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ino-takumas-baggy-sweater · 1 year ago

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A Second Chance, A Father's Curse - Part 7 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

I wrote this in four hours flat when I got slapped with a writer's blessing, I'm so glad I haven't been hit with writers block recently (Though unfortunately I have about three assignments due atm so I will probably not be posting after this for a week or two)

Part 6 here

Warnings: blood

Word count: 3.8k

Nue was alone. Megumi is in trouble. “We have to stay!” “You remember what he told us, if we stay, we risk dying, we’re not staying!” Choso is firm in his words as he manhandles a shivering Eso up onto the horse. “We can’t just leave him! He wouldn’t leave us, you know he wouldn’t!” Kechizu wails, clinging on to Yuji with knuckles pale green like lavender leaves.

“His instructions were explicit, and these are now my orders, Yuji, come on,” Yuji is looking forlornly in the direction the Captain had disappeared. Choso could figure out what was going through his mind, he knew how much his younger brother likes Megumi. Despite the bodyguard/prince relationship Megumi had always seemed more at ease around the Itadori sons.

The owl Shikigami shrieked, diving down into the forest near the brothers and then resurfacing from the canopy clutching something in its claws. A man dressed in black and red drops with a shout, they can hear the crack of his spine echoing through the woods. “WE GO, NOW,” Choso orders, “STOP FUCKING AROUND,”

Yuji shakes his head vigorously, swinging Kechizu up into the saddle and then leaping onto his horse himself. He takes hold of the reins and Choso barely catches a glance of Kechizu’s fear before the two are gone northward.

“Choso!” Eso asks, confused, “What are you waiting for?!” “A sign!” He growls, mounting behind his brother and clutching the reins tightly around his brothers midsection as he squints into the trees, “Nue was protecting something, not just us,” He mutters, the horse nervously tiptoeing beneath them.

He hears the shriek once again and his gaze lifts to the sky, spotting the Shikigami flying off to the north with another body in its claws. This one isn’t moving, and Choso’s eyes zero in on its clothing. He knows that clothing. “Is that…” Eso trails off quietly, Choso can almost hear the tears in his eyes. “We’re going!” Choso huffs, leaning into his brother’s back and urging the horse to follow.

It takes only a few moments for the sounds of numerous other horses to emerge from the trees around him, Choso curses himself for his heart weakened by his brothers for just one quiet moment, “Fuck!” He grunts. Eso cries quietly, trying desperately to stay still and hidden beneath Choso’s cloak, but the wind billowing around them makes it harder than it should be.

“GOT TWO OF ‘EM!” A shout rings out in a voice that Choso is afraid to admit he might recognise- And it solidifies the fact that none of them are safe anymore. All four brothers are being mercilessly hunted, and it’s kill or be killed.

Choso ducks under the first arrow shot in their direction, the second is close behind and Choso fears for a moment that he may crush his brother in his attempts to stay small. “Ch-oso!” Eso chokes for a moment, “I can… try something!” Choso squeezes his elbows in tighter, “I can help!”

“Don’t do anything,” Choso hisses, “Just stay down!” “No! It hurts!” Eso sobs, Choso can feel his brother’s blood turning sour and he leans back in shock. Eso’s white tunic tears in two, the boy quickly losing control of his cursed energy which, as Choso is about to discover, lashes out with reckless abandon when he is terrified.

The torn fabric is quickly stained red and droplets of blood spray to either side of Choso, though the man still lifts his arm to protect his eyes from the onslaught that erupts from the mutilated face on his brother’s back. He can hear his brother sobbing beneath him as the horse pushes forward, he can sense the beasts terror despite the fact the two of them remain untouched by Eso’s Rot technique.

After a few seconds of chaos, the blood slows to a trickle and Choso resumes his position shielding his brother. The boy lifts a shaking hand and snaps his finger, mumbling the word ‘Decay’, before passing out, and a single stray arrow is launched as the chorus of screaming begins.

It finds its mark lodged in Eso’s leg, the boy not even letting out a single peep despite the shout that erupts from Choso’s mouth, his own blood technique shooting out with a complete lack of finesse and somehow managing to mutilate the archer covered in black flowers.

“A NON-NEGOTIABLE!” He screams over his shoulder, the agonised wails growing quieter with every second as he breathes heavily, gripping the reins so tight his fingers might fall off. “A non-negotiable,” He whispers.

Empty.

Alone.

“Today’s the day,” Your mother is quiet, but holds hopeful anticipation. She’s trying to remain optimistic for you, but she knows you haven’t been spending much time with Ryomen over the past week.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, we’ll be ok,” You murmur, brushing down the skirts of your dress. It’s a rich navy blue colour, matching Iqoria’s traditional colours, and it has an entirely cut out back. A symbol of trust you have chosen to display between the new ruler and her people. Your mother’s display had consisted of a set of chains that suppressed her cursed energy for the duration of her ascension.

You couldn’t stop your mind from racing, but you knew this needed to be done. This ceremony would go off without a hitch, and you would be Queen before sundown. “Ryomen is waiting for you in the carriage will take you to the town square,” Your mother murmurs, adjusting your hair slightly as you take your princess tiara off.

It will now go to the hall of ancestors, and be encased beneath the portrait taken of you at age ten, to be traded out for your new tiara once the ceremony is over and you have no more need of the bulky crown that you’ve been told weighs more than it really should.

“Just keep your head steady, you can use your cursed energy to help you,” She advises as you walk side by side, “Nobody will blame you, the thing weighs as much as a new-born baby,” She murmurs with a giggle so unlike her.

The sun gives no warmth, but has come out from behind the clouds to witness this day. You shield your eyes against it and peer up at the birds flying so freely over the city, wondering what it would be like for just a moment as you approach the carriage.

“You look perfect,” Are the first words words he says to you. You suppose for a moment it’s exactly what you needed to hear, it lifts a small weight off your shoulders as you settle into the carriage opposite him. “Have you been sleeping?”

That comment stings a bit, you shake your head, “Not… well,” You murmur, “But I’m still alive, aren’t I?” He meets your gaze, his eyes so often red with overflowing cursed energy these days that you can’t quite recall the shade of brown they used to be, “Surviving isn’t the same as living,” He takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head, “I know that better than anyone,”

You nod the little you can while still held in his grasp before he brings his other hand up, cupping your cheeks gently, “My Queen,” he murmurs, testing the title on his tongue. You find yourself enjoying the way it sounds in his deep rumble and you sigh quietly.

“Will you allow me to return to your side?” He whispers, and you become increasingly aware of the makeup they’ve used to cover up his own dark circles, “I… fear I am also only surviving, not being by your side like I should be,” Your heart gives a little twinge and your face twists as you resist the feeling of tears.

“I want you to return to my side on your own terms, Ryomen,” You croak, “I promised, and I will not give you any more orders that I do not have to. You can do as you please with your sleeping arrangements,” He gently strokes his thumbs just below your eyes, “Whether that brings you back to my side or not, is entirely your choice,”

Your voice wavers with emotions that you haven’t been able to process properly in the wake of your brother’s death and you can tell he’s feeling something similar to you. He blinks a few times and his face returns to one of indifference, nodding once determinedly, “Then we will see,” He murmurs, “Now do not cry, you are strong, and you are to be Queen,”

He is by your side through the entire ceremony, remaining a pillar of resolute steadiness that helps you to reel in your cursed energy as you feel it wavering under the gazes of the people. Their tears empower you, their cries for your brother and their cheers for you, everything seems to bring those pesky tears back.

But his arm remains linked with yours, as you walk between your people to the steps of the main town hall where your mother waits with the crown by her side. Knelt before her, she smiles proudly as she lowers it to your head.

She wasn’t lying, through the ringing in your ears and the velvet now settled on your head, you almost struggle to stand under both the physical and metaphorical weight of the crown. Her hands linger like she seeks to aid you, or even take if off your head again, but you push through and stand without any cursed energy assistance.

