#doc x reader

⭑.ᐟ Gustave is most definitely a giver, in all fields of intimacy. It's in his blood to help and give to people, why should the bedroom be any different for him?

⭑.ᐟ Immaculate head, and he knows it. It's probably one of his favorite stress relievers, be it a fingering or oral, he finds it relaxing. Penis or vagina, doesn't matter to him, sit down and let him take care of you.

⭑.ᐟ In turn, he can't say he's opposed to receiving head either. Though he'd never ask for it himself, he's always happy to accept it if you offer. His hand rests gently on your head as you go down on him, but he doesn't force you down at all.

⭑.ᐟ Definitely a switch, and when he tops he's a service top. Again with pleasing people being in his bones. He can't help it.

⭑.ᐟ His favorite position is definitely some form of cowboy. While he loves doing the work for you, seeing you bounce on his dick just turns him on so bad. It's addicting, and he loves it. Of course if you ask, he'll help you out. And if you don't feel like it, good old missionary has yet to let him down.

⭑.ᐟ When he bottoms he can be a bit of a brat. The words that fly out of his mouth are filthy, and he does tend to challenge you playfully. Best to put him in his place, yes?

⭑.ᐟ Speaking of, our boy definitely loves to be tied up. Nothing major, just a simple belt around his wrists or even some ribbon. Possibly a gag if he gets really into the mouthing off.

⭑.ᐟ Toys such as vibrators, dildos, plugs, whatever, are welcome in your sex life together. He doesn't mind them at all, and would be happy to use them on you or have them used on himself. As long as they're used safely and cleaned properly after every use.

⭑.ᐟ He's an old spirit, work runs him dry of energy, but don't let that defer you. Free use is something he'll discuss with you, and as long as he isn't doing genuinely important work, feel free to use him as you please. Bend him over, cock warm him, whatever you want.

⭑.ᐟ Praise, praise, praise. What more is there to say? Even when he's bratting out, he can't help but let kind words slip out. Praise him too, he loves it. Degrading is also something he's interested in, though not as much. It has to be light degradation, like calling him a slut or filthy, anything related to outside the bedroom is a no go.

⭑.ᐟ Anything that has to do with bodily harm he's willing to try once. Controlled pain is something he takes very seriously, and if you're going to be cutting into each other you best believe he's telling you where exactly to cut before hand. And obviously he's patching whatever wounds he or you received up immediately after you're done with the intimacy.

his days will typically start off very busy at an instant. his first kiss to you is in the morning when he gets out of bed, a soft press of his lips to yours with the quiet murmur of a promise to come back home soon, yet the temptation to stay remains strong as you tug him back onto the sheets with a whispering plea for just five more minutes (how can he say no to you?)

there is a fragile sanctity present in every kiss that follows. he’ll make sure that you never forget just how perfect you are in his eyes, allowing himself to soak in the atmosphere of the moment as he takes his time with you, leading and guiding your lips to mold with his own

while his kisses may feel routinely at first, there’s a silent solace in knowing that he’s made you a part of his every single day. not a sun will pass over your heads where you aren’t in it, and god forbid a day comes when he’ll end it without you being the last thing he sees at night

no words are ever capable of expressing just how much you mean to him. you’re the real dollar among supernotes, something so special and irreplaceable

lippmann

for an actor, you often have difficulties telling whether or not his words and gestures mean anything towards others, but he promises that everything he says and does to and for you are always genuine — his kisses are passionate and sincere with nothing to hide

when he kisses you, it’s raw and unguarded behind any façade. there’s a kind of honesty in the loving press of his lips to yours that no one else will ever be blessed enough to witness, because such a thing is meant for you and you alone

though he doesn’t mind public displays of affection, his preferences always lean towards loving on you in private, be it in the comfort of your shared bedroom or in any empty corner of his film sets. both hands cup your cheeks and his brows furrow as he indulges himself in your lips, breathy sighs and the softest noises shared between you both as he lets himself linger in the taste of you

it’s never the same when he’s called to give kisses on sets — his best is reserved for you and you only, his beloved muse and inspiration for everything he does

and when you find yourself jealous of those receiving his kisses on set? goodness, he’s sure to make it up to you immediately after, pressing another kiss to your knuckles as both an apology and a promise to his only love

iceman

ironic to his name, the world around you melts away when iceman presses his lips to yours for a kiss — his kisses are tender and reassuring, and the unhurried nature of them always makes you feel like you’re home in his arms

