Fuck I Can't! This Was Beautiful And I Have No Other Words For It. It Has Me Speechless. Poor Steve,

Fuck I can't! This was beautiful and I have no other words for it. It has me speechless. Poor Steve, I can't help but cry my eyes out for him. And Grace, shit her and Steve that made me smile. That was so adorable. Oh what I would give to see Steve Rogers holding a baby 🥺

But seriously, this was a angsty masterpiece. I think this has to be my favourite series. Thank you so much for writing! 💙

Show Me the Path of Love to Take (S.R.)

Type: A dad!Steve standalone or a part of the Melting Hearts ‘verse

Melting Hearts series (part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4) with Avenger!reader AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (in absentia) Word count: 3900

Summary: His whole focus was on the little movement of his fingers, the sensation of the chain and most importantly, the smooth metal of the ring. The engraving.

The only battle worth fighting …is the one fought together.

If that’s the truth… how do you fight the battle alone?

Warnings: mention of violence and death ( of the reader during labour, slightly graphic!) angst, talky talk, a baby, language

A/N: Yep, this one is angsty, not gonna lie. Can be read as a standalone, but will also be followed by two more dad!Steve standalones from the same ‘verse. If read as a part of Hell Froze Over, remember that it’s a flashforward.

Previous part (from Hell Froze Over/Meting Hearts verse)

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He didn’t leave their room for days.

Hell, he barely moved. He knew he should shower. Shave. Leave his damn hideout. Go see literally anyone – and one person in particular. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He could have felt the thirst or the hunger. The stiffness of his muscles caused by being in the same position too long. He was pretty sure that he would have been able to smell himself.

But his whole focus was on the little movement of his fingers, the sensation of the chain and most importantly, the smooth metal of the ring. The engraving. The last word of it, brining fresh tears to his eyes every so often.

Together.

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