The crowd is completely silent. Or maybe you’re just not hearing them, because something is happening, you can feel the vibrations through your entire body. You fear for a moment that it’s started, it’s finally happening, but when you go to turn around Ryomen grabs your hands.

You look up into his eyes and he smiles crookedly, his own crown less extravagant than yours but no less important, “Everything is fine,” You read the words on his lips more than hear them, and the world suddenly rushes back in to greet you. The cheering as you turn to face them, the overwhelming support you feel.

Not only that but the shared grief of a people, your brother’s passing still raw in everyone’s minds. There are tears on your cheeks, this you realise a few moments later, but it’s okay. There are many tears in the crowd today, and there will be many more before the sun fully sets.

“Your majesty, there’s been… a development,” Gojo whispers into your ear. You clench your fist beneath the table, glad the heavy crown is now nowhere to be seen as you turn to face the sorcerer, “What is it?” “I think you’ll want to see for yourself,” He murmurs, nodding once, “I will be waiting in the dungeon beneath the sorcerer tower,”

You frown, that dungeon is reserved only for those who enter Iqoria with cursed energy beyond second grade without identification. Ryomen, having heard the exchange, grabs your clenched fist under the table, “Excuse us,” He announces to the table, “We have something urgent to attend to,”

Under any other circumstance, you would have reprimanded him for acting on your behalf, but you’re too busy frowning and wondering what it could have been that didn’t warrant even a short explanation at the dinner table.

The two of you stand and you briefly smile, “Please, do not wait for us, continue to enjoy the food,” You speak to the room before lifting your skirts slightly and walking briskly after the unfairly tall sorcerer.

Ryomen is on your heels and you can sense his agitation, “What is it?” You ask him as you walk together, exiting the castle and heading for the tower. “Something is wrong,” He murmurs, “Something is very wrong,”

“What do you mean?” You grab his arm, stopping him from walking, but he does not look at you. His gaze is locked on the tower ahead, “Someone…” he mutters, “Someone is gravely injured, another in distress,”

You take this as a sign that you must make haste, resuming your walk until you’re almost running, and you throw the door to the tower open before descending the stairs into the dungeon.

“WHERE IS HE?” The shout reaches you before you even get halfway down and Ryomen straightens, his eyes wide, “WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?” “That’s…” he trails off, before sprinting the rest of the way down with you barely able to keep up for fear of tripping.

When you finally reach the bottom everything is silent. Ryomen stands firm in the doorway, his shoulders heaving with every breath, and you can see Gojo’s fluff of white hair over your husband’s shoulder.

You push past your husband without much care, prepared for almost anything, but immediately come up short on what to say.

“You…” You whisper, your gaze darting between the two furious men and the black eyed boy, all behind bars, the boy clearly frightened out of his mind. You know these people.

“Where’s the fourth?”

“ESO!” Yuji’s scream tears Choso’s heart in two. “Do not look!” He shouts, draping his cloak further to block Yuji’s view, “Just ride on!”

Nue remains far above them, Choso swears that his eyes are drawn to the blood dripping from the Captain in the owl’s grasp but he isn’t willing to admit they might lose two people today. Eso’s wound is superficial, even though the arrow is lodged deep in his leg it will not cause lasting damage.

Choso is more concerned about the outburst of cursed energy from the boy than anything else, and with the mountain border between the Creyarean district and Iqoria fast approaching he feels his stress mounting.

He knows they won’t be welcome, they bring only bad omens and a sign of war, but they have no other choice. The climb is steady, Choso is silently resenting the rider-less stallion that walks beside him, black as night like the captain hung from the sky.

He had spooked and gone after Yuji, bolting before Choso could cut the saddle loose, but now resolutely walked onward like he can sense his master is still close. “Get over the crest, they cannot follow us past the border!” He shouts up the rock face at his brother two turns above him.

“NUE!” Yuji hollers. The arrows haven’t been consistent but they’re annoying enough that something must be done. The owl swoops down and Choso has to wrestle with Megumi’s horse to keep it walking steadily.

Once Nue has dropped Megumi onto his stomach over the saddle, it dives with a shriek, grabbing insistently at the men who follow them on horseback. Lightning flashes every few seconds and the tinge of burning flesh rises to invade Choso’s senses.

Choso ties the reins of the black stallion to his own mount, reaching over to adjust Megumi slightly, “I GOT HIM!” He shouts up to Yuji, “BUT HE WON’T STAY ON LONG UNDER HIS OWN WEIGHT,”

It’s simply too dangerous to stop and tie the captain to the saddle like they would secure a prisoner, and Choso cannot have two unconscious people on his horse along with himself, it’s too much weight.

Eso beneath him groans in pain, wordless, shifting slightly, “Do not move,” Choso hisses, his hand slipping between Eso and the horse to hold him up. The boy quivers like a leaf, “C-cold,” He mumbles, making Choso’s heart skip a terrifying beat.

He urges the horse on faster and Megumi’s horse falls in step until they’re moving probably too fast. Thankfully Nue is there to lift Megumi once again, taking him to Yuji who now waits at the crest, horse treading nervously as they wait for Choso.

“We’re not alone,” Yuji looks over his shoulder and Choso follows his gaze back, the mountain path blocked by a young man dressed in a white shirt. His eyes are a little sunken, he looks almost as tired as Choso, and the elder brother moves until he’s placed his horse between the stranger and Yuji.

“What an odd little party,” The young man murmurs, reaching over his back and unsheathing a katana, “Rika, shall we?”

“Fuck,” Choso swears as the man’s Shikigami emerges from the sky above him, her form massive and almost blotting out the view down the other side of the mountain.

She breathes heavily, the sound wavering like an out of tune violin as her horrific form bears down on them, claws long as Choso is tall. “Choso!” Yuji shouts, "We’re-"

“Rika,” The young man interrupts, pointing his katana through the gap between the brothers, “Kill,”

“Where is the fourth?” You repeat the question in the silence, looking to Gojo.

“He is with Shoko, your majesty,” A new voice rings out and you turn around, spotting Yuta stood just behind the door leant against the wall, “He’ll live, as will their companion,”

You’re not sure if you should feel relief or fear. Something drove them here, something made them leave their home.

“Why…” You take a breath, “Why have you come?” You turn back to the eldest, who you recall is Choso, heir to Khoccadia’s throne. It occurs to you that Ryomen has not spoken a single word since he entered the room.

“Our father seeks to declare war,” He growls, “We are no longer safe, he was going to turn his anger at Ryomen’s ascension to a throne out on us,” Geto steps forward, “And how is that our problem?” He asks.

“It will become your problem if he gets his way, he will not stop until this kingdom is nothing but dust and bones,” Choso replies, gripping the iron bars of his cell. “Your father is a king from a bygone era, he could not hold a candle to Iqoria’s strength, especially now,” Geto taps the hilt of his sword on the bars teasingly and you roll your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms.

The room is silent after your small sound, but then a small voice pipes up, “I-is brother Ryomen here?” It’s the youngest boy, Kechizu, his body inhuman and fragile, eyes blind to the world. Yuji reaches through the bars and takes his younger brother’s hand, choosing not to reply, but looking towards your husband pleadingly.

“Yes, I am here,” Ryomen murmurs, spurred into action and darting over to the cell. “Ryomen!” Kechizu cries, flailing for a moment before he catches a grasp on the hand Ryomen has pushed through the bars, leaning into his older brother’s touch.

You turn to Geto, “Step back, Captain, I’ll take it from here,” You order him and he dips his head, allowing you to step closer until you’re face to face with the Crown prince of Khoccadia. The man meets your gaze unwaveringly, looking like he’s ready to kill without a moment’s hesitation.

