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Hello. Your writing is great. May I request TNG Worf, so comforts his s/o after she saves him from getting injured on a mission and the comms are unresponsive?

♦️{ I didn’t understand the last part of your request, so I just create a drabble where Worf comforts his S/O }

   ♦️ WORF ♦️

The Klingon was v ery worried.

He felt so guilty for what happened, it would have never happened. He didn’t feel fine, at all. He should have been there for you and protect you but he was not. He was in trouble.

Worf was at the sickbay, comforting you after the bad experience the two of you had lived. He didn’t forgive himself to be so reckless and he didn’t forgive you to have risked your life like that.

“The Doctor said you are not in danger and you should heal soon, but it’s better if you stay here until the risk won’t be over.” Worf said with a severe tone of voice.

“I feel fine, and there has never been a risk, I am able to come back at my job even today.” You said, you were not lying saying you felt fine because you really did but Worf was worried, you could read anxiety in his eyes despite his expression was harsh but you knew, he was a good person and he cared about the things he loved.

“There has been any risk? You have been injured, you risked dying. It was definitely a risk.” His voice raised, he was stubborn. Maybe you were more reckless than he was.

“Ah, ok…Ok, but now I am fine, so there’s nothing to worry about.” You reassured him.

“You should have not done it…” Worf said, almost whispering, because he was not able to explain himself and his honour was broken. He just felt like a Klingon without honour.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused and you didn’t regret what you did. You would do it thousands of times. You would never leave Worf alone.

“You know what I mean. You saved me…It was stupid.” He said, harshly.

“Why stupid?” you answered, and saving a life was not stupid. Especially saving Worf’s life. It was courage, love, not stupidity.

“You didn’t have to do it…It was dangerous, indeed, you got hurt.”

“Yes, but you would have been hurt then…” you said and it looked like a challenge of who was the most stubborn person between the two of you.

“It didn’t matter, I am a warrior, after all, I would fight till the end.” He said and you sighed. When Worf started to talk about warriors, you could not bear him.

“Yes, I know but… I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you, too…” his tone was softer than before, because it was important, it was hard to say the truth, which he truly cared.

“Things are great now, we should not think about the bad consequences that would have been.” You explained, maybe you were the one who had to comfort him now.

“Yes, I know…” he could not stop to blaming himself.

“You don’t have to be worried, you have no fault…” you keep saying, so angry that he could not understand but at the same time, you found him so sweet in his harsh ways.

“I should have…”

“No, I did what I did because I loved you, I could not live without you…”

Your words hit him, they were so true and sweet, he looked down and he was glad, but he was still so proud. He was a real warrior but he was still unable to fight his feelings or to be nicer with himself.

Then Worf looked you in the eyes, you knew he felt the same for you, he didn’t need to say it, he was so shy sometimes but you were sure, his love was strong and sincere. He would not be here, he would be not worried if he didn’t care about you.

“I let you rest, I would be glad if you stay here more, be sure to feel totally rescued.” Word said, this time had been so sentimental that he was surprised of himself as well. 

“Ok, ok…But could I come back to my quarters, at least?” you asked him.

“Yes, you can… I will visit you to make sure you are not forcing yourself.”

Yes, he was not going to give up, he was such a severe nurse. 

“Ok, ok, chef…” you giggled.

[creednight]

crimsonwitch19 requested this. Jacob’s S/O having powers like the scarlet witch. It turned out longer than expected so I made a separate post. Enjoy!

Being an assassin meant staying hidden to you, working in the shadows was meant literally. Not many people knew much about you and you’ve grown to accept that. Being powerful, meant being alone.

Until Jacob Frye blew up a factory.

That was the day you met and it’s been a whirlwind since. On one hand, you love how exciting the world can be. On the other, you are terrified of losing control and destroying everything around you. Especially Jacob. Ever since you found out about your powers, you were smart and kept them secret. Coming from a powerful line of the Isu is nothing but a curse in your eyes. When he was alive, your mentor, did his best to help you train and practice in secret. He was the only other one to know of you and he took it to his grave. You think of him everyday, and the lessons you went through and it’s what drives you to stay hidden. Not even Jacob knows…

“Jacob, I can’t go,” you speak in an exasperated tone while planting your feet firmly on the ground. He turns and sweeps you off your feet and into his arms. “Sure you can, love. I already have a spot on the carriage warmed up for you!” “Jacob, no,” you begin to panic. A carriage ride is bound to spell trouble, there’s no way nothing’s going to happen. You’ve indulged in him enough, now you have to go back to HQ and help Evie… “Don’t even think of going to be with my sister,” he rolls his eyes. “Honestly, I’m insulted you’d even think of her when I have you in my arms.” “Please don’t make me do something drastic,” you close your eyes and sigh. You wouldn’t use your powers here, there are too many Rooks watching. Too many people that could be killed if the Templars found out how dangerous you were. “Oh, please Y/N. I’m not scared,” he growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, before tossing you up onto the carriage. Your face is much to warm and your heart racing way too fast for you to move and actually have two feet on the ground. Curse him. He knows just how to make your knees quake, he’s too big of a weakness! “It’ll be quick, I promise,” he slides into the spot next to you. His hands grasps the reigns tight as he leans forward and swallows you up in his eyes. “Y/N?” Heart pounding. Stomach rolling and your certain bits warm with the look he’s giving you, you groan and nod. “Swear to me we won’t run into trouble!” “What fun is that?” he snorts and the carriage lurches forward at his snap.

