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Mr and mrs Wayne request for Bruce being jealous, a argument/fight and then making up?

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So I've been dealing with an intense case of writer's block, and I was looking for inspiration, and between this request and a dream I had, this is the result!

Please enjoy, and I do apologize for the angst in advance! (Also for how all over the place it is my brain is fried from work lol)

paring: bruce wayne x f!reader

warnings: angst, pining idiots, swearing, two idiots in general (if I am missing anymore please let me know!

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“Will you be joining us for dinner? Alfred is making pasta.”

“I would love to, but I can’t, unfortunately. I have plans for dinner.” Bruce could hear you shuffling in the background.

“Plans? With who?”

You remained silent, gathering your thoughts.

“His name is David, he’s a lawyer working in the DA’s office. He, um, askedmeout.” The last part was said in a rush, as if you didn’t want him to hear what you were saying.

Bruce froze.

The grip on his phone tightened as he processed the information you just gave him.

Asked you out?

You were dating someone?

“Bruce? You there?” Your voice brought him out of the swirling thoughts in his head.

“Yeah.”

“Good, I thought you hung up.” He could hear you sigh in relief.

Bruce ran his hand through his hair.

“Is he nice?” He asked quietly.

“I- yeah. He is. He’s kind, and.. he treats me well.” You replied after a heartbeat.

“Okay.”

“I have to go. Listen, I’ll head over sometime this week, okay? I need your opinion on some ideas.”

You wanted to say something else, it seemed. Holding his breath, Bruce waited for you to speak.

But what you really wanted to say? It stayed with you, a secret you would guard for when the time was right.

“Bye, Bruce. I’ll see you later.” You said instead, in a soft tone he couldn’t decipher.

“Stay safe.” Once he heard the beep that indicated you hung up, he removed his phone from his ear and stared at it. The screen showed your contact information: your name, and a silly picture you had uploaded as your contact photo.

‘So you know it's me when I call.’ You had said.

A gnarly feeling started blooming in his chest, and it remained there, blooming slowly like a deadly flower, the rest of that night.

The thought of someone taking you out to dinner? He found that he didn’t like that at all.

–

“You shouldn’t lead him on like that if you don’t like him that way.” Your best friend chided gently. You had arrived at your apartment that night after dinner with David and immediately called your best friend asking for advice, confused.

“I enjoy his company, don’t get me wrong.” You sighed, checking your windows. “It’s just…”

“He’s not Bruce.” She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. You sputtered, stopping in your tracks.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it like that-”

“But it’s true, is it not? You like his company, but you don’t see him as a romantic partner. I mean, you’re trying to convince yourself you can, but from what you’re telling me, it isn’t working.”

“I’m leading him on. Shit.” You continued your rounds, making sure that your front door was locked before heading to your bedroom. Your best friend hummed.

“You want my honest thoughts? It doesn’t matter, I’m going to give it to you anyways. I think you should tell this guy how you really feel, and just stay friends with him. Then figure out what you want to do about Bruce.”

“Like what?”

“Tell him how you really feel? Maybe he feels the same way?”

You snorted as you turned off the light and crawled into bed. But, your friend did have a point. If you told him how you felt, and he felt the same way, then great. But, if Bruce rejected you…

Then you would finally be able to move on. Hopefully.

Your thoughts trailed to David. Sweet, kind, David.

How would he react when he finds out that you have been using him to get over one of your best friends? He didn’t deserve that.

You echoed your thoughts to your best friend, worried.

“Listen, it’ll be shitty at first, but it's better for him to find out now than later when you’re engaged, or worse, married. Trust me.”

As you took her words into consideration, your friend piped up.

“Do you think Bruce ever gets jealous? Of you going out with these guys? You tell him about these dates, right?”

“I don’t exactly tell him that I go on dates, but…” You thought back to the phone call earlier, and how Bruce’s tone changed when you told him about your plans. Did he know you noticed the slight change? “He did sound annoyed when I told him about the plans earlier and who David was, but… I don’t think he got jealous.” You hugged your pillow close to you.