You glance at Yuta, “How did you find them?” “At the mountain border my lady,” The apprentice replies, “Being pursued by assassins. Rika took care of the hunters and I escorted them to the city, Gojo wanted to take more precautions but I took the injured to Shoko,”

You then look to Gojo for confirmation and the sorcerer nods, “That’s what he told me,” The man thinks for a second, “But their companion is of Zenin blood, from the Thekirin empire. He’s being held in Shoko’s specialist suppression room,”

“And the boy?” You ask, turning back to Yuta. “I was returning to update the Itadori princes, Eso is recovering, Shoko is not allowing him to be conscious as she fears another outburst and she requests the presence of her Majesty and Prince Choso,”

“So be it,” You nod to Gojo, “Let him out, and you two can stand outside and wait,” You say pointing between Geto and Gojo. You want to give Ryomen time alone with his two remaining younger brothers, lost as he is in their hushed whispers and gentle cries.

Gojo flicks a hand and Choso’s cell swings open, allowing the Prince partial freedom once again, “Come, we have much to discuss,” You turn and sense him following you out the doors and back up the stairs into the sorcerer tower. The silence is edged with mistrust, you can tell he doesn’t feel safe here even this far away from his father.

You suppose he’s justified in his apprehensions, Jin Itadori will descend upon Iqoria eventually. Nowhere is far enough to shelter from war of this kind.

“How has Ryomen been?” It surprises you that he is the first to break the silence as you walk, navigating your way through the halls to the infirmary of the castle.

You glance sideways at him, “I am sure you would much rather hear it from his mouth, as I am not his mouthpiece nor am I his master,” You pause for a moment, “But, from what I have seen, he has been improving,”

He nods, his hands clenching and unclenching as he surveys each and every hallway and turn you take. “You wouldn’t happen to know his technique, would you?” You chance the question, a shot in the dark as to whether he’ll answer or not, but he shakes his head.

This surprises you more, but his answer you can tell is entirely truthful, “He wasn’t ever allowed to use it within the castle itself, he only ever used cursed energy during training. Even then, I think he was too suppressed to be able to manifest his technique in the first place,”

You let out a gentle sigh, feeling an entirely new weight settle on your shoulders. The safety of these princes, your husbands brothers now a part of your family by marriage, rests on your decisions. You cannot make the wrong choice, though you can only see one true and untainted path ahead of you.

To the left, you drive them out. They surely will have led at least somebody right to your borders, their location well known by now.

To the right, you shelter them. You care for them as they recover, they live and train with your family and they fight against the inevitable threat of their father.

No matter the choice, the threat of Jin Itadori hangs over your head like a guillotine.

One that is sure to come down, whether you’re ready for it or not.

“You can’t be serious,”

“I’m deadly serious,”

“You want me to get you that body?”

A shrug.

“It might not be a powerful choice, but it more than makes up for it with the shock factor,”

“You truly are a psychopath! I love it!”

“Oh you flatter me, it was merely a spur of the moment decision,”

“I can do much more than flatter, but time will tell if your little plan works,”

“It’ll work, you’ll make sure of it, won’t you?”

A voice in the shadows.

“That I will,”

Part 8 coming soon

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afolksongs · 4 months ago

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#rebeldewayedit #rebelde way #cris morena #argentinian series #early 2000s #feli #feli mitre #feli rebelde way #lalo rebelde way #lalo x feli #lalo rw #ok rambling in spanish dont continue reading if you are only english speaker #me ha dado por ver caps de la serie y empecé viendo videos de estos dos y es que eran monísimos #sobretodo él porque ella muchas veces me parece algo annoying #en general se nota la época de la que es la serie #hay muchos comportamientos tóxicos y reds flags en muchas de las relaciones de los personajes #pero sé que es la época en la que fue hecha #que habían muchas actitudes normalizadas #me da mucha nostalgia y no hay casi nada aquí #que espero de una serie de hace como 20 años o más jajaja #pero bueno como no había nada de estos dos y es que me muero COMO SONRÍE él después de que le diga eso!!#no sé si haré más gifs para mi disfrute personal jajaja #mis favs eran vico x rocco #estaba obesionada con rocco for real #luji x marcos #lalo x feli y tampoco me desagradaban pilar x tomas #y de los protas mia x manuel #en fin me callo que nadie habrá leído esto lol #los gifs horribles btw lol #felicitas mitre

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prof-jigglypuff · 2 years ago

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Naryu Virian & Vestige having heart-to-heart about Veya in Necrom DLC (2023)

My fucking heart!

PS. Razum-dar, you little shit, when exactly did you ride that griffon into Daedric plain with me, huh?? Must've missed that part XD

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peaceeandcoolestvibes · 2 months ago

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#RORI I LOVE YOU #vamos a dar datos guays #1) obviamente tengo mis playlists de música africana pf osea obvio #2) a mis amigas les encanta mi culo y a mí tambn - cuando salimos me transformo para quien no me conoce 😂#3) la gente con la q trabajo y a la q atiendo siempre me habla de lo enamorados q están de África y de nuestro carácter #confirmamos? confirmamos #es un paraíso (no) perdido eso 😍🥴#ya se sabía #me hace gracia cuando me lo dicen y cuantas veces han ido #pues claro QUE SIII #a mi me falta caribe x recorrer (Jamaica y las islas francesas) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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jungwnies · 2 months ago

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the dad who stepped up | carlos sainz (cs55)

୨ৎ : featuring : carlos sainz x fem!reader/singlemom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up!

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 947

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a cute little story, i can only imagine the spanglish going crazy in this household <3 psa... intentionally all lowercase

carlos never thought about being a dad so soon. sure, he wanted kids someday, but he always figured it would come later, after racing, after settling down. what he didn’t expect was for you to walk into his life, a single mom with a baby boy who barely knew how to say papa yet.

he met you when your son, nico, was only eight months old. you had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring someone into your child’s life unless you were sure. but carlos? carlos was patient. he never rushed you, never forced his way in. he just showed up.

at first, it was small things; holding nico when your arms were full, rocking him to sleep when he got fussy, making faces at him across the dinner table just to see him giggle. then, before either of you knew it, nico wasn’t just some baby carlos happened to know. he was his boy.

now, four years later, carlos can’t imagine life any other way.

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"okay, buddy, one more time, but this time big swings," carlos calls from the backyard, watching as nico grips his tiny golf club, determination all over his little face.

you stand nearby, sipping on a lemonade, watching your two favorite people as the warm breeze rustles through the trees.

nico, tongue sticking out in concentration, takes a swing, too hard, and the plastic ball rolls about a foot away.

"that was amazing!" carlos exclaims, throwing his hands up as if nico just hit a hole-in-one at augusta.

"it barely moved!" nico whines, stomping his foot.

carlos kneels beside him, adjusting his grip. "the trick isn’t power, campeón (champion), it’s control. even papá sainz had to learn that."

you smile, shaking your head as you watch them. “carlos, if you turn him into a golf snob before he even learns how to ride a bike, we’re gonna have a problem.”

carlos grins over his shoulder at you. “you say that now, but when he’s winning the masters, you’ll be thanking me.”

nico nods along, even though he has absolutely no idea what the masters is. “sí, mami! (yes, mommy!)”

your heart melts every time nico switches between english and spanish so naturally, something carlos had made sure to teach him from the moment he could talk.

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later that evening, after dinner, you’re curled up on the couch together, nico snuggled in between you and carlos with his favorite book in hand.

“papá, can you read the book en español? (papa, can you read the book in spanish?)” nico asks, eyes wide with excitement.

carlos raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “sí, pero solo un poquito, eh? (yes, but just a little, okay?) i don’t want you getting confused.”

you smile, resting your head against carlos’s shoulder as he begins reading, seamlessly switching between english and spanish.

"the little dog ran through the…el bosque (the forest)…looking for his friend… pero no lo encontró (but he didn’t find him). so he kept running and running…hasta que… (until…)"

nico listens intently, repeating some of the words in his tiny voice.