ever the gentleman, he’ll always ask for your consent before pursuing your lips. he never wants to make you feel uncomfortable, usually holding your hand in the process or cupping your cheek to guide you

any affectionate action he takes towards you is warm, a stark contrast to his name. his kisses easily steady the racing beat of your heart, soothing any inner turmoil you may be carrying on your own

not once does he ever rush, often savoring the moment when it happens. his kisses speak of comfort with a lack of urgency, prioritizing the feel of the moment without thoughts of what could happen after

and when he feels like it, he’ll rest his forehead against yours with the softest sigh. no words are exchanged, but you can tell just how much he loves you so

albatross

albatross kisses you with the same enthusiasm as a high school boy would when he kisses his crush on the cheek for the first time — his kisses are playful and breathless, able to coax giggles from your lips between each peck and smooch

he sees you not just as his partner, but as his playmate. to him, you are someone who halves his sorrow when he is sad and doubles his joy when he is ecstatic. for that, he loves you so, and he promises to quarter your sorrows and quadruple your joys

his kisses will often come out of nowhere in an attempt to catch you off guard. you could be going about your day normally and you’d feel a pair of lips and accompanied by a loud “mwah!” right on the apple of your cheek (and you find yourself flustered every time)

he never forgets to give you a forehead kiss after putting your helmet on when you two go out for late night drives on his motorcycle — it’s his way of saying that yes, he’s a bit of an airhead, but he’ll always make sure to keep you safe no matter the situation

and when he presses his lips to yours, there’s always a laugh between bated breaths, and he can’t help but smile at how fortunate he is to share such a happy kind of love with you

doc

it is because of you that doc finds himself closer to the divine creator in his every waking moment, knowing that you, an earthly being, are the closest thing he has to touching heaven — his kisses are healing yet feverish, able to weaken your knees and make your head spin dizzily

he kisses you the same way he dresses the wounds of a patient — meticulous and attentive, taking note of every sigh and shiver that slips from between your lips

every kiss is a contradiction in itself. they are both soothing but desperate, soft but fiery with the kind of longing for more before being met with a relief that you two share. he never rushes, much the same way he approaches every surgical operation, and he’s precise enough with every movement that it makes you burn up

if he’s feeling playful enough, he’ll bite your lip teasingly, jagged teeth leaving little marks while you whine at the unexpected feeling (you can’t argue, however, not when you enjoy his antics so much)

after a long day of tending to other people, he lets himself be taken care of by you, his trust unwavering with a kiss to show that even when his life is in your hands, it’s you who he’ll always have faith in

NSFW:

Very much the type to fall in love hard. His work brings him little to no time to himself, which means he will find himself fixating, daydreaming, and thinking about any and all interactions he's had with someone he is interested in.

Not the possessive or the jealous type but if he's dating you he will find it annoying if your attention is taken by someone else who's too handsy to you. He wants to spend time with you but he cant if someone else is having your full attention.

Kisses your hand all the time. Likes the feeling of your skin on his and he does it to reassure himself that you are there with him.

Likes it when you touch his body, makes him feel special and complete.

For however much he knows it is best to use a condom he cant help himself but want to fuck you raw. Lube, spit, whatever, he just wants to be inside you and fuck you till you're happy and tired out.

Iceman

The terrifying thing about your arguments is that Iceman is not very talkative

Or expressive for that matter

So when you’re afraid of his reaction, and he doesn’t have any signs of obvious anger or sadness…

Well, it’s scary!

He’s a big guy

So the argument is going… alright

Bad of course, you’re fighting, but it’s not that bad

Until he makes this face

It’s a sorta of distance, anger that he never ever shows

And god, does it set your brain off

Although, only you know that

Because to everyone else, your face is blank and you’re completely silent

He is confused

I mean, that’s his job?!

To be rather stoic, not you!

