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note: hi amelia sorry you're about to wake up to a 2k nuke bomb. ALSO SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 20
"Well, Olethra is a sweet girl," Marya finally says, when they have tired themselves out with their banter. She has not been able to stop smiling the entire while. Her cheeks ache from it. "The two of you are adorable. You will do great things together."
She watches as Ludmila bites her lip, furrowing her brows. "You think so?"
"I know so," Marya assures. And then she adds, with a wink, "Soon enough, you will not even need me anymore!"
She means it as nothing more than a playful jest. A poke at her age, at the fact that, in reaching through time to save Ludmila, she has only widened the gap between them. Ludmila is narrowly into her twenties, cheeks still round with youth; centuries in a tube has preserved her, kept her just as Marya remembers her. Marya, by comparison, has pushed into her forties; for all her grief has aged her, it has not been the sole reason for the wrinkles that have appeared in her face, the slow-building frailty to her bones.
Marya expects— well, a playful response. Laughter, perhaps. Or Ludmila shoving at her again, threatening to push her off the bed.
What she does not expect, though, is dead silence. Thick as smog, it engulfs the air of the room with a swiftness that stuns her, choking up her throat.
remember how I took prompts for a while and it was disastrous?
okay yeah it was bad but you know what? I really miss writing one shots and drabbles, SO I’m gonna take prompt requests but there are gonna be a few rules:
#20 for our girls, bandaging/stitching up an injury 👀
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note: you can pry possessive mila out of my cold dead hands
"I could not just stand by and watch you get shot—"
A frustrated hiss. "Marya," Ludmila says, before she stops. There is a moment, during which Marya feels the sensation of thread being tugged upon, closing the wound, before Ludmila stands up, pushing back the chair she has been sitting on. It drags across the ground, making an awful screech that grates at Marya's ears.
"Marya," Ludmila tries again, coming to sit beside her, the mattress dipping under her weight. Reaching out to grab Marya's hands, intertwining their fingers together. "If you love me, then please stop trying to die for me."
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#67. “Oh my god! You’re in love with them!”
note: i've had this written for nearly two months but just never got around to posting it bc uni is kicking my ass
"So you've got a crush on Riz," Fig eventually says, her voice loosening something knotted tightly in his chest. "So what?"
"So what?" Fabian groans, dragging his other hand down his face. Exasperated, he turns his gaze on Fig, glowering. "Fig, it's The Ball."
"So?"
"He doesn't—"
The words clog up his throat, clumping together. Fabian gesticulates, molars clacking hard together, before finally, he manages to say, "He doesn't do that shit."
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note: what a fucking 180 from the last one i wrote LMAO enjoy!
It is not as it once was. Marya’s presence right now in Castle Odpadku’s throne room is proof enough of that fact, forced to kneel next to Ludmila’s sprawling, mechanical throne — less a seat than it is something to hold her in, her ship-like body throne enough to begin with. She is brought here whenever Ludmila opens her court, letting people in. Why the Queen of Zern goes through the pretense of diplomacy while her forces continue to ravage Zood, Marya does not know.
It is not so bad, though. If Marya shuts off her mind, forces herself to stop thinking about everything — about the whereabouts of her companions, about the war wrecking Zood, about the way Ludmila tugs her about as though she is an animal on a leash — it could almost become enjoyable. If she lowers her gaze, slips into that fuzzy void that eats at a corner of her brain, ignores the way the visitors stare at her, it becomes almost nice.
Ludmila threads her cables through Marya’s hair on those good days, when she keeps her mouth pressed shut and does not speak. A comforting touch that Marya leans into, her eyes fluttering shut.
#5, feeling their pulse. for the beloved marmila <3
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note: this got very, very tender. very, very sweet.
Ludmila stirs to the sensation of a head tucked against her chest and fingers tangled around her wrists.
"Marya," she murmurs, sleep slurring the edge of her words. She need not open her eyes to confirm it; here, tucked away in Scrapsylvania months after their return to Gath, there is only one person Ludmila allows into her life, to see her as she is — a salvaged wreck of the mechanical and the organic, crushed under the weight of all the destruction she has wrought. Weak and feeble in body, heart, and mind, Ludmila would have withdrawn into herself, given up on life altogether—
He lays back in the tub, fingertips skimming across the bubbles covering the surface.
The radio by the window plays on his favorite station, two candles each on the corner of the bathtub. The water is lukewarm by this point but he remains where he is, sipping from the glass of whiskey he poured himself earlier.
A bubble by his knee pops and he stares at where it was once, examining the new jagged scar that runs from thigh to calf. He still cannot believe he almost lost the fight. He’s the most experienced enforcer and hunter all rolled into one. Any pack would be grateful to have him, but as he listens to his pack members bustle around on the first floor, he can’t help but think of how he almost lost his.
The fight was almost two months ago and the upstart wolf that wanted in demanded to fight their weakest link. As the only human of the pack, the wolf singled him out and swiped out at him before he could react.
His alpha had almost jumped in, angry and snarling loud enough to rival a fourteen wheeler, but Ash got right back onto his feet and drew his knife.
It was a close fight, but eventually, he won and the wolf did not get to leave with its life intact. He got what he deserved after attacking the human of the most powerful pack in New York unwarranted.
Now his pack won’t let him leave the den by himself. Even a simple trip to the grocery store requires a guard. The pack betas fall all over themselves making sure he is accommodated and kept safe. Rarely do any of them spar him like they used to before the incident until Ash taunts them into fighting back.
His pack members are stupid, overprotective, possessive wolves who do not want to run the risk of losing their alpha’s mate again. Ash understands that and he knows they can’t help it, but he can take care of himself. He’s proven just how helpful and vital he is to the pack countless times. A young, upstart wolf attacking him shouldn’t be what knocks all of those building blocks down.
A knock on the bathroom door interrupts his thoughts and he sits up, eyeing all of his possible weapons at hand. The radio could work and especially the candles if he plays his cards right.
“You decent?” A deep voice that he would recognize anywhere asks.
Ash lies back in the tub and smiles. “For you? Never, sweetheart.”
The door opens and in steps his chuckling alpha. “Dinner’s almost ready. Do you want wine or something stronger with it?”
Ash looks at the glass in his hand and sets it down, beckoning for his alpha to come closer. “Just save me some water. I should cool it with the alcohol.”
Nico closes the door behind him before he walks forward and crouches beside Ash. “You’re gonna turn into a prune if you stay in there any longer. Come on out of there, love.”
“Help me up,” Ash whines, holding his arms up and grinning when Nico grabs hold of him immediately. “Wanna feel you.”
Ash wraps his legs around his alpha’s waist as soon as he is standing again, ignoring the wine-pink waves he leaves behind him in the tub. Nico grunts as his clothes dampen rapidly but doesn’t complain about it. Strong hands grip his waist as his alpha takes careful steps backward, only stopping when his back has brushed the cold porcelain of the sink.
“Won’t you take care of me, oh strong alpha of mine?” Ash teases, batting his lashes at the taller man. “You’ve been so busy. I feel like I rarely get the chance to have you all to myself.”
“You’re insatiable, love,” Nico murmurs before kissing him. “But for you, anything.”
Ash laughs into the kiss, tugging Nico’s shirt off before his alpha can stop him. “Only hungry for you, alpha.”
Nico smiles as his pants and briefs follow. “Only for me.”
