₊˚﹒✶ summary : barely eight weeks, but enough for a lifetime of grief.
₊˚﹒✶ warnings : mentions of blood and blood loss, periods, cramps and related, women's body anatomy, hospital, miscarriage, grief, angst, pre-established relationship, slight mention of self-medication issues.
₊˚﹒✶ words count : 2.1k.
₊˚﹒✶ n. a. : sorry for any misspellings or english mistakes! hope you guys enjoy (which is funny because its just pain???)
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Having an inconsistent period became usual for Honey Chen-Arlen (or really just Honey Chen Arlen, since that the use of the hyphen seems like a stupid north-american tradition for her). Ever since she had bleed for the first time, the cramps and her period coming a few days late was the norm. Too embarrassed to ask her mom to take her to a doctor, she learned to mold her days around it, to prepare herself, to adapt.
The pain became too much? Medication and hot water bag. Flow growing heavy over the years? She learned - by the worst, possible way ever, with bloodied white pants on her friend's sister baptism - that night pads were the way to go, still too young and uncomfortable to use tampons.
When she woke up to Beau carefully shaking her shoulders, on his sheriff uniform wrinkled after a night shift, mentioning the blood spot on the bed sheets, her only reaction was a sleepy, tired 'oh' before going to the bathroom with a change of clothes while he grabbed clean sheets on the closet. By now, together for four years and married for two - the idea's on Beau's mind ever since he saw soda coming out of her nose as she cry-laughed of her own joke on their first patrol together - he was used to it, to Honey's mood when the pain hit, to her nausea, the backache.
So, when she called for him from the bathroom, he only thought it was for something small, simple, like "heat up the water bag" or "check if i forgot my towel in the bedroom". He didn't expected to find her under the shower, looking like she had come out of a crime scene.
He was still too tired from the long shift - a loose bull in town, a group of teenagers taking Sweet Philly's car and a bar fight between three women -, but still, he should've noticed the restrained in her voice.
He should've noticed she wasn't okay.
"Something's wrong." she whispers, curved over the shower, the hot water hitting her lumbar.
"Hospital?" he asks, concern masked behind what Honey calls 'sheriff mood' - consisting on him pretending focus when he was actually terrified -, as he rubs his hand on her back. She nodded, eyes closed.
Despite the emergency, he didn't moved till she said so, letting the hot water falling into her body till it ran cold.
Cold as the hospital's exam room she saw herself being lead into two hours later, Beau's hand barely touching her back, a silent 'don't worry, sweetheart, i'm here' without crowding her. Between dealing with the pain and having to wait for her name to be called - three times, the first to have her blood collected and the second for some painkillers that wasn't really having any effect, before finally being called to see a doctor -, it was good to be in a private area, where she didn't had to hear the cry of children or people complaining about the waiting.
"This reminds me when I had the cut on my forehead and they made me VIP, do you remember?" he whispers, his lips brushing her temper. He sees her hands gripping the hospital gown - that she really didn't felt like putting on but didn't had much choice on the matter -, her breathing trembling despite being, somehow, stable.
"Yeah..." she whispers, leaning against him. "The shooting on the Piper McKenzie's case. A dislocated shoulder, bullet on the ribs and two months being a pain in my ass at home."
He gives a small chuckle, somehow relived she's not so focus on the pain and is actually falling for the distraction. "Yeah, the silly bullet on my rib."
"Five centimeters and you cou-"
"Luckily for us, there were no five centimeters." he interrupts her, kissing her cheek. Honey looks at him, brows furrowed on that way she does whenever he's trying to push her buttons or when interrupts her; he smiles, kissing the corner of her lips. "I have been careful ever since, dont i?"
"Yeah, sheriff, sure." she whispers, leaning her head back to look up at him, their noses brushing.
"Scared?" he whispers back, thumb brushing over her cheekbone and making its way to her neck, watching her close her eyes and lean her head into his chest.
Her fast pulse under his thumb was answer enough.
