“I’m going to need you to back away from me with that thing.” For such a tall man, it was far too amusing to Breanna to see him backing away from her like she was holding a poisonous animal.
“What, this?”
“Bree, I can brush my own beard, thank you.”
“It’s just a brush! Let me do it!”
“The last time I let you brush my goatee, I ended up with ribbons in it.”
She held her hands out, fingers spread. “No ribbons. Just a brush.”
He still looked dubious, but with a grumble, he stopped trying to back away from her. Knowing him, he was going to consider that a mistake, later. She deligently combed his goatee, taking great care to make it even and trim like he favored it. Once she was done, she offered up a smile to him. “See? No ribbons.”
Fergus inspected himself in the mirror for a long while before nodding in approval. “Not bad, not bad at all.” Leaning down, he kissed her thoroughly, leaving her grinning like an idiot as she followed him out of the room.
It wasn’t until they got to the war table that Fergus figured out the flaw in having Breanna brush his goatee so meticulously.
His trim hair downright *sparkled* in the dark lights of the projector. But the actually hilarious part was that Theron’s lips did too.
And that was how the Alliance discovered Breanna, Fergus and Theron were all an item.
I wanted an update of her for the post-Trespasser timeline over at @thedastimelines. Fifteen years after the Blight & more than a decade after she joined the Grey Wardens, she’s got more grey in her hair & she’s picked up some more scars, but she’s not quite as serious as she used to be.
Bree has no issue with PDA. She jumps on Fergus’ back more often than she’s certain he likes for her to, and she’d tap his ass more often if it weren’t for the 300 pounds of plating he calls a uniform. Sheesh. She probably grabs either of her boys by the collar and pulls them down to her for a kiss before heading out for a mission. You never know.
Vay has no issue with PDA either, although she’ll be more respectful about it. She tries not to get hands-y at the War Table, for example. Usually. Sometimes she’ll pat Theron on the ass, but PDA there is mostly held to leaning up against him as everyone talks.
Jiri is more reserved, and will shun most PDA. Simple gestures are fine, but nothing explicit. Vector gets away with more than Theron does.
Vamien, seeing as he has next to no experience in this field, doesn’t tend to initiate it himself. So he largely follows Theron’s lead, and Theron is a fan of keeping things lowkey.
Raexya will absolutely initiate it, but she’s not a fan of Quinn doing so. Which is convenient, because Quinn isn’t a fan of it at all.
A hug from behind to rest their head on the other’s.
It was difficult to forgive herself, when she realized what she’d done. Fergus was recovering from a wound that had solely been meant for her, and here she’d gone and slept with Theron, instead. Granted, it wasn’t like it was the first time - and Fergus had very much been present for that one - but she didn’t even know where they stood, let alone where things stood with Theron’s involvement.
But Fergus had come out of the kolto tank, recovering from the wound that could have ended him. She found out when his arms slipped around her, drawing her back against his chest and resting his head on the top of her own. “Hey.”
A gasp escaped her, her hands reaching to cover his own before squirming to turn around in his grasp. Bringing her hands up to his cheeks, she withdrew her head from under his as she beamed up at him, her eyes taking in the sight of him. “You’re awake! Why didn’t they tell me?”
“Wanted it to be a surprise, I’m sure. You could probably use a few positive surprises,” he replied, a smile of his own forming upon his lips.
Sighing, she curled her arms around him and hugged him close, keeping in mind the wound he now sported. “I was lost without you,” she admitted softly. “I thought about leaving, but I couldn’t…”
“Hey. It’s alright. I’m just glad you’re ok.” His hand came up to cradle the back of her head, and she initially relaxed into the touch…
…Until Theron came into the room, datapad in hand. “Oh. I’m not interrupting something, am I?”
Immediately, she stiffened, something that immediately drew Fergus’ attention. He frowned softly, withdrawing just enough to look down at her. “Is everything ok?”
Fuck. She was not looking forward to this. “Imight’vesleptwithTheron.” It all escaped her as one word. Since he knew what she’d said, Theron froze over by the doorway, immediately locking gaze with Fergus.
Fergus looked confused, processing the confession that he’d scarcely heard. Looking to Theron, he could see the tension in the other man’s shoulders, and slowly started to piece it together.
