Come Hell or High Water
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Freen stood at the door of their penthouse, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder, her breath unsteady.
Two years. Exactly two years today-and she was home, earlier than she had promised. Her hand hovered, sweaty and trembling, ready to knock.
She hadn't told her.
"Freen?"
She blinked.
That familiar voice.
She turned and there she was.
Her wife.
"Hey.."
"H-how..?" Becky's words faltered, disbelief in her eyes.
The bag immediately slipped from her hand as she rushed forward, her arms wrapping around her wife.
"You're home," Becky whispered against her shoulder, voice breaking. "You came home."
"Yeah," Freen breathed. "I am."
"God! I missed you.." Becky murmured as she buried her head on her wife's neck.
Bound by vows, torn by war.
Hurriedly married, Freen and Becky never had the chance to explore together the life they just jumped off after a couple of days knowing each other. Just days after their vows, Freen had to go back overseas, leaving their marriage suspended in time.
More than two years apart..
But Freen chose her wife this time over something that she had learned to live with..
But as they're going to begin to navigate the fragile complexities of marriage for the first time, duty still pulls them back into chaos.
Will love be enough to survive what comes next?
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FreenBecky AU
Marriage, War, Survival and Love
Warning: I advise do not continue reading if you're not comfortable with a g!p story.
(Becky G!P)
Original story
Please do not copy
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The first time Freen Sarocha saw her, she was just a silhouette in a hoodie, hesitating at the gym's entrance like she might bolt at any moment. "We're closing in ten minutes," Freen called out, not unkindly, wrapping her hands after a long day of training kids who needed her more than they needed perfect technique. The figure stepped forward, lowering her hood to reveal sharp eyes and a jawline that belonged on magazine covers, not in this worn-down gym where the heavy bags leaked sand and the mirror had a crack running through its center. "I need to learn how to fight," the girl said, and something in her voice-desperation mixed with determination-made Freen pause. "Everyone who walks through that door thinks they need to fight," Freen replied, studying her. Expensive sneakers trying to look cheap. Tension in her shoulders that spoke of a different kind of battle. "What are you really running from?" The girl's mask slipped for just a moment, revealing something raw and afraid underneath. "Everything. I'm running from everything." "And you think learning to throw punches will help?" "I think learning to throw punches is the only thing that will help." The girl's hands clenched into fists. "Please. I can pay whatever you charge. I just-I need this." Freen should have said no. But something in those eyes called to her-a kindred spirit, maybe, someone else who understood that sometimes the only way to survive was to fight. "One trial session," Freen said finally. "No payment. If you can keep up, we'll talk about what comes next." "Thank you." The relief in the girl's voice was palpable. "I'm Becky, by the way." "Freen." She tossed a pair of gloves across the space. "Let's see what you've got, Becky." Neither of them knew it yet, but that moment-that simple exchange in a run-down gym as the sun set over Bangkok-would change everything. Some fights you choose. Others choose you. And the most important ones? Those are the fights you face together.
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