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Shades Of Harkness - A.H

Summary: Applying as an assistant of one of the infamous CEOs in the city never really crossed your mind, not daring to cross that boundary of hell. But, with your friend Miya and the universe having other plans for you, here you are—caught in the trap of Agatha Harkness, without even knowing it. Your vanilla dream of a relationship was far from what you will be getting, while the notorious CEO got something more than what she wanted, could she take care of it?

CEO!AgathaXFem!Reader

Author's Note: 50 shades of Harkness? Ahhh, yes! From that one request, I accidentally made it something more and I hope you'll like it! This is inspired with 50 shades of gray, but a gayer version!

Warnings: Cursing, soft!dark!agatha, mean!agatha, physical and mental violence, smut smut smut, sexual harassment, blood, ANGST!

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Chapter 1: In The Shade Of Harkness

Chapter 2: Down The Caliginous Road

Chapter 3: Together At The End

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Author's Note: Enjoy, gays!

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Hi! Could you do a power imbalance Agatha x fem! reader? Agatha is the CEO and reader is the new worker who catches Agatha’s attention. Something dark is welcome

hiii! first of, this idea is so awesome! been wanting to do something with CEO agatha but never really made an action to it. Sooooo, i kind of did a thing.... i followed this idea, butt!!! (i was watching 50 shades of gray earlier) and so i came up with the decision of inspiring it with 50 shades mweheheheh, hope that you'll like it though! it might take 2-3 chapters, but I'm already done with the first oneeee. I'm so sorryyy, i got so exciteddd, and welppp, expect a fic of CEO!AgathaXfem!reader and inspired with 50 shades of gray! hope you guys will like it ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

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im backkkk, going to give y'all the calm before the storm mweheheheh

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hi, everyoneee! i know I've been MIA these past few days, I got so busy with exams and finals but I'm all free now since the xmas break just started! I promise to feed you so many updates! (hopefully) but yeahh, expect an update soonnnn! I'm sorry for making you waittt, I didn't have enough time to answer your asks and also the requests that was sent—which I will surely do! You guys are so amazing! Thank youuuu (⁠つ⁠✧⁠ω⁠✧⁠)⁠つ

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show it to me rachel please send it to me

✿ ━━━ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

( official title is still being contemplated … )

Agatha Harkness ✘ fem!human!reader ✘ Rio Vidal

Somewhat of a summary ( still workshopping ) :

Love is one you never thought to experience on Earth, and soon you would be departing from existence. But that did not signify you did not want it, and it seems your wants were heard because here you were, with not one but two lovers who fiercely loved you. Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal. You knew your departure was bound to come, but the more happiness and love you were surrounded with, the more it seemed it wasn’t bound to happen anytime soon because once Rio came into the picture, a new lover to you yet an old one to Agatha, your sickness seemed to have … postponed.

Given the background of Agatha and Rio’s disoriented and uncompleted love story, you knew that the only reason why Agatha Harkness allowed Rio back into her life, into yours was with one condition; Rio Vidal, Death herself was not to take you from Agatha. Death had come for Agatha’s and Rio’s son, Nicky Scratch centuries ago, and that was assistant to the major fracture in their relationship, their love. Rio somewhat had broken the order of natural balance when she allowed Agatha to have 6 years with Nicky, and now Rio once again finds herself unable to deny Agatha — and selfishly herself — your love, your presence to linger just a bit longer. Of course, you’re, in the meantime, unaware of this agreement between them.

Humans are already as fragile as they are, but you were much more. Your heart was sick, and their uncertainty only spirals more when this topic of childbirth is brought up. You thought as long as you were out of danger, as long as you had Agatha and Rio both, you’d be okay. You experienced love, but now you find yourself yearning for more of it — an experience to carry the life that embodies their love for you. It is risky, of course, with you being human and them being well, witches — or rather, one of them Death herself and Agatha considered a … witch murderer, to put it bluntly. Especially with the flaws of your heart, but you’d already tested the limits the moment you fell in love with two enhanced beings. And who are they to deny you? They try to make this possible for you, though your heart inhibits this, and it seems your lovers feel the same. And it soon comes with a rather heavy price.

Will contain : FLUFF, evolves major!angst, handful of emotional parts within this, implied smut though not entirely, mentions of blood, miscarriages, sick!reader, pregnant!reader, health issues, doctor talk, flashbacks, Agatha x Rio of COURSE — but there will be a handful of things occuring between these two and it’ll somewhat piss you off not because they’re having their own moments — you’re well aware they had a heavy history before you — but because these moments are about you and they don’t include you in them, MAJOR!CHARACTER DEATH, Agatha of course has a shit mouth, both love reader so much, like love LOVES her so much it makes your heart ACHE, neglecting infant / child, bittersweet moments, angst-y bittersweet ending

1st gif by : @daisjohnsons

2,3, and 4th GIF by : @stevenrogered

author’s note : hello there !! This idea has been ghosting the back of my mind for quite some time, but I never found the right motive until one day I revisited an old draft and the once dying concept just started building up — I will admit there are a few struggles ( minor details that have a major connection and importance in the end🥲🥲) I’m still having though I have the majority of the plot for this little fic.

Such as will this take place before, during, or after the Blip though before ‘WandaVision’ and ‘Agatha All Along’, and if I want to include Lilia Calderu, Jennifer Kale, and perhaps even Alice Wu-Gulliver, since they could help also build up the plot, HOWEVER, they ( as in Lilia, Jen, and Alice ) will already be acquainted by then in ‘Agatha All Along’ if they are included in this.

HOWEVER …. Okay let me just keep it to myself because it’s so long — my idea on this possible fictional piece / series.😭😭 t’s still being contemplated, whether it could be a literal whole essay, or a mini-series, 2–4 parts maximum.

Would anyone be interested in reading this …? And possibly hearing my rants through dm’s??🥲🥲 if so, please let me know ! Have a wonderful day !!!

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Red Days, Purple Loves - A.H

Summary: You were having a particularly low day... accompanied with your red day. How will your centuries old wife handle her not-so-mortal-anymore younger girl? What will even happen when she's scared of the same girl who's several inches smaller than her?

Author's Note: Ahhhhh, my first ever Agatha fic! My red days are coming up, i was ugly crying earlier when my grandma scolded me ignoring them and again for no reason! Thankfully, she still bought me my fav drinks and grapes!

Warnings: periods, sad y/n, fightings, soft agatha? and did i already say softie agatha? should there also be a warning for a wifey material agatha? broken glass, yelling, blood

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You can't remember clearly when the fight started—what it caused. As you sat on the couch, a heating pad on your lower tummy and the bear plushie that Agatha had won for you at the amusement park that you practically cried your way for her to go with you.

You clutch onto the cozy blanket bundled up on your lap as you anticipated when your wife will come back home. Staring at the television with the same glossy eyes you held earlier when she left you standing in the kitchen, choosing to leave than to yell back at you.

As you watch the movie that both of you are fond of—The Notebook, the same one that Agatha would make up stories and say if she's in Noah's position, she would also be doing all of that for you. It made you miss her, glossy eyes started becoming a river and a puddle of tears as guilt started creeping up on you. You just wanted to spend time with her!

