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Second Chance (3)

John 'Soap' MacTavish x reader

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Chapter 3: Beyond the Grave

Second Chance Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, f!reader, afab!reader MNDI. smut, p in v, mostly fluff.

dividers by: @cafekitsune

"(Y/n), get away from the fire."

It's that way Johnny growls out his demand that has you jump. You take a step back, pouting with a stick and marshmallow in front of you.

You and Soap had returned from home after a grocery run not long ago, and you passed by the marshmallows with a gleam in your eye.

Not having to beg too much, Johnny agreed to set up a fire in the backyard. The only condition he gave you was that you weren't allowed to tend to the fire. No putting in wood, no cutting wood, no starting it, no nothing.

Nothing bad happened from a fire in the past, but he knows fire. Soap can handle it.

"I just wanna-"

"I said no."

You can't help the glare you send his way, and much to both of your surprises he holds the look right back.

In any other case he wouldn't start fight over this, but he was very adment. "Oh?" You whisper. "You said no?"

"That's right."

"Oh well, I guess it's settled huh?"

Soap squints his eyes at you, uncrossing his leg and and shifting his body towards you. You knew that look. He was getting ready to pounce.

"Oh fine!" You sigh, marching back to sit down next to your husband. "You win."

The sergeant grins, sipping his beer and pulling you into his side. "Good."

Since the change, he's come to realize how much he loves spoiling you. Sure he did it in his past lives but to his sheepish knowledge he only did so to win over your heart as an apology for his mistakes.

Missed a date? He bought you a new pair of shoes.

Didn't do the dishes? He bought you flowers.

Left the house a mess while you were out and he wasn't even home towards the end? Bought you a nice and pricey necklace.

Soap took the phrase 'diamonds are a girl's best friend' a bit too literal there.

But the only spoiling he needed to do with you was never gift-giving. No. It was acts of service that made you swoon. In fact, it's how he got you to fall for him in the first place.

Although that's not to say you don't like presents.

"Something is going on in town tomorrow." You grin at him as you bring the marshmallow out of the licks of fire. You gently blow on it before pointing it at Soap, who grabs half of a graham cracker from its box in the shopping bag. "I was thinking we could go."

Soap hums, finishing the smores he made you before trading it for the stick you were using.

You take a bite. Chewing momentarily before glancing back up at Soap. "Johnny?"

He sighs, blinking into the fire before speaking. "Too many people."

You pout. "It sounds fun though. There'll be music, and like a farmers market-"

"Bonnie we've just gone to the grocery-"

You groan loudly, cutting off his explanation."JOhnNyyyy!"

You stand up just to straddle him where he sits, sitting on your knees and sliding a hand behind his neck just as his free hand slides up you hip.

"I'm asking you on a date, dammit."

oh.

John sighs. A sheepish smile forming on his lips as he takes another sip of beer.

Asking him on a date wasn't uncommon. When you were dating. When the two of you married it seemed common for him to tell you to dress up because 'I'm taking ye out.'

Before things went south he would determine where he would take you based on how you dressed. Eventually he just stopped all together.

Perhaps you asking him is a sign of change. The good kind for that matter.

"Alright then..." He places his drink on the wooden table next to him, pulling you closer to himself. The fire behind you caused a beautiful orange aura around your frame. "When are we going?"

You grin pressing your lips against his with a giggle. You pull back and maneuver yourself back to his side, his arm returning to your shoulders. "Well, I'll pick you up at-"

"Wait." He sighs. "No. No no. When am I going to pick ye up."

"But I'm the one who asked!" You argue.

"Aye but I'm the one that promised to cherish ye. Til death do us part."

You sigh again, resting your chin on his shoulder. "But you do that all the time."

This is also true. Course at this moment you would never know it's because Soap met his unfortunate death, while you stayed here, alone. Alone, and unloved.

Unloved, and angry.

Angry, and wanting nothing to do with Johnny.

He'll be damned if he lets that happen again.

"I will cherish ye until my dying breath, mo leannan."

Out of the corner of his eye, he see's your head facing his own still, as he stares into the fire. After a minute, he rips his view away to your peering orbs. Your brows are furrowed with worry, and he can see you've begun to fiddle with your hands.