On the other side of the phone, your best friend sighed and thought back to your college years.

‘Oh Y/N, you sweet, oblivious, person.’

–

After tossing and turning that night, and a lot of thinking throughout the next few days, you ultimately decided that you would first talk to Bruce, and then you would talk to David.

So, a few days after your conversation with your best friend, you raided your closet for the perfect outfit and got ready. By the time you were finished, clothes were all over your bed, and some were on the floor, but you decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Instead, you made your way out of your apartment and took the subway to Wayne Tower, ready to tell Bruce how you felt.

The whole time you were there, you practiced what you were going to say.

‘Bruce, I have feelings for you.’

‘Bruce, I’ve liked you ever since college.’

‘Bruce, I need to tell you something. I like you. As more than friends.’

‘Bruce, I love you.’

The last thought made your breath hitch.

Once you arrived at your stop, you walked through the streets to the Tower where Bruce resided. You marched up the steps, into the building, and into the elevator that would lead you to the penthouse. Your heart pounded in your chest, the feeling of nervousness growing with the rise of the elevator. It dinged as it reached the penthouse, and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come.

Much to your relief, Dory was the first one you met up with, and after exchanging hellos, she went to go get Alfred.

“Wait here, dear.” She said before walking off, leaving you alone in the foyer. You stayed rooted in your spot, afraid that Bruce would appear and catch you off guard.

“Ms. Y/N, hello.” Thankfully, it was Alfred who approached with a curious look on his face, breaking you out of your thoughts. “What brings you here?”

“Hi Alfred.” You cleared your throat. “I, I’m here to see Bruce. I have something important to tell him. Is he here?”

“Is it work-related?”

You swallowed. “No. Personal.”

“Ah, I see. He’s in the study. He’ll be glad to see you.” Alfred gave you a soft smile as he motioned you to follow him to the stairs. “I have some tasks to attend to downstairs, but you are welcome to head there. Good luck.”

“Thanks Alfred.” You made your way up the stairs and to Bruce’s study. You faintly heard Nirvana playing through the closed doors, which was a confirmation that he was in there.

It’s now or never. You knocked on the door softly and waited.

“Come in.” As soon as you heard those words, you opened the door and was met with the sight of Bruce sitting at the desk, pouring over papers intently.

“Alfred I think I found the-” He looked up, and immediately locked gazes with you. He took in your appearance, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked in a guarded tone.

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” You greeted, walking in and placing your things on a chair, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do.

“I’m fine.” He said, removing his gaze from you as he reached for a pen.

You raised an eyebrow, confused at his demeanor. Was he trying to push you away? You pushed that thought away.

“I need to talk to you about something. It’s kind of important.” Your heart pounded against your chest.

Bruce briefly glanced at you, not saying anything as he returned to his work.

“If it’s about the charity event, it can wait.” He muttered. “I will set up a meeting with Ms. Gomez later this week, we can discuss everything then.”

“It’s not about work.” You shook your head. So he was trying to push you away.

“Could you-” You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. “Could you take a break? I don’t plan on taking too long, if you’re really busy. Please.”

He didn’t say anything. You stayed quiet, waiting for a response until it was too unbearable to do so.

“Damn it, Bruce, why are you acting like this? Did I do something, or..?” You asked, crossing your arms against your chest as you watched Bruce shuffle through the papers.

“Why are you even here?” He asked quietly, ignoring your question entirely, scribbling something down.

“I already told you, I need to tell you-”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you go be with David? You’re going to see him afterward, right? That’s why you’re dressed up.” Bruce continued on, raising his head to look at you, the cold glint in his eyes taking you by surprise. His voice had a hint of jealousy in it, which you didn’t register at the moment.

“I-”

“Does he even know that you’re here? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“Are you serious right now?” You clenched your jaw, narrowing your eyes at his words.

“Isn’t he?” He repeated.

You scoffed at his tone, confused at why he was acting this way.

