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reasonsmandy · 11 months

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Give me my keys

Josh Whitehouse x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i need something cute with josh 😭 (I don't have a prompt for this --)

✧.* summary — After the rush of work, you finally kill the longing.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 1.8k

✧.* 🏡 — Josh's Whitehouse

The soft rays of the early morning sun seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow upon the cozy bedroom. Josh's eyes fluttered open, the lingering remnants of sleep dissipating as he became aware of the weight pressed against his side. He shifted slightly, feeling the familiar presence of your body against his.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked down at the woman he had missed so dearly. Your tousled hair cascaded over the pillow, and your peaceful expression filled him with a sense of contentment that only you could bring. The comfy sheet they had shared throughout the night wrapped around them both, cocooning them in its warmth and comfort.

In that moment, as he gazed upon you, all the time they had spent apart faded into insignificance. The weeks they had been separated while he was shooting Daisy Jones seemed like an eternity, but now, with her by his side, everything felt right again. The joy in his heart swelled, overwhelming any lingering traces of weariness.

Josh's fingers gently traced the curve of your cheek, marveling at the softness of your skin. His touch elicited a gentle stirring, and your eyes fluttered open, revealing the depths of your love for him. A soft, drowsy smile graced your lips as your gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between you.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and adoration. The sound of his voice, tinged with happiness and relief, resonated throughout the room.

Your eyes sparkled with affection as you replied in a voice still laced with sleep, "Good morning, love."

The crumpled face of someone who had just woken up from him was adorable, you couldn't contain the smile that was born on your face and you held his face to kiss him. He takes your hand to your waist, gently caressing your skin underneath his shirt you wore to sleep, your body lit up like a flame with his touch, One of her hands goes down to his chest, pulling him close affectionately.

"Don't go away from me anymore." You whisper after the kiss, pressing your forehead to his. "I missed you so much."

He laughs weakly, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I missed you a lot too, you are my heart."

You walk away from him sitting up in bed excited for the day next to him, "Come on prince, let's have breakfast." You say pulling his hand off the bed.

With a smile spreading across his face, Josh basked in the gentle morning light, still adjusting to the brightness. He knew mornings weren't your favorite, but seeing your excitement and eagerness to make the most of the day next to him filled him with joy. As you playfully tugged at his shirt, ensuring it draped perfectly on your body, he couldn't help but admire your effortless beauty.

Slipping on his slippers, Josh followed you downstairs, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you moving about the kitchen. His house had always felt like a sanctuary, a place where you belonged, and he cherished the way you found comfort and happiness within its walls. Leaning against the railing at the foot of the stairs, he took a moment to appreciate the enchanting sight before him.

Your hair was tousled, the strands falling haphazardly around your face, and your blouse carried the faint wrinkles of a restful slumber. To Josh, these imperfections only added to your allure, stirring a rush of affection within him. He silently marveled at the way your presence filled the room with an indescribable warmth and radiance.

As you gathered ingredients and utensils with enthusiasm, a sense of tranquility settled over Josh's heart. He relished the intimate moments like these, where the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of love and contentment.

Unable to contain his admiration any longer, Josh made his way towards you, his steps light yet purposeful. He wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer to him, and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"Give the orders madam, I'm here." He says undoing the hug in a playful tone, you shake your head.

"You and I are going to make an omelet, because I'm too lazy to make a complex breakfast." You say shrugging and he bursts out laughing, nodding his head.

As you and Josh stood side by side, the ingredients for the omelet laid out before you, a sense of playfulness filled the air. You couldn't help but smile mischievously as you grabbed an egg and held it up, challenging Josh with a twinkle in your eye.

"Alright, Mr. Charming, let's see who can crack the eggs without getting any shells in the bowl. Ready?"

Josh's laughter filled the room as he accepted the challenge, his competitive spirit ignited.

"Oh, it's on! Prepare to witness the flawless technique of a true egg-cracking master!"

You both took your positions, eggs in hand, and on the count of three, you both tapped the eggs against the edge of the bowl, trying to crack them open with finesse. Giggles erupted as a small fragment of shell ended up in Josh's bowl.

"One point for me!" You open a proud smile, crossing your arms.

"Oh, it's not over yet. Let's see if you can handle the whisking." He says tickling you and you try to dodge him.

With an air of determination, you grabbed the whisk and began vigorously beating the eggs. Josh, ever the playful one, snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, joining in on the whisking action.

You feel his breath on your neck, making you shiver "Hey, no cheating! You're distracting me." you whisper.

"I'm just adding a little extra love to the mix." He kisses your neck with every word spoken.

His playful banter made you laugh, and together you continued to whisk the eggs, the rhythm of your movements synchronizing effortlessly.