As far as you remember, she was down in the basement for hours, you just wanted to spend time with her. You didn't do anything wrong, that's for sure—the 'water' you 'accidentally' pushed was not your fault, you tripped on her books that were stacked up. She shouldn't have those laying around everywhere.

As you sniffled with your puffy nose, you held on tightly on the plushie in your arms and wiped your tears with the other using Agatha's sweatshirt that you wore, which is too big on you. A small frown formed in your forehead as you remembered how she scolded you, almost yelling.

As you started wondering where she has been in the past 1 and a half hours the sound of a car pulling up on the front made its way to your ears, making you turn hastily, lips parted as you sighed in relief. Your eyes were stuck there for a moment, trying to catch a glimpse of your wife but failed when you heard the opening of the front door.

You turned back to watch the movie that is playing on the television, but your attention was elsewhere. The hold you have on the blanket and the plushie tightened as you waited for the pair of arms you woke up in this morning. You waited and waited and waited and wait-... The sound of her boots passed behind you until it disappeared inside the bathroom you had near the kitchen.

Suddenly, what she said earlier came rushing back in.

"God, can you just give me some space for a couple of minutes, Y/n? I'm almost done here! I told you I'll get back to you immediately, baby."

Yet, she left. Maybe, she was already getting tired of your attitude. Your sillyness. Your immaturity...

With lips trembling, you stood up, not caring about the remote, blanket, heating pad and the plushie getting in contact with the floor. Not even bothering to turn the TV off and picking up everything, you ran off up in the stairs, Senior Scratchy gazing at your form.

Agatha's ears alerted her at the sound of things clattering around the floor, it was a faint sound yet it still caught her auditory sense. Shaking her head as she washed her hands, she caught sight of something in the bin. Pads.

Her lips became a thin line as the realization hit her. Her eyes narrowing as she remembered the way you acted earlier.

"Aggie?..." There was a certain edge lacing through your voice, making her look up immediately, her hands dropping to the side and her eyes averting from the book to yours.

"Yes, my love?" With eyebrows raising, she looked at you with gentle eyes, seeing you clad in her sweatshirt that are almost covering you, stopping by your mid thighs, making your shorts invisible to the naked eye.

Your hair was in a messy updo, a visible frown on your face yet her heart jumped at the sight of you. Never did once falter, even after being with you for 10 years already.

You were a mortal, she met you since westview, having caught her eyes as soon as she saw you and since then, she never let you go. It was... hard at first, to say the least.

You were younger—so much younger, while she is older she seemed like she doesn't aged, but you do, so when she figured out how to make you don't age like her, so you can stay with her forever, you were both so happy. Getting married immediately after the spell was cast.

"When are you going to finish that?" She offered you a smile before her her attention averted to the things around her big table, her hands reaching out to seemingly gather what she needed for her next 'experiment'.

"Almost done, darling. I will just need to put all these in the cauldron and cast some spells, then voila..." She chuckled while your eyes gaze at how veiny her hands are as you slowly stalked forward.

Your eyes analyzed the table, realizing that she is not 'almost' done, the same phrase she would tell you but broken one too many times. You suddenly felt irritated.

"But, I'm hungry..." Agatha snapped her head and looked at you, her eyes narrowing and an unsure smile forming in her face.

"Then... cook something, baby...? I got you some fruits earlier, remember?" Going back to what she was doing, missing the way you frowned as your hands clenched into a fist. "Eat those for the meantime, yeah? I'll cook you something later." She dismissed, her hands working on whatever on the table.

"But... I don't want fruits..." You tried to reason out as you started getting frustrated. Usually, when you come down here, it's a sign for Agatha to finally take a break... you know it's still too early to take a break, but... you want her to do it now!

"Hmm, well what do you want, my love?" She asked, not bothering to look at you but if flashed a hope inside of you. A smile made its way to your face, your frown disappearing.

"Uhmmm, sandwich? And uhmm, some hasbrowns! And hotlinks! I could do just the hotlink with bread." You explained, waiting for her to clean up everything, but you slowly frowned when she started reading something on the book, her hands working on it painfully slow.

"Oh yeah?" You nodded, even though she couldn't see you. "Well, then why don't you cook those? I just restocked everything yesterday, baby, suit yourself and wait for me? Yeah?" Your breathing started to get uneven, you lips parted as you breathed heavily.

If you're inside a cartoon show, there would be smoke coming out of your ears.

"But, I want you to cook it!" Stomping your feet, Agatha's head snapped to meet your eyes, her eyebrows furrowing at the sudden attitude. "You've been here since forever!" You yelled out, your high pitched voice ringing in Agatha's ear before you punched both of your hands on the table—too hard, that the cauldron beside your hand that you didn't notice fell as the side of your hand landed on small table that it was sitting up on.

"Y/n!" Agatha screamed in concern, her hand immediately reaching out for yours to look for any injuries, ignoring the substance that she waited for days to be used flowing on the floor, wetting some of her books.

You pulled away immediately as soon as her hands came in contact with yours, the action making her frown more as the situation hit her like a bus. She was just trying to check on you! Right after you gave her an attitude!

"What the hell is happening to you?" She asked, not yelling, but sounding like a mother scolding her child.

She was overtowering you so you had to stand on your tippy toes as you screamed like a child, yet you still didn't meet her height. "I just want to spend time with you! You've been here for like ages! Am I even your wife?" You said, as if she did something so bad to you.

Frowning even more, she backed up, as if scared of you—a big bear in front of her. "W-what? Baby, it's just been two hours? Why are you acting this way-" She was cut off by your high pitched voice once again booming in the atmosphere.

She was so gentle. God, she was so so gentle, and somehow it made you so pissed even more. You wished she did something bad to you, like cursed you or something so you'll have a good reason to give her this treatment. The same actions she's been dealing with and also trying to make right.

"I'm acting this way because you don't wanna spend time with me!" At the feeling of wetness on her feet, frustration grew inside of her.

"God, can you just give me some space for a couple of minutes, Y/n? I'm almost done here! I told you I'll get back to you immediately, baby." She was scolding you, but god was she so gentle with it. It made your eyes gloss as guilt started to creep up, just as soon as it entered your system, it quickly left when she walked passed you.

"God, Y/n..." You heard her whispered under her breath. Your lips trembled as the floodgates opened, you were left the standing as Agatha left the house, deciding to cool her head off, not wanting to say mean things to you as she felt it resurfacing.

It had happened a couple of times and she was not proud of it, she gave no mercy to anyone whom will cross her, it happened to you once when you fought over something so stupid. She didn't like how she treated you, and even when she has the reason to say those words to you, she will never give herself any consideration for making you feel the way you felt.

You breaking face was enough for her walls crumble, after the last fight, she learned how to handle her anger issues, how to press a stop on her tounge before it can be sharpen towards you, and especially how to deal with bad situations before it can lead to a big fight.

She won't lie, you were immature, she slowly learned that especially when you first started dating, being an only child and getting everything you wanted, but she dealt with it oh so perfectly, helping you improved. Gladly, you did improved, you developed and she was more than proud of it.