“I can’t believe you right now. Y’know, maybe I will go see him, since I dressed up for him, according to you. And by the way, I don’t have to tell him where I go, that is my business and mine alone.” You shot back, with barely restrained anger in your voice as you grabbed your things and started to make your way out of the study. You paused at the doorway and turned back to look at Bruce, who went back to looking at the documents in front of him.

“At least David doesn’t push me away like you’re doing right now. You can learn a few things from him.” You said icily.

Bruce’s hand stilled against the paper. He lifted his head, a thunderous look in his eyes.

“Just… let me know when you’re ready to have a conversation like an adult. Bye Bruce.” You walked off before he could say anything, slamming the door behind you. Alfred was right outside, and immediately noticed the look on your face.

“Ms. Y/N-”

“I’m sorry, Alfred, not now.” You attempted to smile at him before excusing yourself and leaving.

Alfred watched you go, worry etched on his face as he turned to the door once you disappeared down the stairs.

Time to do some damage control.

–

You found yourself lounging on your couch tucked in a blanket as you mindlessly watched TV, in a vain attempt to keep your mind off of the argument that occurred two nights ago.

You refused to reach out to him, still hurt and angry.

He hasn’t reached out either, which didn’t surprise you.

He was a stubborn man, after all.

The rain pounded angrily against the window, doing little to soothe your aching heart.

Knock knock knock.

You pressed ‘pause’ on the TV show you were watching as you peered at the front door to your apartment, wondering who it was.

Knock knock knock.

The cool air hit your arms as you stood up, your blanket falling on the couch and the floor as you walked to the door. Hope surged in your chest, was he here to apologize? To explain why he acted that way?

You opened the door. The first thing you noticed were blue eyes, but not the ones you were hoping for.

Your shoulders dropped.

“David, hi.” You smiled weakly at him. He returned the smile, concern radiating off of him in waves.

“I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced.” He apologized, but you waved him off.

“It’s okay.”

“I stopped by your office earlier to see if you wanted to go out to dinner, but Cassandra told me that you weren’t feeling well.” He lifted up a brown bag. “So I brought dinner to you.”

“Thank you, that is very kind of you.” Surprised, you took the bag from him. He smiled. You paused. “Would you like to come in?”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” He said bashfully, but you shook your head.

“I would like the company.” You opened the door wide and he walked in, taking off his coat.

You placed the bag on the kitchen table and headed to your small kitchen, grabbing cups, plates, and utensils. You also looked in your fridge and saw the pitcher of lemonade that you had made the night before, and took that out, placing it on the counter.

“Need any help?” David called out, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“I’d appreciate it.”

He walked over, grabbing the plates and utensils from you and setting them on the kitchen table, and you paused, taking in the scene in front of you. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you made your way to the table, placing the pitcher and the cups down.

Once the two of you were settled at the table, David took out the food from the bag, explaining that he had picked up some Chinese food on the way to your place. He served you first, then himself, as you poured lemonade into the cups and handed one to him.

You stayed quiet, eating your noodles and chicken, thinking only one thing:

‘This feels wrong. This feels wrong. This feels-’

“Are you okay?”

You paused, your cup meeting your lips. You looked up from your plate, meeting David’s blue gaze.

‘They’re the wrong shade of blue.’

You looked down, your mind flashing to another pair of blue eyes- the ones that looked at you coldly two days ago. You frowned.

“I’m okay, it’s just been a rough couple of days.” You replied, fiddling with your food as you thought back to your argument with Bruce.

David didn’t seem satisfied with that answer but left it alone, instead switching topics to the upcoming charity event that the city was going to host. You indulged him, embracing the brief distraction. Once the two of you were finished with dinner, he insisted on helping you clean up, and excused himself to the restroom afterward, leaving you alone to your thoughts as you started to wash the dishes.

David was an attractive man, with features such as soft, wavy brown hair, a charming smile, and light blue eyes that gleamed like a body of water on a sunny day. Kind, funny, smart, a total gentleman.

But he wasn’t the one you wanted.

You blinked, thinking back to Bruce, wondering how differently the conversation would have ended if you had managed to tell him your feelings.

