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snippet from the chapter i'm working on :)
Oksana hums. She nips at her thumb. "I come from countryside," she shares. "With pasture and stuff."
Eve perks up at the sudden sharing of information. "Yeah? Back in Russia?"
"Uh-huh," Oksana nods. "We had, uh, house. And barn. And shed. And cows, dogs. Sometimes birds."
Smiling, Eve pictures a small Oksana skipping about a farm. Playing with dogs, petting cows. Flapping her arms like a bird. It's a shame, thinks Eve, that the happy picture the mind conjures can't be true.
"That sounds nice."
Hesitant, Oksana nods. "Yeah. I like, uh, I like cow. And birds. But not dogs, not shed," she says the last bit almost in a hurry, picking at the zipper on Eve's parka. "Not house."
Eve hums, understanding what Oksana's simple words imply. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry you couldn't like your house."
The little girl shrugs. "I like your house. Maybe I'll like the new house."
"I hope so," Eve smiles. "Tell me if you don't, okay? And we'll fix it together."
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i did manage to write a tiny fic about oksana's birthday morning, soo :'D
“Happy birthday to youuu, happy birthday to youuu…”
Eve’s voice dances down the hall, all the way from the kitchen to a no longer sleeping Oksana’s ears. The little girl stirs, confused as to why mommy is out of bed already, but delighted to hear her sing. She grunts and rolls over on her back, rubbing at her eyes and rubbing Sooshka against her cheek. Giving her pacifier a sleepy suck, she looks to the door. Warm light flickers and dances.
“Happy birthday, dear Oksana …” Eve pushes the door open, singing with a smile on her face. “Happy birthday toooo youuu!”
Oksana’s eyes widen and she clumsily pushes herself to sit. Her mouth hangs open, enough that her pacifier tumbles into her lap, and she makes an excited noise. Still too tired for real words. Eve carries a tray with a cupcake with a candle in it and a gift. The tray is wrapped with fairy lights.
“Mommy,” Oksana whispers breathlessly, struggling to take in the sight of this. No one has ever done this for her birthday. For a long time, Oksana didn’t understand birthdays were to be celebrated. Mama called hers an unfortunate day, sometimes.
“Good morning, baby,” Eve says, and her voice is warm like honey and full of love. She sits on the edge of the bed. “Happy birthday, angel. A whole year older, huh? Time goes so fast.”
Oksana nods shyly. To Oksana, time is a vague concept. But she knows a year is a long time. A year older means she’s spent almost an entire year here in this house with Eve. A year older means that mama and her childhood is even more distant than before. A year older means that Eve sings to her and wakes her up with a cupcake for breakfast.
“Don’t feel so old,” Oksana shrugs.
Eve chuckles. “You’re nowhere near old, sweetheart. I’m near old. You’re just starting out, still.”
After instructing Oksana to sit up properly, Eve places the tray on her lap.
“Time to blow out the candles, yeah?” she says with enthusiasm, rubbing Oksana’s leg on top of the blankets. “Go ahead, honey.”
First, Oksana points. “Three!” she says with unbridled joy, pointing to one of the candles in the cupcake. She completely ignores the 1 beside it.
Eve’s heart crumbles and melts. It doesn’t seem like Oksana turns thirty-one today. It seems much more like she’s turning three. Oksana had never put an age on herself before, neither had Eve, because it shifts so much. But the 3 on the cupcake seemed to resonate with her this morning.
“Yeah, three!” Eve says, grinning so hard that her cheeks hurt. “That’s a big number.”
Oksana blows out the candles. Eve claps her hands, “Yay!”
“Can I come sit with you, hm?” Eve pats the mattress.
“Uh-huh,” Oksana nods happily. She scoots to the middle of the bed and Eve sits next to her.
Like it’s an automated response to having Eve beside her, Oksana nestles her way into Eve’s embrace, resting against her mommy. Eve’s stomach swirls with affection. Oksana is still sleep-warm and soft. Eve, who had gotten up earlier than early, allows herself to close her eyes for a moment. Then she notices the lack of chewing; she’d been expecting Oksana to dig right into the cupcake.
“You’re allowed to eat it, baby,” Eve reminds her.
“Yep. But can’t decide,” Oksana says. “Present? Or cake?”
“Oh,” Eve smiles softly. “How about you eat half, then open the present, and eat the rest.”
