happy Sahota 🥺🥺

thank you @whumpsday for requesting him and donating to CareforGaza!

entangled

babygirl era

Quiet Nights

cw: implied stockholm syndrome, dubcon touch, vaguely implied/referenced noncon, referenced abuse

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"Come here."

The training day was over, the dinner dishes were washed, and Shepard was speaking with something silky in his voice; a stone wrapped in ribbon. It was the kind of tone he only ever used at night. A softness that wasn't praise, or an apology for taking something too far, but one that could've been normal, if it was coming from anybody else.

As it was, it was jarring how easily Shepard could shift from cruel teacher to a mockery of a lover, but should he really be surprised? His mentor could go from heartless to caring to proud to cold and merciless in the span of an hour, and there was very little Ander could do to sway that. At best, he could be as obedient as possible and keep Shepard in a good mood, but there was always the chance he'd mess it up somehow.

So far, he hadn't messed up sleeping. So far, he could almost take it as a comfort, if only he closed his eyes.

The Library

cw: implied past trauma

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After hours were his.

Shepard kept no clocks on the compound, nothing to keep time with but his own wristwatch, but every day Ander could count on a little time, maybe an hour or so between dinner and bed, where he could decide on his own what he wanted to do.

And it was hard at first; he clung to Shepard like they were chained together, unable to believe it when his mentor told him he had leave to keep himself busy, unable to tell if it was a test or a trap or real. Then, when he could finally bring himself to stop following Shepard like some kind of anxious shadow, Ander kept to their bedroom. Sitting on the floor with his back to the bed, or in the corner, staring at the wall, unable to make himself do anything but dread the night, dread the next morning, dread the rest of his life.

But that only ever seemed to make things worse. Slowly, Ander began to test his boundaries. Slowly, he began to trust that Shepard meant it when he'd said he was free, just for a little while. He made it halfway to the kitchen the first time he dared to leave the bedroom, but then he'd passed the open door to his former cell, the chair, the shelf, and had to turn back, collapsing into the corner furthest from the door with his eyes squeezed shut, fear boiling in his stomach.

But nothing bad happened. If Shepard had seen him in the halls, or even tracked his movement, he didn't seem to care.

So the next evening, Ander tried again.

they would 100% be like 'wait you have a kid????'

Noor and Sahota at the same time, with the same grumpy expression: "s/he's not my kid/dad"

toying with the idea of far-future Sahota reluctantly taking on an apprentice after a pissed-off orphan begs to be trained under him so she can avenge her parents' deaths

Ander Sahota and Vic Shepard, commissioned from the amazing @emmettverse ! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

sad lil bb Sahota (he's brand-new to the whole Real Spies thing here 🥺)