The entire time you scan the crowds, the streets and the alleys for the Blighters. It’s been at least a half hour, there’s no way you’re going to make it to your end goal without trouble. That never happens! Especially with Jacob, running through the streets like an absolute mad man.

“Jacob! Please!” you beg when he whips around a corner and little too fast for your liking. Grasping his sleeve, you dig your face into his arm as he laughs over the people’s shouts for him to slow down. “Isn’t this fun?” he leans his cheek on the top of your head before allowing the poor horse to take a trotting pace. “I’ve always known your idea for fun was twisted, but this!” you grab your pants, looking like you’re about to jump. “Oh don’t go, Y/N!” Jacob pulls you back in. “You’re always holed up in the train, HQ or at home-” “For good reason!” you interject but he continues. “-I just want you to be with me and have fun,” he states as though it were an outing at the park they were talking about and not racing through the streets, careening around sharp corners hoping for some Blighters to notice. “Jacob,” you take a deep breath, “there’s a very good reason why I shouldn’t be out in the field.” “Nonsense, your fighting is amazing,” he whistles at the horse and the two of you lurch back at the force of moving forward suddenly.  “I-” Your words are cut off by the sound of guns firing and the thunderous pounding of hooves coming from both sides. You go pale as on carriage of Rooks takes on one of the Blighters, leaving you and Jacob with one for yourselves. The look he gives you is that of a child left alone in a candy shop. Clutching your pistol, you take a deep breath and remember your training. 

The warm buzz of your powers comes alive at the sound of the Blighters’ war cries. You love a good fight, more than you would like to admit, but it’s too dangerous to be out in the open with it. Without thinking anymore about it, you twist around, avoiding Jacob handing you the reigns and begin shoot at the other cart. You manage to hit one man in the arm, knocking him off the of the cart and into the street. Your heart pounds at the sound of his cries as he’s left behind. The other two, a man and woman, on the cart give you murderous glares. 

“(Y/N)?” Jacob gets your attention back. You glance over at him to see him holding out the reigns for you and you concede to taking them. You can’t lose control, the faster you’re out of this mess the safer you’ll be. 

Jacob is just as eager to be shooting at them, occasionally laughing when a shot just barely misses. The twists and turns cause you to start to panic. You don’t know the streets of London as well as Jacob or Evie. You’ve seen the maps yes, but everything is so different.  You screech when another cart rams into the side of your carriage. Jacob pays no mind as you try to dislodge yourself from it when the other cart blocks you in. You send apologies to the horse as you try to force it to run faster when you look just past its head. 

You lose feeling in your fingers and feet at the sight of the bridge ahead. It would be easy for one cart to back off and the other to run you two off the bridge.

“Jacob!” you scream as the streets clear and the left side urges you towards the right. The assassin turns towards the front, he sees the plan right away and pops into the driver’s seat to take control.  “It’s going to be bumpy!” he shouts as he pulls back to slow the horse down. The poor thing gets swept off it’s feet at the incline of the bridge, you feel yourself become weightless as you’re catapulted into the air. Jacob’s arms wrap around you but all you see is hard grown from this height. Unable to breathe or really think about it, you let the warm buzz turn into a fire in your chest. You shove your arms out and a blast of bright red light flows from your fingertips to the ground. It’s not a soft landing but loads safer than before. 

Ignoring Jacob’s surprised grunt, you twist around and clap your hands together and rip them apart to pull the wooden carriage in half so as not to land on you. The horse is still down and trying to get up. The other two carriages are coming at you full speed and you don’t even stop to consider what you’ve done. 

Freeing yourself of Jacob’s grasp you walk to the center of the bridge, fingers doing a dance as you welcome your powers into your control. With the flick of your wrists a blighter on each side is thrown of the cart. One by one, you wave your arms and off they go into the Thames. 

Jacob watches in awe as you dispose of the enemy effortlessly and slow the carts down and release the horses. Panting and feeling a bit dizzy, you let go of the hum and the red light slithering around you fades to nothing. You turn to Jacob with sad eyes. 

“I need to go back to the train now.”

[creednight]

Sorry about that. Jacob Frye My request about the s/o having powers like Scarlet Witch.

That’s totally okay, friend! Just a warning, it’s a long one! I am going to post it separately!

[creednight]

I was wondering would you be able to do one where the s/o has powers like Scarlet Witch but she keeps them hidden until she lashes out and has a mini panic attack?

Yes, but who’s it for? Which Assassin?