His lover, he knows you

And he knows this isn’t normal for everyday behavior

The argument ends there

He’s too confused to speak

So… he figures you’re upset

And when he does, he pauses

Then, he hugs you

Pushing back his coat to have your arms wrap his waist

Covering you from the world

He doesn’t know what to do for you other than a hug

A kiss would be too much? And his voice is calming, however he fears that he’ll stumble his words and make things worse

So, a hug

He’ll be okay with silence, as long as you’re okay by the end of it

Pianoman

He’s a good arguer… unfortunately

His authority shows when he fights and it is QUICK to scare

He doesn’t intend this, but work has changed him

He is so used to dealing with men who’s entire job is full of gun shots and shouts being barked orders at

So he forgets that you’re his sweet lover, and can’t handle the very intense energy

If anything confuses him, it’s silence

I mean, the flags are LOUD

Albatross always joking with Doc, Chuuya telling them off. Lippmann practicing lines with Iceman on book

But his lover shouldn’t be silent

He sorta… freezes?

Finally realizes that you haven’t put a word in for the last 5 minutes

It’s just been… nothing

A blank stare, crossed arms, and a closed mouth

He felt bad with a deep feeling inside his chest

He gave you time, thinking you’d need it

He walked out awkwardly

And left you in the apartment

He goes for a drive, and comes back

When you’re still quiet, he decides action is needed

A kiss on your hand and up for arm

Ending on your lips followed by an “I’m sorry”

He pets your cheek, pulling you against him

It’ll be okay

He is VERY happy when you’re back to speaking

But for now… he can live with the silence you desire

Doc

He isn’t the argument type

But he works too hard!!

And you’re so concerned for him

I mean, he is sick himself so he shouldn’t be around others with a weakened immune system

He is stubborn and defensive, much to your dismay

And he isn’t easy to convince

Your concern over takes you

What once caused words to spill from your mouth at him, now made you silent

He thought you needed a second to think

Process your next sentence

But that next sentence never came

He stares at you, but stays silent too

Maybe this is the vibe now?

Forgive him, he’s more physical and not mental

It finally comes to him that you’re not going to talk

He stares at you for a while

Then he turns to his pocket

He gets… a lollipop?

He always gives his patients lollipops when they’re sad, you know this

So you take it with a weary hand

But… it’s so sweet!

By the time you finish it, you are feeling better

You may not speak for the rest of the night

But! You will feel better emotionally

Chuuya

Fights… well they happen

Serious fights are normal, especially for the double whammy of you two being teens and a couple

He tries his absolute best to not yell

But, his resolve is only so strong

He’s naturally loud

His words aren’t that mean, as he saves those for people he thinks deserve them

And you? He would never love a bad person

That doesn’t mean it isn’t hurtful

So… when his voice raises the way it does when he’s talking to an enemy, you freeze

No longer responding

He isn’t how he is with Dazai, not at all

He notices your change the SECOND you stopped

His heart stopped, thinking you’re scared of him!

That’s one of his biggest fears

He needs to you feel safe with him because you are safe

It doesn’t occur to him it’s the argument making you upset, and not him scaring you

You sad eyes look into him

Body vulnerable and shying away

“Hey… I didn’t mean it.”

He isn’t great with apologies, so this is a bit of a shot in the dark for him

And he isn’t sure why you’re quiet, but he hates it

Unless you ask, he won’t leave you alone for a SECOND

“I’m sorry.”

He sorta rambles out a bunch of words

But one string of them sticks out, the last one he says

“I love you.”

That was the first time he said that

He was so scared you feared him, he wanted to confess truth

And that was enough to let you speak again

Albatross

Alby isn’t exactly… emotionally mature

So when your arguments get truly serious instead of mock and banter, it’s a lot

His colder tone, sharp eyes

He obviously forgets how scary he is

There is a certain growl in the bass of his voice

So, for you it’s no surprise that you can no longer say anything

Words don’t even form

And he melts back into his old self

“Baby?”

He walks over to you… and pokes your cheek

Something that always makes you giggle

But no, not even a smile

Internally, he’s freaking out

So, he walks to the kitchen

He gets little note pads and a pen

He asks you to write down anything

How are you feeling?

Is your throat suddenly hurt?

Can you talk, but don’t wanna?

After each, he gives you a cheek kiss

As a sort of reward for communicating

Finally, he picks you up and whisks you to bed

You’ll be okay in the morning, especially with his cuddling

Lippmann

Lippmann is not the type to get into arguments

He is silver tongued and he knows it

It’s quite literally his job at the port mafia

So when you do fight, he’s a bit unhinged

Since the topic has to be very specific or important

If he knows one thing, it’s how to interpret words

Loads of different types of speaking, tone, speed

He’s a master of speech

So silence?

He is confused

How is he supposed to work with this?