As you poured the mixture into a hot pan, Josh took on the role of the "flip master." With a flick of his wrist, he expertly flipped the omelet, earning impressed applause from you.

"Look at you!" You say in a fancier voice, "We could open a restaurant, you know?"

He smiles in agreement, "But there are still a few things left." He points to the ingredients you separated.

You both grabbed handfuls of colorful bell peppers, diced onions, and freshly chopped herbs, sprinkling them onto the omelette. As you worked side by side, the kitchen filled with the delightful aroma of sizzling vegetables.

In between the cooking, you couldn't resist stealing playful glances and stealing kisses, the shared joy and love infusing every moment.

With breakfast prepared and appetites ready, you and Josh decided to take your meal outside, to the swing that occupied a special spot in his backyard. The sun had risen higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the surroundings as you settled onto the swing together, a sense of tranquility embracing the air.

As you sat side by side, legs curled up and plates balanced on your laps, you couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over you. The gentle swaying motion of the swing mirrored the rhythm of your conversation, creating a soothing melody that harmonized with the chirping of birds in the distance.

With each bite of the delectable omelette, you and Josh exchanged stories, dreams, and plans for the future. The morning breeze carried your laughter and words, blending them with the symphony of nature around you.

As you gazed into each other's eyes, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the occasional "mmms" and nods of agreement as you savored the flavors. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little sanctuary.

Lost in the beauty of the moment, you couldn't help but marvel at the way the sunlight danced on Josh's face, illuminating his features and accentuating the love in his eyes. You reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering against his skin.

Josh sighs, watching you tenderly, "I would give anything to be with you like this every day."

You intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the warmth and security of his touch. You bring your gaze to him curiously, waiting for him to continue what he had to say.

He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes as if he wants to work up the courage for something. "Don't you want to live with me?"

You turn around looking straight into those eyes you were so passionate about, "Are you sure what you're asking of me?"

He holds your face in both of his hands, as if you were the greatest treasure in his life, and anyone looking into his eyes right now would know that you were. "I've never been so sure."

As Josh's hands cradle your face, his touch gentle yet filled with an unwavering devotion, your heart skips a beat. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the two of you in this moment of pure connection and love.

With a tender smile gracing your lips, you close the distance between you, closing your eyes as your lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss. It's a kiss that speaks volumes, conveying all the emotions and desires that words could never fully capture.

In that precious moment, time seems to stand still. The taste of his lips is a sweet symphony, a melody that resonates with the depth of your love. The warmth of his breath against your skin ignites a fire within you, a flame that burns brighter with each passing second.

Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the connection. The kiss becomes an embrace of souls, a dance of intertwining passion and tenderness.

Lost in the embrace, you can feel the love radiating from every fiber of his being. His lips mold perfectly against yours, a testament to the harmony you've found in each other. It's a kiss that speaks of promises kept, of a shared future filled with endless love and unwavering support.

As the kiss comes to a gentle close, you both linger, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling. In that brief moment of silence, you know that your love is a force that can weather any storm, a bond that will only grow stronger with time.

With a shared smile and eyes filled with unspoken words, you hold each other, knowing that this kiss was just the beginning of a lifetime of shared kisses, of stolen moments that would forever be etched in your hearts.

"Give me my keys." You playfully hold out your hands, he chuckles pulling you closer.

"I fucking love you." He whispers, hugging you tight.

And in that embrace, on that swing, you find solace in the certainty of your love. For in his arms, you've discovered a home—a place where love thrives, dreams flourish, and every kiss becomes a testament to the profound connection that binds you together.

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part IV.

GIF: Originally posted by @sic-vita

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hey there, apologies for the delays with this one, I was at a wedding over the weekend. Parasomnia update for this week: I hallucinated that my partner was pouring a tube of 'blue snot' on me! @silverhart93 Thank you for your suggestion of trying lavender and chamomile to help with my sleep problems, I've included them in this chapter too as well as my own bedtime routine <3

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The dream that Morpheus chose for you was close to perfection.

In fact, the only thing that would have pushed the dream from an A grade to an A* would have been if the Dream King himself was there with you. You had a myriad of things you wanted to know more about and only his input could satiate that desire.

You find yourself in a space that is the epitome of cosiness and safety.

The walls are painted in a pale sage green hue. Botanical prints adorn the calming background, the watercolour medium both soft and intricate.

A stack of logs smoulder in the hearth, producing a delightful warmth and a soothing crackle.

The scents of lavender and chamomile float in the air, emitted from a candle that sits on the stone base of the fireplace.

You find an abundance of blankets and cushions and pillows in a trunk positioned behind the sofa. You excitedly run your hands over them, disturbing a clean fragrance as you do so.

You select a number of items and begin to enhance the already inviting sofa. From the moment you sink into its embrace, you decide that this is the closest you will ever get to sitting on a cloud.