System in place, Oksana does just that. For a second Eve regrets allowing a cupcake with chocolate frosting into their bed, but just for today she lets the thought go — it’s her little girl’s first real birthday. She can get chocolate everywhere if she wants to.
Eve wipes Oksana’s fingers and mouth with a napkin. “That’s yummy, huh?”
Oksana nods eagerly. With clean fingers, she reaches for the gift. Eve had tied the ribbon so loosely that Oksana wouldn’t struggle to undo it. She’d done the same with the tape and wrapping paper. Oksana’s fine motor skills are lacking, which Eve chalks down to both the fact that being small in a big body must be dizzying, and the fact that no one bothered to teach her at a young age.
“You’re doing such a good job; you don’t even need mommy’s help!” Eve praises as Oksana opens her present. “I can’t wait to see what’s inside. So exciting, isn’t it?”
Oksana rips the paper off and comes face to face with a small plushie — a soft, smiling sun with feet made of corduroy. Her face brightens and she practically vibrates with excitement.
“Mommy,” she says softly, like the word contains every bit of joy and gratitude she can’t properly express. “Mommy, mommy, thank you.”
Eve hugs Oksana. She kisses the side of her head, nuzzling into her girl’s hair. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Happy birthday,” she murmurs. “I love you so much.”
Oksana tucks herself into her mommy’s warm arms. “I love you too.”
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a little fic with eve and konstantin talking about oksana that just wouldn't leave my mind.. enjoy! (855 words)
Oksana lays sleeping in Eve’s arms. Her cheek on the comfortable swell of Eve’s breast. Her legs resting on Konstantin’s lap. Her hand is curled small on Eve’s chest and even in sleep her mouth continues the gentle suckling motions on her pacifier. Eve cradles her, propping her sleep-heavy body up with one arm and resting her other hand on Oksana’s belly. The little one had complained about a bellyache earlier.
Konstantin has one hand on Oksana’s calf and holds a cup of coffee to his mouth with the other. It’s early in the afternoon and the three of them had just eaten a slice of homemade marble cake. Oksana had gotten sleepy not much later and, naturally, used her mommy as a pillow.
“Getting her to nap by herself is a battle, but as soon as I’m available to sleep on she doesn’t miss a single opportunity,” Eve chuckles.
Konstantin barks out a soft laugh. “You’re warm and comfy, why would she pick her bed over that?”
“True, true,” Eve smiles. She looks down at Oksana lovingly. “I can’t complain. Not really.”
“She is very clingy,” Konstantin ascertained. He scratched his beard thoughtfully. “I’m not very proud of how I acted the first time I met her. Little her, I mean.”
“No?” Eve inquired, her hand rubbing Oksana’s belly gently. “How come?”
Konstantin sighs and looks at Oksana, as if to make sure she was truly asleep. Which she was. She was nothing but a heavy lump on Eve’s lap.
“I didn’t understand it, and because I didn’t understand it, I was cruel,” he admitted. “I came to her flat in Paris one evening. She had gotten a job with short notice, she had to leave the morning after, so I had to hurry to tell her. I usually never visited in the evening; she always said it was her time. I respected that, but this time I had to make an exception.”
He takes a sip of his coffee. “So, I used my key and came in. She was sitting in her bed with a colouring book, already in her pyjamas. I figured it was just one of her strange ideas, she was always a little childish, so I didn’t care. I told her about the job, that she had to go in the morning, and she was upset. She was never upset! She said ‘no, no, I don’t want to’, and her eyes were all full of tears,” he said and gestured to his own eyes. “She was like Irina when she was little and didn’t want to get dressed, so I did the terrible thing that I also did to Irina. I yelled that she had to do it, that she had no choice, that The Twelve would be angry. She seemed to ... snap out of it. And she agreed to do it.”
Eve listens attentively to Konstantin’s story. Villanelle had never told her, he hadn’t told her either. But it seemed like he needed to let it out.
“I put her on the train the next morning and I could see she had been crying the whole night. She didn’t say anything, she just sat in the corner with her thumb in her mouth,” he said. “That was the first time she was hurt on a job. It was terrible all around. Sometimes I don’t understand why Oksana lets me get close to her, let alone watch her when you’re not here.”
“Your relationship has always been far from conventional,” Eve reminds him with a smile. “We can’t expect ourselves to understand everything the first time we see it. You knew the assassin, you didn’t know Oksana. You responded that way because it’s how you responded to Irina, and it’s probably how your dad responded to you.”