And that makes him realize, “I shouldn’t think of my love as another port mafia case. I need to be genuine”

And his real talent comes out

He gives you time

Before simply pulling you with him to the couch

He puts on a movie, and turns the cold silence to something comfortable and warm

The way your eyes instantly watered made their devious grins instantly fall into the pits of their stomach. Grian and Scar looked at each other in pure horror. They had never meant to make you cry! It was supposed to be a harmless prank. One that simply made everyone laugh, maybe get a little annoyed, but never genuinely upset! No prank they did was ever meant to make anyone upset (especially not you). 

“Y/N! Y/N, what’s wrong? What did we do?!” Grian yelped, running over and grasping your hand in his. He looked at you like a deer stuck in headlights. “Did we hurt you? What happened?”

Your eyes never left the scene in front of you. The despair and anger in your chest bubbled as you watched your beloved stuffed animal burn right in front of your eyes. It wasn’t on purpose of course. The two didn’t even realize it had happened. If you were a bit older, able to think a bit more realistically, you would have known that it was an accident. But, even if it was an accident. Your favorite stuffed animal- the only reminder you had of your biological parents- was gone. Forever. It was impossible to get another one of its kind. 

The prank in itself was a fairly simple one. It was a respawn trap. And it wasn’t even pulled on you. Your dad’s bed was trapped, lava placed beneath the bed without a way out, so the occupant would immediately fall into the lava for an infinite amount of time. The pair of pranksters hadn’t realized that you had slept with your father last night after having a nightmare. They hadn’t noticed that your plushie was still on the bed. 

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Doc’ll be fine! He’ll be okay. It’s just a little prank!” Scar was saying quickly. The two were horrified that they had made you cry and they didn’t even know why. It was practically a death sentence for anyone to hurt you in any way. Grian glanced around, looking for the reason for your tears. He was stumped, though. He couldn’t figure it out. The plushie had already rolled off the bed and into the lava, so how would he know?

The scream that left your lips was visceral. It hadn’t sounded like the screams a child would normally let out when they were in need of attention, or tired, or hungry, or any other reason a child would cry. This cry was painful. The sound seemingly shook Grian and Scar. They looked so ashamed and they still had no idea what had happened.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? What happened?” The two kept repeating. When Scar reached over to touch your arm, you recoiled, falling backwards onto the ground. Your eyes burned as your tears streamed down your face. Scar glanced at Grian before shaking his head and typing into his communicator. “Okay, uh, uppsie-daisy, let’s go find your dad, okay? How does that sound?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, feeling hopeless for anything else, Scar scooped you up and brought you outside. Grian followed behind, stressing. His feathers were sticking out as he ran his hand through his hair, thinking about what they did wrong. 

It didn’t take long for the trio to find Doc. After being informed of your current situation, he met you halfway. His eyes were slightly wide with panic as he took you from Scar, hugging you tightly.

“Ah, mein kind, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” He urged, pulling you back and leaning down. His large hands brushed at your cheeks as you cried, wiping away tears as new ones replaced them. He glanced up at the two men who brought you, “What happened? What did you do, Grian?”

Grian let out an indignant noise, “Why do you blame me?! We don’t know! We were pranking your bed and- and they just started crying!” 

“Pranking my- What?!” He huffed, ignoring them for a moment as he focused on his child. “Did they hurt you, mein kind? Are you injured?” Struggling to breathe properly, you shook your head. “Okay, alright. What did they do?”

Your hands shook as you grasped onto your dad’s lab coat. While in the beginning of the adoption, you were terrified of his green skin and the parts of him that were more cyborg, but at this point, nothing about your dad scared you. He was your sense of comfort, especially right now since you didn’t have your stuffie anymore. 

The thought made another onslaught of tears fall from your eyes. Doc was looking between the two above you with a murderous gaze. The unspoken words of if you did anything to them, I will make your life hell echoed in Scar and Grian’s head. His metal arm wrapped around your waist as his creeper arm brushed against the back of your head, shushing you quietly as he petted you softly.

“Cookie.” You murmured into his neck as you cried. Your words were thick with sorrow.

Doc’s brows furrowed for a moment, wondering what you meant until a wave of realization hit him. He glanced at Scar and Grian, “Can one of you go get their stuffed… plushie? It helps them calm-” The wail that left your lips didn’t escape his attention. He paused, glancing at you. “Do you not want Cookie-?” At the second mention of the plush, you looked at him with despairing eyes. You nodded slowly, but your lip shook.

