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Scars and Stitches, Chapter 22: Long Way Down Daryl X PlusSize!Reader (she/her)

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Chapter Summary: You and Daryl go home; things are worse than when you left Word Count: 2,500 Chapter Warnings: : Walker violence, human violence, blood. Canon-compliant Dale. 😭

Notes: Special Thursday update! Next few chapters are going to be rough. I'll try not to make you suffer too long. Character growth, hurt/comfort, all that jazz.

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For the next couple of days, you lived off what Daryl hunted and foraged. He showed you how to find a few edible mushrooms, and sometimes you even forgot about the world beyond your little cinderblock building. The night before you’d planned to go back to the farm, you and Daryl made love again. It was a blissful and satisfying as the first time, perhaps a little better.

The next day, you began your walk back to the farm. You hoped Shane had left, even if that meant Andrea had to leave, too. You didn’t want Daryl to have to fight off Shane ever again.

You and Daryl were walking hand-in-hand, about a half mile from the farm, when the first gunshot rang out.

Daryl instantly pulled you behind a tree and pushed you up against it. He pressed his body to yours, clearly trying to put himself between you and danger. You clutched at his vest, breathing rapidly. Walkers you could handle. Humans with guns? Probably not.

You both waited silently.

Suddenly, there were more gunshots. At the same time, you both realized the sounds were coming from the farm. As one, you leaped into action, heading for home.

After the first few steps, it was clear that Daryl could outrun you, but was holding back for your sake.

You stopped, making him turn around.

“You go on without me. I’ll catch up,” you told him.

Daryl furrowed his brow and gave a small shake of his head.

“They probably need you. I don’t right now.” You shoved his shoulder. “Go.”

Daryl’s chin quivered as his bangs fell over his eyes. With a small nod, he turned and broke into a sprint.

You took a few deep breaths. You knew the way home, and you set a brisk walking pace to get there as soon as you could.

The gunfire had stopped by the time you emerged from the woods and your campsite was in view. Then, you let yourself run, knowing you no longer needed to pace yourself when your destination was so near.

At your tent, you dropped off your pack full of scavenged food and first aid supplies and ran to the farmhouse.

The first thing you noticed was the pile of walkers outside the barn. The door had been hacked open. Nearby were Shane, Rick, T-Dog, and Daryl.

Next, you saw Dale, his body prostrate next to the RV, and from this distance, you were just able to see that part of his stomach was just gone. Andrea was kneeling next to him, her hand holding his, just like she had cradled Amy back at the quarry.

A choked sob ripped through you. Not Dale. You frantically looked around for the others. Maggie was crying on the porch, with Glenn holding her in his arms. Patricia, Jimmy, and Beth were huddled together, also crying. The kids, Lori, and Carol were missing, you thought, but then you spied Carl and Sophia peering through the screen door of the house.

Everyone was present except Hershel. Was he gone, too?

You found yourself stumbling toward Dale, vainly hoping you could save him, somehow.

Suddenly, Daryl’s arm was around you, sweeping you away from the RV, dragging you until you fell to the ground.

“Don’t look, Darlin’. Don’t look. You don’t need to see him.”

Your body was wracked with sobs. “He can’t be—he can’t be gone. What happened?”

Daryl sat and pulled you between his legs and held you close, rocking you as you bawled in his arms.

“Walker snuck up on him. He went real fast. Didn’t suffer long. We put ‘im down.”

You peered at Daryl. “You put him down, you mean?”

Daryl nodded, his eyes haunted, and you knew that even if Daryl wasn’t crying like you, he felt Dale’s loss as much as you did. You couldn’t get the image of Dale’s exposed insides out of your mind. You tried remembering his smile, his kind words, his calm sense of reason.

Dale was the best of you, and now he was gone. Forever.

Was this your fault? You should have never let Daryl leave the group. Maybe if he’d been here, Dale would still be alive. Maybe you’d overreacted to Shane the other day. You’d been so selfish to leave.

Your sobs begin anew, and you clutched at Daryl’s vest. “I’m sorry I let you leave them. They need you more than me. If we hadn’t left, Dale would still be here.”

Daryl cupped your chin and forced you to look at him. “This ain’t because of you. It’s the walkers’ fault. Shane’s fault ‘cause he’s in charge of keepin’ watch.”

“D-didn’t the walker come from the barn? We should have taken them down when Shane said.”

Daryl continued rocking you. “Walkers followed Maggie and Glenn here. Once they knew what was happenin’, they put them all down. While they were at it, Rick had Shane break into the barn. Just to be safe.”