You roll on your side, pulling a grey blanket closer to your body. Fingertips trail across the knitted surface; the tactile sensation makes you sigh contentedly.

There’s a mug of something on the coffee table next to you. You pick up the light blue coloured earthenware receptacle and sip tentatively at the steaming liquid. Your favourite type of tea lights up your taste buds, you hum happily and drink more before lying back on the meticulously arranged cushions.

In your reclined position, you can see the charming exposed beams of the cottage’s ceilings. The wood is warm in colour, a mirror to the warm beverage-induced pink flush you feel in your cheeks.

It starts to rain outside. A fine drizzle at first, progressing into a steady patter. It has always been one of your most-loved sounds and you would often wish for its lullaby when sleep evaded you, even in childhood.

After finishing your drink, you stand up and stretch. You wander over to the window and peer through one of the panes. Raindrops streak down the glass, their impacts sounding even more calming now that you are closer to the source.

Beyond the tiny rivers on the windows, there are rolling hills. They stretch out as far as your eyes can see with a carpet of emerald green.

You return to your sofa nook and discover a newly materialised bowl of dried fruit and nuts, and a stack of books. The volume from the mountain dream tops the pile. Your initial reaction is an amused smirk; your request to have it returned has actually been fulfilled. Your emotions then turn to down a more mushy avenue.

Morpheus had done all this for you.

His attention to detail was truly impressive. There was something to stimulate every sense. Essentials to take care of your basic human needs. New additions to the space to keep your interest piqued. The dream had you completely encapsulated.

You flick through the book to find the right page and read in contentment for hours, grazing on the snacks and enjoying the sound of the storm.

At one point, out the corner of your eye, you see movement through the window. A brief second passes where you are certain that it is Morpheus. But by the time you have turned your head to properly check, there is nothing there.

Your thoughts rest on him for a while. The way he had described your nightmares as a plague, the expression on his face as he admitted that he did not know their cause; he was clearly concerned.

It sounded as if he believed there to be something wrong with the mechanics of your dreamscapes. You were unconvinced. The voice in the back of your head said your subconscious was punishing you for your actions in the waking world and there was nothing to be done about it.

You guess you would find out soon enough though.

When you wake, you feel less spaced out and fuzzy. Clearly some cerebral repair had been achieved.

You reach for the phone on your bedside table.

10:37am.

You laugh, you haven't slept in this late since your teenage growth spurt days. It is such a relief to you that it is a Saturday; there is no way you could use a call from the King of Dreams as an excuse for being late to work.

The sunlit portion of your day is quiet. You eat, you clean, you go for a walk and you think about Morpheus.

You realise then that he has totally enraptured you.

The closer you get to bedtime, the more restless you become because you long to see him. Yet, you begin to doubt whether he is all in your head again. And if he isn’t real, then the thought of confronting your nightmares alone once more causes dread to blend into your anticipation.

When the shadows start to stretch with the evening sun, you go to your desk and start up your laptop to find some distraction and also to prove his existence.

The white pixels of the search engine’s background glare painfully, and you quickly turn down the brightness.

You input his name into the box and press enter.

Greek mythology tops the list of hits and Laurence Fishburne comes in second. Aside from a sudden urge to re-watch The Matrix, you gain nothing from your search.

You change your keyword to Sandman and try again.

You scroll for a while but are disappointed once more. It only tells you what he had already alluded to; The Sandman was a Scandinavian fairytale said to sprinkle sand into the eyes of children to bring sleep. It was strange to think they were not too far off with their stories. You believed yourself to be a recipient of the sand, although it was less a sprinkle and more of an assault.

There is nothing even remotely related to real world encounters with an otherworldly man visiting people in their bedrooms and dreams.

You are crestfallen at your failure; the feeling escapes you in a short, sharp huff.

You look back to the webpage. You spy some video links to songs.

The Chordettes’ ‘Mr Sandman’ and Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ are the most viewed. You had always found the first offering very creepy so you click on the second one, nodding your head along to the supremely catchy intro.

You bring up the lyrics to read.

“I tuck you in, warm within. Keep you free from sin. Till the Sandman he comes.”

“When are you coming, Mr Sandman?” You whisper out loud.

You let the song play out before the shutting down the laptop.

After changing into some pyjamas with a bit more coverage than the previous night, you go downstairs to wait.

He appears in your peripheral vision at 10.54pm.

Your heart leaps. He is real. And he’s looking at you intensely.

"You are not in your bed."

You try to look innocent. “Couldn’t switch off.”

"I see."

You fumble for a change of subject.

"How was the rest of your night?"

You internally curse at your mundane choice of question. You are talking to a literal King after all. However, the inquiry clearly does not bother him, his face remains unchanged.