His hand moved to the nape of her neck, his lips leaving a soft kiss on her hairline. When the door opens, she took a deep breath and straightened up as she looks at the doctor and the woman following behind her - a technician, Beau's expert eyes capts on her hospital badge -, watching the small smile of Doctor Collins - Doctor Heather Collins, friend of the couple, Honey's biggest friendly-rival on pool at the Sunny Bar - as she closes the door and approaches them.
"Hey, Honey, how are you feeling?" she asks softly as she closes the curtains for more privacy, while the technician sits on the stool, turning the equipment on.
"Your painkillers sucks." she mutters with a weak smile on her lips.
Heather chuckles, nodding. "Sorry about that." she says, giving a small squeeze on Honey's cold hand - that was still holding tightly to the hospital gown - before her expression turning into something more professional. "Now, we would like to perform an vaginal ultrasound, just to discard a few options and have a better understanding of what's going on with you, okay?"
Honey swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Beau's hand on her shoulder, grounding her. "Yeah, okay." she whispers, laying back and putting her feet on the stirrups, knees bent as the technician place a condom and a warm lubricating gel on the wand-like.
"You might feel a slight discomfort." the technician says softly.
Beau took Honey's hand as his wife keeps her gaze on the ceiling, clenching her teeth with the pressure; it wasn't her first time doing that kind of exam, but it's still stupidly annoying.
"Tell me about the pain, Honey." Heather asks a few moments later, getting Honey's attention.
"Uhm, it began yesterday morning, i guess. I was on shift and i- honestly, i didn't thought much of it, i just took something for the pain and dealt with it, like always."
"And the bleeding?"
"Mond- no... saturday?" she says thoughtful, looking at Beau for backup; he gives a nod, agreeing. She looks back at Heather. "Saturday. So, four days? Kinda."
"And besides the cramps, any other complaints?"
"Back pain, but i'm already used to it."
"And you're having anything for the pain?"
"Naproxen."
"Okay..." she types something on the tablet - that Honey didn't noticed till now. "And how much do you usually take?"
"One, every eight hours." she shrugged.
"More like three every five." Beau comments under his breath, making Honey side-eye him.
"Honey." Collins says with a serious expression, looking at Chen with genuine concern. "You know this could lead to some serious side-effects, right?"
"I know, i just-" she sighs, looking back at the ceiling. "Sometimes, this fucking pain is so paralyzing that i cant barely drive around on patrol, okay? And naproxen is the only one who works for me."
Collins took a deep breath and gives her a small, sympathetic nod. Before she can say anything - reads as in scolding Honey and the inappropriate, concerning use of narcotic -, the technician signaled for the doctor and as she approaches, the other turned the screen to her, whispering something as she points it out. Honey closes her eyes, feeling Beau's lips on her shoulder, making her give a small smile despite the pressure of that wand-like still inside of her.
"Taking it off." the technician warns and Honey sighed in relief; she pulls the condom out and throws on the trash by her feet. As Honey sits up, she risked taking a quick look at the technician; the woman had a sympathetic look in her eyes that made something weird twist inside of Honey, forcing her to swallow. The technician stands up and leaves the room; "I'll be right back." Collins says with a soft smile to them before leaving too.
Honey takes a deep breath, turning to Beau as soon as the door closes. "Really?"
He raises a hand, like he was already expecting the confrontation, two fingers up.
"Two people you can never lie to: your lawyer an-"
"Yes, Beau, your doctor, i know." she mutters; despite the stress of having her own husband outing her on the unhealthy medication use, she didn't let go of his hand.
He stared at her for a second.
"Then why you did?" his voice is soft, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
She bites her lips, gaze focused on the closed door. "What do you think it is?" she whispers; "She had that look on her face." Her grip on his hand suddenly tightens; he didn't complained.
When its about Honey, he never really does.
"Who had what, darlin'?"
"The technician, she had that 'oh, i'm very sorry' look."
"Honey." he calls. Just her name. Just enough to make her turned her head towards his face. "You're just panicking."