It was almost too much to take in, but you had to trust that Daryl was right. He could be calm when you weren’t able, just as you were for him. You let him hold you, burying your head in his shoulder until your sobs became whimpers and finally ceased altogether.

Later, Maggie asked Glenn and Rick to find Hershel, and that’s when you learned the vet had stolen away to the bar in town. After Glenn and Rick left, you helped clean up the camp, by searching the walker bodies and helping dig Dale’s grave. You almost mindlessly followed around T-Dog or Daryl, knowing that while you were not nearly as strong as them, you could still help.

The camp was somber, and those who couldn’t keep watch began moving sleeping bags, cots, and mattresses into the farmhouse.

At one point, Andrea pressed Dale’s watch into your palm.

“Andrea,” you protested, “I can’t take this. You were closest to him.”

She shook her head. “I have his other things. I think he’d want you to have this.”

You nodded, a lump in your throat as you studied the watch face. You took a moment to figure out how to wind it up, and then you held it to your ear, letting the steady tick-tock, tick tock soothe you. Finally, you put it on your wrist along with your bracelet. It was a little loose on you, but not by much, and it dangled from your arm, almost comforting you with Dale’s memory.

That evening, Daryl was the first person to see Lori run from the house over to the parked cars. He was up in an instant, and, without thinking, you followed him.

You both caught up to the woman, and Daryl yelled, “You tryin’ to get yourself killed?”

“My husband is missing!” Lori cried.

You took a step toward Lori, approaching her slowly, and said, “Lori, Rick isn’t missing. He’s in town.”

She grabbed you by both shoulders. “I need him here! With me and Carl! I can’t do this without him!” She was hysterical, sobbing and making very little sense. Of all people, Rick would be fine.

Next to you, Daryl let out a short grunt. “Look at you. Tryin’ to run off an’ leave your kid alone in this world. Just ‘cause you’re worried about Rick? Try to think o’ someone else for once. Like your kids.”

His words shocked you. He’d never spoken that way to Lori, if he spoke to her at all. He was full of tension and fury, glaring at her.

Did he say kids?

Giving Daryl a concerned look, you turned your attention back to Lori.

“Look at me,” you said.

She did.

You pried her hands from your shoulders and held them. “I need you to take a deep breath. Just watch me.” You breathed in and out, exaggerating your breaths so Lori could follow along. You did this ten times, then said, “Good, Lori, you did real good.”

She was still crying, but was no longer hysterical, at least.

“You stay here, Lori. Daryl and I will both go. If anyone’s hurt, I’ll take care of them. The two of us stand the best chance of handling it. You have to stay here. Carl needs you more than Rick does.”

Lori relented, handing you the car keys. You gave them to Daryl, and he pocketed them.

After seeing Lori back into the house, you and Daryl each got your weapons and packs. Then, Daryl led you to his motorcycle.

As you climbed on behind him, you asked, “What was that all about? Why did you yell at her?”

He glanced at you over his shoulder. “She’s pregnant.”

A bolt of worry struck you. To be pregnant, in this mess, would be horrifying. But that still didn’t explain his outburst. “And that pissed you off?”

He clenched his jaw, eyes filling with fury again. “Later,” he grumbled, and started the engine.

It was dusk by the time you and Daryl got to town. You left the bike a few blocks away from main street, both of you uneasy and on guard. Daryl led the way to the center of town, and you soon spotted Rick and Hershel’s vehicles, parked at the bar across the street. You and Daryl were about to cross when you heard a car coming down the road. Immediately, you both retreated through the broken window of a nearby storefront.

Once you were inside, Daryl gripped your shoulders and guided you to stand with your back to the wall, just beside the window. Then, he knelt below the window, took out his crossbow and pointed it outside.

Back pressed against the wall, you waited and listened. You heard voices, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Soon, Daryl held up three fingers. Perhaps too many for him to handle on his own, then.

With Daryl still watching out the window, you crept your way along the wall, past the front door, and to another broken window that faced the street. There, you took the same position as Daryl had. Could you bring yourself to shoot another human? You seriously doubted it.

Outside, you saw three men, each armed with a rifle. They wandered down the street and back again. Two of them were older—about your age—then a younger one, was closer to Maggie’s age. After their trip down the street, they came to a stop at the bar.

You steadied yourself, sitting on your knees, chin against your bow, eye looking down the sights of your weapon.

Suddenly, the men were shouting, and the biggest one pushed open the door. Immediately the door slammed shut. You realized your friends were likely on the other side of it. The strangers now had their guns pointed at the door, shouting at Rick and the others to come out, demanding to see Dave and Tony.

