Actions

Work Header

Cross My Heart, Hope to Die

Summary:

A collection of Oneshots about Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive (My OTP)

Ebony Maw, Thanos and Cull Obsidian will be around too, and Nebula and Gamora will make apperances here and there.

Eure, Killijin, Thisismyaccount are some of the writers that inspired some of these works - check them out they're so good!

Notes:

- So I've been writing Fanfictions for years but never felt brave enough to post them - now I am. Comments on my work, Hints and Tips on writing are welcome

- chapters marked with * are set pre-marriage

I've tried to keep everyone as in character as possible with a little creative licence since we got hardly any Black Order screen time in the movies

Chapter 1: SLEEPLESS

Summary:

When Proxima can't sleep, Corvus is determined to get to the bottom of the reason behind it. If he can tear his exhausted wife away from the training rooms

Chapter Text

Sitting up slowly, Proxima Midnight looked to the other side of the bed to where Corvus Glaive lay on his back, covered from the waist down with a sheet and one hand resting on his bare chest, Proxima’s shoulders slumped with relief when he didn't stir. She dressed quickly and silently before grabbing her staff as she silently exited their sleeping quarters.

She headed straight for the training rooms, which were both large in size, and built so that the Black Order could practise, maintain and strengthen their abilities and fighting skills through holographic simulations.

Proxima had lost track of how long she’d been practising, yet still she pushed herself to go on.

Using her spear to stab one of the practise Androids through the chest, tearing the weapon free she swept it through the air and decapitated three more, the rust coloured machines fell and didn’t get up.

Staggering to her feet Proxima Midnight ran, barefoot across the dusty ground, lunging and stabbing another droid through the chest using the falling body as an aid to launch herself diagonally and did the same thing to another two droids, darting from one to the other before finally landing on the ground, steadying herself with one hand.

A cluster of droids fired blasts of energy in her direction but Proxima deflected them by twirling her spear in front of her like a propeller, once the last droid fell she stood straight; breathing heavily and shakily but proud since she’d beaten her personal best.

However before Proxima could relax she turn only to see more droids, these ones bigger and stronger. She rolled her head slightly and swearing under her breath, having thought the simulation had finished.

Suddenly the extent of stress she’d put her body through finally caught up with her, the air she needed caught in her throat, making her breathing come heavy and fast, gripping her chest with her free hand she staggered forward, landing on one knee and using her spear to lean on.

Proxima grit her teeth as she tried to ignore the way her limbs ached and how her chest burned as she tried to breathe, the next thing she knew the electronic voice alarm came to life;

‘Simulation terminated, Simulation terminated” the robotic voice repeated.

Proxima glanced around her as the simulated landscape faded, returning to its default unfurnished space with thick iron floor and walls.

Remaining on one knee, Proxima looked to the doorway where, leaning against the doorframe and lowering a hand from the control panel on the wall.

Corvus Glaive stood, dressed in black trousers and sleeveless leather vest, regarding Proxima intensely, she fixed her gaze on him with anger radiating from her amber coloured eyes, using her weapon to help push herself to her feet

“Why did you do that?” she demanded

Corvus’ brow twitched

"It won’t do if you are injured or collapsed from exhaustion Thanos doesn’t like it when his toys are broken” the male replied

Proxima sneered sarcastically in his direction

“Bite your tongue before I rip it out with one hand.”

She tried to sound threatening but her words sounded like more of a sigh. Corvus pushed away from the doorframe,

“You’re a cruel woman, Proxima Midnight.” he retorted, making his way closer.

“Isn’t that why you married me?”

Her tone was tired but humorous.

Corvus lip twitch into a smirk, revealing sharp, pointed teeth

“Well it certainly wasn’t your stubbornness” he shrugged.

Proxima stumbled again as her knees gave way without permission, Corvus fought the urge to reach out and steady her; knowing she would only resist anyway and possibly snap his wrist.

““I am not as unobservant as you seem to think. Come, rest.” Corvus added

Proxima, you haven’t slept for almost a week, this cannot continue” he stated firmly.

When Proxima did not move he accepted that he would need to try a different tactic than just suggesting or telling her what to do,

“We’ll spar then.” He concluded, his wife glanced at him sceptically,

“Excuse me?” she snorted.

Corvus explained

“If I win you come back to the room and rest, if not…I’ll leave you to train for as long as you wish, till you pass out if that’s what it takes for you to stop.” he offered.

Proxima Midnight smirked

“Very well, husband.”

But as she raised her staff Corvus held a hand u

“Without weapons” he corrected.

Proxima rolled her eyes

“Fine”

Moving to lean her spear against the wall. The couple took their starting positions, sharing a nod before they darted towards each other.

Proxima threw herself into a side roll, coming up behind Corvus and kicking him in the center of his back hard enough to cause him to stumble before he whirled round and threw a punch at Proxima’s torso.

Proxima blocked by crossing her arms over the intended area, she then jumped, planting her booted foot on his chest as an aid she back-flipped, kicking Corvus’ jaw as she did so.

After just fifteen minutes Corvus could tell Proxima was struggling, after hours of solo training she wouldn’t be able to go on much longer.

He let his wife think she had him in a sturdy head-lock, but once he saw his opportunity Corvus threw himself backwards; pinning her between himself and the floor.

Proxima cried out as most of his weight landed on her for a second before rolling away, he quickly trapped Proxima beneath him; his legs bent either side of her with her arms secured to her sides.

