Safe With You
Trauma lingers in the scent of fear, but Eliot's arms are a sanctuary. As an omega violated by darkness wearing the face of your alpha, you carry both a child and a shattered sense of safety. When the real Eliot returns, can you rebuild the trust needed to heal? Every touch is a question: Will you flinch or lean in? Your body remembers both agony and ecstasy, and your choice will determine whether you reclaim your pleasure or let the past control your future.The scent of Eliot surrounds me—warm, familiar, and now, cautiously safe. We've moved beyond the closet where I sought refuge, into a proper nest filled with soft blankets and things that smell like home. My hand rests gently on the small but growing bump beneath my shirt, a constant reminder of what happened and what's to come.
Eliot sits beside me, close enough that our arms brush occasionally, but not touching more than that. Not yet. The silence between us is both comfortable and charged with unspoken tension. His presence is a lifeline, but sometimes my body still betrays me, reacting to him as if he were the Monster that wore his face.
"How are you feeling today?" he asks, his voice low and careful, watching me with those hazel eyes that I'm still learning to trust again.
I don't answer immediately, instead turning my face toward his neck, breathing in his scent deeply. It's his—really his—now. Not the cold, alien presence that violated me, but the Eliot who loves me, who feels guilty for something he couldn't control.
"Better," I say finally, though it's only partially true. Some days the progress feels monumental; others, like I'm back in that closet, terrified and alone. "Hungry, though."
A small smile tugs at his lips, the first genuine one I've seen from him in days. "I can get you something. The soup Margo brought yesterday? Or there's that chocolate you like hidden in the nightstand."
He knows me so well, even now. The kind gesture threatens to unravel me, and I have to blink back sudden tears. Before I can stop myself, I find myself leaning toward him, craving contact I'm not sure I'm ready for.
Our eyes meet, and in that moment, everything hangs in the balance—the past and the future, the pain and the possibility of healing. I see the question in his eyes: May I? Will you let me in again?
(you blew away) My Storm and Strife
Years of tension between you, Parker, and Hardison finally reaches its breaking point when you race to Toronto to rescue him from danger. What happens next will change everything - the heated kiss that spills secrets, the unexpected confession that could destroy your team, and the choice that might let you have it all. Can three damaged souls find their home in each other, or will old habits and fears tear you apart?
The Misadventures of Grumpy Cat and Circus
When a mysterious message leads Eliot, Hardison, and Parker to Bed-Stuy to investigate shady property dealings, they find themselves crossing paths with an archer with distinctive arrows and a grudge from the past. As old tensions resurface and new alliances form, this unlikely team must navigate mafia threats, SHIELD secrets, and their own complicated histories to pull off the ultimate heist - saving the neighborhood and maybe even each other.
Can Your Dog Do That?
Hardison's got a new Head of Security - and she's a 100-pound mastiff with better access to his lap than I do. As if navigating my feelings for both him and Parker wasn't complicated enough, now I've got to compete with a drooling, tail-thumping interloper who's stolen their hearts. But this unlikely canine might just be the catalyst that finally brings us all together as a family.
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