in this light, i swear you’re mine

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/45140704.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F
Fandoms: The Last of Us (Video Games), The Last of Us (TV)
Relationships: abby/reader, Abby Anderson/Reader, Abby Anderson/Owen,
Abby/Owen (The Last of Us)
Characters: Abby (The Last of Us), Owen (The Last of Us), Reader, You
Additional Tags: gay people, Angst, sapphic longing, One-Sided Attraction, Longing,
Mutual Pining, hehe it’s secret, abby loves reader, reader loves abby, but
abby is having a sexuality crisis and the reader doesn’t know, heh
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-02-18 Words: 1,014 Chapters: 1/1
 in this light, i swear you’re mine
by butterflykissiies

Summary

best friends love each other but do best friends love each other like this?

Notes

ABBY MAKE BRAIN GO BRRRR

The day had come and went, casting a familiar haze onto the walls of your bedroom. The
large windows of the stadium rooms proved useful, showering your intertwined bodies with
the last haze of sun before the night's frost took over. It was times like these you wished the
days never ended, you wished the night never came. With the slow descent of the sun, you
saw the rift begin to pull the two of you apart, because every night like clockwork- she made
her way back to him.

“Abby..” You spoke, hand running through her honeyed waves as you felt her shift on your
chest. You loved her, in every sense of the word, which is why you’d taken to being the best
friend she needed. Though, now, the feeling had blossomed in your chest- making you want
to be much closer than friends.

The girl made a small noise of acknowledgement, her face buried in the fabric that covered
your stomach, muffling her words- if she spoke any.

It was moments like this where you thought, for just a second, that she loved you. Her body
was relaxed, full weight tossed upon you as if you were the only person in the world. She
hadn’t spoken in an hour, allowing the silence to fill the drift between the two of you,
something you’d noticed she couldn’t do with him. It was reserved solely for you. And as
much as it hurt, you soaked these moments up- taking the love she’d give you greedily. God
only knows when she’d take it away and trade it for the comfort of the man she called
boyfriend.

“I-..,” You couldn’t find the words to say to her, though you had so much to say. You wanted
to spit it all out, to tell her the depth of your devotion to her, to let her know that you would
always be hers. Even if she wasn’t yours. Your heart was trapped in a limbo, perpetually
captured by a girl who seemed to only have eyes for one other and wrapped up in these
moments of pure bliss that furthered your deluded imagination. “Nevermind.” You whisper in
defeat, not willing to risk the domesticity you’d become so familiar with.

How did it even come to this? How did you go from being friends to whatever this was? Just
a year ago you’d never imagined even being able to hug the wry girl but now here you were,
watching the sunset drop below the horizon with the girl so close she might as well have been
a part of you. It would never make sense to you, the pace in which you’d gained the trust and
love of someone so naturally off put by people. Maybe it was the whole reason you were
found by the washington liberation front, maybe it was some fucked up fate you’d been
allowed for the sins of your past. Whatever it was, you thanked it.

You always knew that somehow this would end in heartbreak, as you only were granted these
moments when Owen was away. When the dove in your arms felt free enough to fly home to
you. Was it real? You didn’t know and didn’t want to ask.

In the light of dusk, she was yours.

Abby shifted, turning enough to be able to look up at you with doe eyes. “I love you, (y/n). I
don’t know what I'd do without you.” She whispered, settling back in to rest on your soft
tummy. It was so simple with her, or at least it should’ve been, the love was so pure. You
couldn’t imagine anyone else being in a place you reserved so especially for her.

The words made your heart leap, and once she turned away, your eyes pricked with the
blossom of tears. As she rested upon you, you watched as her free hand toyed with the
necklace that Owen had gotten her for her birthday. You wanted her. You needed her. She was
so close but somehow still out of reach, yearning did nothing when the object of your
affections was actively thinking of someone else whilst with you. You tasted metal from how
hard you bit your tongue.

“I love you too, Abs.” Was all you could muster, chest slightly hiccuping as you bit back the
sobs that bubbled in you. You dared not disturb the girl, watching as her hand dropped to rest
upon your free one. It was so simple, but it filled your stomach with guilty knots. You spent
so long longing for her touch, only to get it and think of the man she had waiting for back in
her room. It made you sick to your stomach to think of how she loved him, how much he
took for granted as he complained about her excessive display of care. It made you so fucking
sick.

But right now, she was yours.

Softly leaning into your touch every time you ran a hand through her hair, sighing in
contentment as you drew tiny patterns into her exposed shoulders, murmuring small ‘i love
you’s’ as she fell in and out of sleep.

Before you knew it, the girl had begun letting out small snores, falling asleep and effectively
trapping you beneath her. Her back rose and fell with every breath she took, mesmerizing you
as you mapped out constellations her freckles had made a map of. It was as if her life story
was here, recorded in tiny brown dots along her rosy skin. It made you draw a soft breath as
you let your hand ghost over the spots, thinking of how much love you carried in the depths
of your heart for her. More love than she had freckles to account for.

The silver chain of her necklace caught your attention as you admired her, and for a moment
you wanted to laugh. Owen had gotten her silver. You never really paid much mind, but now
you wished you had.

Everyone knew that Abby Anderson wore gold.

Everyone but Owen.

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