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waifu's friend, quinn, asked me to submit a waifu enthusiast writing piece their fanfic-writer friend made as a surprise:

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//tw: nightmares, depiction of murder, mention of gore

Morgane woke up in a cold sweat, heart pounding and head racing. A tsunami of screaming thoughts clawed at her brain as her breathing quickened. The usually stone-cold woman sat up in a panic and turned to her side, only to see her faithful wife sleeping peacefully. Night terrors are a bitch, once again contributing to that insomnia that plagues her.

Not wanting to wake up her unconscious lover, Morgane carefully got out of the bed and quietly snuck over to the parlor. Collapsing into a loveseat, the don ran her hands through her hair and gripped at her scalp amid the stress. She looked at the clock as the hour hand struck 1 AM. This was going to be a long night.

One of the night-shift guards saw this, and hesitantly walked over. "Boss... ya ok? I've never seen you up at this hour.." he said nervously, knowing that messing with a grumpy boss is a death sentence. When no answer was given, he started to reach out a hand, only for it to be swatted away. Morgane looked up at him, glaring daggers. "Fuck off if you know what's good for you!" she uttered, her voice seething with hostility. The guard quickly took his leave, leaving the poor woman in an uncomfortable silence.

Her head perked up as she heard the creeping of floorboards. Instinctively reaching for a pistol off the coffee table, she spun around, eyes meeting with the golden hazel ones of her wife. Abigaille stood on the steps in a silky white peignoir, a small worried frown gracing her sleepy visage.

"Oh my love..." she said softly, letting out a small yawn. "...what's wrong? Is something bothering you??" Morgane turned away hastily, her face flushing. It's hard enough being thrown off-balance by disturbing dreams, but it's even harder when presented with her almost goddess-like beauty.

"It's nothing dear," she insisted. "I'm okay, I promise." Abigaille frowned deepened a bit, as she walked over to her frusturated spouse. She ran a delicate hand across the back of the don's shoulders, moving to hug her from behind. Morgane's flush darkened, as she looked off to the side.

Standing on the tips of her toes, Abigaille buried her face into the crook of the latter's neck. Sighing, she mumbled quietly "Morgy dear, if you are troubled enough to come down here at such a late hour, I know something is wrong." Morgane turned to stare into her wife's eyes.

A look of melancholy flashed across her face. "Why did you even come to get me? You should be resting..." she breathed out, barely audible. The brunette cupped her cheek and smiled sadly. "Oh darling, the bed is colder when you're not there." she whispered back, blushing a bit. The don's face softened, and she pulled Abigaille into a loving embrace. She hid her face in the smaller woman's shoulder and snuck an arm around her waist. In response, Abigaille kissed her cheek and wrapped thin arms around her neck.

After five silent minutes, Abigaille pulled away and grabbed two full glasses from the kitchen, handing one to her wife as they sat on the sofa. "I made us bellinis, since I figured you could use a drink," she explained, a sly smile etching her face. Sipping on the smooth cocktail, Morgane relaxed a little as her lover moved the don's head to rest on her lap.

"Vent to me, amore." she insisted, stroking Morgane's hair with her small digits. The latter huffed, "It's so stupid... I dreamt that an enemy snatched you as you walked through the garden late at night. I couldn't find you in the morning, so I sent some men to search the town. After a week, we found you tied up in a warehouse..." she trailed off, starting to tremble.

"...You were beaten, bloodied... it was horrifying.. and they slit your throat in front of me." Morgane looked up at her, tears pricking at her eyes. "I couldn't- I couldn't fucking do anything! I couldn't save my own goddamn wife! All I did was stand there and watch you bleed!" the don stammered out, a tone of bitterness taking over her voice. The tears fell onto Abigaille's lap as Morgane's body shook with quiet, painful sobs.

Morgane suddenly froze when she felt something drip onto her cheek. She turned to her spouse and saw crystal-like tears falling from those honey pupils. Even when she's crying, the don's lover remains so enchanting. Abigaille placed hand on her wife's cheek, and wiped away some of the tears.

"Oh my sweet, I'm so so sorry..." she began, a hint of guilt lacing her tone. "but I'm still here, aren't I? I know that saying 'It's just a nightmare' doesn't help, but I assure you that I'm not going anywhere. Cara mia, don't fret for me, because I know that I'm in good hands. I have you and the guards protecting me after all! But I do know the fear, the dread all too well..." her words faltered to a pained whisper, voice cracking slightly as her smile wavered.

She bit her lip to lock away the sobs that tore at her throat, begging to finally be released after years of entrapment. Morgane could see the agony hidden behind that peaceful facade, since hiding her own was a familiar habit. She knew that no one should suffer with this alone for such a long time.

So the don broke down the barriers in her mind. She had to, for the sake of her wife. After all, Abigaille was able to dive deep into her psyche, she was the only one that Morgane would allow into her soul. Suddenly standing up, she pulled the girl flush against her body and time seemingly stopped.

She cautiously looked down to make sure she wasn't hurting the fragile girl with such a tight embrace, and smiled a bit when she noticed her wife holding onto her shirt, desperately trying to block out the rest of the world. After 5 long minutes that seemed like hours, Abigaille pulled away and sat on a window sill. The gently flowing curtains and pale moonlight that formed a halo behind her head added to an ethereal sight that convinced Morgane she married some sort of celestial being.

Morgane knelt down and gently grasped Abigaille's soft hands with her own scarred ones. Bowing her head down and letting out a silent chuckle, she quietly uttered "Darlin', you truly do know how to turn me into a mess." The latter looked down at her and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And you know how to keep me running back to you."

#im literally losing my SHIT this is BEAUTIFUL BRO #the narration the descriptions everything is gorgeous and both of us are so in character #despite the fact that yall dont even know me yall nailed my behavior scaringly well hahchdkdjd #and tbh this entire thing is so pure??? like i still cant believe all of this then yall slap me w this masterpiece of a fanfic #waifu is just so pure man... what did i do to deserve her djxhj #submission #im once again amazed and delighted to see how creative ppl get with this silly ship thank u for this sm😳😳#its fucking lovely im out of words #mafia au waifu enthusiast may as well be my fave so far thank u again for taking the time to write this beautiful piece😩👌

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