Dimencreas (One-Shots)

Hold On - The Herta

Inside the Space Station was a normal occurrence. Despite having an intimate relationship with each other, the two of you still had disagreements. Herta would always be the same stubborn, arrogant, aloof woman.

Which brings you to this moment. The two of you were standing in Herta's office. The argument had been going on for what seemed like hours.

You were both frustrated, and the argument was just taking turns getting more intense and heated.

It wasn't the first time the two of you had argued, but this one felt different. It felt like this fight was pushing the limit of your relationship.

“You never listen!” You raised your voice.

“I choose not to.” Herta replied before turning from her control panel. “Because half the time, you're lecturing me like I'm one of your interns instead of your–”

She bit back the word. Partner. Lover. Fiancee. The silence that followed was heavier than any insult.

You crossed your arms. “Maybe if you didn’t act like a child whenever someone questions your ‘brilliant’ decisions, I wouldn't have to!”

Herta scoffed, “Brilliant decisions? You called my latest Curio acquisition reckless emotional investment yesterday.”

“Because it was!” You stepped forward. “It nearly drained half the station's energy! And for what? A singing rock that only plays lullabies?”

“A sentient harmonic resonance, Y/n.” she corrected coldly.

“Oh, and we're just going to gloss over the fact that you forgot about our anniversary yesterday??”

You couldn't hide the hurt in your voice. Yesterday was supposed to be special, not that you expected anything grand from Herta, but you hoped she would at least remember.

Herta rolled her eyes, “Was that what this whole argument is about? Me forgetting a meaningless holiday that people only use to buy gifts and—”

“It's not meaningless!!” You interrupted. “It's our anniversary! We've been together for four years! But of course, you could care less about any of that!”

Herta's expression hardened.

“Is that what you think? That I don't care about you or our relationship?” She retorted. “Just because I don't feel the need to celebrate pointless events—”

“It's not about the holiday!” You cut her off again. “As two people who are members of the genius society, it's about showing that you actually care! You never spend time with me anymore! You're always working! All I'm asking for is a bit of attention!!”

Herta's lips pressed into a thin line as her hands clenched into fists.

“...Attention?” She repeated. “You want attention? Fine.”

In one swift motion, she slammed her palm against the control panel behind her. The entire office darkened as the security protocols engaged with soundproofing, lock mechanisms, and privacy screens sliding into place with a series of mechanical clicks.

Then she grabbed you by the collar, yanking you forward until your noses nearly touched.

“You have my undivided attention now,” she hissed. “Is this what you wanted? To remind me how much I need you?”

Her other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.

“...Happy anniversary, idiot.”

And then she kissed you not gently nor sweetly, but with the same ruthless precision she applied to her experiments.