Your grief over Dale resurfaced, and you saw him half eaten and gone. You couldn’t lose anyone else. You wouldn’t.

A bolt from Daryl’s crossbow tore through the air, hitting the largest man square in the back of the head. Your hands trembled as you listened to Daryl cock and reload his bow. The remaining two men turned; their weapons now aimed in your direction.

Had they spotted you? Had they spotted Daryl? On instinct, you trained your bow on the older of the two. You watched as he adjusted his aim, now pointing his rifle at the other window, at Daryl.

It would only take a single bullet to kill the man you loved.

Without another thought, you exhaled all the breath from your lungs, and pulled the trigger on your crossbow. The bolt hurtled through the air, as if in slow motion, before finally impaling itself through the man’s throat. You’d missed, and instead of being killed instantly, the man fell to the ground, writhing and clutching at his neck. Blood spurted from the wound, immediately covered his fingers, and pooled beneath him. Nausea swept through you, but you couldn’t look away. Instead, you were frozen in place.

The next thing you knew, another bolt left Daryl’s window, this time finding its mark in the youngest man’s knee.

The boy crumpled to the ground, dropping his rifle and yelling in pain.

The door to the bar flew open, and Rick came into view. Without a glance in your direction, he clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth and dragged him inside, the bolt still jammed in his leg.

You sank down, shaking all over and losing your grip on your crossbow. It clattered loudly onto the floor beside you.

As soon as Rick dragged the kid inside, Daryl tiptoed his way to you. He never expected you to leave his side, never expected you to use your bow at all. But you had. And you’d probably saved his life.

He found you sitting beneath the window. When you saw him, you shot up to your feet, swiping at your eyes.

He reached for you, but you held up your hands, warding him off.

“I’m okay. I just…I need a minute.”

Daryl knew you weren’t okay. You’d just killed someone, and you were shaking like an autumn leaf clinging to a tree. How he wished you hadn’t done it, hadn’t needed to do it.

Now, all he could do was accept that it’d happened, accept it would probably happen again. This was the world now.

He picked up your bow, cocking and loading it while you gripped the windowsill behind you and breathed heavily. Although he badly wanted to hold you, he would respect your need for space, as you always respected his.

After a moment, you took your bow and slung it over your shoulder. Then you reached for him, grabbing the front of his shirt as you often did, and burying your face in his chest. He held you close with one arm; his other still held his crossbow.

Your voice was muffled as you said, “We had to do it, right? It was us or them?”

“Yeah, it was.”

You looked up at him, unspent tears in your eyes. “I missed. Took him a long time to go.”

Daryl shouldered his crossbow and put his hand on your head. “It’s alright. You did what you had to. Probably saved me, saved Rick an’ them, too.”

You took a deep breath, nodding as you pulled away from him.

Daryl took your hand, then led you out of the store and across the street.

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Chapter 22: It’s Called The Force

(Part 1)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, death threats

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: This chapter was too long for tumblr so I had to cut it into two parts - sorry!! There’s a link to part 2 at the end of this chapter for seemless reading :)

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Your blood runs cold.

You’re left paralysed with fear as unknown blaster fire echos through the trees一Grogu is on the ship.

Forgetting about the moment completely, you and Din shoot up from the rock and bolt towards the forest. There's no telling if the blaster fire is from a friendly neighbour practicing in the woods or a bounty hunter. At this moment, you don’t care. You need to get to the kid.

Both of you knew when you took him that life would never get easy. Not that it ever was before一especially not for Din一but you knew there was never a chance of it ever getting easier. Of reaching a sense of security and peace.

You want to kick yourself for convincing yourself otherwise. You developed a love for someone who is being hunted and while you would never give him up for anything一the terror running through your veins is agonizing.

You’re almost at the ship. It’s no question that Din is faster than you一there’s no competition一and it shows now. His strides far surpass yours and carry him closer to the ship until suddenly, he stops, turning just enough to catch your waist as you run past him to pull you both behind a tree.

“Wha一Din一what are you doin一” You struggle against him but his vice grip around you has your back pressed firm to his chest, hand reaching up around you to hold over your mouth.

“Shhh.” He continues to hold the leather of his glove to your face, silencing you. “Imps.”

You aren't able to say anything with his hand over your mouth but your eyes widen in realization. Now that you’re not actively fighting him, he loosens his grip enough for you to pull away and peek around the tree. To your horror一imperial stormtroopers surround the Razor Crest. Blasters raised and pointed at the closed ramp.

“Shit!” You hiss, turning back to him and hiding behind the tree once again. “What do we do?!”