She knew she had it in her plate the moment she decided to date someone younger... not just by a course of year, a hundred of years... plus, you were a mortal. A young mortal who still haven't experienced much and learned many. Agatha herself was even surprised with how understanding she had gotten, especially with you.

"Huh..." Realization hit her as she stared into nothingness. She should've known. Gosh, stupid. She was too caught up in making a new antidote for when you would get your allergies at night that she didn't managed to put pieces together.

Of course you had to be on your period to be acting that way.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, before standing up leaving the bathroom. As soon as she left the bathroom, her eyes went on the living room, frowning when she saw the things on the floor, immediately going there and picking it up one by one.

Looking at the television, her lips turned upward before shutting it off. Clutching the plushie in her arms after putting the rest on the couch, she turned and started walking towards the stairs, meeting Senior Scratchy along the way.

Bending down, she picked him up, cradling him in her chest. "Let's go get Mommy, hmm? Gotta make her happy even though she's mean earlier, yeah? But, Mama loves her so much so we gotta be the one to say sorry..." Chuckling as she baby talked the rabbit while making her way to your shared bedroom, where she knows you'll be—she could feel you, she can't be wrong.

Knocking three times softly, putting the plushie beneath her armpit, locking it between her side and biceps. "Mrs. Harkness?" Receiving no response, she opened the door, her eyes immediately dropping down to the human outline underneath the big blanket.

"Someone's got a delivery for you..." She said softly, her voice playful as her eyes raked over your hidden figure. Sitting down on the side of the bed, she put the plushie down and Senior Scratchy beside it. "Darling..." Reaching down, she tugged at the blanket, surprised when it easily went down and revealed your face.

With your hair all over, some covering your face while your cheeks was left with an evidence of tears, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Though, she knows she has no reason to, her heart is reserved to be the softest only for you, even her powers is no good when fighting it.

"Oww, my sweetness." She mumbled, her hands reaching out to gently put your hairs away from you closed eyes. You must've cried yourself to sleep, thinking of the worse and Agatha could only imagine, knowing you, she knows exactly what you thought.

She didn't approached you earlier immediately fearing that you're still mad and upset. She only went to the coffee shop you both loved and refreshen up, losing track of time as her mind wandered off to the things she would love to do with you on the upcoming winter. Even after a fight, her mind always wanders off to you and think of tha many things she'll doo with you and many more memories to make with you.

She always finds herself come running home to you.

"Sweetheart..." You mumbled something she couldn't understand, your head turning to face her unconsciously as you felt her touch. "Baby, I'm here now..." Turning her body so she's sitting on the bed with her feet on it so she could get a better look at you—to touch you better.

Pulling the blanket down even more she craed your face, coaxing you to wake up. Bending down, she left kisses on your face, and slowly you got a hold of your bearings.

"I'm sorry, my love..." She started, still kissing you soflt all over your face whil cradling it with one of her hands as the other went to the back of your head. "Why didn't you tell me you had your period, hmm? I would've come to you sooner, my love..." She continued.

Your lips trembled at the treatment your receiving, every bad thing you were feeling towards her was gone, left only was the guilt of your actions towards her and the longing that makes your heart ache.

"You have me all to yourself now, baby... I'm not leaving, okay?" Now looking straight in your eyes that are filled with tear, she frowned. "Hey, heyyy... come here..." She pulled you up to lay on top of her—more like sit as her back settled on the head board, Senior Scratchy avoiding your feet as he hopped on the other side of the bed.

"Hey, my love... don't cry... we're okay now, yeah? I'll cook you whatever you want for dinner, baby... are you hungry?" She felt you clutching her shirt with one hand as the other went behind beneath her armpit snaking upwards behind her neck.

You shook your head, small sobs and quiet whimpers coming out of you. "I'm sorry, Aggie..." It is so soft and oh so broken, Agatha's insides churn as she held on too tight on you, her lips pressing down on your forehead. "I was mean and I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry... I'm really sorry, Aggie..." You continued.

Agatha's hand caressed your hairs away that kept falling on the side of your face. "Shhh, baby, it's okay... I forgive you, yeah? You were not so kind earlier, but I understand that you were having one of those days. What I didn't like is the way you put your hand down on the table like that... you could've gotten hurt, my darling..." You thought she was going to scold you for acting like that in front of her and towards her, but no, she didn't like that because you could've gotten hurt.

She was worried, not for her but for you. It made tears burn up to your eyes even more as sobs racked through your body. "I'm sorry, Aggie... I won't do it again, I promise..." You felt so disappointed in yourself. She already talked to you about your temper and child-like attitude, having your parents tolerating you for everything is not easy, but she took her time in helping you overcome it.

Hiding your face on her neck, you held on tight on her like your life depends on it. "I'm really sorry, I love you so much..." You said in between of sobs and sniffles.

You felt Agatha's arms encaging you tightly as one of her hand pulls your head away from her neck gently so you could breathe properly. "Hey, hey, I know that, sweetness, and I love you more, right?" She felt you nod and she smiled down at you, finally catching your bloodshot eyes with a little snot escaping your nose. "Now, don't cry because me and Senior Scratchy gets sad when we see you cry..." She smiled so widely at you that it made you let out a small airy giggle.

She doesn't smile often in front of other people, only when it's sarcastic, but with you, it seems like her smile is stuck on her face. And it feels good to see her smile—especially knowing that it's only for you.

"There's my favorite smile..." She mumbled, bending to kiss your forehead as her hand rubbed your back up and down. "How about we go down and cook you something for your tummy, hmm? I'll cut those fuits for you and make you anything you want." She said, her voice almost lulling you to sleep with how soft it is.

"No..." You mumbled, closing your eyes as you take her in. "Just stay like this for 5 minutes..." You continued.

She smiled down at you, her hand continues caressing you head. "Okay, whatever my love wants." She replied back, her smile staying as she looked down at your face, wiping away your tears before bending down to kiss the skin near your eyes.

There's no fight so bloody that she'd back down on just so she could stay with you for forever, but she will gladly concede defeat if it means she get to hold you even for just a minute. There's no mountains so big and ocean so long she wouldn't cross just to get to you.

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Author's Note: Hope you like it! tell me about your thoughts in this one, my requests are open! if you would like me to do another one just tell me mweheheheh, i have so many ideas for Agatha.

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It Still Hurts Underneath My Scars - N.R

Summary: Natasha was supposed to go home, but what happens when she unveils something—hidden deep beneath those smiles, making her also run right back to the past. Will this turn out well for both of them?

Author's Note: Ahhh this is a hot 4k+ word and just like what I said, here comes all the angst I could give the world.

Warning: Yelling, broken glasses, cursing, so mean!natasha, crying, blood, injuries, bruises, trauma, poor sad baby Y/n (she deserves every good thing in the world, yes.) Tell me if I missed something!

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3rd Person's POV:

Natasha woke up at the faint sound of metal clashing onto the ground, with eyes snapping open and body sitting up straight immediately she quickly withdrew a gun inside the small table beside her bed. With steps cautious and quick, she approached the door and quietly opened it. As another clanking of two or more heavy material, she approached the kitchen where the sounds are coming from.

Maybe, it was coincidental or maybe the time is just in the mood for games that Natasha was not prepared for. With her gun pointed to the culprit of the sound, it was faced directly to the younger one's figure, if she was to pull the trigger she would hit bullseye, that's for sure.