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry. I just—”
“—It’s ok, it is. I mean, well…”
Theron brought a hand up to rub his forehead slightly. “Are we really going to do this now?”
“It’s not my fault your ass is so irresistible,” Fergus deadpanned.
The comment had her looking up at him, confusion etched in her features. “Wait, what?”
“It seems we all have to have a talk.” Fergus motioned to Theron, who was visibly hesitant to come over, but immediately dipped under Fergus’ arm even as he slipped one of his own around the other’s waist.
With the two ‘offending’ people curled around Fergus’ arms, she didn’t even sense any hostility towards them. “I… I don’t understand.”
In response, Fergus leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead, before turning to do the same with Theron’s. “I was hesitant to mention it, because it could prove complicated. But…”
“…You’re dating.”
“We were,” Theron corrected gently. “It sorta got put on hold when we found you again. Neither of us felt comfortable continuing when we didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”
Breanna blinked up at them, taking in each of them in turn. “Wait. Feel about what?”
“Trying this. Us.”
“The three of us?”
“Why not?” Fergus remarked, looking down at her.
It was a damn good question, one that left her silent for once as she mulled it over. From above them both, Fergus smirked, motioning for Theron to do what he was so good at. It left Theron shaking his head, before he leaned down and kissed Breanna gently. “Let’s face it, we’re all drawn to each other, if for different reasons. We made it work once… why not a bit longer?”
When she looked up at Fergus, his expression was open, hopeful… and fuck if she could deny him. It had worked for one night, and it was quite obvious that she was attracted to them both. Maybe it wouldn’t work in the long term but for the time being, it certainly couldn’t hurt to have a little bit of fun, right?
hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
This entire journey was almost becoming too much for her. Her years spent as a smuggler had not prepared her for the demands of leadership, for the demands of balancing a lifestyle that never really came into contact with her own. Force, schmorce, as far as she was concerned. Give her a good blaster, and she’d be just fine.
But now she had a voice in her head that wouldn’t shut up, and she was surrounded by Republic and Imperial personnel. Normally she would have avoided these people like a plague, but at this point, they’d saved her; risked everything to get her back.
Yet even as she stood amongst a group that looked up to her, surrounded by people that called themselves her ally, she wanted nothing more than to be alone. To grab Fergus and just run. She never wanted this, never wanted any of this. And yet, she had been forced into it, all because of this damn voice in her head. Not to mention the fact that the universe wasn’t anything like she remembered it to be.
A familiar hand rested on the small of her back, and she looked upwards, coming across Fergus’ lips rising faintly in what she knew was reassurance. She met it softly, then sighed as she looked to the nearby console, showing her data about the gangs on Asylum. Nothing was as she remembered it anymore, but dammit, some things were still around to make fighting worthwhile.
Bre/Fergs/Theron (Yes I'm going to torture you :D ) - 37, 31, 3
I hate you (no I don’t, I love you forever, and I’m so happy you’re feeding my addiction). For the record, Breanna (smuggler) is mine, Faergus (trooper) is hers, and Theron is ours (aka, they’re in a poly-ship). I’m obviously making some assumptions here, so I’d be happy to hear if you think otherwise!
- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?
Breanna and Fergs are open about being in a relationship. Theron’s element is more secretive, I think. Theron thinks it’s enough of a security risk that the alliance leaders are linked to each other - to air another potential weak point is unwise.
Bree stops giving a fuck after a certain point and just jumps on Theron’s back at the base sometimes, until he gives in to her demands (usually to come to bed - I also headcanon that Fergs threatens Theron with this same action once and Theron just gawks and immediately turns heel to the bedroom).
- Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?
I can see Bree finishing sentences, for some reason. Sometimes she’ll cut in with something that they definitely wouldn’t say (”What’s in it for me?”, much?). She wears them down on nicknames, though, with her need to give everyone a nickname (Koth will eternally be known as ‘Three’ for that ‘three minutes’ stunt, istg).
- How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross?