He’s quiet一probably the worst possible time for him to choose to be silent.

“Din!” You shove him in the shoulder, needing him to have a plan. Finally, the helmet turns to you, but you don’t have much optimism for the next words out of his mouth.

“My blasters are on the ship.” Fuck.

“W-What?” You can’t believe the words he’s saying. Din. The Mandalorian. Doesn’t have his blasters or a plan.

“I left my blasters on the ship.” He repeats himself as you stare at him with your jaw slack.

“What?! Of course, this is the one time you don’t have a blaster with you!” You whisper-yell at him, not wanting to alert the Imps to your presence but dumbstruck all the same.

Hands on your head as you rack your brain for what to do, Din is equally as clueless. You’ve delt with stormtroopers before一more than the couple dozen surrounding your ship now一but you had help then. It’s just you and him now.

Finally, his head flicks over to you as if he’s had an idea.

“You need to use your powers.” He says point-blank and your eyes widen in disbelief.

There is no way you’re ready for that. Sure, you can dodge him with the help of the force, but taking on a squad of stormtroopers is far outside your capabilities.

“It’s called the force, Din, and no, I can’t.”

You’re completely serious. This is something you’re not ready for. But, the baby is in danger and you need to pull yourself together. You don’t understand how this could have happened. How they found you一

The flower.

In the midst of everything you realize your mistake. One that Din had called you out for but was ignored because you were so sure it was fine. You used the force in Andui and in doing so exposed you and the child.

You put him in danger.

“I did this.” You breathe. So quiet he easily could have missed it but his head snaps to you.

“What?”

“I did this. They’re here because of me.” You sob dry tears of anger at your own stupidity. “Shit一we should have gone when you said. I’m so sorry一”

“Stop.” His hands are on your shoulders in a flash, holding you steady, snapping you back to him. “Don't do that. It’s...it’s not your fault. We can still fix this.”

“There is an entire platoon of soldiers out there.” In most circumstances, your blind faith in him comes easy. Capable一he always seems to know what to do. Yet, this is out of his control and you know it.

“All I need is a blaster.” He says一you’re almost not sure if he’s speaking to you or himself but when he drops his arms, you realize there really is only one option.

“Kriffing mu一okay一wait here.” You battle yourself for a second before making up your mind.

“Wai一hold on. Where are you going?” He grabs your arm before you can take a step and even with the absolute paralyzing fear scratching through your veins一you try to make light.

“I’m gonna use my powers.” At the cross between a joke and genuine plan一he let's go of your arm. You almost wish he was planning to stop you.

“Be careful.” He gives you a quick nod before you give him a nervous laugh in response.

“Always am.” With that, you turn and leave the shelter of the tree. Still out of the view of the stormtroopers who surround the ship a few yards away, you weave your way through the trees while keeping low to the ground.

You don’t need to travel far before you find a tree suitable for climbing. Hoisting yourself up one large branch, you rest your stomach on the wood, kicking your leg over until your sitting on it. Standing and reaching for the next one, you continue the process until you begin to move to the next tree一close enough to allow for you to tree hop.

This allows you to get closer to the target without being seen. You have to admit一it’s a challenge. You’re not exactly a pro climber一never climbing more than rocks back on Arvala-7. Still, you seem to have the hang of it.

Finally close enough, you spot the farthest trooper from the group. Positioned at the back where no one has eyes on him. You crouch on the thick branch to allow your hands to be tree of the trunk.

Focusing on the white armored trooper, you hold both your hands out. This has to be fast. He can’t make a sound.

All at once, you grab him with the force一pulling him backward while simultaneously silencing him from yelling to alert the other troopers. He fights back against nothing, pulling up grass and dirt as his body is dragged along the forest ground.

Finally, he reaches the tree you know Din is positioned behind and you release your hold on him. While you can’t see him一view obstructed by trees一within seconds you know it worked. One single blaster shot to the head with his own blaster and the trooper is gone, Din emerging from the tree with the trooper’s blaster in hand.

Unspoken plan now in motion一the blaster fire alerting the other stormtroopers of his presence一you strip another trooper of his blaster, sending it to Din who catches it.

Din is like a machine. It’s not often you see him like this. In the zone. Doing what he does best as he cuts through the platoon like nothing一one man against an empire.

Firing with stellar aim, using falling troopers as shields while the rest fall in line. Reliable beskar reflecting plasma in every other direction一each hit resulting in no more than a slight jolt in his posture一barely a pebble throw.

You’re his eyes in the sky. A beam of plasma headed a little too close to his neck or joint一you’re sending it the other way. A trooper too close for comfort一you’re chucking them backwards along with their blaster.