"I'm in pain."
"I remain correct." he whispers, with a smug face that she didn't knew if she wanted to slap or kiss out of him. He holds back a smile, noticing her bitting the corner of her bottom lip to contain herself. "You can be in pain and panicking."
"I'm not panicking."
"Wow. Now you're in pain, panicking and being a stubborn pretty asshole."
She rolled her eyes and looked away, trying to fight the smile tugging at her lips. "And you are fucking annoying."
He kisses her temple, the beard tickling her skin in that familiar way that always made her stomach flip. "Love you too." he whispers; and, despite the headache he was causing her at that very moment, she still leaned against his side, feeling his hand squeeze hers once, then again, while his free one wrapped around her back, resting on her waist, thumb rubbing her skin under the gown. "I could give you some days off. You know, benefits of banging the boss."
"Yeah, sure." she whispers, not really listening to him.
The doors open again and Collins returns, now alone, and approaches them, closing the curtains before she sits down on the same stool the technician was before, holding the tablet in her hands. She looks at them, a smile in her lips that Honey could only classify as pity.
Which would piss her off if she wasn't so nervous about the whole thing.
"What is it?" Honey asks, straightening up.
"The blood test showed a high level of HCG on your blood and that usual-"
"Wa-wait, isn't HCG the- the pregnancy thing?" Beau asks, his once calm demeanor falling to pieces as he shared the same impression Honey had of Collins expression.
Pity.
"Yes." Collins nods, looking back at Honey; she was hesitating, the couple noticed.
Which was... weird. Collins hardly hesitates. That alone made a unsettling fear creeping down Honey's spine.
"And the ultrasound showed that your cervix is dilated." she says slowly.
"Okay." Honey whispers, blinking a couple times as she tries to make sense of the words. "What- what does this all means, im confused."
"You had a miscarriage, Honey, which-"
"What-" she frowned.
"It's very common on the first few weeks, Honey." Heather says softly, squeezing her hand. "Now, there's still some remaining tissue and that needs to be evacuated or it could lead to some more concerning problems, which is probably why the pain and bleeding remains, so, here's what we're gonna do-"
"No, no, no. wait-" Honey says, shaking her head.
"Darling-" Beau tries, brushing her hair back and trying to get her attention, but she pulls her hand away.
"No, Beau, no fucking darling me right now- how could I had missed this?!"
"Honey, you were barely eight weeks, there's nothing you could've done. Im sorry, dear." Heather says.
And as she explained to the couple the next steps - Beau paying excessive attention despite his heartbeat echoing over his ears and Honey unable to do anything but to stare at Heather's mouth moving, the words blurring together like a radio stuck between stations -, they knew that the following events could either bring them closer than before or drive them away for good.
On the drive to their house - their home -, his grip tightened on the wheel as the weight of the situation settling down sends a blade of panic twisting between his ribs; he wasn't even that worry about the loss of the unknowing or of what they could've had, not when he had by his side the only one he couldn't afford to lose.
₊˚﹒✶ synopsis : among everything they have dealt with on the last couple years, the (once) so meaningful dream becomes a painful, harsh truth with the unplanned positive pregnancy test by the sink. piece by piece, beau and honey put each other back up together as they deal with the news.
₊˚﹒✶ trigger warnings & tropes : pre-established relationship, small age gap (six years), pregnancy, miscarriages, mentions of blood, periods and woman's body anatomy, discussion of police work and crimes, discussion of hospital and health related issues, implied smut, child negligence, hurt/comfort, child birth, psychological issues (depression, anxiety, etc...), parenthood
also, might be a bit ooc bc i haven't watched big sky yet, soo....
₊˚﹒✶ n.a. : this is gonna probably be around four, five chapters? not really sure, its gonna depend on how the creativity work around here. also, let me know if you wanna be tagged!
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₊˚﹒✶ chapter one ┈─┈ chapter two ┈─┈ chapter three
₊˚﹒✶ summary : despite the grief, a decision is made, but now, only wanting is not enough to make the universe to agree to their decision
₊˚﹒✶ warnings : mentions of blood and blood loss, cramps and related, miscarriage, grief, angst, pre-established relationship and police station environment.