“Y/N.” The serious tone in David’s voice made you lift your head to meet his gaze. He had stopped at the counter, his arms folded against his chest.

“We need to talk.”

You nodded, turning off the water and following him back to the table. Once the two of you were seated, he sighed.

“Listen, I’ve been doing some thinking, and I can tell you’re not fully in this.”

You tilted your head, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“You-” He paused, mulling over what he was about to say. “You like someone else, correct?”

You froze. David chuckled.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. I like someone too, but it didn’t work out between us. They moved away, and…” He drifted off, a sad smile on his face.

“Wait, so you’re not upset?”

“About you having feelings for someone else? Using me as a rebound? No. If I’m being honest, I have been doing the same thing. I have no room to talk.”

The two of you stayed silent.

“You should fight for them. If they really matter to you.” You whispered softly. For a brief moment, you weren’t sure if you talking to him or to yourself.

“I could say the same to you.” He countered back. You huffed.

“I don’t know. He- we had an argument the other day, and I stormed out. We haven’t talked since.”

David opened his mouth to reply, when your phone rang. You apologized, and walked over to the couch where it was located, to check who it was.

Alfred.

Did something happen? To him? To Dory? To Bruce?

“I’m so sorry to cut our conversation short, David, but I have to take this. It might be important.” You apologized. David nodded, standing up.

“It’s okay. I should probably head out before the rain gets worse.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll walk you to the door.” The phone stopped ringing, and you made a mental note to call back once David left.

As you opened the door, David cleared his throat.

“Y/N. We can still be friends, right? Even if things didn’t work out between us?”

You smiled. “Of course. As long as you promise to talk to your special someone. Don’t let something like distance ruin a beautiful thing.”

“Okay, deal. But only if you work things out with your someone and tell him how you feel. If he doesn’t feel the same, well, it’s his loss. Not yours.”

“Deal.” The two of you exchanged goodbyes and he left. You closed the door gently behind you, and picked up your phone to call Alfred back. Your skin prickled with dread at the thought of something terrible happening to the ones you loved.

“Wayne Residence.”

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Alfred?”

“Dear, I’m sorry for calling so late.”

“It’s okay. How are you?” You relaxed, relieved that nothing terrible happened, that they were all safe and sound.

“I’m well, thank you.”

“And..?” You hesitated.

“He’s doing well. Blowing off steam the best way he knows how.”

“Oh.”

“He doesn’t know I called, but I just wanted to apologize for Bruce’s attitude, and also to check up on you.” Alfred continued. “I gave him a stern earful after you left. He had no right to talk to you in that way.”

“It’s okay Alfred. I just,” You let out a sigh as you walked over to the couch and picked up your blanket from where it was, “I really wanted to tell him how I feel, and he just brushed me off. And I’m not going to lie, it stung.”

“I know. He really does care about you, but he just doesn’t know how to express it. Especially since you have a.. partner?”

“Oh no, Alfred. David and I briefly talked things out, this night actually, and we have decided that we are better off just being friends. He has someone and I…” You gestured in the air, even though Alfred wasn’t there to see it.

“I understand. Does Bruce know?”

“About?”

“Your feelings for him? And about the new development with David?”

You sat on the couch, and stared out the living room window.

“No. I don’t know how to tell him. Will he push me away like he did the last time I went?”

Alfred didn’t say anything for a moment. You were afraid he had hung up, but then you heard shuffling in the background, and then he stated softly:

“Give him time. He’ll come around. He cares too much about you to let you go a second time. Especially now that he has a chance.”

—

During the next couple of days, you threw yourself at your work, eager for a distraction. You had decided that if you didn't hear from Bruce by the end of the week, you would go to the Tower yourself, but until then, you were going to enjoy yourself and focus on other things.

Cassandra had gone off to lunch, leaving you at the office by yourself, which was fine with you.

As you finished sending the first set of emails, the bell rang, indicating that someone walked in.

With your eyes fixed on the monitor, you initially thought it was Cassandra.

“Cass, did you forget your wallet again?” You teased.