It’s when he’s nearly at the door of the ship that you leave your secure position一climbing down through the branches and holding your hand out一a blaster rushing toward your hand from the ground.

Now completely exposed, you start firing一having the advantage of all eyes on the obvious threat of the Mandalorian一you sneak up behind. Back shot after back shot until you’re almost there一

“Shit!” You wince as white hot pain streaks through your side一plasma having skimmed your hip and cut open your shirt.

Din hears your cry from across the clearing一head whipping toward the sound of you in pain and spotting the culprit immediately一he doesn't have time to raise his blaster at the bastard before you’ve beat him to it.

Pissed from the pain shooting up your side, you aim a head shot at the trooper advancing on you.

Clutching your side, you continue to push through until you’ve met with him halfway. He grabs your arm, pushing you behind him while he continues to fire.

“Get inside the ship!” He yells at you as you fire from behind him一using him as the convenient beskar shield he’s providing.

“But, you一”

“Now!” He doesn't even begin to listen to your fault in his plan.

Left with no alternative, you retreat back toward the ship, the ramp opening instantly一he must’ve had time to hit the button on his vambrace amidst the fighting.

Running up the ramp, you waste no time bolting to the little white egg一opening it to reveal a very concerned baby. Scooping him up in your arms with no explanation, you start climbing up the ladder to the cockpit.

One arm climbing with a blaster wound to the hip is a challenging and painful task, but the adrenaline keeps you moving. Strapping Grogu into his seat hurriedly, you start the engines一preparing for flight.

Din doesn't have his jetpack on. He needs to figure out a way to get on this ship if he doesn't get on the ramp now. You slowly start to pull up一not wanting to get too high to make it impossible for him to jump.

Shit一neither of you thought this through. You have no visual on him. No means of communication. All you have is the console in front of you beeping一screaming at you一telling you just how bad the ship is taking hits.

Then suddenly, a static cracks to life on the console instead of beeping.

“GO! NOW! PULL UP!” Din’s voice yells through the comm on the ship and you immediately press the responding switch.

“Are you on the ship?! Where一” You begin to ask but the static screams to life again.

“YES! GO!” That’s all you need from him.

Gripping the controls you slam on the throttle and send the ship lurching. The damage is bad. It doesn't take a mechanic to recognize that. The integrity of one of the engines is impossibly low while the other stands at a solid forty percent. Barely enough to push through hyperspace一but that is far form your greatest concern at the moment.

Two imperial ships are on your tail as you continue to rise through the air一trees becoming smaller and smaller under you. It’s when they start firing that you begin to swerve the ship. This is more than you’re prepared for. Din taught you how to fly the ship一not escape一definitely not evade imperial gunships.

“Din! I need you up here now!” You yell through the comm一making a mental note of getting a comm to keep on your person.

“A little busy at the moment.” The strain in his voice is evident as wind rushes through the broken sound.

“Where are一Are you on the ship?” You’re distracted, flying the ship while literally being gunned down, yet you’re zeroed in on his unknown location.

“Yes一I’m on the ship.” He mumbles and you nearly pass out.

“Are you inside the ship?” You ask again.

Silence.

“Din! Get in here!” You yell through the comm一mortified that your sporadic flying to avoid being gunned down mid air could have resulted in him falling off the side of the fucking ship.

Finally, you hear a thunk in the hull of the ship, followed by heavy boots climbing the ladder. When the door opens and he walks through一fucking breathless一you nearly rip him to pieces.

“What the fuck, Din?! You could have fallen to your death out there!” Plasma shoots past the left window, forcing you to lurch the controls to the right一nearly knocking him over and you out of your seat.

“It wasn't ideal.” He mutters, straightening himself out. “Easy一she’s an old ship.”

“She’s is a pile of junk一but she’s my pile of junk I know inside and out一I know what she can handle.” You conclude, continuing to rise up through the atmosphere until finally, Din interjects.

“Move.” He nudges your arm and you do as your told一scooting to the side and allowing his hands to cover yours on the controls before slipping them out from under his.

Once completely out of the way一he takes on a whole new tactic.

“Strap in. Now.” He doesn't bother looking over his shoulder一you’re already reaching for the strap to pull across your lap.

Once secure and the pressure is off you一you turn to check on your baby. Strapped in and looking around with big eyes. Not scared in the slightest一maybe a little concerned一but not enough to wreck the ride on the Crest.

With a massive jolt of the ship and a million different alarms beeping一you know you’ve just been hit again一this time worse. The ride is rocky now一the entire ship rattling as it flies at twice it's usual cruising speed.