“Now you’re digging deep,” Konstantin chuckled. “Eh, I think you are right. There was a lot of yelling. I just passed it on.”
“I know it sounds cliché, but Oksana did help me look at things differently,” Eve said. “You don’t yell anymore. I can’t remember you ever yelling at her. She talks about you a lot, and it’s never anything bad. It’s mostly ‘when’s Konstantin coming?’ over and over until I call you so she can ask you herself.”
Konstantin laughs heartily. “You’re saying I shouldn’t torture myself with it?”
Eve smiles. “Yeah. If she can let it go, you can let it go,” she says. “Oksana and I have worked a lot on letting things go. She trusts me with basically everything now, but that wasn’t always the case. She used to scream if I moved too suddenly, she used to throw herself out of the bathtub when it was time to wash her hair, she used to hide food in the closet because she was afraid I wouldn’t feed her.”
She looks down at her sleeping girl and kisses the top of her head. “But she’s never scared anymore. And she’s never scared of you,” Eve says.
Konstantin hums and smiles softly. He reaches over and caresses Oksana’s cheek tenderly. A smile twitches on her lips around the pacifier.
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teeny, tiny fic. a follow up to the one i posted ages ago where oksana dreamed about being small :) in this one she talks to eve about it
“Eve, I’ve been dreaming,” Villanelle begins slowly. She sits with Eve on their outdoor sofa, overlooking their garden. “Well, Oksana’s been dreaming.”
“Oh?” Eve smiles, turning her attention to Villanelle. “What has she been dreaming about, huh?”
“This might sound weird,” Villanelle mumbles. She rests her cheek on Eve’s shoulder and nibbles at her thumb. “But she, I, dream about being small. Like, a baby. That small.”
She hears Eve sigh, softly and with understanding. “That isn’t weird. It sounds like a nice dream.”
“Yeah,” she says quietly.
“What happens in those dreams?”
“Not much. They always start with me waking up,” Villanelle says. “And realising I’m tiny. And then you’re there, and you’re big, and I feel safe.”
“Mmh,” Eve hums.
Villanelle’s voice is familiarly sad. They’ve had similar, tearful conversations many times. Villanelle is bothered by the size of herself when she’s regressed. It’s always a problem that nags at the back of her head. It bothers Eve too, that she can give Oksana so many things, just not the thing that’s most important. It makes her even sadder when she allows herself to think of Oksana that way. She likes her little girl just the way she is but can’t deny that getting to hold a tinier version of her would be wonderful.
“I like the dreams, but they end too fast,” Villanelle mumbles. “They always end with you picking me up, I only see the mornings, not what happens after.”
“Sweetheart,” Eve says. “I know it means a lot to you. I’m sorry I can’t give it to you.”
Villanelle smiles. “Don’t be sorry. I know you would if you could,” she says. She rubs her cheek on Eve’s shoulder. “I just … keep thinking about it. When I regress it’s like … it’s almost there. It almost feels the way it’s supposed to feel. But there’s something missing. Or rather, there’s too much of something.”
She gestures to her body. Her long thighs, her tall legs. Eve sighs like it pains her too.
“If you were my baby, I’d never put you down. I would carry you around everywhere. And if I was doing something that wouldn’t let me carry you, I’d have you in one of those cosy wraps,” Eve says and Villanelle hears the smile in her voice. “You’d be so small, and I’d be so big, and I would keep you safe, always. If you cried, I would never be angry. I would hold you to my chest and comfort you…”
Villanelle closes her eyes and listens. She tries to imagine it. Her, tiny. Eve, large.
“It’s okay to want that. I think it’s … it’s normal to want to go back. Especially normal to want to go back and start over when you didn’t get a very good start at all in life,” Eve says softly. “I really do wish I could give it to you.”
“You give me more than enough,” Villanelle mumbles. She rubs at her eye. All this talk of being small is making her feel, well, small.
Eve, with her supernatural radar for Oksana, can tell right away. “C’mere,” she murmurs, manoeuvring Oksana into her lap. “Let’s pretend for a bit.” Oksana presses her nose to the shadow of Eve’s neck and inhales the comforting scent that can only be described as mommy. Eve’s hand moves smoothly up and down her back, and if she tries hard enough it almost feels like it did in her dream last night.
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an experimental drabble where oksana dreams of being small
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When Oksana cracks her eyes open that morning, something feels different. Like the world has tilted on its axis, and turned so large while Oksana was asleep.