“Oh, uh, we can go get it! Where is it?” Scar said immediately, looking thrilled to have a reason to step away from the crying child. 

“It should be in my bed from last night.”

At the mention of his bed, Grian’s face paled. His eyes widened and he nudged Scar roughly, his hand almost shaking. “Was- Was there a stuffie on the bed when we set up the thing?” He muttered to Scar.

Scar’s face also paled as he followed Grian’s line of thinking. He shook his head, “I- I don’t- I don’t remember seeing one-”

Doc’s gaze hardened, “What do you mean you don’t remember seeing one? It was sitting on the bed!”

“Burned.” You said, through another wail. Grian and Scar froze, horror in their expression.

Doc’s expression turned downright terrifying. He was silent, staring at the two goons with a seemingly malicious intent. As his anger spiked, he could feel a fire gathering in his chest- something that happened because he was a creeper hybrid.

“What exactly did you two do to my bed?” He asked quietly. Terrifyingly.

Scar looked petrified with guilt and fear as Grian responded, “We… set up lava… underneath your bed.”

A shaky breath left your lips as you recalled what happened, burying into your dad some more, as close as you could. You needed his comfort right now. And as much as he wanted to do something, anything to make the two responsible for your despair feel pure pain, he knew they didn’t mean to. They were his friends. It was a mistake. One that was utterly stupid and that infuriated him greatly, but a mistake nonetheless. 

It was quiet save for your sobs until Doc spoke again, “That plushie of theirs was the last thing they had of their parents.” If the pair of pranksters hadn’t looked guilty before, they looked downright shamed now. They felt awful. The stupid prank they pulled was absolutely nothing now, and the thought that they had even imagined it would be funny felt sickening right now. “You two should go. I’ll… deal with you later.”

Your fingers skimmed through the large stsck of papers, reading of names in your head. You'll find something interesting in Gustave's office weither it be top secret or just regular files on patients. You knew you weren't supposed to be snooping, but with all the chores and everyday task being completed, you figured a little looking wouldn't hurt anyone. Not even the Dr. Kateb. You've been through every single drawer, cabinet and even minalla file. Nothing of to much interest, but there was one last place to look, a locked drawer on the bottom of the black filing cabinet.

You bent over two fingers latching onto the cold metal handle and giving a soft but strong enough tug. Not even a budge, you sighed. Standing straight up and looking for where ever Kateb could hind this key. Feet carrying you towards the plush leather office chair, you ploped down. giving the chair a spin in your wake before pulling yourself towards the large desk. Opening the small keyboard spot you were met with a calender, a month behind, paper clips, cards, spare plastic medicine cups and rubber bands. You hummed, shifting through the piles beforehearing the jingle of something familar. A rig of keys. The WolfGuard insignia shinning back at you with three keys.

Your soft eyes darting up to find the unopened medicine cabinet, uninterested you looked else where, a laerge metal rack holding his uniform and gear, then the last key on the ring. The bottom drawer that remainded locked. Unopened to prying eyes and well your nosy little ones. You swiftly moved, finding yourself on the floor with one leg folded under you while the other stretched out. your fingers tugged the key up, pushig the rest and he insignia to dangle from the ring. Sliding the key in you smiled, the cold metal causing a light clicking noise that could be heard over the a/c uit above. It turned, allowing your two fingers to lock and pull the silver handle towards you. Your eyes laid on the objects hiden away. A minallla folder, metal lunch box and a few random folded pieces of paper that looked awfully familair.

You started with the smaller items first. The folded papers slotted towards the back. A dull red lipstick stain pressed onto the white paper. Your's from your first ever 'love letter' you'd given him the next was another letter, a picture hidden between the folds. Your manicured nails grabed at it, pulling it from its confinds. It was of you two, a poloroid you'd taken right after your first time with him. The date and place written on the bottom, with the words "My very first taste of the Dr. Kateb."

You smiled, sliding the picture back into it letter and placed them back where you found them. your fingers migrated over towards the minalla file. Your name written in his beautiful hand writting smack dab in the middle. your opened it, medical files, mission recods and basically everything he would need to know if something was to happen to you. That is if he doesn't already know everything. The papers were extentsive, documnting the reason, time and date, place and who all went with you. It was almost suprising.