The darkness of space overcomes you一but you’re not safe yet. You know they’re on your tail. The plasma is a definite indicator一but the warnings emitting from the console are concerning.

“Hyperdrive. Now.” You’re not sure why he hasn't yet一it being the only way to get out of this alive.

“I don’t think一” Both of you know it’s risky considering how much damage you’ve sustained一but there's no other choice.

“She can take it. Do it.”

Flexing his shoulders the way he always does before doing something he knows could end badly一he inputs coordinates and reaches for the leaver. Pushing it forward and sending the ship forward through the stars.

The lurch jolts you back against the seat一wind knocked out of you and doubling the burning sensation in your side. The stars streak overhead and for one blissful second一you consider that you’re finally free of them.

Then the sick feeling begins to grow in your gut. Sure, you’re free of them now. You got away almost unscathed. But, you’ll never truly be free. There is never a reality where they won’t be after you and the child.

That sickness is replaced once again by agonizing pain in your side. Clutching at your side一red painting your hand一you groan at the pain. This makes him turn from the console一the ship now in autopilot as you escape through the safely of hyperspace一no longer in danger.

“You’re hurt.” He moves forward, instantly kneeling in front of you. Taking your hand gently, he pulls it away from your side to reveal your injury.

“It just stings.” You hiss through your teeth. A lie, but you’ve never been one to admit to pain. That’s one thing you have in common with the bounty hunter.

“You need a bacta shot.” He states, pulling back your bloodstained shirt which makes you chuckle一painfully.

“You have that lying around?”

It’s futile. You both know it. Bacta is not easy to come by these days, especially when you’re wanted. He considers you for a moment before tapping your knee.

“Take off your shirt. I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way to the ladder before climbing down. Sighing, you do as your told一stripping from the tattered shirt and leaving yourself in a cropped undershirt.

“Don’t worry, bug.” You give Grogu the most comforting smile you can when you notice him staring at you in concern. “I’m fine.”

Using the ruined material from your discarded shirt, you press the cleanest side to your tender flesh. Hissing at the contact一you hold pressure while waiting for Din to return. You have to bite the back of your hand to avoid whimpering.

A tug at your pant leg alerts you to Grogu’s presence, pulling himself into your lap. Once situated in your lap, he looks up at you with a tilt of the head.

“Hey, kid.” You mutter, pulling your hand away from your mouth. When his little claw reaches out to touch the hand covering your wound一you let him pull it away from you side.

Eyes wide一you watch as he returns his hand to your side, hovering just above your reddened skin. The door to the cockpit suddenly slides open, but Grogu doesn't move or break his concentration from you.

“What’s he一” Din begins to ask as he approaches your side with a damp rag and small med-kit.

“Shhh.” A whisper of a plea brushes your lips as you watch the baby. In your lap, attempting the very thing you watched him achieve on Karga all those months ago back on Nevarro.

Then, suddenly, a warm comfort spreads from your hip, up through your chest. Strained breathing becomes calm and your tensed muscles relax. Slouching over in your seat as your eyes close, Din’s hand shoots to your shoulder, squeezing.

“Hey, hey, stay awake.” His voice rumbles comfortingly through the modulator and you sigh with a nod as your skin weaves itself back together. No more pain.

You open your eyes to Grogu looking right back at you. His own lids heavy now. You look down at your side that once sported a heated gash一now holding no more than a long scar from stomach to hip.

“Thank you.”

A million words are said with that. They don’t need to be said. The connection shared between you providing more than words ever could. It’s now that he lets himself go. Eyes growing heavy and curling up in your lap to sleep.

Din kneels beside you now. You turn to look into the black visor. Covering the man you almost got to see. You’re not sure what saddens you more. That the moment between you was ruined一or that you just lost your home again.

His hands lifts and cups your cheek, fingers curling around the back of your neck while his thumb brushes your cheekbone tenderly.

“Don’t do that again.” His words are tense一threatening to break with just a single crack.

“I didn't want to get shot.” You tease一but it's light and your usual grin isn't present. You just gaze back at him.

“Still.” He mumbles and you nod as his thumb moves back and forth across your skin.

More beeping. Both of you turn from each other to the console.

“Oh, shit.” You curse yourself for the moment of weakness that resulting in you forgetting the very real problem with the ship. “We need to land.”

He stands from his kneeling position beside you and walks over to the console, clicking the navigator to life and presenting you both a map. This time around you don’t have the luxury of choices and need the closest habitable planet.

“If we want to stay under the radar一there isn't much.” He announces, flipping around the map as you read intently.