"What is it?" He asks, his hand reaching over to swipe at your lip.

When you don't answer, he presses on with a small hum, leaning in to kiss you on your forehead. "Tell me, princess."

You blink, glancing at the fire before taking a deep breath. "You're okay...right?"

Now it was his turn to frown. "Of course. Never been better."

"Promise?"

He tilts his head, bringing turning his torso so he gives his full attention to you. "What's going on in that head of yers?"

"I'm just worried. Not that you know I don't like being treated like a princess or anything." You let out a shaky laugh. "I just...I don't want you to think that you have to worry about me."

"Lass, what're ye saying?"

You stand, begining to pace around the patio in front of him. With a small chuckle, he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, as he drops his head while you ramble.

"I just...I just don't want you to feel like you have to take care of everything. You've already done so much I mean just look at this house. You take care of the maintenance, you take care of the cars, hell I don't have to work many hours cause you're handling it all. I just wanted to spoil you-"

"Bonnie-"

He picks his head up and watches as you pause your pacing. "If ye walk any more ye'll burn a hole in the floor. Come here."

You walk over and slip your hand in his. As soon as his fingers wrap around your hand he picks it up towards you. "Do ye see this?"

Soap motions to your ring. A beautiful, round, white sapphire with two tiny ones of the same design only smaller on either side. The silver band had a small engraving. "Forevermore"

You nod at your ring, as he picks up his own hand to you. "See this?'

He watches you nod again. He scoots off of the cushioned patio bench and kneels before you. Just like four years ago. In your own time of course.

"I made a promise to ye. In front of our family and friends. That I'd cherish ye. Protect ye. Love ye. Till death do us part. Till I'm dead and buried in the ground and I'm sorry."

You tilt your head, confused. Before you can say anything he continues.

"I lied." With a tug, he pulls you down to kneel with him. He cups your face in his big and calloused hands. "I love ye even after death. Even after I've been put down. I'll protect ye and fight tooth and nail to walk this earth beside ye. My soul cannae be away from ye leannan. I can't-"

You feel his thumbs rub over your cheeks, swiping at tears that you didn't even realize begin to fall.

"I can't stand not being with ye. I've seen a part of me that's not treated ye well. I won't...I cannae make the same mistake twice."

There is a silence.

A silence that is only broken by the cracking of the fire beside you.

But a silence.

Your hands slide up his own, cupping his hands against your face.

"You said..." You swallow, taking a deep breath. "You said you love me after death."

Soap doesn't say anything. He waits for you to continue, but nods anyway.

"You said it like...like you already died."

Another crack of the fire breaks through the air. And you watch as the orange glow lights one side, which shows pure adoration and love. Yet shadows the other, that shows fear and something else so dark you honestly couldn't explain it.

Without another word, your husband leans into your face, pecks your lips, and embraces you.

"Please don't die..." He hears you whimper.

The crack in your voice just about sends him straight into his own personal hell.

The house is quiet. The fire had long since been put out, groceries put away, and now the two of you find yourself in a comfortable silence.

Occasionally, he's catching you staring at him. The same vice versa. It would lead to more hugging, and kissing, and then it would return to your normal night routine.

You wash your face, rubbing the soap in and trying to avoid splashing water everywhere when you finish. As you pat your face dry, you make eye contact with Johnny at the doorway behind you. He wears his pajama bottoms, his shirt in his hands and upper half on full display to you.

You try your best to fight off a smile, flushing with shyness. "You need to stop staring at me like that."

A deep rumble comes from his chest. "Like what, sweetheart?"

"Like you're going to eat me."

You continue on. Toner spilling onto your cotton pad, you swipe it around your face as Johnny walks up behind you and slips his arm around your center.

"I could." He sighs out. "Could make ye come undone all over again."

He presses little kisses on your neck, his lips going from one side to another as you try to apply your moisturizer. "Johnny." You warn.

Not that it does anything.

...

"Oh! Fuck!"

The bed creaks with consistent movement, banging against the wall every few seconds as you try your best not to have it damage the paint. It doesn't really matter though. Your nearest neighbors are a whole field away.