“I don’t think so.” A man replied. You froze for a second, recognizing the voice. Peering from behind your computer, you saw that it was in fact Bruce, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Cassandra isn’t here.” You blurted out without thinking. He shook his head.

“Not here to see Cassandra.” He gestured to the flowers. “I heard that flowers are a good way to apologize. So I wanted to bring you some. To apologize.”

You stood up and gingerly took them from him.

“Thank you. I will put them in a vase.” You breathed in the scent of fresh flowers, before placing them carefully on your desk.

“Can we talk?” Bruce asked. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Sure.” You nodded.

“After you left that day, I realized what I did was wrong. I hurt your feelings, and that was unacceptable.” He took a deep breath. “I should have never spoken to, or treated you that way. I hope you can forgive me.”

You nodded and gave him a soft smile.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have compared you to him, you and him aren’t the same person. Me being hurt by you pushing me away was not an excuse for my actions.”

It was quiet before Bruce spoke again, having thought about what he was going to say next.

“Honestly, I was afraid. Jealous of him. Angry at myself. He could offer you things I can’t. A stable life. Little to no danger. And I got upset at myself and at him because I could never give you that, with what I do. And-”

“But I don’t want him.” You cut him off. “My short time with him proved that. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. And that’s what I wanted to tell you that day.”

His eyes widened at your confession.

“You…”

You chuckled. “Ever since college, I’ve had feelings for you. I-I wanted to call you mine. And because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship between us, I tried to move on, but it didn’t work. My mind, my heart, belonged to you. Now it’s up to you what you want to do with that. If you want to stay friends, or if- it’s up to you.” You looked down, avoiding eye contact.

Bruce stayed quiet, taking in your words before he stepped closer to you. He brought his hand up to tilt your chin up, making you look up at him.

As blue eyes bore into yours, he whispered:

“Despite me taking forever to realize it, I have always been yours. And if you’ll allow me to, I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Starting today.”

You smiled at his words.

“Okay.”

—

Later that night, you called your best friend with the good news. She only had two words to say.

“Fucking finally.”

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allmyn1ghts · 17 hours ago

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Falling for U

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pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader

summary: they first meet in college, then again years later.

Warnings: it has more angst than i expected so i apologize for this, and it’s unedited (as usual)

also this is the longest piece i have written i hope you all enjoy!

feedback is highly appreciated! it motivates me to write <3

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You first met Bruce on a sunny August day, on the first day of classes of your freshman year of college.

You trudged up the stairs of the Math building, not looking forward to the Statistics class you had signed up for.

‘At least it wasn’t the 8 AM class,’ you thought wryly to yourself, adjusting the backpack on your back as you walked down the hallway, looking for the room where the class was being held.

You found it at the end of the hallway - filled with students, but no professor. Relieved that you weren’t late for your first class, you scanned the room for an empty seat.

The only empty seat, besides the one at the front (which you didn’t want, you hated sitting at the front ever since an incident in high school), was next to a young man around your age at the back of the room, with dark hair, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, hunched over a notebook on the table in front of him.

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Jealous - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hank flirts with you jokingly but Dick doesn't like that.

Word Count: 1,015

"Good morning, everyone," the husky voice broke the morning's light atmosphere. Hank, with tousled bed hair, lethargically snags a cup from the upper cabinet, his gaze locking onto you in an instant. "You look good today, Y/N," he blurts out, seemingly oblivious to Dick's sly gaze or maybe deliberately choosing to ignore it.

"Thank you, Hank!" you respond, gracefully shrugging off the compliment with a warm smile, all the while Dick's frown deepens, a silent undercurrent of tension in the room.

The daily flirtation routine was starting to get on Dick's nerves. It had started with just innocent little compliments but soon progressed to touches and suggestive jokes. Was he exaggerating? Maybe. But the whole scene was stupid and he didn't like it. It didn't matter to him if Hank was just trying to be funny or if you really didn't pay attention to it, he was about to throw hands with the king of comedy if he didn't stop this soon.