"It was productive."

"Good." You nod with a small smile.

"I trust that you feel better now, compared to when we last spoke."

“I do. It was a beautiful dream. I really appreciate it.”

There’s a momentary light dancing in his eyes at your positive review.

“What made you choose to send me there?” You ask inquisitively.

“I looked into your previous dreams and selected and compiled elements from those that brought you peace.”

You felt your stomach lurch.

"You can see the dreams that I've had?" You asked anxiously.

"And nightmares."

Your mind is squirming at the thought and it must have shown on your features for Morpheus responds in a reassuring tone.

“There is no need to feel uncomfortable. I have access to the dreaming states of every being that has ever lived on this plane. I can assure you that there is little that could shock me.”

“That might be the case but it's still a little embarrassing...”

He lets you shake your discomfort away before he speaks again.

“Shall we go to your bedroom?”

You laugh loudly. His face is blank, juxtaposing your amusement.

“I'm usually the kind of person who needs to get to know someone a lot better before I agree to that but sure, let's do this.”

Somehow, his face becomes even more impassive.

“Sorry, I tend to use humour when I'm feeling awkward... I don't know if that had come across.”

“I had noticed,” his voice is dripping with deadpan.

“Oh good, I’m pleased that we’re on the same page,” you tease as you stand up and head towards the living room door.

There’s a smidgen of a smirk on his face as you turn back to look at him.

"Just to be clear, I know you weren’t propositioning me back there.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Cool. Umm, shall we?” You trail off, looking through the doorway into the hall.

“After you,” he says, gesturing with a formal movement of his hand.

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"When the worrying starts to hurt and the world feels like graves of dirt. Just close your eyes until you can imagine this place, or secret space at will."

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shadowqueen402 · 8 months

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Reala's Precious Moment

(So, this fic is the sequel to my Father's Day fic that I wrote back in June. It is also based off of the art commission that I bought from @kobitachuart. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this fluff fic. Let me know in the comments and/or reblogs what you all think!)

Reala sat on a chair outside of the room that she was in, trying his absolute hardest to stay calm. But the sounds of her screaming in agony made it harder for him to do so. Back then, he would have had no problem calming down as Wizeman taught him how to hide his true emotions during training.

But everything changed when he met Aria; his now human wife.

Reala fondly remembered the day he and Aria learned that they would become parents. After the discovery, Reala spent the full nine months preparing himself for the baby's arrival. It was not easy due to his self doubt, but Aria's reassurance that he would be an amazing father to the baby helped him.

Now, his child was going to be arriving today. And no words could express how nervous Reala was feeling. Reala honestly lost track of how long he had been sitting outside, waiting with anticipation.

NiGHTS looked at the door to the room that Aria, Balan, and Lance were in, a look of concern flashing their face. When Aria had gone into labor, NiGHTS decided to stay outside of the room with Reala in order to give him some company…despite the two being on not-the-best terms. NiGHTS had been the third person that Aria and Reala had disclosed the pregnancy to, the first two being Balan and Lance. NiGHTS had gotten so excited that Balan had to calm them down because of how fast they were flying around.

Right now, as much as they wanted to be excited that either their nephew or niece would be arriving today, NiGHTS held genuine concern of Aria's well-being. They didn't know much about childbirth, except for how painful it could get. "W-Will she be alright?" NiGHTS asked, breaking the silence.

Reala didn't answer. Frankly, he wanted Aria to be alright. But it was hard to tell as neither of their cousins came out with news. The two First-levels suddenly perked up when they heard it; the sound of a newborn baby crying.

The door suddenly bursted open to reveal Balan with excitement in his gaze, his grin never leaving. Reala shot up from the chair he sat on. "Aria… Is she okay?" He asked, trying his absolute best to hide his anxiety from earlier.

"Aside from the pain she is currently in, Aria is still okay," Balan replied to Reala. "You now have a healthy and beautiful daughter, by the way."

NiGHTS's eyes lit up with joy and excitement. "We have a niece now, Balan!?" They exclaimed. "I want to see her!"

Reala's anxiety was instantly replaced with relief. "Let's head inside the room so we can all see the newest member of the family." Balan held the door open for NiGHTS and Reala. "Just be sure to use indoor voices as you don't want to scare the baby."

NiGHTS and Reala did not hesitate to enter the room. Laying on the bed was none other than Aria herself. She was rather exhausted with sweat covering her forehead, but she was still smiling down at the little pink blanket that was nestled gently in her arms.

Lance stood by, glancing down at the pink blanket. His eyes were filled with love and adoration. "She's bound to be beautiful inside and out," He softly told Aria. "That, I have no doubt."

Aria glanced up at NiGHTS and Reala. "You two finally came," She said, exhaustion in her voice. "Come over and see your daughter, Reala."