“bosque!” he says proudly.

carlos grins, tapping his nose gently. “eso! muy bien, campeón. (that’s it! very good, champion.)”

you watch as carlos pauses and turns to nico. “and what’s a bosque?”

nico scrunches his little face, thinking hard before answering, “umm… a forest?”

carlos nods approvingly. “exacto! (exactly!)”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i swear, this kid is gonna be fluent before i am.”

carlos smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “well, mamá, looks like you need some spanish lessons too.”

you playfully elbow him, making him chuckle.

just as you think nico is starting to doze off, his tiny voice pipes up.

“papá, i’m sleepy… pero i want uno más cuento. (papa, i’m sleepy… but i want one more story.)”

carlos lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exhaustion. “one more? vale, uno más. (okay, one more.)”

he flips the page, his voice soft as he continues reading. you feel nico’s breathing slow, his tiny body relaxing between the two of you.

you glance up at carlos, who is watching nico with that same gentle, loving look he always has. he catches you staring and gives you a small smile, his fingers reaching out to brush over your hand.

“you know,” you whisper, “you never had to do any of this.”

carlos furrows his brows. “what do you mean?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. “i mean… you didn’t have to be his dad. you could’ve just dated me and kept your distance. but instead, you’re his person. and i just… i don’t know. i hope you know how much i love you for that.”

carlos studies you for a moment before shaking his head, as if the thought of not stepping up for nico is ridiculous. he lifts your intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“i didn’t have to, amor,” he murmurs. “i wanted to. i chose this. i chose you. i chose him. and i’d do it again a thousand times over.”

tears prick your eyes, but before you can say anything, carlos leans down and places a gentle kiss on nico’s forehead.

“buenas noches, mi pequeño campeón. (good night, my little champion.)”

nico barely stirs, already deep in sleep.

carlos turns back to you, smiling softly. “now come on, mamá, let’s go watch bad reality tv and pretend we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow.”

you laugh, shaking your head as you follow him to the couch, where his arm instinctively wraps around you.

carlos sainz wasn’t the father by blood.

but he was the father who stepped up.

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voidhope · 2 years ago

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The Other Woman

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Synopsis: Where Miguel leaves Y/N to go back to a different version of his old wife found in another universe.

Pair: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!Reader

Tags: ANGST!!, long term established relationship, heartbreak, marriage, cheating, mental health, cold/distant Miguel

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A/N: Hi! I don’t really write at all!!

I have been a silent reader on tumblr for years but this idea has been playing in my mind so much I had the urge to write it. I have been down so bad for Miguel been on his tag like 24/7 indulging in all the content creators have been putting out. So I’m excited to join in giving content, however keep in mind I kinda suck! Apologies for any mistakes, anything confusing, or it not being well written enough. Honestly could have made this into multiple parts with better details but nah. Tried my best ^^ since it’s my first time, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Honestly tbh we all don’t have a solid grasp how the whole canon thing and multi universe works yet so!! A lot of what is written is made up to suit my storyline so please don’t get mad about the inaccuracies.

I love a good angst and today’s story will be EXTRAAA angsty!!! As well kinda long!!

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The moment that changed your life was while working on an experiment during your college finals. You were a proud and gifted physics major that was so passionate about discovering and exploring what the world didn’t know.

You had snuck into Alchemax late at night. You wanted to show your professors just how much you could do with the right tools. Next thing you know, playing with their machines, you had spawned a spider right in-front of you. The glowing vibrant red spider had sunk its jaw into your hand.

Your life did a complete turn and you spent the rest of that week freaking out while changes to your body were happening. Causing you to fail your semester after missing exams. Things felt like it could only get worse when a massive blue suited masked man showed up out of nowhere in your dorm interrogating you.

“Where’s the spider?” He had a strong grip on your shoulders. You couldn’t focus while trying to process why this man had what seemed like claws sticking out of the ends of his fingers.

“I don’t know, it like died after it bit me!” You exclaimed nervously at the freakishly strong man. Trying to reach for anything behind you to use as a defense weapon.

“Dios mío no me digas eso…” He groaned loudly letting you go. Having the opportunity to grab something, you threw a sanrio plushie at him. Only causing him to wave his arms in annoyance. “That spider is from my earth and somehow you brought it here. Now you’re a spider-man.”

And the rest is history…

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You learned that the man was Miguel O’Hara and when he found you he was just starting his missions with the multiverse. You being the few of the firsts to join his team.

Your situation was quite bizarre and he called you an anomaly for a long time, spending hours studying you and also training you. You ended up being the one case that can’t be explained no matter how much effort was put into monitoring you.

Almost like it was meant to be. Your universe remained perfect with its current spider-man doing fine. No big collapse of a black hole or anything. When you got bit by a spider from Earth-928 your DNA merged with that universe making you fit in perfectly. You were one of the only spider-people with an uncertain timeline with new canons being created depending on what universe you were in.

What changed from you being just a piece of research for Miguel is when he then realized that maybe you were a gift from the multiverse. After all the grief and pain he’d went through the universe had given him this person that worked out perfectly no matter how hard he tried to push them away. You fell head over heels for him and vice versa, all while canon events were being created with both of you together.

You were there as his team grew, slowly turning into a family. Then both of you getting married finalizing that this was your home. Everything felt perfect. Although a relationship with Miguel could have its up and down days, nothing could ever tear you both apart. Or so you assumed.

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Miguel couldn’t look at you.

“When did this start? Please be honest with me. Did I do something wrong?” You begged at him. You knew he was acting off recently but never did you think it would result to this.

You watched as he exhaled deeply staring at the ground. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you studied his face trying to grasp onto any emotion he was showing. The atmosphere in his office felt so cold. You so badly wanted to catch his gaze and find the warmth and love his red irises used to give you. He was doing everything to push you away. He was abandoning you.

“You did nothing wrong. I met her during a mission 4 months ago.” Was all he replied.

“Who is she?” Your heart kept breaking. His face hardening as the question slipped through your lips. You knew Miguel wouldn’t leave you for just anyone. Deep in your heart you knew what this was about. He never responded but he didn’t need to when you saw his eyes flicker over to his monitor screens. You followed his trace and saw the photo of Gabriella in the corner.

“Does she have another version of your daughter?” You tried again. This is what made him look directly at you. Miguel kept opening and closing his month unsure how to tell you the truth. You weren’t stupid and he knew that. After everything he couldn’t just walk out on you with a lie.

“No.” He paused thinking of how to finally share the truth without it ruining you. There was no way out of this. “She is a younger version of herself. There is no Miguel in her universe and she’s not important to the timeline. She lives a regular life. I-it’s a chance for me to start at the very beginning.”

You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest. You processed the words carefully. She doesn’t have a child yet… Not only was he leaving you for her but he was going to fall in love with her all over again and start a family with her. A family you wanted so badly to have with him.

“What about with what happened last time you tried to live a life in a different universe?” You didn’t understand how this was happening.

He was always so carful he would never do anything to cause that again. Everything you had witness Miguel work so hard for to keep safe for years. Sleepless nights, returning bruised and beaten, frustrations and constant stress. Was it all for nothing? Is he throwing all his work away?

“This is different.” He turned away from you. “I pushed myself then into an already established life. This time I am creating that life. After all the research we did on you…” He knew that this was going to tear you apart. “I learned that if done right I could have a child from two different universes that won’t disrupt anything.”

It clicked to you then that all the research he was doing on you lately was for this. The research he did on you that time was different, personal, intimate even. As he was testing your DNAs together and seeing the outcomes. He mentioned a child and you were foolish enough to assume he was doing research to see what it would be like if you both had one together. You were giddy even as you watched him work. You had both spoken about having a family together in the past but had been too busy with spider activities. You thought it was a sign of him getting more serious about it, knowing how badly he wanted one. You would have never thought he was doing it to see how he could get back his previous child. The one you could never give him.