Observing Hank's amused gaze and the mischievous grin on his face, Dick couldn't help but feel a rising frustration. "You know," Hank said, taking a casual sip from his cup, his eyes locking onto Dick's, knowing what he was about to say would cause Dick to absolutely lose it. Hank continues, his words dripping with confidence, "We would make a great couple. I mean, you're a beautiful girl, and I'm pretty handsome. We'd be a power couple without a doubt."

Dick clenches his jaw, the muscles working overtime. He's about two seconds away from intervening and teaching Hank a lesson. The way you laughed at Hank's joke didn't make him feel any better.

You notice Dick's sudden change in behavior, his eyes narrowing with frustration, and realize he's about to start walking over to Hank. You have to ease the tension. "I'm sorry to tell you, but Dick and I are the ultimate power couple," you say, injecting a hint of playful confidence into your words. A small smile plays on your face, hoping to ease the building tension in the air.

Not even that managed to soothe his frayed nerves. Dick needed to step aside and cool down. This whole fiasco was really pissing him off and he wasn't sure what to do. Leaning in, he whispers in your ear that he needs to go finish some paperwork in your shared bedroom before leaving abruptly. Despite the urge to follow him, you decide not to. He probably needs some time to himself. Instead, you stay in the kitchen with Hank, joking around with one another.

Dick didn't like to label himself as the jealous type. He didn't mind you having guy friends, being nice to other men or anything like that. But that scene was just too much for him. Even after hours, Dick could still feel the rage bubbling in his chest, which seemed to refuse to be extinguished by mundane paperwork. Rubbing his weary eyes, the pronounced bags beneath them reveal the exhaustion that he's feeling.

You decide it's time to talk to Dick. You walk over to your bedroom, knocking on the door before entering. He turns around at the sound of the door opening. "You okay, Dick?" your sweet voice asks.

His sigh conveys a mix of weariness and frustration, and as you step into the room with genuine concern, he averts his eyes, grappling with unspoken emotions, knowing that his anger is aimed at Hank, not you. "Yeah, I'm fine," he says nonchalantly, trying to brush off the question.

You chew on your bottom lip, sensing that now might not be the ideal time to comfort Dick. "Really? Because it didn't seem like that when we were in the kitchen," you venture cautiously. Dick lets out an exasperated huff.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, running a frustrated hand through his tousled brown hair, already annoyed by how this conversation was going. "Well, maybe it's because Hank was flirting with you."

You sigh, knowing he's annoyed with you. "We're just friends, Dick. It's not a big deal-" But before you can continue, he cuts you off. "Don't start with that bullshit." His interruption is sharp. "I'm not comfortable seeing Hank touching you and talking to you as if he was your boyfriend, okay? It pisses me off. I'm fine if you two are friends, but that kind of shit just gets on my nerves."

"So you're jealous?" You respond, starting to walk over to him. Dick's stare intensifies, his expression serious. There were a few things that could trigger him, but you couldn't believe that something like this could put him in such a bad mood. "Hank just does that to mess with you. He told me himself." Dick stayed silent. That was still awful for him.

"Hey, don't be upset. You know you're the only one for me," you reassure, feeling the need to bridge the emotional gap. He lets out a small hum, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Dick, you're the man I love, alright?" You tilt your head, locking eyes with him and closing the distance. "I love you, flaws and all," you confess, your arms finding their place around his neck.

Dick's lips curl into a faint smile at your confession. "Yeah?" he asks in a gentle tone, allowing a subtle vulnerability to break through his serious demeanor.

"Of course," you respond. The air crackled with tension as Dick closed the distance between you with a heated kiss. His grip on your waist tightened, sending a rush of warmth through you.

The frustration that had gripped Dick seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by the warmth of your reassurance. Breaking away, he rests his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Sorry for being a bit of an ass back there," he says, his voice carrying a mixture of regret and relief.

You chuckle lightly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Apology accepted. Just remember, I'm all yours," you say, your words punctuated by a tender peck on his cheek.

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Smoke & Blood (Frank Castle)

Summary: after you kill the men who sought after Frank, everything goes haywire.