Reala heard soft coos coming from the pink blanket in Aria's arms. He and NiGHTS quietly flew over to each side of the bed before taking a peek. The moment Reala took one look at his infant daughter, he immediately loved her with all his heart. This had to be what "love at first sight" truly meant when it came to entering parenthood.

The tiny face that poked out of the little pink blanket opened her eyes and looked up at both of her parents. She let out another soft coo of contentment, easily winning everyone's hearts. One of her tiny hands popped out of the blanket, balling into a tiny fist.

Reala and NiGHTS felt the world around them come to a halt upon seeing the little infant. She was, no doubt, the most precious thing that they had ever seen. Reala was so enarmored by the sight of his newborn daughter that he almost had forgotten that he, an intimidating Nightmaren General, had a hand in creating this innocent little bundle of joy.

"Aww," NiGHTS softly said, holding back their desire to squeal in excitement. "Look at how tiny she is…" Reala slowly felt a smile appear on his face as he couldn't stop staring at his daughter. She had Aria's hair color and skin color, but also had Reala's blue eyes. The best combination of their traits, in his opinion.

"She's beautiful," Reala whispered to Aria. "I can't believe she's finally here…" He carefully placed a finger in his daughter's tiny hand once she unballed her fist, minding his sharp fingernail. This caused her to gently grasp his finger, cooing again.

"Me neither," Aria replied. "During the nine months, I struggled to find the right name for our baby as we didn't know what the gender was at the time. But now that we have a daughter, I immediately thought of my favorite flower and decided to name her after it."

"Oh?" NiGHTS was curious. "What did you name her?"

"Her full name will be Dahlia Evelyn Montgomery." Aria smiled as she watched her daughter yawn before closing her eyes, letting go of Reala's finger, and falling asleep. "Want to hold her, Reala?"

Reala simply nodded as Aria carefully handed the sleeping Dahlia over to him. With slow and careful movements, Reala now had his daughter in his arms, remaining silent as he did not want to wake her. His gaze never left her tiny form, even after she fell asleep. Everyone smiled at the sight of Reala immediately bonding over his daughter.

"Dahlia…I love that name," NiGHTS said before turning to Balan and Lance. "Wouldn't you two agree that it suits her?" This earned a nod from the two maestro brothers.

"It's a lovely name," Reala whispered in response. And he wasn't lying. The name suited his daughter perfectly. She was as beautiful as the flower itself. He refused to let anyone else tell him otherwise.

Growing up in Nightmare, Wizeman wasn't the best father figure as he never gave any fatherly love to neither him nor NiGHTS, so he never had a great life under Wizeman's care. Now that he became a father himself, Reala made himself a promise that he would never break; he will be the best father that Dahlia ever had.

From now on, he was going to work really hard to give Dahlia the best life ever. The one life that he should've gotten, but never had. He will break the cycle of Wizeman's cruelty, so that way, his little princess will never go through what he went through when he was young.

There was a small part of Reala that made him wonder what he did to deserve all of this. Here he was with a beautiful and loving human wife who had just given him a daughter despite all of the terrible things that he had seen and/or done. But in the end, he decided not to question it and to just enjoy these moments of his life.

Even though his past wasn't a good one, Reala refused to let it get in the way of loving his new family. He planned to set good examples for his daughter, so she will one day grow up to be a beautiful, kind, and respectful young lady. He had always been there for Aria, through thick and thin. And now, he will be there for his little princess.

His little Dahlia.

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froottalks · 9 months

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Igniting Desires - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: more intractions between natasha and reader. natasha asks reader to go out with her.]

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{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

The coffee shop buzzed with activity as (Y/n) sat across from Natasha, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter punctuating their words as they shared stories and discovered common interests.

(Y/n) learned that Natasha's life wasn't just about espionage and combat. She had a love for classic literature, a weakness for a good slice of pizza, and a fondness for watching old movies on lazy Sundays.

"I never imagined I'd be having coffee with someone as amazing as you," (Y/n) admitted with a shy smile.

Natasha's eyes held a warmth that went beyond the casual banter. "The feeling is mutual, (Y/n)."

Their connection deepened with each passing moment, and (Y/n) found herself drawn to Natasha in a way that went beyond the confines of the gym. Natasha's strength and resilience were evident, but so were her vulnerability and authenticity.

As the weeks went by, their interactions evolved. Training sessions became a blend of flirtatious banter and rigorous practice. (Y/n)'s skills improved under Natasha's guidance, and their chemistry was undeniable.

One evening, as they sparred once again, their movements seemed to flow with an almost synchronized rhythm. The air was charged with tension, the electricity between them palpable.

"You've come a long way, (Y/n)," Natasha remarked, her voice a low hum.