With 2 pairs of wide eyes, one with shock and the other with a noticeable fear, Natasha pulled down her gun, her facade straightening up while Y/n stayed staring. The tremble of her chest as she took deep breaths—too deep breaths for Natasha's liking can be noticed from afar.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought someone had broken in." She did not intend for it to come out so harshly, but the unsettling feeling in her chest is just so hard to ignore. What even is it? Fear? Anger?... Worry?

She walked towards the counter, putting down the gun as she watched as the gaze of the small girl seemed stuck with a glue on it. She didn't know what pushed her to hide it away, putting it on her waist, tucking it in on her pants, away from eyes that seemed to be going through a thousand miles.

There was a moment of silence, Natasha almost felt the unsettling rumble in her stomach overtake her being. So, she decided to speak up once again, "I asked you a question." Rounding up the counter to get a glass of water, she saw just how much mess has been made.

A broken mug with spilled coffee, clattered empty pot and a pan, there's also some water splattered around the girl's feet. A deep frown settled on her face as she looked up once again to gaze at Y/n's face, trying to search for her eyes but found nothing when she saw that she was looking down.

"I-... I di-... I'm so- I'm so sorry... I don't- I didn't mean to... W-Wait..." Crouching she immediately touched the pot and the pan, one hand each. And each hand, Natasha could visibly see how much it trembled, the pump of her chest now more seen by the naked eyes.

As the young woman moved around, giving Natasha a glimpse of the distressed face she was wearing. This is the first time that Natasha had seen her with that kind of expression, in this type of condition, but she was stuck on her own feet as she watched.

She watched as she picked the shards of sharp glass off of the floor with her bare hands, making Natasha's eyes widen in fear as the worry in her chest grew, now having a clear understanding she was feeling.

"Wait! Stop that." Launching forward, she took a hold of both of the thin arms that are covered with sleeves, one of the many long sleeves that Y/m wears.

As soon as her hands got in contact with Y/n's forearm and and upper arms, Natasha pulled her upwards. With a force applied and the grip she that the older woman has on her, Y/n's face scrunched bitterly as she yelped. Her hands flapped up and tried to pull her body away from Natasha.

"Ah!" It went unnoticed by Natasha who seemed to be in trance, getting Y/n out of the surrounded glasses. "N-Natasha..." Tears pricked her eyes as she looked up, her body being manhandled away from the scene while Natasha's gaze was stuck on the ground, observing the trail of glasses, water and coffee in order to get the younger woman in her arms to safety.

Biting her lips, tears swam around her eyes before it ran down on her cheeks. "Are you an idiot? You can't fucking pick up those glass with your hands! You will hurt yourself. Are you even thinking?" Blurting out words she didn't think of, words out of the raging storm in her mind, blinding her from the way Y/n kept flinching on her grip.

Y/n could feel a faint taste of rusty blood on her lips with how much she's biting down so hard in it. Her whimpers drowned out by the scolding she's receiving as the hold reminded her of something familiar.

Soon enough she was settled down beside the counter, far from the chaos and mess she made. Her form trembled as her breathing became ragged. Her arms ached, she could feel the blood rushing inside the bruises that littered around her body. She couldn't even find enough courage to move and help Natasha out who swept the glass and wiped the substance on the floor.

She's supposed to clean that up! She messed up so bad, and she knows it. The aching arms are quickly forgotten when fear starts to overcome her mind, spreading like a poison ivy. With tears flooding her cheeks, she bent down and started picking the broken glass that was near her, flinching when it cut right through her skin.

"Y/n!" Natasha watched as the young woman continuesly pick up the glasses with trembling hands. One hand kept picking it all up while the other holds the shard of glasses—she wasn't holding it, she was gripping it. "Hey! Y/n!" Stepping forward, she took a hold of the petite body once again, never missing how it tensed under her touch, making her almost pull away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, don't- don't hurt- No, no, no..." Natasha heard the whispers that came out of her mouth, making her frown go deeper as she pulled them up together. She felt Y/n trying to pull her arms away, so she gripped tighter. "No!" It came out meekly, a small high pitched voice.

"Hey..." That must have been the softest voice that came out of Natasha ever in her life. Finally realized just how much mess and chaos has been done, not just in her kitchen floor, but to Y/n. "Hey, hey, hey..." She walked the two of them towards the other side of the kitchen island, her grip softening as one of her hand snaked around Y/n's waist.

"Please... don't hurt me... I'll clean it up... good- I'll be good." At the sound of her voice, Natasha could feel her knees weakening for unknown reason.

"What?- I- I won't hurt you." Analyzing the angelic face of Y/n, she couldn't help but notice the distant gaze she has and seemingly to in some kind of trance.

Looking down, she caught the sight of Y/n's shaking hardened fist, then up to her chest that jumps up and down hysterically, just then she noticed how ragged her breath is. "Hey, breath. It's okay, it's all fine..." Her hands seemed to have its own brain as it automatically cups her cheeks, trying to trap her gaze into hers. "Y/n, detka, hey, I'm not mad, it's okay. The mess is cleaned up already, hey..." Seeing the irises of her eyes moving side by side hysterically, Natasha realized that she can't see clearly, along with the tears in her eyes.

With her vision unfocused, her ears only ringing, Y/n could feel her blood running cold as she tried to catch her breath. There was a pressure on both of her face but she couldn't feel it properly, she doesn't know what it is. God, she can't have another meltdown here, not when she's just new here. Natasha might think of her weirdly, she might even get more angry.

"Hey, Nat?- What-" Natasha's head whipped around to see Maria standing by the kitchen hallway. Was she that too caught up with the girl in front of her that she did not notice the other presence breaking inside of her penthouse? No, she couldn't be. "What happened?" With worry evident in her voice, Maria rushed to their side, her hand reaching out to touch Y/n's lower back.

Natasha has her locked up in her arms, so Maria couldn't really do anything much. With both of Natasha's hand caging Y/n's small body, she pulled her in even more. There was a sudden click inside her that made her pull her in, she doesn't know if it was because of the worry i side of her growing or maybe the way Maria had reached out for her girl.

"Maria, get the aid kit inside the bathroom. Also get some towel and a bowl of water." Natasha's voice commanded before bending down to pick up the girl in her arms bride style, realizing that she wouldn't be walking.

Maria immediately ran to get what was needed, looking down at the mess that was made on the kitchen floor, she frowned and started pondering or what had happened. Then suddenly, flashes of the bruises she saw on Y/n's arms blinded her thoughts, clenching her jaw she imagined the worse.

The was Natasha was gripping her, holding her tightly did not sit right as she thought of it right now. The way she overtowered the small girl as Y/n trembled in fear. Fuck, Natasha couldn't be...

"Hey, let me get that..." As soon as she set Y/n down on the couch, she take a hold of her fisted hand that is still holding the pieces of sharp glass tightly.

Holding it gently in her hands, she caught a glimpse of something as the sleeves of Y/n's clothing hike up. Frowning, she reached forward and pull it up even more out of curiosity. Blood drained her face as the bruises that littered around it became visible in her eyes. Her hold on her earlier couldn't have done that, no. It is clear that it is made days or weeks ago.