But not suprising… You placed it back, finaly gretting to the metal box. Yiu pushed the drawer shut, placing the box in your lap chris cross. Your nails raking at the latchs until it opned. A pile of small pictures printed out, they were all of you, naked, half clothed, in this very office. but one thing was always present. A look of pur bliss and Kateb's large hand on your hip. Your face flushed remembering him saying something about not keeping the photos he waws taking of you. You tummy got warm and your core tightened. How coud a man of class such as him keep such lewd pictures.

"Ahem!"

You head snpped looking towards the man of the hour in the doorway. Button up slevees rolled up his arms and blue latex gloves on. He was perfect, mouth wateringly perfect.

"Having fun snooping around?"

You cleared your throat, blinking twice before standing up with the box.

"I thought you got rid of these, sir."

"Originally, yes. but after a while i started keeping them. It gets so lonely with out you here sometimes."

His voice dropping as he approched you. Your senses heightening as a large and found its way to your waist. You just hummed, putting the box on the desk before fully giving him whatever attention you had left.

"And what is it you do with these photos, Dr. Kateb?"

Doc

It had been a long time since you saw such a sight on your teammates' faces. Not quite hope but pure happiness. To see Ela was nothing short of a miracle, you could still remember the message coming through. As glad as you were to see her, your eyes searched the scene behind her. 

The gallery hadn't been spared any kindness, destruction crumbled the scene and people littered the area but no one seemed to be too hurt. Smiles of relief were upon them and your eyes finally found what you had been searching for. Of course, he was helping someone. A person who looked like they had passed out, but by his actions it didn't seem like your lover seemed too concerned. 

“Gustave!” You called out his name and cut off Alexsandr who had been talking to Ela. Their heads turned towards you and watched when Gustave’s head snapped towards the sound of your voice. His eyes locked onto your face and his face softened. He stood from his crouched position and he spoke your name. You couldn't hear it, but you could recognise the shape on his lips. 

The pair of you stared at each other for a moment, as if one of you moved the other would disappear. He was the one to break the staring competition and approach you. Casually he walked up to the group and joined you all. “I finally found you.” He smiled and didn't stop his approach until he was directly in front of you. His hand reached for your face and you felt the familiar latex gloves on your face. Gustave frowned for a moment and removed his hand much to your own confusion. 

With the snap of his glove, he removed it with his other hand and once again that hand was on your face. This time his warmth from his hand had you hum and press into his touch. “Much better.”

Your hand raised and covered his, not to push it away but to hold onto when you leaned into his touch. His thumb brushed out and pushed away the tear that had started to roll down your face and you let out a choked laugh. “You're trapped here now…”

“Perhaps but there's no one else I'd rather be trapped with, mon chère.”

A bittersweet smile formed on your face and Gustave’s hand slipped down with yours. His fingers turned and tangled between yours. The distant but never quite forgotten feel of his lips pressed against yours. Slow and gentle. You didn't rush the man and savoured the feel of his soft lips against your own. 

Slowly he pulled back just so your lips were parted, noses still touching. “Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi.” His voice was a whisper against yours, each word he spoke had his lips brush against yours while his grip on your hand tightened, he didn't want to let you go.

“I can't live without you either.” 

A shout pulled you from your own little world, it wasn't one of agency but Alexsandr greeting Shuhrat. The pair of you parted and Gustave looked over his shoulder to see Alexsandr wrap an arm around the man. 

A chuckle lit up Gustave’s face as he watched them. His hand pulled your hand up to his face where he planted a kiss against it. For a second he glanced towards you. A calm look was settled on his face and he looked back towards the scene. For a moment you could enjoy the peace. 

-

Fuze

Next to you, Elias had a big grin on his face, after Ela, Gustave was the first that you came across. There was a level of tiredness in his eyes. A different look from Ela who had a genuinely pissed look on her face only mitigated by the joy of seeing your group. Next was Iana. She had an almost child like wonder to her eyes. Every moment she looked about you could see the questions form in her eyes. 

If anyone was perfect for the situation they had joined you in, it was her. Shuhrat was the last to appear. His face was hidden by his usual helmet but right away you knew he spotted you when his hand dropped to his side and he froze. 

“Shuhrat!” You called his name with a big grin. Meanwhile, your heart throbbed inside. Even though you had read the reports, you didn't quite believe it. You slung your rifle over your shoulder and jogged up to the man. Despite his dislike for public affection, you couldn't help yourself. 

