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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Ronan and Ba'kif political drama continues.

Title: Buried in Ice

Characters: Ronan, Ba'kif , Thurfian and others

Chapters: 7/?

Summary: Ronan adjusts to life with the Chiss when a sudden revelation leads him to realize that his fate is not as firmly in his hands as he'd thought it was.

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The Mitth gardens were a sight to behold this time of year. The warmer months, barely warm but ushering enough refracted sunlight, had summoned different blooms and new foliage and a few native species flittered from branch to branch. One would think the place would be teeming with visitors when in fact, it was empty.

The truth was that the gardens were merely decorative – a place to take important dignitaries on a stroll when they were bored but otherwise ignored by the various administrators and syndics that went about their business. It would almost seem haunted if it weren’t for how pristine it was.

Neatly clipped hedges and carefully curated displays betrayed an army of gardeners that toiled away elusively to keep the place in peak condition. Order required constant maintenance. And the same was true of politics.

‘Never trust your affairs to behave while you’re away’ a fellow syndic had once said and Thurfian could only smile wryly in agreement as he gave the scenery one last glance before going back to pacing the dark interior of his office.

The trip had taken a fortnight. An annual journey to visit the Mitth patriels of adjacent worlds, a brief and mostly ceremonial affair and yet all had managed to go to hell in his absence. Thurfian had to hand it to Thrawn – the echoes of his actions were just as skilled at making his life more difficult as the man himself had been.

Now a single botched assassination attempt threatened to collapse his reputation altogether, Thurfian fumed, his nerves whittled by the stress he’d had to endure since landing back on Csilla. He remembered first learning of it as his ship descended towards the surface. The haste with which he’d sought out Ba’kif, only for that conversation to backfire spectacularly.

“I’ll cut to the chase, I know what you’re thinking.” Thurfian saved them both the preamble as they cut through the crowd.

“Truly? And what is that, Your Venerante?” Ba’kif feigned a smile and Thurfian bristled at the light sarcastic tone. He was slightly breathless, having come here directly from his ship and he hardly had the patience for the other’s glibness.

“Don’t play daft,” he hissed, “You think I’m here to act overly concerned to make a show of innocence. Someone is trying to frame me.”

“If you’re talking about the attempt on my secretary, no accusations have been made.”

“You sought me out twice while I was away.”

“I never said why.”

“We both know why!”

“I’m sorry, your Venerante, but I’m afraid I can’t help you if you aren’t more specific.”

“You know this was set up to make me look guilty.”

“That’s awfully speculative.”

“Would you say it’s unreasonable?”

“It’s not for me to say what’s reasonable. But I assure you, I’m working to discover what is true.”

Thurfian grit his teeth at the memory.

Needless to say, that meeting hadn’t been productive. Part of Thurfian had anticipated it. The imprint of Thrawn’s exile wouldn’t allow itself to be wiped so easily and so long as it remained in living memory, there would be resentment. Yet another part of him reeled at being so readily condemned.

But those were thoughts that only served to trip him up further. Right now, his priority laid in proving his innocence and facts were what he needed to focus on.

The bottle had been left in the janitorial room. The instructions were anonymous but the staff had delivered it to the bureau’s office none the wiser, after which it had found its intended recipient. There was no surveillance in the corridor leading to the cleaning staff’s wing, which was their first mistake. The belief that no one would infiltrate this deeply into Csaplar so there was no need to monitor every hallway, nook and cranny. They had grown complacent, so sure that they only needed to watch for an enemy from without and not from within.

Now the culprit could be anyone and Thurfian realized how this looked for him. People already knew or would know of his disapproval of the human and could use that to implicate him. A patriarch’s affairs were never private. And neither were their affinities and inclinations. To make matters worse, the culprit had made sure to make it look like the wine had come from someone of high standing, someone as high as a patriarch. An obvious machination but one that would still weigh heavy in a potential trial.

And if someone wanted to use that against him… Like Zistalmu who knew about his visits and complaints to Ba’kif. Who was still angry about that whole thwarted fiasco with the Thuf and whose involvement as an Irizi advisor and instigator had been brought out into the open in the process. It was the whole reason why Thurfian had gone to Ba’kif with that case in the first place, to steer blame away from himself and make it seem like the case had been solved by a neutral party.

If his suspicions were misplaced, bringing up an accusation would only further sour the relationship.

“You know what we stand to gain from this alliance,” Thurfian had tried to remind his friend recently, only to get a scoff in return.