"Come on, bonnie. Fuckin give it to me."

Fingers are pressing into your flesh as they drag you back onto his length. You can feel a perfect stretch everytime he bottoms out, your legs twitching around him.

You can't tell what time it is, or even how long you've been going at it.

But you can tell this time is different.

It's so primal. Like he's starving. Like he won't see you for a while. Which is true.

Because after this he'll be taking off. He'll be on another mission for few months. You'll have maybe a few more days but what does that fucking matter.

The only thing you care about is how close he can be to you while he thrusts into your cunt. Your hands slip over his back, nails raking down his skin, earning a groan from Johnny. He plants his hands right next to your head to gain a much better angle.

"Hold still. Be good for me, bonnie." he whispers in your ear. It's not too long before he begins to piston in and out of you, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing down on him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You can hear skin on skin slapping together every time his hips meet yours. It brings whimpers and cries of pleasure through your throat.

"Johnny please. Please I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me. Cum for this cock ye love so fuckin- f-fuck!"

Soap buries his face into your neck, loud groans ripping from his throat as you tense and brace every limb around his frame, sighing your moans into his ears. You're pressing his lower half into you, feeling him fill you up to his heart's content.

You think he'll pull away, that he'll let you get up, get cleaned up, and you'd hold each other till you fell asleep.

But his hands find themselves gliding under your waist. John kneels up, trying hard to not slip out of you. As he falls back to sit on his calves, you find your lower half raised up, and his arm is bracing against the headboard.

"Johnny- what are you-"

Your sentence is cut off by another moan, as you feel him thrusting hard into you. Your husband lets out a choked laugh, a huge grin on his face as he speaks.

"Yer going to give me another. Fill ye up till yer fuckin dripping for me."

...

Your dead asleep when Soap hears the tapping from the bathroom. At first he ignores it.

But it gets louder.

And louder.

He stays put anyway and drags his fingertips along your back. He thinks maybe the knocking is just in his head. But the tapping turns into pounding.

It's when you begin to stir that he realizes it's in fact not just in his head.

"What is that?" You sigh, eyes still closed.

John feels his voice get caught before he mutters out, "tree branch." and tries to slip out of the bed.

It's not like the tree next to your window hasn't done the same tapping. In fact he was praying that it really was the tree branch and it really was just nothing to worry about.

Not willing to meet the captain in his birthday suit, he slips on his pajama pants from the floor, glancing over to you once more and seeing that you begin to wake.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back. Back to sleep with ye."

With a small kiss to your temple, you obey him and turn to the other direction away from the bathroom on the other side of your room.

He watches you for a moment. Not noticing that the tapping stopped. Until it began again. He's silently marching to the bathroom and swinging it open by the knob, staring into the mirror in the dark room.

Were he expects to see a difference in the the shadow in front of him, it moves and breaths the same way he does. It copies his arm as he reaches over for the light switch.

When the lights come up he's starign at himself. His own face. Not Captain MacTavish. Sergeant MacTavish.

He expects the room to breath. Or some kind of sign that he's about to meet his messenger. But it never comes.

Soap enters the bathroom and shuts the door. He walks up tot he sink counter, resting his fists against the cool tile as he stares down his reflection.

"What do ye want?" He whispers.

The reflection asks the same thing at the same time.

"Ye called me here. What do ye want?"

Silence.

Soap begins to take deeper breaths, waiting for a response and unintentionally slamming his fist against the counter. He looks around to throw something, but given that you're asleep, he ops to chuck the hand towel into the shower. Which in turn knocks over some of the shampoo bottles.

With a curse, he turns on the sink to splash cold water on his face.

The water runs for a bit before he lowers his face down and cups his hand into the water stream. The cold water wakes him more than he expected.

He hears the door open behind him but he doesn't feel the need to check who it is as he reaches for the towel handing beside him.

"Go back to bed. It's nothing-" When he opens his eyes, his blood freezes at the sight before him.

A woman is standing there, but he can't say it's you. Even if she looks almost exactly like you.

She has your length of hair, the same texture, the same build, the same nose and lips. But her eyes weren't yours. And the dress she wore was most definitely not yours.