Averting her focus back on getting the glasses out of Y/n's hands, she felt her heart started to pump faster. She hated it. She shouldn't be feeling like this, no, she can't feel like this.

"Here..." Without looking up, she took the kit from the hands of her friend and started tending on Y/n's hand, now in complete silence as her mind ran miles.

What is there that she still doesn't know?

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Maria's POV:

"You're still here." I turned to see Natasha walking towards the railing of her balcony, gazing towards the scenery in front of us, not bothering to throw me even just a glance.

I looked back to where I was staring, inhaling a pound of air before letting it all out. "Your actions opposes the assumptions I have in my mind." I started, just then, I felt her eyes burning holes on the side of my head. "You're not..." I gulped down an invisible ball of saliva in my throat. "You're not the one who did those to her, did you, Natasha?" Catching her eyes, a frown started forming her face before her stance became tensed.

A reaction I knew all too well. But, not what I expected to receive with this topic.

"What?" She asked and I could hear the pure confusion lacing through her voice. A sound that demands an immediate and straight answer. I looked away and started answering.

"The last time I was here. I saw her arms. Beaten. Raw. I'm starting to thinking it's all over her body, I also... thought that it was you." I looked back to her face when I saw it snapped to look inside the penthouse. A faint glitch in her facade that she only wore when we thought her father had found out about her hidden treasures. Fear. Worry. "After earlier, I saw... I saw how you cared for her, Natasha-" I almost jumped at the sound of her voice.

"I didn't." I shook my head and chuckled lowly, bending down and putting both of my elbows on the railing. How I could see right through her.

"I wouldn't blame you for starting to feel like this. I watched you, Natasha." Turning only my head to look at her, a knowing glint shining in my eyes as her gaze locked in mine. Showing her that I know, and she doesn't have to hide it.

No matter how much she wants to, no matter how much she needs to. No matter how much she will deny.

"Just like how you watch her."

I waited... and waited. But, a response never came. Sighing, I stood up straight. Turning my whole body towards the sliding door but made no move to approach it. "I care for her..." I started, once again. "Not the way you do, of course." Just then, it all came down to me just how much I got so attached to this girl, how much her attentiveness and hospitality had made my heart moved like no one. Clint's right, we're all really getting soft because of her. "She's a sister I have never had. Tell me what you want me to do, I will help you. I will bring what you need, and I will come wherever you want me to be."

Still, I was met with silence. Clearing my throat before sighing, I started walking towards the door.

"Hill." Now, that's what I was looking for.

Looking back, I catch the fire in her eyes even though her face is stone cold. I knew by then, it will catch up to those who have sinned.

"I want everything." She said in a monotone, with her jaw clenched, she turned around and I was faced with her back.

I nodded, even though she couldn't and wouldn't see me. "You got it, boss." I said before stepping inside the penthouse, my eyes immediately locking in on the figure that is sat on the farthest edge of the couch, as if it will ground her—protect her from everything.

I analyze her body for a minute, she doesn't have her socks on as usual, making me catch a glimpse of a faint bruise that is long but not deep from what it looks like. Taking a deep breath, I decided to go, taking a last look on her face, staring into nothingness with seemingly no thoughts behind her eyes.

God knows what is unleashed.

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(Flashbacks) 3rd Person's POV:

A giggled escaped the 13 year old girl as she read a book that was given to her by Lucille. Something funny had happened on the character that made her stomach tingle and let out a giggle, unaware of the pair of eyes that is burning holes in the whole of her body.

Just as she let out another giggle, the sound of a gun booming that is all to familiar to her ears went off, making her jump with no sound escaping her lips. Just like what Lucille had thought her, no noise means less hits. As her heart raised, beating faster, she stood up, leaving the book on where she was sitting, with a promise to get it back later before running off inside the huge mansion.

The same pair of eyes followed her, a knowing glint of who she was, the same pair of eyes that studied her dull life but found it the most interesting. Walking towards the huge tree, under the shade of it is where she took the book. Knowing that her Dad is enjoying his time with their family's friend, she knew they wouldn't even notice that she's gone, too busy playing with different guns.

She studied the surroundings and did not wonder just how much Y/n loves it here. She remembered the time she met Y/n here, she remembered that the young girl was still 3, munching on a cookie that looks like she will be killed if she was found eating it.

"Hey..." An 8 year old Natasha spoke, a certain softness present in her voice.

The little one jumped, dropping the cookies as she did so. Those cute chubby cheeks with some crumbles of cookies made Natasha want to pinch it. She looks angelic, Natasha wondered if maybe, they do hide angels around here because she certainly just met one.

"I not eat the tookies!" The visible lisp came out, making a smile break through Natasha's face. With those frowning small eyebrows, Natasha could feel her stomach doing flips because of the cuteness.

"But, you did." Natasha started, smiling teasingly as she walked closer. "And you have cookies all over your face." Natasha explained, her hands going to her hips, just like what she sees on her father.

"I didn't..." Smearing her small hands on her face didn't do her any good, as now her face is more covered in crumbles and a faint chocolates here and there. "See? You ate the tookies! Maybe..." A laugh broke from Natasha, even as a mere child, she's never the one to laugh a lot. Hearing the unbelievable assumption that has been made towards her made her surrender in defeat—once again, something she does not usually do.

"Okay, then. Whatever you say... cookie monster." She said before she saw Y/n smile—a name she discovered from her parents. "Would you like to play?" She asked, observing how Y/n looked down at the cookies that fell earlier with somber eyes.

Natasha felt bad, knowing that she accidentally scared her and now she doesn't have anything to eat. "No, Lutcy will be mad if I get dirty. I won't get more tookies." She explained, and Natasha smiled.

As if she didn't eat one already.

"I'll give you more cookies! We have so many at home." Natasha said, making the small girl snap her head up at her.

"Weally?" A toothy grin made its way on her face, making Natasha smile unconsciously and nodded. "Otay, but- but we gotta make- we gotta bring Tammy along with us... he gets very lonely." The small girl almost scream in excitement, Natasha only nodded before she followed the little one.

Following the 13 year old girl, her steps in track and with a certain speed to catch up. There were a couple of turns until she was met with the end of a hallway. Clutching the book in hand she approached the slightly ajar door.

She stood there, frowning when she tried to listen to the other side of it and was met with silence. She was sure Y/n had ran in here, catching a glimpse of her hair as she went running inside. Her hands reach out to knock, but then again was met with nothing, only a faint shuffling that reassured her someone was inside.

Breathing deeply, she push the door, it was a tight space, a storage room, yet it is clean. As soon as the door is wide enough, she saw the trembling form of a girl. She observed how her shoulder heavied with each breath she took.

"Were you scared?..." Natasha started, gazing at the way the younger one's head popped up to look at who followed her. "By the guns, I mean." Natasha noticed how tears are brimming up in her eyes—those same eyes she never once forgot.

The same ones that haunted her in her sleep.

Receiving no response, she took a step forward before crouching in front of the girl. "You left this." She raised her hand and offered her the book, which was immediately taken by the girl. Just then, Natasha noticed the gauze wrapped up around her arm, more bruises surrounding it that is mixed of color green and purple.