“If you insist on reminding me so often, your Venerante, then maybe you’re the one who’s not comfortable with this arrangement,” Zistalmu had bit back and Thurfian could do nothing but concede.

It was getting harder and harder to maintain his alliance with Zistalmu when their family interests constantly pitted them against each other, he reflected grimly.

Indeed, as much as it chafed to admit it, the nature of the case had left him in a state of even bigger uncertainty than he normally found himself in. Questioning his position and alliances and pointing fingers that could potentially burn bridges.

Which might be, Thurfian thought darkly, exactly what their enemies wanted... And if someone was trying to shake the foundations of his alliances, then maybe this was bigger than any of them suspected.

With that ominous possibility in mind, he moved back to his desk, pressing the comm button integrated into the wood and waiting for his aide to receive the call.

 “Yes, your Venerante?” Thivik’s voice sounded from the other side.

“I want you to arrange a meeting,” Thurfian said, feeling his resolve harden as he charted his next move.

“A meeting, your Venerante? Would that be official or private?”

“Official. And do it as soon as possible.”

___

Three days later found him in his office again, awaiting a very special guest. Thivik had informed him of the transport’s arrival and he watched as it deposited its cargo in the plaza at the foot of the building where an aide waited to intercept it.

The figure’s strides were quick and purposeful as it crossed the square, clearly restless, and Thurfian felt a flash of satisfaction.

Bold and reckless. Just as he’d expected.

As he positioned himself in his chair to wait, he reflected on the desperation with which Ba’kif had tried to prevent this meeting, only to be blocked at every turn. If Ba’kif thought he was the only one who could play this game, he was sorely mistaken. Before long the sound of footsteps echoed on the marble floor outside and Thurfian turned to watch his guest stride through the door imperiously.

“Your Venerante.”

“Secretary Lyron.” Thurfian offered a smile. “Please take a seat.”

The usual pleasantries made their rounds but the human was reliably direct which Thurfian appreciated. Neither of them were here to waste time.

“So what, I’m here because you think I orchestrated this whole thing to implicate you?”

Thurfian paused in answering the question, taking the other in and focusing on the green and gold administrator robe. The sight of an alien wearing their traditional dress was still off-putting. He supposed he might have been more open to it in another context but this was Thrawn’s envoy, a being of extraordinary gall and unearned privileges.

He was once again reminded of Ba’kif’s efforts to thwart this visit and took solace in that.

“No, I don’t suspect you,” he answered at length, almost breaking into a smile. Someone of your meager standing doesn’t have the access to such resources. And neither are you wily enough to evade the scrutiny Ba’kif has you under.

As though sensing the condescension, the human grew visibly annoyed.

“I don’t suspect you,” Thurfian repeated thoughtfully. “But you seem to suspect me, correct?”

“What gave you the idea?”

This time Thurfian allowed the smile. At the very least, he wouldn’t need to catch the other up. He shifted his posture, turning it into something more pointed as he maintained eye contact.

 “Why did you come here if you are so sure I’m your potential murderer.”

The tactic seemed to work and the human drew back into himself, that skittish mind working behind dull brown eyes to consider the question.

“You wouldn’t be so bold as to try and kill me here,” he tried eventually. “Especially now that you’re under suspicion.”

“Good. And?”

“And it would tarnish your reputation.”

Correct, Thurfian thought approvingly. As much as he wanted to think that a dubious alien agent wouldn’t be missed, there were those who had still thrown in with him. Those to whom pure usefulness outweighed their xenophobia and this Ronan had gathered allies as a result.

This wasn’t to say that killing the man had been an option. His presence was a nuisance but nothing that warranted such drastic action.

Yet considering the optics of it had still been informative. No, killing Brierly’ro’nan in his homestead in broad daylight wasn’t an option. More than that, Thurfian had taken pains to arrange the meeting through official channels to further take suspicion off himself. He suspected the human knew that as well and that was why he was there in the first place.

Even so it was a bold move to accept the invitation, Thurfian had to admit.

“I have good reason not to want to be associated with this case.” Thurfian agreed. “Even as a mere suspect. The fact of the matter is, Secretary, that I am being framed, plain and simple. And I want my reputation cleared.”

“You want me to help you investigate the case.”

“Precisely.”

A shadow of distrust flashed over the human’s face.

“And why shouldn’t I trust General Ba’kif to resolve this instead?”

“Oh, I’m hoping that you will.” Thurfian said amicably. “With myself and the general working parallel, all of this might be resolved much sooner. There are means available to the Syndicure not available to the military, as you can probably guess. If you leave Ba’kif to crack this case alone, you will be limiting the amount of resources put towards discovering your assassin.”