Corvus put his hands to her shoulders but still Proxima struggled; kicking and squirming trying to get free but Corvus remained firm

“Proxima, enough” he growled sternly.

Proxima glared at her husband as she finally became still but remained tense

“I-I yield” she spat through gritted teeth and she fell limp, every ounce of strength leaving her body.

Corvus looked down at her

“There, that wasn’t so difficult was it? Now…why are you behaving this way? It’s childish and you know it”  

still breathing heavily from the fight. Proxima turned her head to one side, refusing to meet his gaze.

He tried again

“Proxima, you need sleep”

She flinched when his hand reached down to touch her cheek, her finger tips dug into the cold steel floor, when she didn’t reply he spoke again

“If you fall sick and become weak Thanos will notice and you know what will happen!”” Corvus Glaive said loudly, growing frustrated with his partner’s behaviour

“my dear Midnight…”

His tone lowered as he reined in his frustration

“I have overseen the destruction of planets, led the massacre of thousands, but you…I will not have you suffer, nor will I allow you destroy yourself in this manner” he stated

“whether you want my help or not, you shall have it regardless.”

Releasing her shoulders from his grasp he relaxed his hold on her enough that she could partly sit up.

She was now facing him fully, lips parted slightly and her amber eyes seemed to soften, drawing Corvus in, as though gravity were acting against him the lean male leant closer so that their faces were almost touching.

Her breath fanned against his cheeks, he was so distracted he missed the way her smirk turned cynical

“Sleep is for the weak” she growled,

Corvus’ relaxed grip gave her the opportunity to suddenly lunge forward.

Corvus gave a shout of surprise and pain as her forehead smacked against his face, blood immediately spurting from his broken nose and the air was knocked from his lungs as she flipped him into his back, his spine hitting the steel floor hard,

“WOMAN! WAS THERE ANY NEED?!” Corvus shouted through his hands which where cupped over his face.

Proxima meanwhile was getting to her feet, completely emotionless while her husband wiped the blood from his face, muttering in annoyance under his breath

“Mad-woman” 

Proxima turned her back on him and Corvus got to his feet, the regenerative powers of his glaive meant his broken nose healed immediately.

In a flurry of movement he darted for Proxima and flung her over his shoulder, ignoring her cry of surprise he walked out of the training rooms, collecting Proxima’s spear as he did so, moving it out of her reach as she grabbed for it

“Corvus, what do you think you’re doing? Set me down, now!” she shouted not caring who else heard.

Exiting the room Corvus held his wife securely over his shoulder with one hand while pressing the keypad to lock the training room with the other.

As he did so Corvus heard a third voice over Proxima’s enraged shouts, Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian stood to the left, both watching calmly

“Problem? Others actually require sleep you know” Ebony Maw pointed out with a lazy gesture.

Corvus sighed

“That’s what I’ve been trying to get through to her” 

He made a point  of utting the side of his head into Proxima’s hip.

In response her foot caught his stomach as she kicked out angrily.

Corvus barely reacted but continued to address the Maw

“Proxima seems to be overexerting herself, I’m going to ensure she gets some rest. We won’t be available until tomorrow, if I’m still alive by then, that is” Corvus commented, turning his back.

 Cull   and The Maw watched Corvus’ retreating form, Proxima still shouting and hitting out in frustration as she was carried away.

With a silent look at each other, Thanos’ other two generals decided not to ask for details. The Maw was simply grateful that Thanos was in a distant part of the ship and most definitely wouldn’t hear, The Ebony Maw would have dreaded having to explain the disruption.

 

Once back in their quarters, Corvus deposited Proxima roughly on the bed, earning a fiery glare from the indigent female, but he looked right back her unwaveringly, she appeared more relaxed now at least

“If I am to be confined here I am I right in assuming you are my guard, to make sure I stay put?” she chuckled tiredly.

Corvus gave a snort of amusement

“Hm, Indeed” 

He began shedding the black leather vest and trousers he had hastily dressed in when he’d discovered his wife missing over an hour ago.

He slid onto the bed beside her, lying on his side with his arm propped up on his pillow, leaning over to her when Proxima finally settled against the gel mattress, clawed fingers tracing her skin soothingly

“Why is it you do not wish to sleep?” Corvus questioned

Proxima watched his fingers instead of his face

“Sleep is for the weak” was her reply


Corvus sighed in exasperation.

“Proxima, will you tell me what you mean? I’ve told you that you will receive my help whether you like it or not, but if you give me something to work with it would be so much easier”

A short, tense pause followed, until Proxima decided to give in, she described what her words had really meant, her tongue darted out to wet her dry, chapped lips, refusing to meet his gaze.

In her dreams she woke, a child once more. Thanos had never come for her, she’d never become a General of the black Order, never met and married Corvus. Instead she was a child; alone, starving and purposeless.

 And when she said that ‘sleep is for the weak’ it was that sleep made her feel weak; the nightmares, the different reality her mind dug up in the dead of night to torment her…that made her feel weak, like she couldn’t control her own mind.

When she’d finished explaining, Corvus reached for her, saying nothing, his hand rubbed uneven, soothing patterns in the taunt muscles of her arm and Proxima found that now she’d clarified out-loud what she had been trying to conceal, she felt better.

Finally exhaustion claimed her and that night, with Corvus’ protective hold on her, Proxima Midnight slept peacefully.