Confused, Oksana holds her arms out in front of her. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees how small they are. They’re half their normal length, and her hands are tiny and chubby. Like they belong to a baby. Oksana does the same to her legs, lifting them up in the air. They’re small too. Her heart thumps in her chest as she begins to put two and two together.
The thing she’s wished for, the thing she’s cried and cried about to Eve — it happened. Had she not been regressed, Oksana would’ve asked more questions about her state. But she doesn’t give it much thought. Her little head only has room for one thought. Mommy.
Rubbing at her eye, Oksana clumsily rolls over on her side. She sees the bed, and realises that she isn’t in it. She’s laid cozily in a small, soft crib right beside it, with the side facing the bed being open. Oksana’s heart races when she sees that Eve is awake. Mommy, mommy, mommy.
Her small hands reach, and her mouth opens to speak, but her words are replaced by happy, if not somewhat desperate, little babbles. Eve gives her a sleepy smile, her brown eyes twinkling, and reaches her hand out. Oksana grabs onto two of Eve’s fingers. Just as she often does in real life. Except in this existence, two fingers are all that fit in her hand.
“Oksana,” Eve murmurs fondly. “You’re awake already, hm?”
Oksana, understanding that words aren’t of much use to her, just smiles. She likes this. Sometimes she doesn’t want to talk in the real world, but it’s often expected of her to be able to do so. Here there isn’t any pressure to talk.
“I bet you want to come to mommy, huh?” Eve says softly, pushing herself up to sit.
Eve stands up and leans over the bedside crib. Sunlight shines through Eve’s hair, and her smiling face makes everything feel okay. Eve effortlessly lifts Oksana out of the crib. In real life, lifting takes effort. Eve is strong, but Oksana is a tall girl who has to do half the work herself by wrapping her legs around Eve, even when she’s exhausted. Now her legs don’t reach further than just below Eve’s chest, and her head is gently placed to rest on Eve’s shoulder.
“Good morning, baby,” Eve whispers, beginning to sway gently. “I had this funny dream where you were so big. Bigger than me. It felt real. But you’re just as tiny as you were when we went to sleep.”
Oksana clenches her hand around one of Eve’s curls. Her stomach swirls. With hunger and with a familiar sadness. This world she’s found herself in seems to be the very opposite of the one she lives in.
“That was silly of mommy to dream,” Eve chuckles. “Why would I want to give up this, hm?”
As she says this, she holds Oksana in front of her and gives her face a row of gentle kisses.
When she rests her head on Eve’s shoulder again, and Eve’s large hand runs up and down her small back, and the world goes fuzzy around the edges, Oksana begins to understand that this is just a dream. Within minutes, she’ll return to the real world. Where she is taller than Eve, where her hand is larger than Eve’s, where her mind doesn’t always match her body.
Oksana doesn’t mind. As long as she can return to this world another time.
#this was just to try i guess? maybe it’s weird#but i could write a follow up :)#c. eve#c. oksana#storm's writing tag#eve and oksana
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a nursing scene ft. oksana’s love for eve’s hair 💖
Oksana lets out a deep sigh of contentment, warm breath against the skin of Eve’s breast. She lays in Eve’s arms, warm and heavy. Her jaw working rhythmically as she suckles, swallowing every so often and humming every now and then. Her eyelids are droopy. She’s tired and would’ve been asleep half an hour ago if she hadn’t been so hungry and, as a result, so very needy.
Sometimes when she’s both hungry and needy, Eve reasons that it’s better to let her nurse. It satisfies both needs all at once, and it’s way easier to coax Oksana into a nap like this compared to simply tucking her into bed.
A list of little explanations Eve had made in her head to justify that she simply wanted some close contact with her baby.
“My baby,” she says in a murmur. “So hungry, weren’t you?”
Oksana smiles shyly. Her hand curls right by her mouth, hiding her blush, and the skin around her eye wrinkles adorably. Eve traces her finger over the steady work of Oksana’s jaw. She loves looking at Oksana all of the time, but especially when they do this. She looks like the very embodiment of peace. Eve brushes her fingertips over the freckles on her face, stroke the bridge of her nose.
Oksana breaks her latch and opens her eyes. Eve can tell it takes some effort. The little one nuzzles Eve’s warm skin, bumping the breast with her nose, simply making contact with her mommy. She does that sometimes; pauses just to feel Eve. Eve isn’t sure why she does it, but it usually means that the next time she settles in, she’ll go to sleep.
