Agent Remedy

his body was still recovering from the past few games. bruises lined his abdomen, arms, and thighs but those were hard to see beneath the boston bruins hoodie and his jeans.

dean had his duffel slung over his shoulder. his phone was in his hand, catching up on a number of emails he really needed to take care of before the season kicked off and games started eating at every hour of his day. only the fact that he's wandered these halls more time than he could count helps him navigate them without watching where he's going.

Though excited for new beginnings, Mel was exhausted already. The past few days had been filled with paperwork, orientation, and familiarizing herself with the higher ups at the arena, and when she returned to her apartment in the evenings, she was unpacking and settling into her new home. Constant distractions to busy her mind, which for Mel was the way she endured life since high school. It was how she survived the darkest memories and kept from shattering into pieces with the smallest inconveniences.

Seeing the blond hair before her, she had called out her request without realizing who she had spoken to until she had caught up, and he had moved his attention from his phone to the brunette woman stopping besides him. Dean Di Laurentis. She remembered watching him out on the ice when the Bruins played the Panthers the previous season. His smile prompted one of her own, the corners of her eyes crinkling as they glanced over his face for a brief moment.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

He was tired, acting like nothing had been affecting him since the moment he saw her again was exhausting. That mixing in with the pressure and the tie, it all caused him to finally snap. With her being the final straw, she was now meant to experience the anger that had been held down since the ruling of the tie. He didn't want to hear her lies anymore, didn't want to hear words as if she was his support after all these years he'd been without her. It was just him and his father, that was it and that was all it seemed it was meant to be in his life. She could stop pretending. Andrei didn't need her pity, didn't need her to pretend they were still friends. His words weren't meant to be nice, it was finally what he was feeling be let out. Something he was learning how to do ever since the tie, even if the timing wasn't the best.

He'd said what he wanted, he was done pretending and so he thought it best now to leave. Jaw tenses as he looks back partially over his shoulder as she starts to speak up. In a way he knew she had to speak up, retaliate for his words, but his mind had been made up. How she could say she was in equal pain was beyond him. In his mind they weren't even comparable. Sure, she didn't entirely have a choice to leave as a child but that didn't mean she had to cut all communications with him in the process. It had been sudden, without word, she was gone and he was once more left alone. There's a scoff of his own at her words, heading shaking, his own way of showing he didn't believe a word she was saying. Only when she seems to be done, did he turn his head to look at her with anger still etched into normally stoic features.

He was trying to snap at her, saying he was switching gyms, and she wiped at her tears with both hands before straightening her spine. She should have known he would be stubborn, it was how he always was. Even as a child, though it was way more playful when they were children. Now? All of his resentment towards her was pouring out, it seemed. And she used to think that she deserved it. If he pushed her away, if he hated her, all the better. Let him think she had that choice, that she wanted to forget him. It was what kept him safe all these years.

However, now they were fully grown adults, and she was starting to go to therapy. Her therapist had helped her realize that her father's violence and cruelty was not her fault. She still had a long ways to go as far as healing, but she was on the right track. If Andrei wished to walk out of her life for good, she was going to explain everything. He was going to know it all before they said goodbye for the last time. If he still chose to walk away and return to being strangers, at least she could be at peace knowing he had heard the truth she'd been concealing for most of her life. She pulled off her workout glove she had wrapped around her shaking hand and lifted it straight up, revealing the scars for him to see.

"I lied to everyone about how I got this scar. I didn't get it from a cooking mishap, Andrei. My father...he found out I was trying to write to you...after we left. Trying to explain to you what had happened. He dragged me to the fireplace and pushed my hand inside of it with my letter. Forced me to sit and watch it burn. My hand didn't hurt as much as watching any hope of talking to you again get destroyed by my father. He was not the saint everyone fucking portrayed him to be. He told me that if I ever tried to contact you again..." Her breath hitched in a sob, recalling that moment as it shattered her all over again. Tears began racing down her cheeks, and she grabbed at some Kleenex on her desk.

my original batch can be found HERE! i got all kinds of angsty and protective vibes took over, but if u think of any more that you’d like to see on the list, shoot me a DM so i can add it!