You had truly believe that Miguel had recovered from his obsession that his grief gave him. He accidentally destroyed a whole universe needing that life back so badly. You had spent late nights watching him re-watch clips over and over of what he had lost. It slowly stopped once your relationship blossomed with him and you thought he was ready to move on and start new. Why would you have never thought that with such a perfect opportunity presented to him that he wouldn’t drop everything for it.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” He spoke with a soft tone. As if not looking at you any longer will make the problem go away. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how he was just throwing you away like this. As if he wasn’t making you dinner, giving soft kisses, whispering I-love-you’s not so long ago.

You felt too choked up to ask anymore questions. Your throat tight and painful as you held back tears from escaping in-front of Miguel. You just nodded and headed straight out the door not being able to handle another second in that room. Your knees and hands were shaky as you speed walked into the nearest bathroom and let it all out.

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It didn’t take long for everyone else to know something had happened. Everyone had gotten used to seeing you and him sitting together at lunch. You would make him cute lunch boxes and everyone would gag a bit while watching the two of you smile together. Some cringing seeing their scary boss being so soft around you. It was a big surprise when Miguel started to eat alone with a bag of take out food and you no where to be seen.

His teams he sent out for missions were all confused when you weren’t assigned to anything. Knowing you were one of the best, one of them slipped out a “Call for Y/N!” In the middle of fighting an anomaly too strong for them. Miguel only looked away.

It wasn’t until a new woman showed up in Miguel’s office with a grip around his waist. That’s when the spider-community realized that this was way worse than they thought.

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You on the other hand had spilled everything to Hobie when he caught you that day leaving the bathroom with puffy eyes. You had been staying with him in his universe until you could gather yourself together to return to HQ. You knew you were going to leave for good, but you needed to go back to retrieve all your things. You couldn’t stay with Hobie forever. Worse that you weren’t from there.

You still had some hope that Miguel would come looking for you and tell you that he was all wrong. However almost two months had passed and not a word from him… That’s when you knew it was time you should return to what you once knew.

Stepping into the portal Hobie followed close behind you. He told the few others who were once close to both you and Miguel that you would be visiting. Stepping through the portal you were immediately greeted by Jessica and Peter B Parker.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jess sighed your name sadly while pulling you into a hug. You felt like you wanted to cry all over again. Missing your friends so much. Peter B came behind giving you a hug on the side.

“He’s on a mission right now.” Peter spoke up. “It might be a long one too but don’t waste anytime just incase.”

You nodded pulling away from them. Looking up around the headquarters building faintly smiling at the past memories you had here. You started heading to different areas gathering all the little things you had left around. Hobie had stitched for you a cute backpack with different scraps of patterned clothes and covered in patches of punk band logos but made with hammer space technology. Making it fun for you to fill endless of your things in the bag.

The last stop was in Miguel’s office. Doubt started to fill your mind; maybe he already threw out all of your stuff. Why would he even keep it after all of this? What no one could warn you of was the other person sitting on his platform.

“Hello!” She chirped at you. It felt like the air in your lungs had just been punched out. You knew her too well. From all the photos and videos you had seen peaking over Miguel’s shoulder. However seeing her in person was something you had never expected. You knew it wasn’t the original her but it was a copy paste image for sure.

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out. She was beautiful, stunning. You could see clearly now the similar features she shared in another universe with her daughter. The parts that Miguel didn’t have. She kept smiling kindly at you, almost in a graceful way. You started to feel all your insecurities start eating you up from the inside. How could you have ever compared to her.

“What’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Getting off Miguel’s platform she walked closer to you. The room started to feel suffocating.

“Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you! It’s nice to meet other girls around here.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you realized she had no reaction to your name. So Miguel never told her about you… Or that the fact was he was still even legally married to you.

“My boyfriend isn’t here right now but, if you want, I can tell him you stopped by.” She continued as you stayed silent.

“Oh, no it’s okay. I just came in here to get some stuff.” You rushed as you really wanted nothing to do with Miguel at all. You almost worried that he might even get angry knowing you got to speak with her. If he already dislikes you this much you couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if you got in the way of this for him.

You started heading over to the familiar drawers around the room. Grabbing your old hoodies and shirts finding your most comfortable of things here. You treated this place as one of your safe spaces as you used to spend so much time here.

“Oh I didn’t know these were all yours! I was wondering why this was all around. When I came here I wanted to do some spring cleaning but Miguel wouldn’t let me touch anything.” She followed besides you. “It’s so mind blowing seeing all this technology. We don’t have any of this where I live-“ She continue rambling but you started to zone her out. You felt like you were about to have a panic attack any minute. There was one question that kept burning in your mind.

“Are you and Miguel already planning to have a child?” You blurted out. Your eyes widened a bit as you surprised yourself. She let out a loud laugh.

“Oh dear no! We have only been together about 6 months. You must be new around here so you must not know much about us.” She chuckled.

In some cruel way you were hoping she would have said yes. You had that twisted hope of maybe Miguel just keeping her to have a kid and ditching her after he gets Gabriella and run back to you. In reality he was playing the long game, he really meant it when we said he was starting over. “He’s never mentioned kids anyways. I’m not even sure if he’d like them or do well with them.”

With that statement she made you looked at her appalled. Anyone could see in Miguel how good of a father he could be. Just in the way he takes care of the society he built here. You started to realize that she really has been left in the dark. She doesn’t know anything. She probably doesn’t even know that she’s a replacement of another self. You wondered why Miguel was doing this. It felt like he didn’t just toy with you but with her as well. A man you came to love for how selfless he was, to realize now everything was for his own personal gain. Suddenly you started to feel bad for her. You couldn’t dislike her, she wasn’t doing anything wrong and she doesn’t even know.

“I got all my stuff. Nice to meet you.” Was all you could say as you zipped up your bag and turned straight around out of there. Not giving any glance back at her, you left to one of the empty training rooms to recollect your overwhelming thoughts. All of the self healing you tried the past month thrown in the garbage.

It wouldn’t be too soon that news of you going around the building was returned to Lyla. You had cut out all coms while you were gone so she immediately popped up on your watch when she found out.

“AH-“ You jumped as the tiny AI was suddenly in front of your face.

“It’s so wonderful to see you Y/N. Oh my god!”She started. Then she went on rambling about how she knew everything and had seen everything. How she didn’t agree with what was happening and was doing everything she could to convince you to stay. After 5 minutes of her rambling you stopped her to let your emotions out.

“Lyla, Lyla It’s okay. Just stop. It’s all complicated I know, but this didn’t work out. I wished Miguel just cheated on me like all the other fucked up normal men out there. That I walked in on him deep in another random girl. Though painful I could have tried fixing and fighting for us. But instead what I got was him emotionally cheating on me and chase after something he knows I can never give him.” You felt yourself choke up. “I can never ask him to give up what he longs and dreams for just for me to be happy. I lost this battle the moment he laid eyes on her.”

Finding comfort in the AI your husband made. You’ve created a bond with Lyla that Miguel found cute but you knew now this might be the last time you’ll be speaking with her.

“You can give him a family y/n… you guys have been married two years now. I know you’ve both set the thought aside until the multiverse issues are better but you can fight for him. You have to snap him out of his fantasy. He still thinks about you.”

“Lyla you know deep down truly he never just wanted a family. He wanted exactly what he had. What he lost. Which should be impossible but being by his side seeing how insane the multiverse is… Good for him for believing in something so hard he’s found himself even a third chance to do it.”

“I hate that you’re being too kind about this situation.” Lyla paced around you.

“I love him so deeply Lyla. You know that very well. It’s so hard to suddenly hate him. I am angry, but I’m also emotionally drained I can’t do this.” You let out a deep sigh. “I’ve watched him long for this family when we just met. For some stupid reason when things worked out for us I thought I would be enough… When we got engaged and he would spend some days at home with me not even coming to HQ. I thought he was finally moving on not just from his grief and past but from the weight of his work. I saw a bright future for us.”