“Forgive me, Your Venerante, but I fail to see how that would benefit you.”

“Your meaning?”

“You’ve been lobbying to get me removed from my position. Reputation aside, I can’t see why my death would inconvenience you.”

The accusation was as veiled as could be but that wasn’t what got Thurfian’s blood boiling. Again this creature made the wrong assumptions and Thurfian had no intention of letting it stand.

“Let me make myself clear, Secretary. You have no idea how far I would go for my people.” I would readily give my life. I would break my principles for them. And I would even tolerate you, if I have to.

“Make no mistake, I could have you removed at any moment. But as things stand, that would be counterproductive for the Ascendancy as a whole.”

Despite the ice in his voice, the human stood his ground, looking almost distracted as he seemed to ponder something.

“You could tolerate me, yet you couldn’t tolerate Thrawn,” he said finally and the words took Thurfian by surprise.

The momentary shock destabilized him and for a brief window, thoughts that he’d been trying to ignore rushed back to the surface from the deepest corners of his mind. Doubts of whether these efforts to break him weren’t a campaign to bring Thrawn back. But the attempts of someone trying to keep him out.

Someone afraid that what he was doing in the Empire was actually working.

Or, Thurfian shook his head, he was merely overthinking this and this was yet another attempt at jostling the political landscape. He needed to get a grip on himself, he thought angrily.

“Thrawn was a different matter,” he waved it off. A danger to his people. Even if they refused to see it as such. The human went to protest but Thurfian cut him off before he had the chance.

“Let me put it this way. Ba’kif has taken it upon himself to vouch for you here and the Mediation Bureau is his initiative. This means that if something happens to you, he will take that failing personally. This, however, makes him blind to the grand scheme of things. To what our common enemy might be doing.

I believe this is the work of someone who might have a personal grudge against you. Someone to whom cooperation with the Grysks would come with the added bonus of getting you killed.”

At that, Thurfian finally got the response he desired as the human’s eyes widened and he lost his composure for the first time since coming there.

“You actually think the Grysks were involved in this?” he stumbled over his words, mauling some of their pronunciation in the process.

Thurfian smiled wryly. “It wouldn’t be the first time. And it won’t be the last.”

“But – ”

“To implicate one of the Syndics. To sow discord and suspicion in the Aristocra. To exacerbate family conflicts. Drive the wedge between Syndicure and military further. Spoil our chances for a future alliance with your Empire.” He waved a hand “Take your pick.”

The human winced visibly, probably realizing the stupidity of his own question. Of course the Grysks had a vested interest in this. It was plain to see if one was only willing to dig far enough. To extend the scope of an internal affair to the real, overall scheme it played into.

And the human seemed to realize that as well judging by the way he’d begun to fidget in his seat. Sensing his opening, Thurfian dove in to drive his point further.

“It’s not about your death. Your death by itself would be inconsequential to the Ascendancy. It’s the chaos caused by the way you die that matters. Already it’s driving a wedge between me and general Ba’kif. Another wrinkle in the relationship between Syndicure and navy.”

Ba’kif, however, was unfortunately blind to it. He had so much faith in Thrawn’s judgment that he believed this man was somehow an invaluable asset. He was looking at this whole thing backwards; rather than seeing the bigger picture, he was staring at the grassroots, just because Thrawn had planted the seeds.

This is bigger than you, Thurfian thought as he glared at the human opposite him, bigger than Thrawn.

And the sooner they all realized that, the better.

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Love Languages

Receiving Gifts

Receiving thoughtful gifts from their loved ones to show they love and think of them. These ideas are about what a person with this love language would love to receive.

bringing home flowers without a reason

grabbing their favourite dessert from a far away bakery

planning and surprising them with a vacation to a place they always wanted to go to

bringing home something that they saw in the store and that they maybe don't need but that they just had to buy because it reminded them of their partner

getting them a new video game that they can play together

buying them new gear for a hobby that they enjoy

purchasing tickets to their favourite artist/s

gifting them a sentimental piece of jewellery

buying them a limited edition of their favourite book

creating and gifting them with a scrap book full of photos and sentimental items, like tickets that show their relationship

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the one that didn't get away - Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Words: 780

Fluff, angst

A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for my dear @iosonoarina 💕💕

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War was over.

The Avengers had won. Well, Thanos was defeated and now it was time to mourn the losses and go back to the world that they had known before the snap. A world that part of Natasha didn’t believe would ever come back.