“Sweet girl,” Eve coos. She smiles when she sees the sheen of milk around Oksana’s mouth. “You always make such a mess.”
She wipes the milk away with her thumb. It seems to redirect Oksana, who clumsily latches on again. Her suckling is slower this time, the motion so soothing that Eve feels her own eyelids droop. That might be the single downside to doing this for naptime; it most certainly means Eve is going down for a nap as well.
Oksana reaches her hand up to Eve’s face. She touches it reverently, sparkling eyes looking at her mommy. It’s so gentle, the way Oksana touches her. Then, her little hand tugs at Eve’s hair tie. Realising what her girl is doing, Eve laughs.
“Seriously?” She tickles Oksana’s cheek. “Mommy can’t have her hair up around you?”
Smiling cheekily, Oksana shakes her head slightly. One more tug releases Eve’s hair from the bun and sends it billowing down to rest on her shoulders. Oksana looks satisfied, running her hands through her mommy’s soft, thick hair.
“That’s better, huh,” Eve smiles softly. “You gonna sleep now, baby? Gonna close your eyes?”
Oksana hums and closes her eyes.
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a sneak peek for the next chapter of you are loved more than you know^^
"Eve, I'm sorry," she says, scratching at her arm under the table. "I'm sorry I ruined your life, I—"
"Don't," Eve interrupts. She runs a hand through her hair and sighs. "Don't be sorry. I was a terrible wife. It was ending long before we met. All of this just gave him a reason to leave."
"You're not mad?"
Eve shakes her head. "Not at you. You didn't do anything to him, I was the one who chased you and neglected him, our marriage. That was my choice," says Eve. "And I stand by it."
Oksana's head tilts to the side. "You choose me over him?"
#i imagine she says it kind of in the same tone as when she's talking to konstantin in rome and says#'you choose your family over me?'#anyway i figured sneak peaks could be kinda fun :)#storm's writing tag#c. eve#c. oksana#fic. you are loved more than you know
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a much needed comfort piece featuring skin to skin and nursing :’)
Eve had rather early on in their dynamic learned that skin-to-skin contact was a guaranteed way to soothe Oksana. It made sense in a rather sad way — Oksana had suffered such terrible neglect in her childhood that Eve highly doubts her mother spent any decent amount of time bonding with her baby like that. In fact, it was made clear that Tatiana never bonded with Oksana on any level. Be it physically, mentally, or emotionally.
Laying skin to skin is bonding on every level. Through the physical contact of their bodies, through the mental relief they both feel, through the release of emotions that Oksana often experiences when they do this. She often cries, simply because she feels safe enough to let go of all the emotions Villanelle bottles up throughout the week.
This afternoon, Eve rid herself of her shirt and her bra. Then she helped Oksana out of her sweater. The girl wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, shifting from foot to foot as she waited for Eve to get into bed. It’s cold inside their cabin today, too cold to undress more than this.
Eve lays down comfortably on her back, supported by the pillows. She holds the blanket open for Oksana. “Mkay, Oksana, come here.”
Oksana wastes no time and instantly crawls into bed. She clumsily positions herself to lay on top of Eve, so her chest touched Eve’s stomach. She rests her cheek on Eve’s chest, and her hand curls small on the swell of Eve’s breast. Eve’s skin is warm and soft. Oksana sighs softly when Eve draws the blanket over them both, trapping them in a coccoon of comfort.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Eve says to which Oksana hums.
Eve’s hand begins to move along Oksana’s back. Lightly, with just her fingertips, Eve traces Oksana’s spine. The touch makes Oksana shiver and nuzzle further into her mommy. Eve smiles at this and continues, drawing patterns and shapes on Oksana’s skin.
“Mommy,” Oksana mumbles. “Want to guess.”
“You wanna guess?” Eve smiles at the sweet request. “Okay, honey. Mommy’s gonna draw and you’re gonna guess.”
Eve thinks for a moment, and then she traces a shape with her finger.
“Circle,” Oksana lisps sweetly.
“Yeah, good job!” Eve praises quietly, rubbing Oksana’s back. “Want one more?”
Oksana shakes her head. “Just mommy,” she says and scratches lightly at Eve’s skin. Her legs shift under the blanket and she makes a barely audible noise that tells Eve she’s not completely comfortable.
Eve’s hand moves down to tenderly trace the edge of Oksana’s diaper. “My baby…” she murmurs. “My sweet girl. It’s okay. Do you need something from mommy, hm?”