“You can still have a bright future with him! You moving here gave him a new canon event, another chance at life in his timeline. Here in his own universe! He’s just too obsessed and he’s lost himself in that.” She exclaimed with her hands up.

“Our canon event was our wedding.” Your frowned deepened. “But the universe didn’t say anything else after. It doesn’t say our canon event means we are suppose to live happily together forever I guess.”

“I’m just trying my best to be optimistic. I rooted so hard for you and Miguel when you joined the team. I know you can remember the amount of times I would force you both in rooms.” Lyla recalled.

“And I’m grateful for it… Even if this didn’t work out. I was given precious memories, not just working with you and being on this team but falling in love with Miguel. I know I’m being all depressed and hopeless but I feel like even if I move on I’ll never be able to replace him and find a relationship like this again. However he threw me away so easily and maybe he never valued me as much as I did to him.” You felt your emotions bubble. “I became who I am here. I’m going to miss everyone so much.”

“You can still stay here and work with us.” She edged on.

“I can’t just sit around here begging at his feet to return to me or moping around doing missions while watching him with someone else. I want to hate him so badly. I know he’s your boss and you’re basically hardwired to do everything for him and you’re trying your hardest to fix what you think is his right path. But think of me a little more and how miserable it’ll be. I’m the only one hurting here.”

Lyla paused and stared at you with an almost glossy-eyed look. While she worked she could see the inner term-oil Miguel was hiding and the emptiness he was turning to since trying to start new in the other universe. It just wasn’t her place to hold this conversation and he was the one who needed to get a grip of himself and really think and talk with you. She can’t be the one trying to mend the pieces for both of you together. What Miguel did was so wrong. She knew you were right and she didn’t want to see any more damage be caused to you.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She looked up at you sincerely. “I hate this outcome for you. Not only are you loosing your husband but your home. When was the last time you’ve even been in your universe?”

“Like a year ago for a mission…”

“Exactly! Even if things are over with Miguel, you have all of us here! I wish you could stay. I understand you leaving, I really do. I know a lot of us will try visiting you but I’m tied to Miguel…” You started to see how it clicked for her too that it’s most likely you might not see each other for a long time. “Even if a spider-person is visiting you I can’t just show up on their watch… It’ll go back to him and I know you wouldn’t want that. I know I’m an AI and I can’t hold real emotions but I mean it when I say I’m going to miss you.”

Tears poured down your cheeks as her words hit you. Going back to your universe is going to be a struggle. You have nothing there now. However nothing can compare to the pain of the outcome you’ve had with Miguel, and you needed out of here ASAP. Your mental health getting worse the longer you stay. Even the other spiders you have come to love can’t bring that spark back right now. You needed genuine time for yourself, even if it’s self destructive, instead of putting on a fake smile everyday here.

“Bye, Lyla.” You whispered. She nodded and waved her hand goodbye at you before disappearing. You took your watch off your wrist placing it on a nearby desk. With it you pulled the divorce paperwork out of your pocket neatly sealed and already signed on your half. Opening a portal you took your last glances at the place you spent so many loving memories in.

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped through the portal. Once your legs landed on a rooftop of a building in your dimension, you racked out full sobs falling to your knees.

You were always just the other woman.

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Thank you so much for reading!! I know it was a longer one ~

would anyone like a part 2? If so anyone want a angsty or happy ending? I think it’ll be more in Miguel’s perspective as well!

EDIT: You can now read PART 2 here

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everything is lost

aitana bonmati x f!chelsea!spanish!reader

after leaving barcelona, aitana wondered if you were leaving her

warnings: angst, google translated spanish, 4.2k word count

requested? yes

the first leg in barcelona was a war that felt as if you were encircled on all sides.

you had walked into the tunnel with your head high, ignoring the way your stomach twisted at the thought of playing against aitana, your aitana, the aitana you’ve been dating for three years.

you knew this was coming, but still, it felt foreign, unnatural.

you had been teammates before, had worn the same red for spain, had shared hotel rooms during international duty.

however, you felt different now.

aitana was on the other side.

you transferred from barcelona to chelsea last season, something that caused tension between aitana and you.

the arguments from that eventually subsided, but this match might unscrew that lid again.

she did not look at you during warmups. did not acknowledge you when you passed her in the tunnel. she spoke to lucy, to keira, to patri, but not to you.

you thought it was fine, of course she would talk to her own club teammates.

suddenly, you see her talking to lauren, erin, and millie.

your teammates.

maybe you shouldn’t have let it her ignoring you get to you, but it did.

so when the match began, you played with a feeling you hadn’t felt in months. every duel with aitana felt personal, sometimes you side tackled making sure that you did not injure her– but you wanted her to feel that you weren’t going to take her easy because she is your girlfriend.

when you shoved her off the ball in the 38th minute and sent a long pass to erin, the crowd erupted.

erin scored.

chelsea was up 1-0.

when the whistle blew for full-time, you exhaled, exhausted but victorious. one foot in the final.

then you saw her.

aitana was standing there, her hands on her hips, her jaw tight. when you walked past her, she finally spoke.

"te sentiste bien con eso?" she asked, her voice sharper than usual.

("did you feel okay about that?")

you turned to her, frowning.

"¿qué?"

(what?)

"celebraste como si hubieras ganado el torneo," she said, shaking her head.

"ni siquiera has llegado a la final."

("you celebrated as if you had won the tournament,"

"you didn't even make it to the finals.")

"¿en serio?" you scoffed.

"pensé que sabías lo que es perder, aitana."

("really?")

("i thought you knew what it was like to lose, aitana.")

the words hit harder than you meant them to.

the catalan’s eyes darkened, her lips parting like she couldn’t believe you had said that.

you felt something crack between you.

she walked away without another word.

again… since you left barcelona for chelsea, things between you and aitana had been slowly unraveling.

at first, it was subtle, things you would not have noticed at first.

fewer texts during the day, delayed responses at night. the good morning messages became inconsistent, and the calls that once stretched for hours dwindled into brief, necessary check-ins.

she stopped sending you videos of her morning coffee, and you stopped sending her updates about your day.

maybe neither of you had meant for it to happen, but the distance was already creeping in before you had even realized.

long distance was not easy for people who did not seem to try.

then came the international breaks.

you saw aitana, of course, but it wasn’t the same.

at barcelona, she had been your constant, the person you warmed up with, the one you sat beside at team meals, the one who instinctively reached for your hand under the table.

now, during spain camps, there was an invisible line drawn between you. you stayed with alexia, jenni, and misa, falling into your old friendships with ease. aitana stuck close to laia, sharing private conversations you were no longer a part of.

you noticed how she laughed easily with laia, how their heads tilted close when they whispered to each other. she looked comfortable. at ease.

not with you.

with you, there was hesitation, careful distance, like she wasn’t sure how to act around you anymore. maybe you didn’t know how to act around her either. maybe the space between you had stretched too wide, and neither of you had the courage to bridge it.

the worst part was, no one really questioned it.

it wasn’t uncommon for teammates to gravitate toward different groups, to spend time with the people they were closest with. for you and aitana? that wasn’t how it used to be. people noticed.

alexia did. jenni, too. misa had even asked once, "are you and aitana okay?"

you had shrugged.