Warnings: angst

WC: 1K

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The smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixed with the faint scent of gasoline and iron. The warehouse was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few flickering bulbs overhead and the occasional flash of lightning outside. It was raining—a storm was in full swing, but inside, it was quiet. Too quiet.

You stood in the middle of it all, your pulse racing, your breath shaky. Bodies littered the floor around you—men who had once been allies, now nothing more than casualties in the war you had been dragged into. The war that was Frank Castle’s life.

You had known the risks when you got involved with Frank, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this moment. The world was spinning, the weight of your decisions crashing down on you all at once as you faced the man you had fallen in love with—the man who now looked at you like you were the enemy.

Frank stood a few feet away, his chest heaving from the fight, blood splattered across his face and knuckles. His eyes were wild, dark with rage, and yet somewhere behind the storm in his gaze, you could still see the man you knew. The man you had come to care for, despite the blood he constantly shed.

“Why?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, the words cutting through the silence like a blade. His hand twitched, gripping the gun at his side tightly, but he didn’t raise it. Not yet. “Why the hell did you do it?”

You swallowed hard, your hands shaking as you tried to find the words. But how could you explain something like this to Frank? How could you tell him that you had been forced into a corner, that you had no choice?

“I had to, Frank,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting the roof. “You don’t understand…”

His eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he crossed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your arm in a bruising grip. “I don’t understand?” he growled, his voice rough and venomous. “I trusted you. I loved you. And you went behind my back. You sold me out to those bastards.” His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tightening as if he was barely holding himself together. “You betrayed me.”

Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. “I didn’t have a choice,” you said, your voice shaking. “They were going to kill you. They came to me, they threatened me—threatened us. I thought if I could just give them something, they’d let you go. I thought I could protect you.”

Frank’s eyes flashed with fury, and he released you, pushing you back roughly as he turned away, pacing like a caged animal. “You thought you could protect me?” he repeated, his voice bitter. “Do you know who the hell I am? What I do? I don’t need protecting, especially not from someone who’s supposed to have my back.”

“Frank, please—”

“No!” he shouted, spinning around to face you again, his chest heaving. “You made a deal with the same people I’ve spent my life fighting. You handed me over to the enemy.” His hands were shaking now, his fists clenched at his sides. “You thought they’d let me live? They were going to kill me, and you know it.”

The accusation hit you like a punch to the gut. You had made a mistake, a terrible, unforgivable mistake. But you had done it for him. To save him.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you said, your voice breaking as the tears finally spilled down your cheeks. “I thought I was helping. I thought—”

“You thought wrong,” he cut you off, his voice cold and unforgiving. “And now, because of you, they know where I am. They know everything.” He took a step toward you, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something dark—something dangerous—cross his face. “You signed my death warrant. You might as well have put the bullet in me yourself.”

You took a shaky step back, fear creeping up your spine as you realized just how far you had pushed him. Frank Castle was not a man you crossed. And now, you had done the one thing he couldn’t forgive.

“I never meant for this to happen,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Frank’s expression hardened, his eyes burning with fury. “Intentions don’t matter. What matters is what you did.” His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl. “I should kill you.”

You froze, the weight of his words settling like ice in your veins. You knew Frank was capable of it—he’d killed countless men for far less. But this was different. This was you. You had stood by him, fought beside him. You had loved him.

But now, that love felt like a distant memory.

“I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” he whispered, stepping even closer, his voice laced with so much venom it made your heart stop. “For what you did. For betraying me.”

A sob escaped your throat, your vision blurring as you looked up at him, your heart shattering into a million pieces. “Frank… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

For a moment, his face softened—just for a moment. You saw a flicker of the man you loved, the man who had held you after long nights of fighting, who had whispered promises of safety in the dark. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by the hard, unforgiving mask of The Punisher.

“Sorry won’t fix this,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. “I know.”

He stared at you for a long moment, the silence between you deafening. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the warehouse, broken and consumed by the weight of your choices.

The rain outside continued to pour, but the storm in your heart was far worse.

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