Nobody in Russell’s life knows about you, he makes sure of that. Not Colter, not Dory, especially not the Horizon Group, even though they’ve tried keeping tabs on him multiple times.
The address he gives is a PO Box and every single one of his cell phones a burner. Every single time he switches one out, he texts you the new number from the road. That’s how dedicated he is to your safety, to making sure you stay protected amidst the mess that is his life.
When he comes home tonight to the house the two of you share, he can’t help but smile when he sees the warm glow of the porch light.
It’s been a gruelling week, reacquainting with his brother, tracking down Doug, getting shot. He doesn’t think he’s slept more than a couple of hours in the past seven days and he feels the exhaustion deep down in his bones as he turns off the car engine.
You’re curled up on the couch with your laptop when he lets himself into the house, wearing his Pantera t-shirt and a pair of his boxer shirts, your hair tied up in a messy bun. It does a little something to him, seeing you wear his clothes, it always has.
The first time you slipped out of those motel sheets and into one of his t-shirts he’d known he was done being a lone wolf. He’d found a mate and Russell, well it turns out he mates for life.
“You’re injured aren’t you?” You say without looking up from your computer.
“No, of course not…” He says and your eyes flicker up to meet his with an expression he knows all too well. He sighs as he sets his luggage down alongside the door. “What gave it away?”
“Duffle bag was on the wrong shoulder.” You state as you set your laptop down on the coffee table and raise to your feet. “Let me see.”
“Ariel, its fine.” He tells you but his girl, she sees right through his bullshit. It’s one of the things he loves about you.
“Russ baby.” You say, your fingers trailing along the zipper of his jacket, dragging it down. “Who are you trying to kid here?”
He hisses through his teeth as you help him out of his jacket, struggling to remove his left arm out of the sleeve.
“You’re gonna be mad.” He says frankly as you toss his jacket over the back of his armchair.
“Why would I be mad-” You trail off as your gaze comes to rest on the skin coloured gauze that’s been looped around his bicep. “You got shot again?”
“Yea.” He sighs as you start to unknot the bandage, he feels the pressure loosen on his arm as you unwrap it carefully. “It’s a through and through. Colt sterilised it…”
“He did a pretty good job.” You say examining the bullet hole in your life partner before you begin to redress it. “The wound’s clean, there’s no signs of infection.”
This is not the first time you’ve played nurse to Russell and you both know it won’t be the last. He was fortunate to fall in love with someone who’d trained as a Medic with the Rangers before leaving the service and becoming a P.I. He’s lost count of the amount of times you’ve patched him up.
“Yea well, our dad taught him well.” Russell grumbles as you carefully redress the injury.
“You wanna talk about that?” You ask him as you secure the bandage and Russ swallows hard against the ache in his chest.
His emotions on seeing Colter again are complicated. There’s a lot of shit there to unpack. The two of you don’t have secrets but he’d not ready to go into this just yet. He’s too tired, too emotional. He just wants to curl up in bed with the woman he loves and sleep for a week.
“Not yet.” He says, his good arm looping around your waist as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “I just want to be with you right now.”
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Kinda hard to accept yourself when your own reflection makes up want you tear your skin off. He hates looking at himself.
For all the fluff today we needed some angst. For some more info he’s been seeing a therapist (this therapist is aware of the Fams whole deal and backgrounds and is their collective therapist) and she’s been nice and has told him to get out of the house and into new environments. He’s hated it but after decades of forced obedience he listens to what he’s been told. This week she told him it might be best to meet new people and make friends…which he DOESN’T want to do. Because A) he doesn’t like going outdoors since his job under the domain of his mother was to scout out areas and wasn’t allowed to return home till he brought home jugulars of people she wanted dead. He’d spend most nights in hellish conditions and would end up trampled or to his luck struck by literal lightning. And B) because he’s scared and does t know how to make friends…
Thankfully he has a very supportive and understanding family 💚
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Two hours.
That’s how long Russell has with you on his way through town. Two hours of bliss as the sun begins to set in the distance, the final rays of dying light playing across your skin as you lie tangled up together on the beach.
You look beautiful underneath him, wild, flushed, untamed. Your fingertips dig into his back as he stays perfectly still, the tip of his cock barely inside you, his hand runs up and down the shaft.
“Such a good girl, letting me use you like this.” Russ whispers as your head tips back onto the blanket, your body arching. “Like my own little fuck toy.”
“Please.” You whisper and he smiles because that sound, it’s part of his game. Keep you on edge until you’re delirious with the pleasure, until your only thought is of him and only him.
This is what he wants you to remember when he’s away, the ecstasy that comes with being with him, the contentment, the love because he does love you, he will always love you, no matter how many miles there are between the two of you.
“Alright baby girl.” He mumbles against your lips, sliding home. “You want all of me, you got it.”
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Idk why I’ve been in such a Charlie mood! But I’d like to think Charlie was the first baby Russ has ever interacted with. (Carlis was still pregnant with the twins) Guys don’t bully him he’s trying his best 😭 He has no idea what he’s doing. He booped Charlie and the nose and thought the kid was gonna explode or something.
PATREON EARLY ACCESS: Valentine's Day Bingo 2025 - Two Hours - Russell Shaw x Reader
Two hours.
That’s how long Russell has with you on his way through town. Two hours of bliss as the sun begins to set in the distance, the final rays of dying light playing across your skin as you lie tangled up together on the beach.
Does Ryan have any known family or.. is Russ his only closest connection right now? 👀
“I do have family. My older sister and younger sister. Our parents have already passed away unfortunately. Thank you for asking. And yeah Russ is my only friend currently by other marine buds passed.”