"yeah, why wouldn’t we be?"

that was a lie.

every time you sat across from her at dinner and she didn’t meet your eyes, every time you cracked a joke that she didn’t laugh at, every time you passed by each other in the hotel hallways and all you got was a nod—

you knew you weren’t okay.

and the worst part?

you didn’t know if you ever would be again.

the catalan observed you on the pitch during the game, and it was much different than seeing you on screen.

aitana hated seeing you in that blue.

not the deep, royal blue of barcelona..the blue of london, of chelsea, of a club that was never hers and never would be. she hated how it clashed against her memories of you, how unnatural it looked after years of watching you wear the same colors as her, after years of sharing the same badge.

she never said it aloud, never admitted how much it burned, but every time she saw you fidget with that chelsea jersey in your soft hands, something inside her twisted.

you had chosen this. voluntarily. no one forced you out of barcelona. no one pushed you to leave. you just said that you were unhappy and dipped. you had made that decision yourself, and maybe that was what hurt the most.

the breakdown of your relationship was affecting everyone…whether you wanted to admit it or not.

especially the spanish girls.

for years, you and aitana had been the bright, untouchable IT couple. the golden pair of spanish football, of barcelona, of la roja. everyone had seen the way you looked at each other, the way you moved in sync on the pitch, the way aitana’s fingers had always found yours in quiet moments, like it was second nature.

now?

now, it was different.

now, you played in different leagues, wore different colors, fought for different goals. now, instead of love, there was rivalry…an obsession with being better, with proving something, even if neither of you could fully name what that something was.

the worst part was, you still loved each other.

you knew it. she knew it.

however, football had consumed you both.

aitana had become the best footballer in the world, crowned the ballon d’or winner in 2023 and 2024. you weren’t far behind, breaking into the top five both of those times, proving yourself among the best.

you should have been celebrating each other, should have been proud, should have been side by side through it all.

instead, you were enemies.

or at least, that was what it felt like.

and neither of you knew how to stop it.

in the second leg of the semifinals.. london was supposed to feel like home.

as you stood on the pitch, staring ahead at your old team, nostalgia wrapped around you like a phantom touch.

barcelona was celebrating. aitana was celebrating.

the catalan team won, 2-1 overall.

you could still hear the echoes of their cheers as you walked toward lauren, wrapping your arms around your exhausted teammate. she let out a breath against your shoulder, hands gripping your back tightly, and for a second, you allowed yourself to sink into the embrace, closing your eyes.

something clicked inside you.

what went wrong?

why were tana and i like this?

you had left barcelona willingly. you had no regrets about coming to chelsea, about finding something new instead of repetitive.

that didn’t mean you didn’t miss her.

suddenly, you wondered…were you two just dragging along an inevitable end to your relationship? or had you just let too much time slip away, avoiding the hard conversations that long distance demanded?

football was not supposed to be your whole life.

somehow, it had become exactly that.

you yearned for aitana. the ache was dull but ever present, sitting in your chest, right next to the love you still had for her.

she didn’t yearn for you.

at least, that was what you told yourself when you looked up and saw her laughing, arms wrapped around fridolina, her head thrown back in joy.

she wasn’t thinking about you.

she was happy.

without you.

you swallowed hard, turning away, willing yourself to push down the lump rising in your throat. you didn’t want to break, not here, not now.

what you didn’t see was the way aitana’s expression shifted the moment you turned your back.. her smile faltered, then disappeared altogether. aitana’s eyes followed you, watching as you lowered your head, as you tried to disappear into the shadows of your own thoughts.

she wanted to go to you.

wanted to comfort you.

but she didn’t.

because she thought you would push her away.

and maybe she would never know that you wouldn’t have.

bilbao, your home, felt warm. not because of the sun, not because of the excitement buzzing in the air for the champions league final. of course it had to be in your hometown, where chelsea could not play.

anyways,

despite everything, you were still here, sitting in the stands, supporting aitana, supporting your old club.

you weren’t alone.

"you look like you’re about to throw up," jill teased beside you, nudging your arm.

you rolled your eyes, arms crossed as you kept your gaze fixed on the pitch.

"i’m fine."

you were not, something inside of you wondered if you should even be here.

"mhm," she hummed, unconvinced.

"because ‘fine’ definitely means sitting stiff as a statue in the stands, staring at your girlfriend like you’re in a tragic romance film."

you turned to glare at her, but jill just grinned.

jill is supporting her girlfriend, jana, who plays for barcelona. you love jana like she was your little sister, so of course your bond with the dutch woman grew over the last year playing in the WSL together.

"you can be honest, you know," she continued, leaning back in her seat.

"long distance is hell. every woman who is dating another in this sport has been through it. doesn’t matter how strong you think you are…it tests you."

your jaw clenched.

"it’s not just that."

"no?" jill’s voice was softer now.

"it’s like... football became everything," you admitted, keeping your voice low.

"for both of us. and now, i don’t even know if she sees me the same way anymore. or if she’s just... moved on from us."

jill didn’t answer right away. instead, she turned her attention back to the pitch.

"she hasn’t moved on," she finally said.

"if she had, i do not think that you would be here."

you exhaled through your nose, unsure how to respond to that.

then—

aitana broke the deadlock.

your heart jumped as the ball hit the back of the net, as the stadium erupted around you.

she did it.

for a split second, you forgot about everything else.

you stood up, clapping, cheering, your eyes locked on her. you could feel the love radiating from you, unfiltered and real, your chest swelling with pride.

she celebrated with all of her teammates on the pitch.

after…she looked for you.

you noticed immediately. the way she scanned the crowd after the celebrations, searching, searching…until her eyes found yours.

love.

it was there. in her gaze.

and then you did it, instinctively, without thinking.

your hands formed a heart.

aitana’s expression softened, her lips parting slightly before she quickly did the same, her fingers curling into a small heart for you.

your chest ached.

"see?" jill’s voice cut in beside you.

"she still sees you, and loves you."

you sat down slowly, heart hammering, a light ease washing over you for the first time in months.

this wasn’t a resolution.

this was a moment.

a reminder of what was still there.

whether or not you and aitana could find your way back to each other…that was still unknown.

after the final whistle, its 2-0. barcelona had done it again. champions of europe. while part of you was proud, happy for your old club, for your friends, for her, another part of you felt misplaced, like you were intruding.

the celebrations had already begun to die down when you finally made your way onto the pitch.

you followed jill like a lost puppy, your steps hesitant as your boots pressed into the familiar grass. you shouldn’t feel like a stranger here, but you did.

jill had no such hesitations. she spotted jana immediately and sprinted toward her, engulfing her in a hug, leaving you to stand awkwardly near the edge of the celebrations.

you shouldn’t be here.

the thought wormed its way into your mind, and for a second, you considered slipping away before anyone could notice you.

then—

“¡ahí estás!”

(“there you are!”)

before you could react, a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

patri.

you exhaled, hugging her back as a soft laugh escaped your lips.

"you knew i’d come," you muttered into her shoulder.

"of course," she grinned, pulling back slightly, hands still gripping your arms.

"and i’m glad you did. pero, qué pena," she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "i still wish you were on the team."

you giggled, nudging her playfully.

"i’m still very happy for you guys, regardless."

"i know," patri said, squeezing your arm once more before glancing over your shoulder.

"and i think there’s someone else who’s happy you’re here too."

you followed her gaze, your breath hitching slightly when you saw aitana standing a few feet away.

she looked frozen in place.

she had clearly noticed you, had been watching, but she didn’t seem to know what to do.

luckily, you did.

without hesitating, you walked toward her, your arms spreading out slightly, offering her the space to meet you halfway.

and she did.

aitana;s arms wrapped around you, your own arms tightening around her waist. the moment you sank into her, you felt yourself relax in a way you hadn’t in months. the hug lasted far longer than it probably should have…neither of you willing to let go.

you swayed side to side slightly, pressing your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her scent and shampoo.

you needed this.

you needed her.

she needed you.

she needed this.

rivalry aside, distance aside, confusion aside…this was still the love of your life.

"i’m happy you’re here," aitana finally murmured, voice quieter than usual.

you smiled, pulling back just enough to look at her.

"i’m happy that you won."

aitana’s lips parted slightly.

"really?"

you laughed, shaking your head.

"of course. i don’t hate you guys, you know."

aitana let out a small breath, nodding.

"lo sé, lo sé, no te preocupes."

(“i know, i know, don't worry.")

something inside you wondered…did she know?

you stood there for another few moments, wrapped in each other’s warmth, before ingrid called her name, snapping her back to reality.

"i’ll see you later?" aitana asked, eyes searching yours.

you hesitated, but nodded.