₊˚﹒✶ words count : 2.2k.
₊˚﹒✶ n. a. : english isn't my first language, so sorry for any misspellings or english mistakes! hope you guys enjoy!! also, apologies for the wait, i just start at a new job from 1:40pm to 10pm and i also have classes in the morning (nurse school, yaaay), so when i get home all i want is to sleep, but I'll try to finish this as soon as possible!!
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The quiet from the trip back home would never compare to the silence that followed them inside the safe place their home was supposed to be. Honey took the couch, Tank - the Newfoundland they adopted a few months ago, along with the greyhound, Hunter, who was probably sleeping on its back at the closet at the moment, drooling over Honey's shoes as usual - approaching her, as if feeling the turmoil.
Beau didn't sat by her side right away. He helped her take off the shoes and jacket, going to the kitchen to heat water while he preparing something light for her to eat. He quietly returned to the couch, watching her tucking her feet under Tank, who didn't complained about it, resting his head on her knees. Beau carefully put the plate and glass on the coffee table, kneeling in front of her.
"Hey, you." he whispers, rubbing his thumb over her cheek.
"Hey, partner." she says back, although, it lacks the playful tone it usually has when she calls him that. Her voice, despite being soft, is distant, like she’s speaking through a fog from a long distance.
And even with his own turmoil, Beau didn't pushed. He just stayed there, kneeled by her side, his thumb still tracing slow, gentle circles on her cheek, feeling the warmth from her skin. Tank let out a quiet huff, shifting slightly, but didn't move from his spot - a quiet, solid support through the weight drowning her.
The red clock - the first decoration they brought from a garage sale after signing the lease for their current apartment - ticked on the kitchen, marking nine o'clock. The greyhound, still upside down in the closet, lets out a sleepy snore, unaware of the stress his owners were going through.
Beau exhales, slow and steady; right now, he was the rock she needed to not drown. "You don’t have to talk," he murmurs. "but im here. However you need me."
Honey’s breath hitches, just once. Then her hand finds his, gripping tight, like she’s afraid he might disappear if she doesn’t hold on and she would be left to deal with that pain on her own.
Neither of them mentions the ultrasound photo that they didn't have, the one they would happily put on the fridge and show off to their friends. Neither of them mentions the word baby; what for? They didn't had one. There wasn't much to say and, honestly, nothing could be said to make it all feel better.
So they sat there, in silence, until her stomach growled and she ate the sandwich, until her pain - warned from the doctor - returned and she locked herself in the bathroom.
"We never discussed about it." she whispered that night under the covers, her back pressed against his chest while she stared out the window, watching the points of light in the sky.
"I know."
"Did you ever..." she shrugged slightly, not really sure on how to phrase it. It was weird, after the day they had, after being together for not really that much time and with all the drama involving the relationship.
"The only thing i was sure since we met is that i wanted to be with you." he whispers on her ear. "However that was."
She stayed quiet for a few seconds.
"That's admirable, but not really an answer to the question." Honey said, her small voice sounding too loud on the quiet room.
"I know."
She slowly turns around on his arms. "So?"
"Kids are difficult. Exhausting." he whispers. She gives a small nod, looking down at his chest for a moment, like that was already answer enough for the biggest question of their life till now. "Especially", he continued, holding back a smile as if the thought was of great delight. "having a little bit of us. A little girl with dark hair, an annoying sense of justice and her daddy's humor."
She blinked a couple times, slowly looking up at him, as if she still wasn't sure of the direction the conversation was taking.
"Or a petty boy, with the same grimace as his mama. And her pretty eyes." he whispers, rubbing his thumb over her cheek, watching as the slow realization crosses her face. "Can you imagine? We would be defeated on the first week, tops." he laughed, watching her lips twitching.
"Is- what do you mean?" she whispers, despite him having laying the cards on the table, pressing her lips together to stop herself from shivering.
