To recap, Astra got yoinked by Tempest, sequestered off to some unknown location. Alpha left Earth and Air in the catacombs to go hunt her down. He gets a bit of a beat down from Tempest, but she’s picking her battles and tells Alpha where to find her.

so sorry this took to long, but here you go :))

MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve

prompts: angst 8 and 17 (bolded)

contains ⚠️: mentions of briarcliff, reverse comfort

5 years after kit was released from briarcliff

you woke up to the sound of the water running from the faucet of the sink in the master bathroom. the yellow tinted light allowed you to make out the shape of your husband, kit, bending over the sink through your sleepy gaze. you thought nothing of it, about to turn over and resume your sleep before you heard a muffled sob coming from the bathroom. realising the sound came from kit, you quickly shuffled out of bed, making your way into the bathroom where your husband was still standing over the sink, hands clutching the edge of the counter. you squinted your eyes a bit, adjusting to the light before you moved to stand to the right of kit, clutching his arm. you looked worriedly at his face through the mirror, finding him looking back at you; eyebrows furrowed, unusually bright eyes, his bottom lip threatening to let out another sob.

“kit? whats wrong?” you said in a low voice. his gaze faltered before letting out a shaky breath. “nahthing to worry about, sweetharrt. jus’ a bad dream,” he mumbled, now fidgeting with his long fingers. you moved your hands to his shoulders, before steering him towards the bed, making sure to turn the bathroom light off and turn on the lamp on the nightstand. you were now both sitting on the edge of the bed, kit hunching over slightly, hand on his thigh. you moved your own hand to cover his, squeezing it slightly, “you wanna talk about it, baby?”. kits lip trembled, “it was about briahcliff, you know, just memahries (memories) and stuff. it felt like i was back in there.”. another sob coming from his mouth after the last sentence. your heart broke for kit. he was very open about what he endured during his stay at briarcliff. as if he knew what you were about to ask, he mumbled, “im okay, i promise. are… are you okay?”. you dipped your head to look at him, brows twisted in concern, “im not okay if youre not okay.”. as if your words unlocked something within him, tears started to well up in kits eyes, before quickly streaming down his face. you gathered kit into your arms holding him close, as he stammered more details about his dream, about the gruesome treatment of him and the other patients. it got to a point where he was uncontrollably sobbing, body heaving with every sob. “Hey, hey, calm down. they cant hurt you anymore. youre safe, kit.” you hug him to your chest, one hand smoothing over the back of his hair. slowly, kits heartbreaking weeps came to a stop, reducing to occasional sniffles and heavy breaths. he looped his hands around your waist, drawing you closer, resting his head on yours. “thank you, doll. i needed that.” he murmured.

@likerofgonstandothers they’re getting closer…