"yeah."

later never came.

the moment had felt good…right, even…but after the final, things between you and aitana slipped right back into the same cycle.

the texts remained sporadic, the calls non-existent. when you did text, conversations were short, often left unfinished.

you told yourself it was just the aftermath of the season, the exhaustion, the obligations, but deep down, you knew better.

it was affecting you.

mentally, emotionally…you felt off. distracted during any outings in london, restless at night, constantly unlocking your phone only to lock it again, hoping for a message that never came.

and aitana?

she wasn’t doing much better.

she threw herself into her training, into everything but you. she told herself that it was just easier this way, that if you wanted to talk, you would reach out first.

but she missed you.

she missed you in the quiet moments, in the in-betweens, when she grabbed her phone only to realize she had no reason to text you anymore. she missed you when she made her morning coffee and didn’t have anyone to send a picture to. she missed you when she caught herself scrolling through old photos, reading old texts, looking for something that felt like you.

the you before you left barcelona.

and the spanish girls noticed.

they weren’t blind. they weren’t stupid.

they had watched you and aitana go from inseparable to distant. from untouchable to strained.

and now, with the olympics just a few weeks away, they knew they had to do something.

"okay, this is ridiculous," alexia sighed, crossing her arms as she sat in the living room of her home with jenni, misa, and salma.

"we can’t go into the olympics like this."

"they’re exhausting," misa groaned, tossing her head back against the couch.

"they’re both miserable, and they’re making the rest of us miserable too."

salma, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up.

"so what do we do?"

alexia exchanged a glance with jenni.

"we fix it," jenni smirked.

misa frowned.

"and how exactly do we do that?"

alexia leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

"simple. we trap them."

salma raised an eyebrow.

"trap them?"

"yes," alexia nodded.

"they clearly aren’t going to talk on their own. so we make them."

"we force them into a situation where they have to talk," jenni added, her smirk widening.

"where they can’t just avoid each other like they’ve been doing for months. they’re acting like children."

misa’s lips curled into a slow grin.

"i love this."

"what’s the plan?" salma asked.

alexia exhaled.

"we need them to be alone. somewhere they can’t just walk away."

"like a room?" misa suggested.

alexia shook her head.

"too easy to leave."

"an empty locker room?"

"no, that’s too obvious."

jenni’s eyes suddenly lit up.

"what if we send them on an ‘errand’? make them think they have to pick something up for the team..except, surprise, they’re actually just stuck together."

misa laughed.

"oh, that’s evil. i love it."

"perfect," alexia smirked.

"we’ll figure out the details later. but for now, all we have to do is make sure neither of them suspect a thing."

"so we act normal?" salma asked.

"exactly," alexia nodded.

"and then, when the time comes…"

"we force them to talk," misa finished, her grin mischievous.

the plan was set.

and whether you and aitana liked it or not, the reckoning was coming.

four days later… it was misa who got to you first on the first day of national camp.

“we need a favor,” she said, linking her arm with yours as you walked out of the locker room.

“lexi and i were supposed to go pick up some stuff for the team, but we’re too tired. can you and aitana do it?”

you blinked at her.

“me and aitana?”

misa smiled innocently, which meant she was up to something.

“yes, you and aitana. come on, you owe me for all the times i’ve covered for you when you sneak snacks into camp on your period.. even after that son of a bitch said we could not have any.”

son of a bitch = the old coach.

“first of all, i did not sneak snacks,” you said, narrowing your eyes.

misa ignored you.

“it’ll only take, like, thirty minutes. max.”

you hesitated, glancing toward the other side of the room where aitana stood, tying the laces of her trainers.

“does she even want to go with me?” you muttered.

misa grinned, pushing you forward.

“she just doesn’t know it yet.”

ten minutes later..

“okay,” you said, stopping in the middle of the empty hallway.

“this is a trap.”

aitana turned to look at you, arms crossed.

“what?”

“this,” you gestured around, at the hallway, at the fact that the ‘errand’ misa had sent you on led to a completely locked storage room.

“this is a setup.”

aitana frowned, glancing at the door and then back at you.

“they wouldn’t…”

you both stared at each other.

they absolutely would.

aitana exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair.

“unbelievable.”

“you think they’ll let us out if we start screaming?” you joked, leaning back against the wall.

aitana sighed, shaking her head.

“they won’t let us out until we talk.”

you swallowed.

“do you want to?”

silence.

aitana’s gaze fell to the floor, her arms still crossed over her chest like she was trying to hold something in.

“do you?” you asked again, softer this time.

aitana clenched her jaw.

“i don’t know where to start.”

you took a deep breath.

“start with why you’ve been acting like i abandoned you.”

aitana’s head snapped up.

“because it felt like you did!” she blurted, her voice raw, full of something broken.

you inhaled sharply.

“i didn’t leave you,” you whispered.

aitana let out a bitter laugh.

“no? then why does it feel like you did? you left barcelona, you left me, you left everything we had, and you just…acted like it was normal. like it didn’t mean anything.”

your chest ached.

“it wasn’t about you, aitana.”

“then why?” she pressed, stepping closer, her voice trembling.

“why did you leave?”

you swallowed hard, your hands clenching at your sides.

“because i was depressed.”

aitana’s eyes widened slightly.

“i wasn’t okay,” you admitted, your voice thick with emotion.

“i needed a change, a new club, something different. there was no abuse at barcelon, no mistreatment, no one pushed me out so do not worry about that…but i wasn’t happy anymore. i needed to go somewhere else, to breathe, to feel again.”

aitana stayed silent, her lips parted slightly as if she wasn’t sure what to say.

“you know i was not getting a lot of starting time. you knew how much the national team things were getting to me. i just needed to get out of spain, okay?”

you exhaled shakily, your voice dropping.

“and it hurts me that you took it so personally. like i chose to leave you like i wanted to hurt you.”

aitana’s face softened, her brows furrowing.

you shook your head, blinking rapidly to push back the tears threatening to fall.

“i miss you, aitana. i miss us. i miss what we were before all of this.”

aitana exhaled, stepping closer.

“so do i,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“i just…I hated seeing you at chelsea. it felt wrong. it felt like you weren’t mine anymore.”

you let out a watery laugh.

“i was never not yours.”

aitana’s lips parted again, her expression pained.

you wiped your face, your breath uneven.

“i’m sorry for leaving… but i’m not sorry for choosing chelsea.”

aitana nodded slowly, processing your words.

“and if you can’t do long distance anymore, then our three-year relationship can end here,” you said, voice shaking despite the steadiness of your tone.

aitana’s entire body tensed.

you swallowed hard, meeting her eyes.

“but i don’t want it to end, i do not think it needs to end if we can get through this and find resolutions.”

aitana shook her head, stepping forward abruptly.

“i don’t either.”

the words crashed over you like a wave.

you let out a soft sob, and aitana’s arms were around you before you could think.

you collapsed into her hold, pressing your face into her shoulder as she held you tighter than she ever had before.

“i love you,” she whispered into your hair, her voice breaking.

your fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie, clutching onto her like she was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“i love you too,” you breathed.

you stayed like that for a long time, clinging to each other in the silence, breathing in sync. aitana’s hand ran soothingly up and down your back, her touch grounding, familiar, home.

after a while, aitana sighed, her chin resting on top of your head.

“what do we do now?”

you pulled back just enough to look at her.

“after the olympics, we take some time. just us. no football, no rivalry. just time to forgive each other, to move past this.”

aitana nodded, eyes filled with something softer.

“and we figure out how to make this work. properly.”

you managed a small smile.

“yeah.”

aitana cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing away the stray tear that had fallen.

“i don’t want to lose you.”

you leaned into her touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“then don’t.”

aitana pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you into her arms again, her body warm and solid against yours.

this was not a perfect resolution.

there was still work to do. still things to figure out.

but for now, this was enough.

this is love.

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