She needed a confirmation.
"It means that i want you, honey... however you're willing to give me. Either just the four of us - you, me, and our dogs - or giving Tank and Hunter a little sibling." he paused, staring at her for a moment, his voice dropping and carrying now a soft touch. "I know that when we get into this whole thing, we were a bit..." he looked away, thinking of the proper way to express it.
"Very fucking impulsive." she whispers, holding back a soft smile that represented very well how he felt, a inside joke that once made them feel like it was a crime but know was finally something they could laugh about.
"Yeah, very." he chuckle. "But i meant it. Every single word i said. I want you. And if its the version of you with a round belly and grumpy need to eat popsicles with mayonnaise, i want it. If its the version of you that wants to drag me out of bed to go hiking with just our dogs and the big blue sky above our heads till we're sixty and boring, i want it too." he wrapped his arms over her body, bringing her closer and kissing her forehead. "I want you. The officer Chen, the Honey Chen, the Honey Arlen Chen. I want it all."
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A quiet understanding settled on the small apartment. They weren't, necessarily, trying anything, but preventing wasn't also really something they would think or worry too much about.
They kept the secret for themselves; the story going through the station - and the town - about her visit to the hospital was that she had food intoxication from some sushi Beau attempted to make for them as a surprise for Honey, which made her actually relieved. After all the controversy over her relationship with Beau, the last thing they needed was to give those people somenthing more to be talking about.
It happened a few months after the first miscarriage. Her period was late once again and an old, cold dread she’d felt before began to twist in her stomach. This time, however, she didn't wait. She bought the test right after leaving the station, after greeting with a soft smile and hands steady (despite her heart beating a frantic drum against her ribs) her husband- no, not her husband, but the sheriff, who was just coming in for his shift. She drove for almost one hour to the pharmacy, just to be sure she was far enough that nobody would be able to recognize her.
She didn’t tell him. She couldn’t, not until she was sure of it; she didn't wanted to bring false hope, not when the expectations was quietly high already - she could see on his eyes, on the way his hand stayed a little too long on her back, how his kisses on her forehead seemed to have a deeper concern.
She locked the bathroom door, the same door she’d hidden behind months ago in pain, and followed the instructions with a clinical detachment that belied the tremor in her soul and gave her goosebumps.
The five minutes wait felt like one hour, but when it came, she didn't felt more relaxed.
One line.
Then, a second.
A second line, she was sure; it wasn't her imagination making her believe, it didn’t flicker and fade. It bloomed, bold and undeniable, a solid slash of pink against the white.
Dark.
Unmistakable.
A sob caught in her throat, but it wasn't one of grief, like when she locked herself on the station's bathroom on her first day back. It was a wave of pure, unadulterated terror and joy so potent it felt like vertigo.
She was pregnant. Actually, truly pregnant.
A baby, with Beau.
She didn't know how long she sat on the closed lid of the toilet, staring at the little plastic stick as if it held all the secrets of the universe, but she knew that her heart was already expanding, making room for that little flicker of life growing inside of her.
Honey spent the rest of the day at home, unable to focus on anything other than the weight of the test in her back pocket, a secret of hers, and soon to be Beau's too, only.
She ended up falling asleep on the bedroom, waking up to the sound of a humming and the smell of something buttering on the kitchen. She walked over there, rubbing her eyes.
Beau was there, attempting to make them grilled cheese sandwiches; the clock was marking seven pm. The smell of slightly burnt butter filled the air. Tank and Hunter's tails were weaving around against his legs, hoping for a dropped crust (or hopefully a whole slice, but anything, really).
Beau was still wearing the same shirt she saw it at the station, making her believe he arrived not too long ago. He looked up, a goofy smile on his face reserved only for her.
"Hey, you." he whispered softly as she approaches, leaning against his side with a mind still numbed by sleep.
"Hey." she says, looking down at the bread on the pan. "I have some news." she said. Honey didn't really elaborated futher, suddenly caught on a loss of words as she rethinks better on how to drop the bomb, now that it was actually happening.