(Y/n) smiled, her heart racing as she met Natasha's gaze. "Thanks to you, Nat."

Natasha's lips curved into a playful grin, her movements becoming more calculated. (Y/n) found herself dodging and countering with newfound confidence, their spar an intricate dance of strength and strategy.

At one point, (Y/n) managed to land a solid hit on Natasha's shoulder, a grin spreading across her face as she pulled back.

"Nice one," Natasha acknowledged, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and amusement.

As the spar continued, their movements grew more intense, their proximity sparking a fire that neither could deny. Their gazes locked, and (Y/n) felt a magnetic pull towards Natasha—an unspoken connection that went beyond words.

With a swift yet controlled move, Natasha maneuvered (Y/n) into a position that had her pinned to the mat once more. Their breaths mingled in the air, their faces mere inches apart.

Natasha's voice was a whisper, a promise of something more. "You've been a remarkable student, (Y/n)."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and desire. She met Natasha's gaze, her eyes filled with a newfound boldness.

"Natasha," she began, her voice steady. "You've taught me more than just kickboxing."

A flicker of emotion passed through Natasha's eyes, her lips parting slightly as if to respond.

Before Natasha could say anything, (Y/n) closed the distance between them, capturing Natasha's lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It was a moment of surrender, a culmination of the feelings that had been building between them.

Natasha's response was immediate, her arms wrapping around (Y/n)'s waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, their connection intensifying as they allowed themselves to fully embrace the spark that had ignited between them.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths intermingling in the air. (Y/n)'s heart raced, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, her touch tender and gentle. "(Y/n)," she whispered, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

(Y/n) met Natasha's gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and desire. "Natasha, I…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Natasha's lips met hers once more—a kiss that conveyed all the unspoken emotions they had shared.

As they pulled away, (Y/n) felt a mixture of exhilaration and contentment. Their journey had taken them from the sparring mat to a coffee shop, and now, into each other's arms.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Natasha asked, her voice a soft murmur against (Y/n)'s lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of (Y/n)'s mouth as she looked into Natasha's eyes—the eyes that had seen both darkness and light, strength and vulnerability.

"I'd love to," (Y/n) replied, her voice filled with a mixture of certainty and happiness.

Natasha's lips curved into a genuine smile, a rare sight that warmed (Y/n)'s heart. They lingered in each other's embrace, knowing that their connection was more than just a spark—it was a flame that had the potential to burn brightly.

{Part 3}

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The large catman sprawled on the couch lazily, half watching the television and half napping. The morning sun was filtering in through the partially drawn blinds of the apartment’s front room, and it fell on the chimera with long, unkempt silver hair, along with the two chimera children who were attentively watching some cartoon show. Usually the kids were off at school around this time, but on Saturdays like this they tended to wake up around the crack of dawn, and the four of them would want to watch cartoons first thing in the morning.

That whole affair had started a few hours ago, and without Bernadette around to watch after them, Sammy had hauled himself out of bed and onto the front room’s main couch to keep an eye on them. It was almost the least Sammy could do while she was out on the morning shift. The emotion inhibitor in his head made it difficult to express or define caring, but beyond the wall of circuits and stainless steel in his mind the emotions were still there, somewhere. And so he sprawled on the couch, letting May, the youngest of the four children, sit on his stomach while he watched TV with Cody, the second oldest.

The other two, Andy and Emma, were busy at the table in the dining room behind the couch. Sammy had found a gold bullion piece in between the cushions of the couch when he’d first sat down that morning, and he had offered it to whosoever among the four kids agreed to sharpen the blades on his swords. Only Andy and Emma had taken an interest in doing it, and so Sammy disassembled the blades from the heat and high frequency weapons, shown the two of them how to sharpen the blades, and set them upon the task. The other week Bernadette had shown all of the kids how to handle a gun with her Blu-Ning .45 Classic, so Sammy felt like this was a natural extension of those lessons.

A commercial break came on, briefly severing the television set’s hypnotic spell on the children. Sammy decided to put the brief pause to good use.

“First kid to bring me a beer from the fridge gets a special prize,” he said loudly, making sure that all the chimera children heard him.

A brief flurry of activity started up. May rocketed over the back of the couch, jumping off of the bulky catman’s beergut to get a headstart on her headlong run to the kitchen. Cody was not so quick on the draw, but tried to catch up with his sister by running full tilt to the kitchen. Andy and Emma did not join in the rush, but that was probably for the better, as Sammy heard May and Cody collide while going around the corner to the kitchen, before squabbling over opening the fridge. After some momentary yowling May returned with a slightly dented can of Red Strap in hand. Cody returned a few seconds afterwards, bearing a fresh scratch from his sister on his cheek.