Oksana sticks her thumb in her mouth and glances at Eve’s breast. Eve noticed and couldn’t help but chuckle affectionately. Of course. It’s not always Oksana wants to nurse during skin to skin, sometimes she’s asleep within minutes of being placed on top of Eve, but other times she craves that extra bit of comfort. And who is Eve to deny her?
“Mkay, baby. Let’s get comfy on our sides, yeah? It’s a little hard for mommy to do it like this,” Eve says and begins to gently shift them both to lay on their sides.
The glaze over Oksana’s eyes lets Eve know she is tiny beyond words. She gets comfortable enough, and then she guides Oksana to her breast. She can’t help but think she’s gotten much better at this; latching used to be pretty tricky before. But now, Oksana latches properly on the first try and suckles eagerly right away. The milk lets down within a minute and a pressure Eve wasn’t even fully aware she was feeling goes away.
“Good girl,” Eve says softly, stroking Oksana’s cheek. Feeling the work of her jaw. “Is that yummy, huh?”
Oksana just hums, smiling drowsily, and closes her eyes. It feels nice to be in this bubble, where time isn’t a concept and the only thing that exists is her mommy. She feels the safest here, and she wishes she never had to leave.
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snippet of a fic i'm working on :>
“Good, that’s good. Hey, wh—” Eve interrupts herself, seeing the unusual sight before her. “Hey … don’t be upset, you did your job.”
“You’re not—you’re not angry?”
“Angry? Why would I be angry?” Eve asks, feeling something tighten in her chest. “You … you did your job. You didn’t go rogue, you didn’t run away somewhere, you didn’t fuck up at all. It’s okay.”
“Konstantin says I give him grey hair and a bad heart when I fuck up,” Villanelle says, still staring at the floor. At Eve’s worn shoes.
Eve chuckles. “I got my first grey hairs years before I met you, and my heart is just fine as far as I’m aware.”
Villanelle looks up and smiles timidly. In Eve’s mass of dark brown hair, she finds streaks of grey.
#love 2 post little snippets of fics that might not see the light of day#it's multi-chapter and i have Thoughts about it#i want to explore new sides of their dynamic!! and do something scary called writing a fic with a plot lol#it might go terribly#but the focus will be on oksana and mommy the plot is just there to move those two forward#storm's writing tag#c. eve#c. oksana
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“Where’s mommy? Where is she?”
Eve covers her face with her hands. She feels Oksana’s eyes on her, watching with rapt attention. Eve uncovers her face and Oksana bursts into giggles.
“There’s mommy!” Eve laughs too. “There I am!”
Oksana’s clumsy hands reach for Eve’s hair, grasping onto the curls. She giggles like a baby, squirming on the bed where she lays. Her towel rests on top of her body. Oksana smiles cheekily and grabs the towel, pulling it up over her head.
“Oh!” Eve laughs. “Huh? Where’s Oksana? She was here just a second ago!”
Oksana pulls the towel away from her face and laughs.
“There she is!” Eve beams. She leans over her baby and kisses her sweet face. “I’m so glad I found you.”
#thought about that scene from the trailer for the end we start from again :’)#c. eve#c. oksana#eve and oksana#storm's writing tag#she’s her very tiniest after her bath during bedtime
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The wind howls outside their home, making the walls creak with its force. Rain patters harshly against the windows. The storm rolled in this morning, and it would keep going all weekend, the weather reports said.
They’re watching a movie. Villanelle is curled up under a blanket, feet on Eve’s lap, poking her arm. Storms make her anxious, Eve knows this, so she’s been watching her from the corner of her eye all evening since the wind picked up.
Villanelle’s feet leave Eve’s lap, and she crawls over to Eve instead, settling against her side, still wrapped in the blanket. She rests on Eve’s shoulder, and Eve gets a feeling.
“Hey, you,” she smiles softly, laying an arm around Villanelle. “Are you feeling little, hm?”
Villanelle, clearly feeling small, shakes her head. “No.”
“No? Evening TV time is when you want to sit in the corner by yourself,” Eve points out, chuckling. “But now you come snuggling up to me.”
“Maybe just wanted snuggles,” Villanelle tries to argue, but the clumsiness of her voice betrays her.
“Mmh, maybe,” Eve smiles. “Mommy gives the best snuggles, doesn’t she?”
“Mmh,” Villanelle makes a frustrated, whiny sound and rubs her face on Eve’s shoulder. “Big.”