“ get behind me… ”

“ stay here. ”

“ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”

“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”

“ when you love something, you protect it. ”

“ i’ll keep you safe. ”

“ do everything that i say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night. ”

“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

“ get down! ”

“ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”

“ why wouldn’t i save you? ”

“ it’s alright. they won’t be hurting you again… ”

“ of course i came for you… it would take far much more than that to stop me. ”

“ listen to me… i need to go back out there. but i promise you, i’ll be right back. okay? all i want you to do is stay hidden, and i’ll be back before you know it. ”

“ there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. ”

“ get out of here! now! ”

“ i knew you’d feel guilty; you do understand that i’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you? ”

“ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ”

“ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ”

“ protecting you isn’t my duty. it’s my privilege. ”

“ who did this to you? where are they? ”

“ listen to me. i don’t think i’ll be able to buy you much time. and once i go out there, the clock starts. so the second you hear us fighting, i want you to run. as fast and as far as you can. ”

“ are you alright? “

“ can you move? “

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “

“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “

“ i’m on my way. ”

“ it’s alright… it’s okay… i’m here now. i’ve got you. ”

“ it’s all over now. don’t panic. it’s not my blood. ”

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There's a shrug that leaves the Scotsman. It felt like an appropriate solution given the situation. Though this wasn't his bar, this was her's. Alec wasn't in charge here, not entirely. But he knew there was some backup he had with her friend behind him. They seemed amused at the idea, hearing no protest from him. However, both knew this wasn't something they should be doing anyway. Despite his small moment in a slip of time, Alec knew it wouldn't be something she'd so readily agree to. Alec was still going to take the other's reaction for his own support while moving past it, icy blue eyes then moving to look over his shoulder at the dead body and then back to Mel as Caolan moved beside her. "It was a suggestion." He finally says, accent thick as he does. "Seemed fittin' for him."

"It may be fitting for him..." Amused smile lighting up her features, she turned to the Scotsman with a chortle. "However, I don't want the wrong people poking their noses in my business. Personal and literal business. But thank you for offering." Her head gave a small shake, nose wrinkling affectionately at the dark haired savior who was hauling the creep outside. Caolan flashed her a knowing look, which she blatantly attempted to ignore, though it did make her smile widen just a little. "Oh shut up," she muttered playfully while he laughed behind her, as they both knew what he was thinking without him ever having to say a word.

Once Alec turned his attention back towards the two of them, Mel strolled over to him and placed a hand on his upper arm, leaning up on her tiptoes as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before moving past him to behind her bar.

feel free to specify which muse is in which role

( fury ) : incredibly angry

( hostage ) : held captive for ransom 

( frozen ) : suffering from hypothermia 

( tears ) : sobbing openly, unable to stop

( haunted ) : trapped in a haunted house

( fall ) : having fallen off a cliff or tall tower 

( hungry ) : half starved and malnourished

( splash ) : having fallen into a body of water 

( ends ) : having just broken off a relationship

( defend ) : unconscious as the result of a fight

( rest ) : trying to sleep, but unable to fall asleep

( fear ) : having just woken up from a night terror

( ER ) : in the hospital after an injury of some kind

( tall ) : stuck somewhere too tall for them to get down 

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

( soak ) : shivering and drenched to the bone in a rainstorm 

( shipwreck ) :  unconscious / injured, washed up on a beach

 ( student ) : getting extremely frustrated while learning new skill

( exhausted ) : too tired to stay standing, too stubborn to lie down

( lost ) : wandering in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where they are 

( party pooper ) : alone, surrounded by party decor after no one else showed up

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His first New Year celebration in the city, one of the few he hadn't been fighting in or training. Usually he was kept busy, prepping for a fight if he wasn't in one. Something, however, made his father change his mind this time and maybe it was because of whatever his son had with Mel. Considering it his holiday gift to him, Costin let his son go with Mel to celebrate the new year. It was an introduction, in a sense, to what was out there and what the city had to offer. Though he had no intention of going to Times Square, that was out of the question. He would prefer something more low key and it seemed she did too. It was how they found themselves in the local bar, Andrei more or less quiet in general as he observed everything. It wasn't that he never partied before, he just hadn't seen this small space so packed before. Downing his drink, the countdown started and he feels her take his hand in his. Attention shifts to her as the countdown reaches zero, turning to her as he sees everyone kiss who they are with. So, he leans down to do the same and ring in the new year with a kiss.

This unexpected moment cemented one thing in the mind of the brunette woman: She had died, and this was her version of heaven. There simply was no other explanation for what was occurring. At first, when she had offered the proposition of taking the boxer out for New Year's, Mel was expecting to be rejected. She was sure he had training, or perhaps his father would not allow such a distraction...or, the worst case scenario, he had another woman he preferred spending the night with.

None of those situations ended up happening, so here they were together at a local bar, having a few drinks and enjoying each other's company. Mel was not the partygoer type to begin with, so when he agreed to go somewhere more off the beaten path, she was all too relieved. New Year's Eve was always lowkey exciting to her, ringing in a new beginning and a chance to start anew with goals and joy and choosing to leave behind the darkness in the past. And here with Andrei, that could not be more fitting. When the countdown began, she threaded her fingers through his and finished her glass of champagne, and she was beaming when she felt his larger hand curling over hers.