Well, we know what Theron would do. >.> I think Fergs would risk anything for Bree, and I’m assuming for Theron? He might think Theron is better equipped to handle things than Bree is, though? And I don’t mean that in a sexist way, I mean that in a ‘better trained’ way. So he might not take the same risks that he would for Bree. imo?
Bree... she’d be reckless for them both, even at risk of herself. She knows Faergus is more than capable of defending himself, but if she sees a chance to do something to help him if he’s in a tight spot, she’ll take it, no matter the circs. For Theron? Yea, she’d be stupid reckless, too. That Rishi bit? She probably got hit more times than normal just charging into the base to save him.
As for lines, Breanna probably wouldn’t have any. If her boys were in danger, she’d really do some stupid shit to help them.
*cracks knuckles* Gonna start with the one you know, and who I’ve never mentioned here before.
-Breanna: Absolutely the jealous type. If someone looks at Faergus, she will glare them down! She’s more territorial of "Boots” than she is of Theron, but jealousy will flare up if someone flirts with Theron, too. If Theron and Boots flirt with each other, I dunno HOW she’ll react.
-Vayllaa: She can be, but she knows Theron is loyal to her. She’ll lay claim to him later, privately. *wicked grin*
-Raexya: She doesn’t give in to jealousy, it’s not worth her time. Quinn is loyal to her, to a fault (now). She has nothing to be jealous of, because he won’t give into temptation.
-Jiriata: She’s not the jealous type, because it’s not something that she thinks is worth being. She’s quite comfortable with Vector’s decision-making process… and once they meet Theron, the three of them satisfy each other quite well. If they need more, well, she’d let them.
"i’m not going anywhere without you." The usual suspects.
It always amused her how often she was allowed into meetings. Super classified, hush hush, the Republic is on the line! But usually she got to join him, since he vouched for her. It was rare that she wasn’t in on the mission briefing - even Garza was getting used to her. Sorta.
Okay, maybe not.
But Belsavis was interesting. Breanna got to see what it was like for a squad that screwed up - and the results of that. When the Republic wants to scapegoat you, man, they go all out!
Things were starting to get rough, though, and the leader of Dagger Wing, the glue that kept them all together, had gone after the man that had put their unit on this hellhole. She couldn’t really blame him, but she had a sinking suspicion that things were about to get dicey.
Sure enough, the damn Sith was in a fight with the man. Force-damned military and their sense of honor. What’s the point of going up against a Sith?
And yet, whatever that sound was didn’t sound like something she wanted to be anywhere near. She looked over at Faergus. “Bowie and I got this. I’ll catch up with you.”
“I’m not going anywhere without you,” he informed her and she scowled.
“Boots, don’t be stupid! He’s gonna get away, and we’re going to kick ourselves for it! I got this, trust me!” But Faergus was making no intent to move, instead readying himself for whatever was growling and shaking the room.
A glance behind her told her that the Sith was now out of sight. Breanna cursed and shook her head, starting to bolt down the hall. “Catch me once you’re done with that thing!”
She bolted after the Sith, ignoring Faergus’ shouts to stop her. A human against a Sith. She really was a mad-woman. Boots and his damn goody-two-shoes mentality was getting to her. These were good men, and they sure as hell didn’t deserve the shit they got.
Bowie got the brunt of it, but that damn saber nicked her good. The worst of it came when Ondorru decided to introduce her to a wall, using the force to send her flying backwards. Air left her lungs and she found herself gasping her breath, hands gripping an invisible target that wasn’t there.
All of a sudden, a shot came out of nowhere, blowing him backwards. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere without you!”
Faergus. Oh, she could kiss him right now.
Later. Shit, she’d do a hell of a lot more than kiss him, later.
With the four of them working together, Ondorru stood no chance, and the butt of Faergus’ rifle was introduced to his jawline.
“Gall ok?” She asked him breathlessly, her hand drifting to her other arm now that the fight seemed to be over.
“Alive when I left him. But how about you?”
“Nothing some kolto won’t fix. See, Boots? No one got left behind... Garza just might owe me a new blaster, is all.” She held motioned to the ground, where the thin barrel of her pistol had been cut clean.
Faergus chuckled, and was clearly was about to say something when Zess came running.
So much for that.
Fuck, she was going to bruise from this one, wasn’t she?