Stupid, stupid, i shouldn't have said anything right now, fucki-
“Honey?” he asked, his voice soft, the spatula frozen mid-air; just the way she was dozing off was enough to make him worried. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t speak, the weight on her chest too heavy to let her say anything right now. She simply looked up at him and grabbed the stick still in her back pocket, raising it towards his eyesight.
His eyes dropped to it. The confusion in his gaze cleared, replaced by a dawning comprehension so profound it seemed to still the very air in the room. He looked from the test to her face, then back again. Slowly, he placed the spatula down on the counter.
“Is- are you...?” he whispered, his voice rough. "Honey-"
She could only nod, her breath hitching, nervously. And she wasn't even sure why. Maybe was the fear that the words exchange months ago had, somehow, turned into lies. It was one thing to talk about it; having it actually happening was... overwhelming.
But as a slow, marvelous smile spread across his face, erasing any trace of worry, relief ran through her. It was a smile she had never seen before — full of awe, of pride, of a fierce, overwhelming love. He reached for her - not for the test, but for her -, his large, warm hands coming up to cradle her face.
“Hey,” he murmured, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, as if sensing her turmoil. “Hey, it’s okay. Look at me. Are you okay?”
Tears she hadn’t even felt forming spilled over and tracked down her face. “I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice a tiny crack.
“I know,” he said, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks softly. “Me too.” He kissed her, a soft, lingering promise. “But we’re together. Yeah? We’re in this together, sweetheart.”
He pulled back just enough to look down at the test still in her hand. He took it from her gently, as if it were made of glass, and a low, delighted laugh escaped him.
“A little bit of us,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He looked back at her, his eyes shining. “We’re gonna be defeated so bad, Chen, can you imagine?”
And that was what broke her. A laugh burst through her tears, a real, genuine laugh that shook her entire body. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, sandwich be damned. He held her as she cried and laughed against his chest, the dogs whining happily at their feet, the smell of burnt dinner forgotten.
They stood there, in their messy kitchen, holding onto each other and the impossible, wonderful future growing inside her. This time, the silence they shared wasn't filled with pain or uncertainty, but with the deafening, beautiful sound of a new beginning.
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When the pain came again, it wasn't at home, in her bed, with Beau by her side.
She was at the station, finishing a arrest report for her husband the sheriff, who was stuck at a meeting at the city hall, when she felt it. Her fingers, over the keyboard, froze. Her eyes, staring at the screen, unfocused as she assessed the problem.
That wasn't normal.
She was almost twelve weeks pregnant. Almost crossing the window of concern and getting ready to share the news to their closest friends and family.
They were so close.
The sharpening pain made her caught her breath and Honey stood up, with hurry, to the women's locker room, her face already wet with tears. She could feel the blood dripping down her leg as she rushes to one of the bathroom's stall and locked behind her, her hands shaking as she slowly unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants, seeing the red trail on her inner thigh.
A sob caught on her throat and she closed her eyes, sliding down the wall and siting on the floor.
What was supposed to be the beginning of their family was, once again, snatched away from their fingers.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝⭑ heartstrings
❛ honey chen ( fem!oc ) x beau arlen ㅤㅤ ₊˚﹒✶ ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ synopsis ꒱ among everything they have dealt with on the last couple years, the (once) so meaningful dream becomes a painful, harsh truth with the unplanned positive pregnancy test by the sink. piece by piece, beau and honey put each other back up together as they deal with the news.