“What about that?” You ask, pointing to the nearest planet on the map. “Nal Hutta?”

“No. We’d be eaten alive.” He speaks as if the planet puts a bad taste in his mouth. “Bespin?”

“That’s too far out of our way. The engines are barely working at thirty percent collectively.” You explain, continuing to stare at the hologram. “There. Lothal.”

He follows your gaze and enlarges the planet you named. Checking for records of population density, native species, and common business on the planet, you wait for him to determine if it’s the best option.

“Okay.” He nods, clicking the map away and settling into his chair. “Hold on.”

Lothal is...a sight.

Crowded along the docks with busy people at work. You notice that there’s a gray tone to the world一almost like rose coloured glasses, but depressing.

Smells of salt water and fishing equipment stain the air. It’s really not much to look at, but technically, that’s good for you three considering you’re meant to stay under the radar.

Honestly, the ship is in worse condition than the planet. Nearly falling apart after the rumble with the squad of stormtroopers. Nothing you can’t fix or haven't fixed before一but it’s going to be a big job. One that will take far longer than you want to be stuck on this planet for.

“No, it’s一No一I told you that is not how, ugh, just一” Attempting to brush away the dock hands eager to make some extra credits is turning out to be quite a challenge.

You’ve been working on the engines that had been blown by the imperial ships which has proven difficult considering the lack of equipment provided in this sector of the planet.

Keeping the hands of others off your ship has also become a priority一you can’t help the frustration when others try to fix the ship you’ve adopted as your own.

Every other minute another one pops up to offer their services一attempting to fix the ship. You don’t mind the help一you do mind their ‘fix now, pay later’ tactic to rack up their price. So, you’ve settled on doing it yourself一shooing away your last hope at good help.

“Okay, listen, this is my ship. Go find someone else to bother!” You finally tell the mechanic off when he starts to speak in a language you don’t understand. At the tone in your voice, he takes the hint and backs away.

View now unblocked, you see Din walking over to you.

“I’m going to take a look around.” He says, placing the child in his crib by your side as you wipe the sweat from your brow.

“Is that not what you’ve been doing?” You nearly laugh一having lost track of time while working on the ship.

“Yeah...but I’ll be out of ear shot.” He clarifies, pulling something out of his pocket and handing it to you. “Use this if you need me.”

It’s a comm link, small enough for a little piece of rope to be fed through一creating a functional and practical comm bracelet. You consider teasing him for making you what one could only reference as a bounty hunter friendship bracelet, but decide against it when you notice his posture is stiffer than usual一which is saying something.

“Thanks.” You slip it over your wrist. A little extra give一but it fits. “We’ll be here.”

He gives you a short nod, glancing at the kid quickly before turning一cloak flapping slightly from the breeze as he makes his way through the crowd. Turning to the kid who looks up at you with big eyes and a tilted head, you smirk.

“Just us, kiddo. Anyway, I’m sure you’re better help than anyone here.” Shrugging, you hand him a harmless tool to entertain himself with before you continue with your work.

It’s night when he returns.

After so long spent together without his usual buffers of time spent away on hunts一having him gone for so long felt odd.

Even before, when he would leave for long periods of time, he would always tell you how long he would be gone. Which means being gone this long was not part of his plan. That was the only part that worried you.

But, you see the familiar shine of beskar from across docks一less crowded now that everyone has gone home for the night一making his way over to where you and the child sit on the ramp of the ship. Cloak over your shoulders to shield you from the night cold一arms crossed over your knees while the child sits leaning against your side.

“It’s late.” You point out once he’s in front of you, looking down一you can’t tell if guiltily.

“I know.” Yup一he sounds guilty.

“Grogu’s hungry. We don’t have any rations left.” You explain while standing up slowly, keeping your eyes on his visor.

“We’ll find something.” He motions for you to collect the kid一which you do一before settling a hand on your back as you walk.

“Where were you?” Not wanting to sound nosey or needy一you attempt to sound casual. You are genuinely just curious. When he hesitates, it only intrigues you more.

“About that,” He stops walking suddenly and you turn to him. “I ran into...Mandalorians.”

“You did?!” You can’t help your eyes from widening as you realize the gravity of Din finding more of his kind. “T-That’s great. How?”

“Had a run in with some locals一they showed up.” His voice sounds odd. Unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before but you can’t put a finger on it.

You assumed he would be thrilled to meet other Mandalorians after what happened to his covert. But, he doesn't sound thrilled. He almost sounds...conflicted.

“Lucky you.” Your voice is unsure but you try to keep it upbeat. He isn't looking at you but he nods once.