You wrapped your arms around him and he reacted surprisingly fast. Shuhrat instantly accepted the hug and pulled you into his chest. The action was mutual. “I missed you so much.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“When I said I would follow you anywhere this wasn't what I meant.” He huffed in your ear and you couldn't help but laugh at his reference to his wedding vow. 

“Mmm forgive me?” There was a cheeky look on your face and he squeezed you tighter. 

“Make it up to me and I'll think about it.”

The smile fell from your face and you started to pull back from him. “Shuhrat I don’t know how long it will take us to go back, we've tried and been searching. How you guys got here is kinda amazing but I can't-”

He swore quietly under his breath in Russian. “That's not what I meant.” There was a pause before he elaborated. “Stay by my side. I finally got you back I would hate to lose you again.”

“Oh!” Heat rose to your cheeks and you went to cover your face when his hand stopped you. 

“I want to see my girl.”

“Well, that's hardly fair.” You had a lighthearted tone to your voice and you gestured to his helmet.

“Go on then.” With his permission, you started to pull the helmet off his head. Shuhrat helped you with it until his head was finally clear. His brown hair was a little bit of a mess which put a smile onto your face. “Better?”

“Much.”

-

Tachanka

With the bomb threat disabled and people at a safe distance, you were free to speak your concerns. With a hushed voice, you spoke to Shuhrat as the pair of you headed to regroup with Gustave and hopefully Ela. “Pharmaceutical companies don't have the best rep.”

“Doc seemed to get along with them.” You knew who was talking about, Tequila and Catapult. 

“I don't know. They're a bit disorganised no? Even if they do have the best intentions they seem like armatures.” 

“Everyone we have encountered are armatures.” Shuhrat huffed and you couldn't help the laugh that rumbled in your throat. 

“I mean they have the biological advantage above us, imagine if they were properly organised.” You continued the conversation only for it to be interrupted by the loud echo of your name. It had your mouth snap shut and you frowned. It sounded almost like-

Your thoughts were cut off when a pair of large arms wrapped around you and lifted you in the air. Shuhrat didn't say a word but you could tell he was grinning under his helmet.  A shriek of delight left your lips as your mind caught up. “Alex!” Your wriggled in his grip and he put you down for a moment. 

The second your feet met the floor, you spun to face him and wrapped your arms over the back of his neck. You pulled him down with ease and the cool metal feel of his helmet pressed against your forehead.  “You're here… you're okay.” There was a choke from your voice as you tried to prevent yourself from crying. 

“Oh, my sweet little dear I should be the one saying that.”

“What on Earth are doing on Terra?”

“Looking for you and your squad! You guys up and vanished of course I would go after you.”

He pulled his head up and your big wet eyes followed him. Alexandr removed his glove and you soon felt his rough hand capture the tears on your cheeks. 

“Well since you’re here, I'm never letting you go again.” 

Alexsandr let go of your face and pulled off his helmet. Under it was his usual balaclava and you could properly see his warm eyes. In the corner of them, you could see how his skin creased giving away the massive grin that was covered. His helmet ungracefully fell to the floor and you couldn’t wait for him to remove the fabric. Again you pulled him down by the back of his neck.

Your lips connected with his with only the balaclava as a barrier. Alexsandr’s arms wrapped around you and picked you up again. This time he spun the pair of you around and you couldn't help but break from the kiss to let out a laugh of delight. 

Alexsandr laughed along with you, an echo that drowned out your voice with ease. “My little minx.”

-

Blitz

“These communicators don't have a long battery life.” You voiced your irritation to Iana. Anxiety about Ela’s prolonged silence gnawed at your skin, you hoped she was okay. 

“I don't know, I think she's okay and found a couple of friends.” At first, you were slightly confused at her words but she then gestured for you to stop looking at her and see what was in the distance in front of you. There was the missing squad you had all been looking for. 

Your eyes made contact with his at the same time. As you called out his, he called out yours at the exact same time. Like a Hollywood movie, the pair of you sprinted towards each other where his arms scooped you up with ease. “Elias it's really you.” 

He didn't reply but instead started to plant kisses all over your face. A laugh escaped your lips but he didn't stop. Every since piece had to be kissed. 

“Elias!” You laughed with a pathetic effort to stop him. Your attempts only encouraged the man more as his lips found your jaw and neck. “Elias-” His name cut off as you couldn't help but laugh. 