Frowning, she looked at the girl's eyes, only to find it gazing at the book, avoiding her look. "What happened to you?" She could remember those other times she met the girl, the same color littering her body, the same condition designed her skin.

Finally, their eyes met, but only a shake of a head is what she received as another faint gun shot rang in the atmosphere making the girl jump from where she was sitting and pushed herself further on the wall. Natasha, without flinching, as if the sound puts her to sleep at night, turned her body and pushed the door close.

Turning back, she sat on the floor, offering a small smile. "Don't worry, you won't get hurt." Noticing the way Y/n's eyes kept looking back at her and the door. "You won't hear it anymore. If you still do, you just go like this..." Putting her hands on both of her ears, Natasha simulated what should be done.

Only gazing at the red head, Y/n felt a certain familiarity with her face. She was the kid of those friends of her parents that would come and go here. But, still, shying away from the girl in front of her, Y/n knew very little of socializing—experiencing it scarcely.

Seeing uncertainty swimming around the doe eyed gaze of the younger girl in front of her, Natasha went forward, putting her own hand on Y/n's ears that are covered by her hair. With the space between them almost closed, Natasha could finally analyze the face that kept chasing her waking hours.

Natasha does find her beautiful—ethereal even, but she has no explanation as to why she feels this way—remembering the young one this way.

"Do you hear anything?" Natasha felt the shake of her head, their eyes staying lock in each other's. "That's good..." Natasha said before pulling away and going back to sit on the floor, now with a much more closer distance with the girl.

It was like a magnetic pull that keep wanting her to get closer and closer. She doesn't know what it is, yet she did not fight against it. It feels just right.

"Are you going to stay here?" Natasha asked, the girl did not answer, only keep looking at Natasha now with eyes full of curiosity and familiarity. "We can stay here—I can stay here with you." Natasha said, before her eyes dropped down to look at the movement of the girl's lips. She's smiling, Natasha thought, but only a little.

In the moment, both of their hearts grew, sitting in silence, hidden from the world that is destined to break and make them.

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Natasha's POV:

I stood in the kitchen, looking over at the girl that is sat in the living room. I opened the television when I went inside from the balcony, seeing how eerily quiet here—the same noise the surrounded the atmosphere before Y/n started living here.

I was supposed to leave and go to the manor today, but something just keeps me from going. Something is grounding me from walking right through the door and get back with my life.

"What did you want to say? Make sure to not waste my time." I sneered at Yelena as we stood in the building's parking lot.

"Father's plans changed—I shouldn't be telling you this, but..." Gazing straight into my sister's eyes, I knew she wouldn't keep something from me. "I though I should let you know." Crossing my hands, I gave her my full attention.

"The wedding's not gonna happen..." I frowned, my insides shaking with something I can't put a finger to. Searching for any lies in her eyes, she explained further, "But, everything is still going. The marriage..." My shoulder visibly relaxed, I doubt that she did not notice it, seeing the way her eyes went on my sides, a knowing glint in her eyes as it reach my gaze. "... it's all settled in the paper..." She trailed off.

"Hmm?" I raised an eyebrow, urging her to continue.

"Papa discussed something with Y/n's parents, I didn't hear much but what I know is that after everything, they will be cutting Y/n off of their will... you will have it all." My frown deepened, my chest tightening with something I can't name.

"What the hell do you mean about that? What? Are they going to just throw her away like she's not their daughter?" I blurted out, Yelena's lips turned up a little—damn it, Natasha, get your shit together.

"She's just simply the paper in between their business, Natasha. After the marriage, you and I both know she's nothing to father..." She started. "...and to her parents... I don't really know, but that is the only thing I've heard. After that, I think it's up to you whatever happens to her... she'll be your wife...on paper, at least." She searched for something in my eyes, something I'm unsure of.

I have never felt so out of control. I couldn't control the thoughts and feelings circling around my insides. I couldn't even begin to figure it out.

"And you and I both know she means nothing to you..." She started, making my eyes dart straight into her eyes.

My face hardened, not letting her show a bit of emotion.

"Isn't that right?..." She asked, and I could tell the slightly visible teasing tone lacing through her voice. "Natalia?-"

"Shut the fuck up before I make you." Surging forward, I pushed her, making her tumble, if it weren't for the car behind her she would've fly down to the floor.

She chuckled lowly. "I still haven't met my future sister-in-law, when can I visit her-" My hand immediately reach out roughly and punch her on the cheek, making her tumble on the side.

"I won't let her near you—all of you." I gritted through my teeth. She knew about it. She's hitting all of my soft spot, and she might be the one whom I call my best friend before, telling her everything, but not anymore.

Not after she chose to stay with our parents when I offered her the chance to run away with me and build a new life.

"Even after all these years, Nat?" She asked, looking to side as if her face got locked after I punched her.

My eyes lit fires as I burn holes on the side of her head. My fist clenching on my side as I fought the urge to kill her right there and then.

"I don't wanna see your face here."

But, how can I leave when I finally have what I've yearned for all those years. I didn't even ask for it, didn't work for it yet it came down falling into my lap.

As I continued gazing at her, for once in my life, fear started to creep up. Fear of the unknown, where will this lead me? Weakness is something so foreign to me, just like how love and care is, but taking in what Maria had said earlier.

I did care.

But, not for anyone.

Only for her.

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Author's Note: Finallyyyy, ahhhh, everything in my mind is falling into place. Hope you enjoyed this one! More angtyness coming your way, darlings (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)���♡

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"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

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Hello, love, how are you? I hope you're well. What do you think of a Great War update? I miss you.

hii! im almost done writing the next chapter, hopefully I'll be able to post it tonight or maybe tomorrow! sorry for making you waitttt, it's gonna be a long write and full of angsttttt

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HEAR ME OUT! AGATHAxFEMREADER FANFIC?! an aftermath of an angsty fight between y/n and agathaa, ofc will end happily but ahhh, don't y'all wanna see a down bad agatha for her wifey? from a literal lioness to a cuddly bear trying to tame her bunny who's been giving her silent treatment xnsknsksndosnsosndis tell me your thoughts!

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Call me cowgirl and let me ride her

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ive just read ur great war serie plzzz have make the storie have like 20 chapter or more

hahhahaaahaa, I'll try to update more frequently, but I can't promise that much chapters 😿😿😿 i have so many ideas that i want to start after i finish the great war :((( maybe I'll do one shots for those who would submit a request! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) thank you for supporting, darling!

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Never Wanted Love Just A Fancy Car - N.R

Summary: Time seemed to pass by so quickly, everything seemed to be moving past between Natasha's fingers, but would she let the only thing that seemed to be giving her everything go? It is not what she wanted anyways... right?

Author's Note: Hii! Omg, finally! I hope this is enough to fill the weeks I haven't updated, I kind of got lost and everything's piling up. But, now, I finally have a good vision on how I want this to go! This is 3k+ words.

Warnings: Starting of Mean!Natasha (ughhh, here we go), bruises, mentions of abuse, sad Y/n (give my girl back her dog and lucy!)