“You’re awfully whiny and snuggly for a big girl,” Eve teases. Then she softens, lowering her voice to that familiar, soothing tone. “It’s okay if you’re not big tonight. I’m always happy to have my little Oksana around, you know that.”
Oksana is quiet for a while, battling with herself. Then she makes another soft, frustrated noise and manoeuvres herself into Eve’s lap. Eve lets out a quiet oh and welcomes Oksana into her embrace. She adjusts the blanket around Oksana, cocooning the little girl to her chest. Eve rubs Oksana’s back and kisses the top of her head.
“My baby,” she murmurs into Oksana’s hair. “Everything’s okay. Is the weather bothering you, hm?”
“Loud,” Oksana says around her thumb.
“Mmh, I know …” Eve sighs. “Do you want to go night-night already?”
“Nuh-uh,” Oksana shakes her head. It’s early, even for her. And besides, her mommy is just so warm and it’s so comfortable to sit on her lap. “Not yet.”
“Mkay,” Eve hums. “Just sit with mommy then, yeah? Warm and cosy. Listen to mommy instead of the weather.”
Oksana nods. She rests her cheek on Eve’s breast, her hand curling around Eve’s shirt. She listens to the muffled sound of Eve’s heart, feels and hears her calm breaths.
#sometimes she won't admit that she's feeling little even though it's Very Obvious :')#c. eve#c. oksana#eve and oksana#storm's writing tag
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a message from anon earlier today made me want to write a nursing scene <3
Something felt a little different in Eve’s body today.
Not bad, just … different.
It sat in the back of her head all day, but she didn’t pay it much mind as the day progressed and Oksana made an appearance.
After lunch Oksana was teary, not at all keen on the idea of Eve tucking her in for a nap all alone. Eve resorted to the thing they usually resort to these days; letting Oksana suckle. The thing they once tried on a whim was now a daily occurrence, and Eve is convinced that there’s something a little bit magical about it.
Some might call it simple oxytocin, but Eve prefers magic.
“Mkay, honey … let’s try this instead,” Eve says as she makes herself comfortable, and guides Oksana to her breast. “Here, baby.”
Oksana begins to suckle as if she had been waiting for Eve to get the hint all day. Eve notices now what it was that felt so different this morning and has to refrain from breaking Oksana’s latch as a heavy tenderness spread through her chest.
“Gentle, please,” she reminds Oksana, taking a deep breath as Oksana lays an apologetic hand on her other breast and slows down. “Thank you, baby.”
They settle into their little bubble. The pressure continues to build, until it suddenly releases and Eve can relax too. Oksana twitches beside her, humming. She swallows and the bubble bursts. Oksana’s eyes go wide and she pulls away.
“What—” Eve starts but goes quiet again at the curious sight. Oksana’s lips are parted and milky. “Is that… it is. Are you—is that okay?”
Oksana looks at the source, wheels turning inside her head. Then she licks her lips and quietly settles back in, resuming her rhythmic suckling and closing her eyes.
“Oh,” Eve mumbles, a little surprised and very shocked by the ordeal. Then she smiles. “Is that good, huh?”
Oksana smiles around her latch, fingers scratching lightly at Eve’s skin. Her hand curls shyly by her mouth as she continues the rhythmic motion of suckling and swallowing every now and then. It seemed like she was getting used to it, too.
Eve didn’t even consider that this could happen. But it makes sense, given the fact that they do this very single day, sometimes more than once.
The realisation that Eve’s body had made this hit her like a train and her view of Oksana is blurred by tears. She isn’t sure what to think of it and surely she’ll have to talk to Villanelle about it — but it can’t be bad, can it? Not when Oksana is so calm and at peace, not when Eve’s own body made milk for the sole purpose of soothing Oksana.
“It’s all for you,” Eve murmurs. “It’s just for you, baby … have as much as you need.”
Oksana’s finger traces a heart into Eve’s skin, over and over.
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Oksana startles awake to the sound of crying, and the sudden absence of Eve’s body next to her. Still half asleep, the situation doesn’t register in her little head until she rubs her eyes and opens them.
The sound of crying comes from Eve, who sits up in bed with the blankets bunched around her, crying quietly into her hands.
Oksana’s heart twists in her chest. She doesn’t see mommy cry around her very often. Only when Eve has nightmares, and it’s been months since the last one. They aren’t nearly as frequent as Oksana’s own.
She carefully sits up.