To add to that, everything about her was floating. It took him a second to register it like she was floating in water, and not in air.

The way the strands of hair float with a bounce to them, the dress flowing like a slow-motion flag in the wind.

She blinks at him, and he stands there frozen in fear. His military training is only starting to kick in at the second he can tell it isn't you. But when she opens her mouth, he hears you.

"Johnny?"

Quickly he turns, preparing for the woman to attack, to scream at him, for this to be just another nightmare and he'll wake up in your arms. He turns around and it's you. You were in your robe, hair still a mess from your activities. "Jesus Christ, what's gotten into you?" You sigh.

He doesn't move as your hands slide around his middle, your chin resting on his chest. "Baby, talk to me. Let me help you."

Soap doesn't realize his heart's beating out of his chest, but it really doesn't matter as he thinks that whatever was calling from the mirror might've not been calling to him.

No. It might've been calling to you.

The sun is at its highest when the two of you get to his mother's house. It's been about a week since the mirror incident and Soap still has yet to tell you what he saw. It most definitely caused some tension. You worried for your husband, and he can tell.

Children are running among themselves as they pass by the two of you, quickly saying hello before screaming off together.

The older kids properly greet you, some focused on their phones or the television that's playing their video games as they yell at one another.

It's when you get to the kitchen you can set down a plate with the dish you brought for Soap's goodbye dinner.

Soap is right behind you, hugging each one of his sisters and planting a kiss on his mother's head as she fishes out some cutlery for the dinner table. Amelia always loves to have people over at her house.

"Oh good ye both are here!" She smiles at you. "(Y/n) could ye help Ada set up the table please?"

With a tight lip smile and small glance at Soap you nod, taking more plates to the dining room.

"Mam, ye know they don't get along-" Soap mutters before his mother waves him off. "Oh it's only for a few moments."

Still, he glances in the direction you disappeared to right as Clyde enters the kitchen.

"Johnny!" He grins, holding his hand out to drag Soap into an embrace. "Happy to see the both of ye after the mess we left in yer house."

Soap laughs, grabbing your food tray to help bring out, "ah well, nothing a board and some duct tape wouldnae fix."

The two men make their way to the dining room, the large table set up for these special dinner locations. Since all of Johnny's sisters and Johnny himself moved out, Amelia never found use for the table, and Soap's father surely didn't want it out of the house so it stayed in the dining room while she would eat in the kitchen by herself.

The MacTavish children always found themselves back in their old home. The growing numbers constantly reminded everyone why the table stayed instead of being removed. It works out in the end.

Soap walks up behind you as you place the final plate down. "Yes, John?"

"Oi-" He sputters, "Don't do that."

You giggle, hearing his accent gruff and genuinely concerned. "That's your name!"

"'That's yer name' I don't care!" he mocks your voice with the highest pitch he can muster.

He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you back and kissing your cheek. "Am I in trouble?"

"No."

"Then it's Johnny to ye."

The two of you hear a loud sigh to your right. Johnny looks up to see Ada staring at you with distain. "Do ye have to dae that here? Honestly?"

You bite your tongue, instead offering a (forced) smile. "Sorry, Ada. I'll keep it in the bedroom."

"Aye, that would be lovely." She responds with the same sickly tone.

Soap sighs as she passes the both of you. He watches as she turns the corner and pecks your head again. "She's only-"

"Joking. I know I know." You state, sadly. "It's just stupid the way she never seems to grow out of that shit."

He presses his lips together, not commentin gmore on his sisters behavior. "Hey." He grabs your attention by lifting your chin up with his finger. "Look at me."

You smile softly when your eyes meet his. "I meant what I said. Nothings going to stop me from showing everyone how much I love ye. Alright?"

A grin appears to your face, eyes will full adoration. "Alright."

"Besides. Today's about me. I'd like ye to let me show my love and affection to ye. Make sure everyone knows just who I'm coming home to."

Soap watches you roll your eyes, and feels your hand grasp his chin as you lean to him to kiss him. "I love you."

"I love ye too. Now let's eat. I'm starving."

A/n: this was more of a fluff chapter. thx for reading.

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