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3rd Person's POV:

A week has already passed by, a routine was set between Y/n and Natasha. Inside that week, Maria, Clint and the other noticed how Natasha stayed in the penthouse, which was very unusual, given that she mostly lives in the manor. They chose not to mention it around the red head, thinking that they might just be thinking too much about it.

Y/n already knows the whole penthouse by heart, keeping everything as tidy as possible even though Natasha had kept saying that she has people to do those things. Making different delicious meals for the both of them, even making extra more for Clint, Maria, Bucky and Steve whom she met on the 3rd day of being there.

Y/n's kindness and attentiveness did not go unnoticed by the people that would come and go inside the penthouse, her actions warms the head of the people around her and makes their stomach churn in a very good way.

Natasha's eyes never left the petite figure of her 'significant other' wherever she goes and whatever she does. The fluttering of her heart makes her want to throw up as the compliments from her friends about Y/n makes her eyes roll. Though, she can't deny that her friends seemed to enjoy going to the penthouse ever since Y/n came.

Late night games and movies became a thing for the past week and a half, 'addicting meals'—as to how Bucky proclaimed it to be, are always served, all while Natasha kept to herself, specifically on times when she and Y/n are not alone.

She felt a magnetic-like energy, rather work at home than to do the work she normally would choose to do. Her tongue burning to get a taste of whatever's being cooked in the kitchen. The little moments and conversation that was spent between the younger girl became something she cherished and most awaited every single day, even though she will never admit it—even to herself.

Now, at the very moment, Y/n was cooking in the kitchen while Natasha seemed to be having a very serious call on the balcony with someone. Y/n's eyes kept checking her over, eyes raking on the expressions she wear across the kitchen, to the living room and to the balcony. She wanted so badly to ask what was wrong, her inside a raging bull that kept pushing her to be there for her...wife.

Before she could even go deep inside her thoughts, the sound of the sliding door filled the air and she quickly looked down to what she was cooking. she was cooking, heavy footsteps was what it was followed, then those deep heavy sighs she's starting to get familiar with. She's stressed. Natasha is stressed.

"Are you-" She started, not even getting the chance to talk before Natasha's dominant voice went straight to her ears.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me. I just need to deal with something." Natasha's footsteps did not falter, not even a bit as she passed through the kitchen, leaving Y/n alone and confused, her heart and mind fighting wether should she check on the redhead or not.

This is the first time she witnessed the redhead so stressed—the first time witnessed Natasha going out to do something without even knowing what it is. Usually, there would be a follow up reason, a short explanation from Natasha without even asking. Now, she just acted so...weird. There wasn't much evidence that Y/n saw from how she just acted, but Y/n could feel it.

What happened?

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Back at the penthouse, silence enveloped the whole atmosphere as Y/n fixed the food inside the microwave, deciding to wait up for Natasha so that they could eat together. Surely, she won't be home late, right? She always gets home by dinner.

Deciding to spend her time waiting by the living room, turning on the TV to watch something. Her hand subconsciously going up to play with her ring finger, wondering when will the ceremony of their wedding will be. Her mind fantasizing how beautiful the even might be, her younger self's dreams might finally happen in just a few days.

Her mind flooded with questions. Will my parents be there? Will Lucy gonna be there? Tamtam? Her heart fluttering in excitement at the thought of the two latter. She don't know how the wedding will go, all she knows is that this is all about something between Natasha's parents and her's. But, it's a wedding, a special event, a matrimony, it has to mean something more than just a business plan, right? Right.

Even though she still has mixed feelings about her unknown relationship with Natasha, she kept learning on how to love her, that what a wife does, right? That's what they should do.

Clad in her usual clothing, leggings and a domesticated sweater with her hair up in a ponytail and strands of hair falling to the sides of her face. Her attention was swarmed by the announcement spoken by the reporter on the television.

"Stark's industry has once again published a new electronic device, setting a standardized testing all over the countries, even in Asia. But, nevertheless, we can see how Romanoff corporation is still on top of the business. Electronics, weaponry, and services for the people and the government...." A small smile made its way on her face, her heart beats with pride. She was proud. She took a mental note to congratulate the red head later, maybe that's where Natasha was going. To discuss about this, this should be something to be celebrated.

Her gaze averted down to her arm, where the sleeves of her sweater was slightly ridden up. There was a vivid bruising, already healing. Caressing it, her eyes fell into a solemn look, thinking of home. Tammy, Lucy. She just hopes they're doing good. Her parents would call her, asking how she is, spending only a minute to talk to her before the conversation is averted about Natasha.

Pulling up the sweater to check on her other bruises, she saw how the others are still visible in the eyes close-up. She hopes it will be gone soon, people might think weird of her once they notice how she only wears a sweater and cover-ups.

Too lost in her thoughts, she did not notice the ninja-like footsteps getting near her. "Y/n?..." She jumped up at the sound, looking up to see Maria with a certain look on her face, her eyes glazing over the arm that was set in front of her. "Are you okay? What happened?" Looking down, Y/n realized that the sleeves was still ridden up.

Quickly pulling it down, she stood up. "Maria! I didn't- I didn't hear you... Why are you here?" Y/n mentally slalpped herself, sounding so nervous and maybe even mean. Fiddling the hem of her sleeves, she continued, "Have you eaten already? I cooked something... I-I'm just waiting for Natalia to come home, she left earlier, by the way-just incase you're looking for her..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say anymore.

Maria's gaze stayed for a while on Y/n's covered arms that was visible a while ago. She saw it. Bruises littered on her body is what her life is all about in this business, and she can't be mistaken if she saw one. She saw the stiff shoulder of Y/n and what seemed like a tensed body, clearly having a good read that it is not something she would be open into talking about. But to Natasha, she will for sure ask about it. There's no way Natasha's hurting her?

"Yeah- no, I mean, I was just gonna pass by to bring these papers to Natasha..." Briefly holding up a briefcase in hand, Maria's gaze averted to look back into Y/n's face. "She's been spending work times here, I told her I'd just give this to her and she agreed—where is she, by the way? Did she say anything about where she was going?" Maria asked as she put the suitcase on the coffee table and sat on the couch.

Y/n stayed standing up, "Uhm... no, she left in a hurry... and she also seemed stress." Silence enveloped the atmosphere around them, Maria seemed to be in a very deep thought as her gaze glued on the television while Y/n shifted on where she was standing.

"Would you— would you like to eat, Ria?" Maria look back at the young girl, smiling at the sound of the new nickname she earned.

"What do you have there?" Standing up, they both walked towards the kitchen.

"I cooked salmon! I also did some vegetables salads, if you would like I can make you some juices." Setting up a plate, Maria frowned.

"Aren't you gonna eat too? Did you eat already?" Sitting down, she muttered a small thank you when a glass of water was set in front of her.

"No, don't worry about me. I'll wait for Natalia..." Maria's eyes squinted a little as she looked at Y/n who was taking out the food from the oven.

"Why do you keep calling her Natalia?" Maria blurted out and Y/n frowned, her movements faltering as she turned to look at Maria.

"Isn't that her name?" She questioned.

With a chuckle, Maria took a sip on her water as the food was set in front of her. "No, yeah, it is, it is. She hates that name, do you know that? We all call her Natasha." Maria explained, amusement sparking in her voice.