“Mommy?” she reaches for Eve, whose shaking shoulders suddenly go still.
Eve turns around and looks surprised to see Oksana awake. She hastily wipes her tears and smiles an unconvincing smile.
“Baby, what are you doing awake, huh?” she sniffles and shifts closer to Oksana. “It’s so late, honey.”
Even in the soft, pink light from the nightlight Oksana can see the glistening remnants of tears on Eve’s cheeks.
“Mommy’s crying,” she says.
Eve sighs, aware that Oksana can’t be fooled that easily, and nods.
“I had a bad dream about a bad night,” Eve smiles sadly. “I’m okay. I just … had to cry about it. I have to do that sometimes.”
Oksana nods, knowing exactly which night Eve means.
She quietly holds her arms out. It’s the middle of the night and she’s very little, but she still wants to be there for her mommy the same way she’s there for Oksana.
Eve crawls into her baby’s embrace, draws a shuddering breath and wraps her arms around Oksana’s warm, healing body. Inhales the scent of baby lotion and the fabric softener Eve washes her pyjamas with.
“S’okay to cry,” Oksana reminds her. “S’okay to be sad.”
“Yeah,” Eve smiles, voice cracking. “You’re right, baby. I’m not sad anymore, though. You’re here, aren’t you? You’re right here with mommy.”
Oksana’s freezing toes poke at Eve’s calf. Eve notes that tomorrow, it’s time to bring out the footie pyjamas. “Yep. Right here.”
They stay like that for a while, until Oksana yawns wide. Eve coos.
“Oh, we better get back to sleep. It’s far too late for Oksana,” she strokes her girl’s cheek. “How about we dream something nice together?”
Oksana smiles in the dark, sleepy eyes twinkling. “Swings.”
Eve laughs. “You want to dream about us, on swings?”
“Yes."
“Okay, honey. We’ll dream about swings.”
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“There you go,” Eve says softly as she covers the scrape on Oksana’s knee with a band-aid. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
Oksana nods, lip trembling and tears still in her eyes. She rubs her eyes and sniffles, fingers picking at the corner of the band-aid. “Better.”
“Yeah? Good,” Eve smiles. Oksana had taken a pretty rough fall, scraping both of her knees as she fell on the gravel outside their home. “Do you need mommy to kiss it better, too?” she asks, noticing that Oksana still looks shaken up.
“Please,” her girl nods.
Eve gives Oksana’s knees two kisses each. “There. Now they’ll heal in no-time with mommy’s magic, won’t they?”
Oksana nods shyly again. Her arms reach out for Eve. “Up.”
“Mkay, come here.” Eve pulls Oksana up from the gravelly path and into a hug. “Let’s play something else, hm? Something that involves a little less running.”
#it's a known fact that oksana is a very clumsy girl with those long legs :')#eve and oksana#storm's writing tag#c. oksana#c. eve
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Oksana sits on Eve’s lap by the kitchen table. There’s coffee and cake set up on the table, the cloth stained with coffee and full of crumbs. Konstantin sits on the other end, shovelling big chunks of cake onto his fork and chatting loudly with Eve, hands gesturing and his laugh filling the small space they’re in.
His loudness is a comfort to Oksana, whose eyelids are growing heavy.
Eve puts a fork full of cake to Oksana’s mouth, and the little one barely opens up.
“Sausage,” Konstantin barks out an affectionate laugh. “You are falling asleep.”
Oksana pouts and shakes her head. “Nuh-uh,” she objects, contradicting herself as she snuggles further into Eve. “Am not.”
Eve puts the fork down. “Oh, but you are,” she chuckles, her hand beginning to stroke Oksana’s back. “It’s your naptime, isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” Oksana mumbles. She clings to Eve. “Stay here.”
“You can stay here, baby,” Eve promises, patting Oksana’s bottom.
#eve and oksana#storm's writing tag#c. eve#c. oksana#c. konstantin#konstantin is alive and he visits them often (real)
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hello everyone :D
i made this blog to be a place for me to store my miscellaneous drabbles and writings related to eve and oksana <3
this blog will be used for short-form writings, as longer things are either posted on my main blog or on my ao3 account. i'll be thinking of this as an outlet for little thoughts or scenarios i have floating around in my head, that i want to share with you all. i might not be super active here, but i wanted to make the blog either way.
requests are open! i might also do little writing prompt games and similar things here.
i'll likely expand on this about section in the near future :)
main blog | ao3
SFW interaction only.
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