ㅤㅤㅤ ⋆.˚| LONG SERIES ┈─
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝⭑ revenant
❛ oksana kozlova ( fem!oc ) x clint barton; marvel. ㅤㅤ ₊˚﹒✶ ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ synopsis ꒱ in which oksana kozlova tries to recover a dangerous orbe wanted by thanos and forms an alliance with a group of idiots to save the universe, leading her in an adventure between saving lifes and figuring out her own past.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝⭑ whiplash
❛ bridget von braun ( fem!oc ) x eddie brock / venom; marvel. ㅤㅤ ₊˚﹒✶ ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ synopsis ꒱ tba
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝⭑ black out days
❛ andy hopper ( fem!oc ) x steve harrington; stranger things. ㅤㅤ ₊˚﹒✶ ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ synopsis ꒱ in which andy hopper returns to hawkins after years away, eager to finish high school and leave again, only to be dragged into the mess involving missing people and the government.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝⭑ leave it for the saints
❛ zoya hopper ( fem!oc ) x vittoria harrington ( fem!oc ); stranger things. ㅤㅤ ₊˚﹒✶ ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ synopsis ꒱ tba
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❛ judith gjokaj ( fem!oc ) x thomas millay ( male!oc )ㅤㅤ ₊˚﹒✶ ㅤㅤㅤ꒰ synopsis ꒱ stuck on a town where leaving was impossible and loses where common, the arrival of a family sound much as a promise as a curse.
₊˚﹒✶ extended synopsis: It wasn't possible for Oksana Kozlova to escape the destiny that was molded for her since she was a child; every small event in her life, every deleted memory and every pain carried on silence took her to a space far away from her home planet, doing what was always destined for her: obey. Wandering around distant stars, she became an expert on impossible missions, using her superhuman and unexplained abilities - increased strength, impeccable reflexes and espionage skills - to recover precious and rare artifacts for those who pays more just so she can have a chance of survive.
But everything changes when a new mission is notified: find and recover a mysterious orbe of incalculable power. Apparently a easy task, the truth behind the object puts Oksana in a mortal dilemma when she realizes she's not the only one looking for the orbe and that the plan of those interested in it might condemn all lifes across the universe.
With no other options, Oksana formes an alliance with a unlikeable group of renegades criminals; each one with their own motivations, they travel across the space seeking for a money that could change their lifes and get rid of it at the same time, but the journey makes them realize that this is much bigger than them.
On a galaxy where there's no true heros, Oksana needs to decide who she really is: a forged weapon created to obey tyrants or a force willing to create her own destiny.
The space might be infinite, but you can't escape the shadows of what you once were.
₊˚﹒✶ warnings: kidnapping, psychological and physical abuse, mention of child abuse, death, murder, gore and violence typical of the marvel universe, traumas, depression, mental issues, ptsd, mentions of harassment and sa, mention of abusive relationships, slavery, alcohol and drugs, mentions/description of sexual acts, angst, nightmares, laboratory experiments, pregnancy and miscarriages.
₊˚﹒✶ tropes: hurt/no comfort, hurt with bittersweet ending, grumpy!gf x grumpy!bf, frenemies to lovers, slowburn.
REVENANT, VOL. ONE ✦ the infinity saga : echos from the past.
┈─ act one.
. part one; redemption is a knife. guardians of the galaxy, volume one.
. part two; my own savior. guardians of the galaxy, volume two.
┈─ act two.
. part one; let the sky fall. avengers, age of ultron.
. part two; tba. inferna, reckoning.
┈─ act three.
. part one; tba. captain america, civil war.
. part two; tba. black widow.
┈─ act four.
. part one; the rotten apple. tba.
. part two; loosing battle. avengers, infinity war.
. part three; haunted soul. avengers, endgame.
REVENANT, VOLUME TWO ✦ the multiverse saga : echo in your shadow.
┈─ act one
TBA
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n.a: not the first of my fanfictions that i translate to english but its the first time im publishing, that being said, sorry for any grammatical mistakes. there's another few original characters around this tale and I'll properly introduce them when the time comes, but there's two of them who doesn't belong originally to me ( because this whole story is an collab between me and two other friends; one is from a peter parker x oc and the other is a steve rogers x oc ) but they'll have their own screen time here to be properly developed along their relationship with oksana and the other characters. as for now, i dont think there's much more to be added. let me know if you wanna be add in a taglist!
and please leave feedback! im totally open to constructive criticism!!