Sammy gladly took the can from the little catgirl, opening it carefully and sipping up the foam before wiping the spray from the agitated can off of his stubbly chin. May was standing in front of the TV, looking at her adoptive father expectantly with her large, yellow-green eyes and her tail flicking excitedly. Sammy thought for a moment. He hadn’t had any actual reward in mind for the kid bringing him a can of beer, but an idea formed as he thought of when he could possibly shirk the cost of the favor done for him.

“Well,” he said, trying to look past May at the children’s show that was just starting.

“Youuu… “ he slowly intoned, drawing out the sentence as he was getting distracted, “get to go with me to Uncle Stanley’s this afternoon.”

May sighed and plopped down next to her brother on the floor. She obviously knew that they were all already going to go to the Kurosawa’s, and she had realized quickly that the “special prize” was simply something that was going to happen regardless. Cody had been sulking, but at the revelation that the reward was indeed not worth the effort he looked a lot less grumpy. The Tygr of Newland also sighed, but his was tinged with contentment. One less thing to do today.

Sammy savored the bitter alcohol as he half-watched the show on the television. It was called “Super Fortune Soldiers”, and it looked like some Shogainimation toy commercial. Still, it was fun to watch as the M.E.R.C. lazed the morning away. It was certainly more lively than the usual daytime TV he watched, and while the voice acting wasn’t great here and there, it was cool seeing the characters attack each other with swords and guns while yelling about their motivations.

One part of the cartoon did give Sammy pause, though, as a character called “The Silver Tiger of Newland” showed up. The catman sat up upon hearing that this silver “Soldier of Fortune” was also named “Samuel”. It could have been one extraordinary coincidence, but Sammy generally didn’t believe in those. As he watched the show this Samuel character roared about his motivation being to save all of Newland City from “the darkness” and how he fought for “the hearts of all Newlanders”. Sammy thought it was a bit dramatic for a children’s show, but it did remind him a lot of the dramas that he liked to watch when the kids were at school.

“He’s just like you, dad!” said Cody excitedly, turning around as the show went to a commercial break.

The older chimera scratched at the stubble on his face, “I guess so, nyah?”

It always surprised the M.E.R.C. just how the legend of “The Tygr” got passed around so much. Apparently even some Shogaian animators knew about him these days. Now that he thought about it, for the last year or so younger catpeople had been coming up to him to bother him about his legendary status. Were they first introduced to the legend by this Super Fortune Soldiers show? Sammy laid back down on the couch.

The show had gotten him all wrong, really. He had never favored using both of his swords at once, and most of his early career had been working for a corporation that was definitely a part of “the darkness” that infested Newland. Nowadays he was freelancing with the Mercenary-Contractor Association, which definitely felt like a few steps above being a glorified hitman for Fortune Bio-Solutions.

Sammy traced his clawed hand along the identification tattoo at the nape of his neck, and along the long-faded surgery scars right above it. That slice into the back of his head had been where they’d inserted the emotional suppressor into his brain when he hadn’t stopped crying after his brother died. Sammy didn’t like thinking about those days in graphic detail, but the duels against the other abducted chimera preteens who were similarly experimented with, the killings that he’d been trained for years to do, and the execution of his sibling all stuck with him. Fortune Bio-Solutions had taken a lot from and given much to the chimera’s life, and nothing in the exchange had been voluntary for him. The memories didn’t hurt, they weren’t able to, but he could always feel a wave of regret and sorrow crashing against the other side of his mental partition when they were recalled.

Reaching out with the same hand Sammy ruffled May’s hair, pushing the dense, fur-like orange hair forwards to reveal her own ID tattoo. M-4. All four of the kids had one, and each was a lot like Sammy’s. Rescuing them from that abandoned Fortune facility was something that he would never regret doing, even if looking after them all was a bit of a strain on his and Bernadette’s finances at times. A Calhoun Security officer and an M-CA M.E.R.C.’s wages combined made just enough to get by, for the most part. Sammy was pretty sure that he should feel happy and content that the four of them were having a much better upbringing than he’d had.

***

The grill sizzled as Stanley flipped the burger patties he was grilling on it. He looked all of them over for a moment before closing the grill’s lid to let the propane flames work their magic for a few more minutes.

He was glad that his friends had come over. It was always nice working with Sammy, but the ex-cop was starting to almost miss back when the chimera had been couch surfing at their house for the better part of a decade. Still, having him and Bernadette over was a treat, especially when they brought the kids over. It had been almost two years since their M.E.R.C. team had rescued the chimera children from the moldering basement levels of a Fortune Bio-Solutions research campus, and they had been growing very quickly in that time. These days his daughter, Mary, was looking forward to graduating from high school. Time really had a way of flying.

Thinking about the passing of time led Stanley back to looking at the burgers. Still not done.