Now there was hope again. Hope that she would find you home, safe and sound and things would pick up from where you’d left them before Thanos had almost destroyed everything. Hope that she would find you home and that you’d still love her. 

Hope that everything will be okay.

**

“Banner, I’m fine, let me go.” Natasha insisted, wanting to be cleared so she could make it home to her apartment - a place where she’d barely slept as it felt like a haunted museum without you in it. A museum holding the memories you two had made, a museum reminding her of how empty her life was without you.

“You will come back for more testing tomorrow, you hit your head.” 

“My head is fine but yours won’t be if you keep me here.” 

“Fine, fine. Go.” Bruce lifted his arms in defeat.

Natasha stole the keys to one of Tony’s cars and drove off, speeding towards her old apartment. She had no phone on her and the closer she got to that apartment, the more her pulse raced.

Her heart stopped completely when she pulled up in front of the apartment building and saw you emerge from the door.

“Nat..” Nat saw you whisper and ran out of the car, wrapping her bruised body around yours. She started shaking as relief flooded every cell of her body.

“Любимая…” Natasha repeated over and over again as the two of you held each other in the middle of the sidewalk. She didn’t care that her body ached from the long battle, she didn’t care that there was so much that she still needed to do. No. There was you, solid and breathing in her arms. The scent of you enveloping her, your presence finally anchoring her home after so many years of drifting.

You cupped her face gently, scanning and making sure that she was whole, that she wasn’t a dream.

“What happened?” You asked but your question was silenced with a desperate kiss which you reciprocated just as passionately.

“It was a bad time.” Nat caressed your face gently, your heart breaking when you felt her hands shaking against your skin, touching you almost with a reverence.

“I’m here. We’ll handle it.” You reassured her before leading her back into the apartment.

**

Time went on. The two of you were almost inseparable and it came as a huge relief to you when Natasha announced that she will step back from the Avengers. There would be less shadows haunting you two. 

“You’re staring.” Yelena scolded her older sister as you were making tea in the kitchen of your apartment.

“Mind your own business.” Nat bit back playfully.

“You’re so in love, I could puke.” Yelena made a gagging face.

“You’ll find your person too.” Nat winked at her and then moved her gaze back to you.

“I can’t believe that you two made it.” Yelena commented.

“Why?” You asked, looking at your future sister-in-law. The two of you had grown closer in the months after endgame, and in your new home with Natasha, Yelena had her own room, which she joked was as if she was your pet.

“Because the world tried to tear you apart yet you resisted.” 

“No, Thanos tried to tear us apart, we finished his stupid grape face.” Nat argued. 

Her comment made the three of you laugh. There was still lingering darkness from the time of the snap and the final battle, but Nat frequented therapy and you knew that it would all work out.

“So, did you set a date for the big day?” Yelena looked at you and Nat all snuggled up on the couch.

“No, we are not rushing.” 

“Are you tempting fate?” Yelena teased petting your orange cat who plopped herself on the floor next to her.

“She is the one that didn’t get away. There’s no doubt about that.” Natasha smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. She’d had other relationships before meeting you but her soul knew that she’d found home with you the moment she’d laid eyes on you and getting you back was something that she would have given up everything for.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You teased, even though Natasha could see the tears shining in your eyes.

“Good.” Nat kissed you gently.

“Lord, save me.” Yelena muttered, bursting your little bubble and lightening the mood. 

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Bed Sharing Scenarios

the bed is big enough for two people without touching, but unfortunately there is only one blanket

we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in

we have to sleep on the forest ground, so everything can be the bed, but we still sleep close, because we feel too exposed

you woke me up screaming from a nightmare, and I’m tired, so let’s cuddle so the nightmares don’t come anymore

we rented a place together with our friend group for vacation, but there are only double beds in every room and everyone else already found a sleeping partner

our cover is that we're a couple and it only makes sense to sleep in the same bed

we always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?

without enough money, I can only pay for one person to sleep in the hotel, so you need to sneak in and we share

we sat on my bed and talked for hours and eventually we just fall asleep

there is only one good pillow and we both don’t the neck pain, so I guess we have to press our heads close together

we’re camping and my tent ripped, can I please share yours?

there was a big party at some people’s house and we wake up in the same bed together, what happened?

we fell asleep on the couch, watching a movie and wake up entangled with each other

we're snowed in and there is not a lot of space and heat

sharing a bed used to be quite normal for us, when did that change?

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Coming Home - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Description: You and Nat found home in each other and neither of you is willing or ready to lose that.

Words: 1055

Slightly angsty, comfort and fluff

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