With a deeper frown, Y/n sat down beside her, after setting all the food that is available in front of the raven haired woman. "She hates it? Really?" With a blown confused voice, she asked. "It's just... it was what I used to call her... before. From as far as I can remember."

"Yeah... but, doesn't seem like it when you're that one calling her that..." Maria took a bit of the delicious food, just as she was about to take a second bite, her movements faltered. "Wait... before?" Looking at Y/n who was looking ahead into a space, seemingly lost in her thoughts with a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Yeah... when we were kids. She used to come in our house with her parents, but I remember only very little." She explained, looking at Maria with a small smile on her face. "Why?" Seeing the distant look on Maria's face, she asked curiously.

A blip of silence came over, the gears running inside of Maria's head seemed to be heard by the girl beside her before she clears her throat slowly. "Urhm... no, nothing. Just curious, that's all—This is so good, by the way. Might eat it all if only Natasha would not kill me." Giggling, Y/n shook her head.

"I can cook you another?" Warmth spreading in her chest, she thought how Natasha got so lucky.

"No, no, don't bother, this is all good." With a nod, Y/n settled beside Maria, conversation thrown at each other like a normal friends would do.

Y/n could only hope Natalia is fine and will come home sooner.

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3rd Person's POV:

Hours passed by and the both of them had settled by the living room, with Maria deciding to stay for a couple of more hours and Y/n now falling asleep on the couch.

Averting her gaze from the television to the young woman who had her head on her knuckles while the other hand cuddled a pillow on her lap. Maria looked down on her phone, all of her messages from Natasha popped up immediately with no reply in sight. Sighing she got up to get herself a glass of water, deciding to stay a few more minutes before heading off.

As she was pouring herself a glass of water, a sheets of colored papers along with some art materials caught her eyes. Flower papers. The same ones she saw on Natasha's glovebox. The same one she also saw on Natasha's room yesterday.

Huh. Smirking, she shook her head before the sound of the door caught her attention. It might be Natasha. Deciding to stay in the kitchen as those familiar quiet footsteps reached her ears. From where she was standing, she could still clearly see where Y/n was laying on the couch but she's not visible for anyone to see if the person walking inside will go straight in the living room.

She watched as the familar form of a red haired woman with a dominant aura walked slowly with careful steps that Maria is not familiar with approach the young woman. With furrowed eyebrows, curiosity filled her body as she watched Natasha stand still, her figure looming over the girl, just watching over her.

Slowly, a sly smirk made its way on her face as she decided to step little by little closer to the living room, coming into a view where she can see Natasha's face clearly.

There was a certain look in Natasha's face that she could not pinpoint. A certain look she'd never seen before. Now, with a frown, she thought how could Natasha not notice another presence with them? With her eyes soft and tensed at the same time, analyzing the small figure by the couch, she decided to get her attention.

"Natasha..." With an uncertainty in her voice, she called out.

Head whipping around, shoulder becoming tensed as her features falter, Natasha replied, "Maria..." Clearing her throat, she straighten up, turning on her heels and walked towards the kitchen, her eyes trailing towards the art materials present on the table. "What are you doing here?"

Watching as Natasha opened up the fridge but just stared. "I got you the files. Where did you went?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you not to come anymore. I'll be going back at the mansion." Closing the fridge, she went to sit on one of the stools, now looking straight into Maria's eyes, not caring how she ignored the second question.

Frowning, she asked, "What? What about Y/n?"

Natasha shrugged, "What about her? I mean, she's doing fine here...I can just check on her—you guys can check on her from time to time." Taking a sip on the beer she got from the fridge, she averted her gaze to look by the living room, her gaze immediately falling down on the young woman laying on the couch.

With a still frown, Maria couldn't help but notice how the atmosphere had shifted, now taking notice that there was something up with her friend. She know her too well not to notice it, but seeing how tensed Natasha was, she chose not to question. Questions that are already piling up after the things she had witnessed and learned today.

"Well, then, I should go now. The files are by the living room..." Turning, Maria gathered her things she left on the kitchen counter earlier.

"Thank you, Maria." Natasha said with a monotone, acknowledging the effort that was made by the woman.

With a nod, Maria walked towards the exit, but her movements faltering as she turned her head to look at Natasha who was still looking ahead. "She cooked for you..." Even with her face in a stone cold feature, Maria could see right through her. "She was waiting for you to come back."

Receiving no reply, Maria headed off, leaving Natasha in her own bubble that seemed to be going off in any moment.

As soon as the sound of the door closing in, she swallowed a heavy lump that formed in her throat, her facade falling into pieces as she took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out.

As soon as she opened it, she saw a movement by the living room. Taking a large swig of the beer, she watched as the figure took notice of her presence. Those eyes that haunted her in her sleep, the same ones she craved as soon as she wakes up. Natasha made no effort in resolving her facade, watching as the young woman marched forward in the kitchen, strands of hair falling into place as she took careful steps just like what she always do, as if worrying that she might trip.

Natasha learned all her habits, the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear, how she would fiddle the ends of her sleeve as she tried to cover up her hands as if she was not covered enough with those sweaters and cardigans along with leggings and pants that seemed to be countless. The way her eyes would move everywhere when she's nervous and couldn't seemed to hold an eye contact. Many more she could not even begin to explain, and many more she could not stop thinking about.

She was held captive, and she knows it. Especially, after tonight. It was a hard pill to swallow, finally realizing that she was capable of doing something she grew up thinking she was not able to do so.

"You're home." Home. Natasha's gaze felt like she was burning holes into Y/n's eyes. "Do you wanna eat? Wait, let me just reheat it. Maria was here earlier, she got your files by the living room—oh, I also made a dessert for us, thankfully Maria did not see it inside the fridge, she would eat it all for sure." A giggle passed her soft lips, even though she was not in Natasha's view, the red head could see the smile she wanted so badly to keep from the world and own it to herself.

So that she could only see it.

So that she could only smile for her.

She was not supposed to feel like this, and that was what makes it more a bitter thing to taste.

"She's just simply the paper in between their business, Natasha. After the marriage, you and I both know she's nothing to father..."

Her facade hardened at the voice of her sister from earlier, receiving the truthful message that made everything clear for her.

She was not supposed to feel like this because that smile was never meant to be hers.

She has a mission to do, a mission for herself.

"...and you and I both know she means nothing to you..."

Standing up, everything seemed to be closing in around her. Gulping down the beer while her eyes strayed away from the one's who's trying to catch it with a confused and worrying gaze.

"I'm not hungry. You should also clean that mess up... can't have my house piling up with childish things." Pointing briefly on the art material she knew clearly well was meant to be given to her.

She was met with silence, and it was almost deafening. Walking away, her insides screamed to her the giggle earlier, craving to hear her voice filling up the air as she bid her goodnight.

Once again, a lump started to form in her throat, but this time, she can't find the strength to swallow.

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Author's note: Hope you liked it! I tried my best, really ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ I'll do better on the next one! More angst piling up in the corner, I know this seemed to be in a rush but I promise to give more on the next ones! Many peeps keeps on messaging me and piling up my asks so I just did what I can do at the moment ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ thank you for reading, until next time!