“Eh, stop peeking in on them,” said Sammy lazily, “A watched pot doesn’t fry, or whatever.”

Stanley shot the chimera a quizzical look. Sometimes Sammy came off as perfectly normal, other times it was very apparent that he had never received anything near a standard education.

“Ready for the job next week?” asked Stanley, diverting the conversation away from the chimera’s nearly non-existent culinary abilities.

“Yeah, more than ready actually. Andy and Emma sharpened my blades, and they did a half good job too. Watch this.”

The chimera grabbed one set of the rolls for the burgers that still needed to be separated and cut open. The six pieces of bread were tossed into the air while the chimera grabbed his shorter blade’s handle. As the bread fell to eye height Sammy lashed out with the weapon, sweeping across the falling baked goods. He reached out with his other hand to catch the now two pieces of bread, before setting it carelessly on the folding table that was set up with condiments and toppings.

Stanley nodded, “sharp enough.”

Clapping came from the far side of the townhouse’s backyard. The large-horned devilkin man playing with Andy and Cody was leading the boys in applause at the catman’s display of swordsmanship. All three clapped for Sammy for a few moments, with the silver-haired chimera seeming very pleased by the adulation.

“Don’t inflate his ego, Dom, I think the Tygr of Newland doesn’t need any more praise,” said Stanley sardonically, as he checked on the burger patties again.

The catboys and Dom approached the barbeque area, and the devilkin pulled himself a beer out of the cooler.

“Keep wrestling like that and you’ll be as strong as your old man before you know it!” exclaimed Dom as he bit the cap off of the bottle in his hand, before patting Andy on the back.

The young chimera beamed and jumped at Sammy, who lifted an arm out to his side, letting his son hang from it for a few moments.

“Anyways, Stanley, you wanna go out to the gun store tomorrow? I need to pick up some ammo and some odds and ends. Boss said something about dealing with drones and corpsec on the next mission, so I want to grab some armor piercing rounds.”

He thought about it for a few moments before declining. Stanley had promised Gina that he would go to the shopping sector upzone tomorrow, but he was willing to reschedule with his friend. Stanley knew better than to interrupt plans he’d made with his wife. The two M.E.R.C.s eventually agreed on going out on Tuesday, just as the burgers were properly ready.

***

Everyone was seated around the cramped folding table in the Kurosawa’s backyard, and the chimeras were already starting to eat their burgers as everyone else was just sitting down. The sun was setting, bathing the yard in oranges and reds. Bernadette almost got mad at Sammy for starting without everyone else, but she just sighed and sat down next to him before eating her own burger right away.

The conversation at the table started with the quality of the food, but soon wandered elsewhere. Having finished his burger, and having yet to start on another, Sammy was a bit more talkative than he usually tended to be.

“So Mary, were you gonna be corporate like your mom?”

The teenage girl shook her head, “I actually wanted to try out dad’s line of work after I graduate, but mom doesn’t really want me to.”

“I have a scholarship and everything lined up for her, though,” interjected Gina, making sure that she got her piece out, “I don’t want her to be a M.E.R.C. but, if that works out, what am I going to do about it? Forbid her? She’s going to be a grown woman soon enough, it would just be silly. Still, I’ll worry every single day that she’s out there.”

All the other adults at the table nodded.

“It’s always a bit odd ta me when all o’ yah start jawin’ about that sorta thing,” said Bernadette, her strong North City accent shining through, “Us Calhouns are purpose-made, so we know pretty darn well what we’re doing from the day we come out tha vat, don’tcha know.”

Sammy nodded again. While he was never born to be a M.E.R.C. or an assassin he did know what it was like to be molded for a single purpose.

“Well don’t worry Gina, if Mary is out shadowing us I’ll keep an eye out for her,” reassured Sammy.

Gina reached across the table to touch Sammy’s hand and thank him for his reassurance. Sammy believed that warmth behind his partition was from a deep want to help his long-time friend, and to look out for the young lady he’d seen grow up before his eyes.

“Ditto,” said Dom, also making sure that Gina knew how serious he was.

“Can I be a M.E.R.C., mom?” asked Cody eagerly, looking at Bernadette with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Ask me again when you’re older, squirt,” replied Bernadette, a smile evident in her tone.

Everyone at the table besides Sammy laughed. It was probably funny. But still, he wasn’t sure that he wanted any of his children following in his footsteps, even if they did want to. In the act of rescuing the kids he had nearly been blown limb-from-limb a few times over. That sort of thing never bothered him personally, but Sammy hoped that his children could find livelihoods that would put them in a bit less danger day-to-day. Maybe that would put the suppressed tide of fatherly concern dwelling in the back of his mind to rest. As restless and dangerous as it could be, Newland certainly was a good city for finding opportunities that could change your life.

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