ex-wife marzia bartalotti headcanons
angst, suggestive / Gas Station by slayyyter
< that night she took over talon, that was the final straw. your marriage to marzia had been distant and cold as her thirst for vengeance only grew insatiable.
< you remember the look on her face when you handed her the divorce papers. a part of you wanted to snatch it back from her hands, beg her to change, but you didn't recognize the woman you shared a bed with.
"...amore? this isn't what it is, sì?" "...i'm sorry. your tyranny on talon is scaring me, it's alarming. i know of your violence but... this isn't what your father would have wanted. i'm sure it's not what i want."
< you two didn't have children so the process was smooth and fast. you took off marzia's last name and claimed back your maiden name. you remember marzia's poorly-hidden cringe the first time she heard your maiden name in place of her name.
"well, my name is being changed back to my maiden name." "...your name sounds better with mine."
< if anyone asked, she would say she isn't upset. but honestly? she suppressed her true feelings. she knew you are the love of her life, and she let her relentless drive for vengeance overpower her devotion to you.
"ms. bartalotti, i recommend you seek help-" "shut the fuck up."
< the time away from you was the closest she's ever been to death, and she has fought the deadliest opponents. she performed weaker, couldn't hit the same punches, and your side of the bed remained empty and cold. she drank a bit more wine than usual with her meals, each sip a reminder of your absence.
< despite her erotic nature with you, she went celibate when you left. she committed to waiting for you to come back, even if it meant no sex for a prolongated amount of time.
< this woman was so confident you'd come back to her. she may make mistakes, but her intuition is undeniable.
< she "stumbled" upon you in your favorite grocery store. she was a stuttering mess. you looked as beautiful as the day she lost you.
"amore?" "marzia? what are you doing here? i thought you were in italy?" "just uh, business to take care of here." "...in this little town?" "...yes?"
< you invited her to come over to your new apartment. she said yes a little too fast.
"i got a new apartment after we divorced. would you like to... come over?" "YES."
< she finds herself being kissed by you on your doormat.
< after your hot and heavy reunion sex, she laid there, quiet and simply holding you. you were used to her immediately getting up to do whatever after each round of sex, so this behavior surprised you. you could swear you heard her hold back her silent cries.
"marzia? are you crying?" "hmm? what?.... n- no, just catching my breath."
< after some time, she gets up to clean you up and give you water. you both sit down on the bed, facing each other and facing the truth- you two shouldn't have divorced.
"i was wrong, i shouldn't have divorced you. i haven't stopped thinking about you. im sorry, marzia." "shh, shh. don't apologize, i shouldn't have let my rage take over my life. you, are my life."
< you didn't expect her to be so emotional. she broke down in tears when you agreed to give her another chance. she grabbed you into her strong arms with such a hold that took the breath from your lungs.
"o- oh, my god!.... th- thank you, thank you amore. you will not regret giving me another chance. i love you."
< you tell her your boundaries and requirements, and she passionately nods and agrees with everything you say.
"amore, i will do anything you want, anything you need. simply say or gesture, and you will have what you desire. including me."
< in a perfect world, you would have her give up all of the violence, but you learn its simply a part of her. she proves herself to you, prioritizing you over generic work stuff (even though nothing is generic about being a tyrant).