“Missed you so much.” He managed to mumble out between kisses.

“I can see that.”

“My beautiful girl, my precious little Liebling.” He pulled back suddenly and started to size you up. If it was a search for injury or just to look at you, you were unsure. The distance allowed you to briefly look behind him and see your squad mates not so subtly laughing at your expense. Even Eliza was having a good time. 

Your attention was quickly stolen once again when Elias pulled you back into his arms with his head over your shoulder. His body tensed up for a second and your pressed your lips together.

“Marry me.”

“What?!”  You pulled back from him with wide eyes and held onto his shoulders. 

Even though he was still a little tense, there was a grin on his face. A calm, loving grin and somehow even if you said no he would still be happy. 

“I was planning to ask you before all this happened.” He pulled out not a box but a small padded bag from the inside of his vest pouch. “But I couldn't find that right moment. I wanted it to be special but natural.” Elias opened the bag and pulled the ring out. “But when all this happened I couldn't help but promise myself if I ever saw you again I wouldn't waste a moment.” 

He started to lower his body and you grabbed his wrist. “I'll marry you. Of course, I'll fucking- don't go on one knee.”

“Mm?” 

“I think I'm having trouble standing and if you go down I think I'll fall.” 

That side smile on his face somehow got wider and he immediately went to stabilise you in the form of grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss. All the tenseness left his body. 

Cheering came from behind Elias and you now realised why there was so much focus on you. Elias pulled back and wrapped an arm around your waist. “They knew?” You asked. He glanced at your hand and you rose it up so he could slide the ring on. With his free hand, he pushed away the tears that had formed under your eyes, you hadn't even realised you were crying. 

“It might have come up once or twice when I was thinking out loud.” 

“Can we even get married?”

“If your question is about Terra’s marriages, who cares? We can get Alexsandr to officiate if we have to. Then when we go back to Earth we can do all the big stuff if you want. Or we could do it Vegas style. You, me and the first Elvis we see.” He wiggled his brows and you lightly slapped his chest which only gained you a laugh from him. 

-

Ash

The dust had settled all around you but you were the last to rejoin your team. A groan left your lips as you rolled your shoulder. “Is it hurting?” Gustave asked, disapproval in his voice. He had told you countless times to hold yourself back and refrain from using your gun. 

“A little, I think it's just the muscle.” You admitted. 

Gustave freed his hands and approached you. Right away he started to feel at your shoulder. After a few moments and he nodded and his face relaxed. 

“Your discomfort is from the bruised muscles, you didn't dislocate it again.”

“Ah see I told you I'd be fine Doc.” 

The man wasn't impressed with your lack of care for the injury and sighed. 

“What are you doing here?!” A normally focused and headstrong voice interrupted your conversation. It was slightly panicked but loud. Right away your head snapped towards the voice and Gustave took a step back away from you. A few people around you looked your way but didn't dare interfere. 

“Eliza-” Your surprise was cut off when she grabbed your shoulder.

“You followed us here? We can't get back yet, you should have stayed home. You can’t-” 

A wince left your mouth at her contact on your shoulder and she immediately let go. Her eyes were hidden behind her glasses but you could imagine the look in her eyes. “And you're injured?!”

“It's just a bruise ‘Liza I'll be fine. Gustave patched me up.”

“You-

“-No, you listen here ‘Liza. You lot vanished without a fucking trace and you don't expect me to immediately jump in the first squad that goes to investigate? You're insane. Of course I followed you. You're my entire world. What would I do without you?”

Eliza went silent. Her lips parted slightly like she was going to speak only for them to close again. 

“If I have to travel across time and space to find you again, so be it. There's not a force out there that could stop me from following you.”

Seconds ticked by and she didn't say anything. She never was good with heart-to-heart situations that didn't involve anger. You took a step towards her and grabbed her hand. It was a slow and gentle action that she could easily break from at any moment. Both your hand enclosed her hand and brought it up to your lips where you placed a small kiss on her knuckles. 

“Be as mad as you like at me, I won't apologise. Not when I have you here in front of me again.”

Eliza glanced away but took a step towards you. Right away you knew what she wanted, an unspoken request. You let go of her hand and accepted her into a big hug where her head rested on your shoulder. Despite the confident leader she was, her hands trembled slightly when she grasped onto your clothing. 

“I missed you.” Her confession was quiet but you knew it meant a million words.