. “Well, I’ve been told” Tony chuckled, “I just wanted to say you are all family” he finishes before sitting back down. “Thank you, Tony, that was lovely” you smiled.

Lunch was filled with conversation and laughter, the kids got along perfectly, and the food was amazing. After lunch, there was more gift giving, Riley was quick to show the other boys the blueprint to the tree house and the new video games he got. Sophie had fallen asleep while sitting in Natasha’s lap, drool left Natasha’s shoulder damp. “Here, I’ll put her to bed” you suggested, and Natasha helped you take the three-year-old from her lap.

Lunch soon turned into dinner, everybody grabbing a fresh plate of leftovers from lunch, this was one of the longest time periods everybody was together without any treats from the outside world. After the success of today, you knew that Christmas was more important to you than ever before, it was now your own little mission to somehow bring everybody together like this again.

“Uncle Thor can I hold your Mjolnir? Please?” Riley asked.

“Are you strong enough for it little dude?”

Loki laughed at the interaction. “I’m really strong!” Riley argued.

“Alright then, be my guest” Thor says, placing the Mjolnir on the floor for Riley.

The young boy tried with all this strength and will, but the Mjolnir didn’t budge. “I don’t understand! Why won’t it move?” Riley asked after giving up. Thor went on to answer your son’s question which only upset him. “I’m not worthy?” he asks. Thor panicked and looked to Natasha for help, “No love, you are too worthy of it” she said which seemed to help. Riley soon returned to playing with the others, “you should really think about what you say to my son” Natasha joked to Thor.

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It was late, everybody had just left and now it was time for bed and clean up.

“Riley, honey, could you please go brush your teeth and get ready for bed” you pooped your head into his room as he put all his new gifts away. “Yes Ma” he smiled. You wandered into the living room where Natasha and Sophie were snuggled watching Ice Age, Sophie was exhausted after her nap, dinner, and an overall big day. “Babe, I’m going to start washing up” you said softly. “I’ll put Soph to bed when she’s asleep” Nat smiled at you.

You loaded the dishwasher with as many dishes as it would hold before filling the sink with warm water to hand wash the ones that didn’t fit.

“Ma, can you please tuck me in?” Riley came into the kitchen in his Christmas PJs.

“I sure can” you smiled, “come on” you added and followed him to his bedroom. He got into bed, you made sure he was tucked in and all snug before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Did you have a good day?” you asked him with a smile. “The best!” he replied.

“I’m glad, you were such a good boy and thank you for making sure Soph was included in your games”

“She’s my baby sister, she’s actually really cool”

“I’ll remember that in a few years” you chuckled. “Goodnight my love” you stood up from his bed. “Ma?”

“Yes bug?”

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you when Mom left”

The apology came out of nowhere, almost making you want to cry. “It’s okay bug, Mama should never have let Mommy leave” you kissed his cheek, “now get some sleep, I’ll make some pancakes in the morning” you added.

“Goodnight Ma, I love you” he said as you turned off his light. “I love you too bug” you smiled before closing his door.

Returning to the dishes and wrapping up the left-over food to place in the fridge, you soon felt Natasha’s arms wrap around you from behind “Hi you” you smiled, leaning into her hold. “Hi detka” she whispered, kissing your cheek, “leave the rest of the dishes for the morning, I’ll do them before you get up” she adds.

“If I do them now, they’ll be done and that’s one less mess to clean up tomorrow” you pointed out. “Very true but, I have your gift waiting”

“Natty, you already gave me my gift” you smiled.

“Not this one” she adds, “come on, come to the living room” she releases you from her hold. You gave in and followed her to the living room, there was a shoe box sized gift on the coffee table with your name on it. Natasha sat down on the sofa and waited for you to open the gift.

She watched as your brows slightly frowned once you opened the box. “I save every little thing we’ve done and shared over the years” she starts, “the receipt from our first date, the pamphlet from the jewellery store when I brought your engagement ring, the doctors letter confirming both pregnancies, I saved it all” she adds.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked through everything, years’ worth of memories and love, everything that was ever important to Natasha about your relationship lived in this box. “Natalia” you spoke softly. Nat slid off the sofa and sat next to you on the floor, placing her hands over yours. “I never want to lose you again, ever. You have given me everything I could ever need and more, you gave me a life I never thought was possible. If I ever lose you again, I couldn’t live with myself. Y/n, YA tebya lyublyu” she looked into your eyes. The tears that built up in yours finally released, streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much my Natalia, I’m so glad I went to that stupid party all those years ago” you chuckled slightly, “I’m sorry for what I put you through” you added.

“Stop apologising detka, you did what you thought was right and it was because look at us now, stronger than ever” she wipes your tears. “Pain only makes us stronger, right?” you smiled softly, “right” she kisses your lips tenderly.

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