“Yeah.” He then looks at you again. “They, uh, they don’t know about you or the child.”

“Okay.” You give him a soft smile in reassurance.

You don’t mind that he didn't mention you two. This is a big deal一the child and you were far from the first point of interest. Yet, he still seems unsure. Distant. As if something is still nagging at him.

You hold out your hand for him to take, which he does without hesitation, before you continue your walk. It’s silent. Unlike the deliberate silence that usually surrounds you two一this is something different.

He still holds onto your hand, tighter than usual, but you can tell he wants to say something more.

Never, in all your time with Din have you ever felt unsafe.

Even when you had only just met him after saving him from the blurrg一when he watched you like a hawk while walking back to the farm一when you fought side by side at the nikto base. You always knew with him beside you一nothing could harm you.

So the strange sensation of unease doesn't fully click until you see a figure through the darkness. You continue to walk beside him as if you saw nothing. The dim orange glow from dock lamps is the only light you get as Din guides you.

He hasn't even turned his head一continuing to look straight ahead as if nothing is amiss. You trust him and if he’s unconcerned, you feel safe.

But, your steps falter as you notice more figures appearing from all sides. You can’t help but squeeze his hand to let him know you’re worried.

“Din.” You mumble, looking around nervously as local Quarren begin to form a blockade around you. Obviously threatening as they tighten the space.

“Hey!” A deep voice calls out from the darkness not illuminated by a dock lamp. Fortunately, the cloak over your shoulders allows for a curtain to block the child in your arms一shielded from the potential threat. “You...you killed my brother.”

At this you react. You tried to keep a stoic face一but without a helmet shielding your expressions, they can see everything. Your eyes widen and you instinctively pull yourself closer to Din一him taking one step in front of you.

“A run in with some locals?” You hiss an echo of his previous choice of words through your teeth, but he doesn't answer you. That was more than a run in.

“Let us pass.” His voice betrays no emotion but the Quarren only chuckles.

“I don’t think you understand.” He speaks while you notice another off to the side aiming a blaster at you. “You killed my brother...and now...I’m gonna kill your girl.”

His hand let's go of yours, instead pushing you behind him fully while he reaches down for his own blaster. With so many blasters trained on him一he knows he can’t pull it out without risking them firing一and you don’t have beskar.

“Last chance.” He says, voice still unwavering. You never understand how he can do that. “Let us pass.”

“I was planning to just kill you.” The Quarren doesn't seem affected by Din’s threat. Continuing to step forward. “But, things have a funny way of working out. Now, I can kill her in front of you. Slowly.”

Din doesn't even have a chance to react to that like you’re sure he was about to一a second later there are three Mandalorians lowering to the ground with their jetpacks. Positioned around you like a shield一the Quarren have no chance.

“He didn't kill your brother.” One of the two woman speaks. Voice laced with a venom you’ve never heard before. “I did.”

All four Mandalorians unsheath and fire their blasters before the Quarren can even comprehend what she had just revealed to him. The bodies surrounding you drop like flies and suddenly the burden is lifted.

Looking to your left, you see Din with his blaster raised一the distraction of the other Mandalorians gave him the perfect opportunity to draw his own weapon and fire.

Suddenly in the clear, the darkness becomes quiet and the unfamilers helmets all turn to settle on you. Being the only person with a readable expression, you’re a little awkward.

You’d come to be comfortable around Din. Even with the helmet covering his face, you know him well enough that emotion plays through his voice一even in the way he stands. You have no idea how to read these Mandalorians. Eying you up like fresh meat.

“You didn't mention you had company.” The same woman speaks, visor dipping down just slightly to look you over, causing you to fidget slightly.

“Uh, hi.” You greet before introducing yourself and fortunately, she nods her head in recognition.

“I am Bo-Katan. We were just about to ask your friend here to join us for a drink.” She tilts her head, “Maybe I’ll have better luck with you.”

The sound of her voice seeming to acknowledge Din with more judgment than to you.

You’re not entirely sure what she means by that. From what you know about Mandalorians, they cannot show their faces to anyone一other than their spouse...or riduur as Din had called it一so the proposition of a drink confuses you.

Of course Din wouldn't accept a drink一why would they be offering?

Then, shocking you to your core. Bo-Katan lifts her helmet from her head. You can feel Din tense beside you, but he remains silent. In the dark, her features are harder to make out, but you can tell she has auburn hair and sharp features.

You almost want to look away in respect, but her quizzical look on you keeps your eyes forward. It’s like she's waiting for you to react.

“We, uh, we were just looking for a place to eat一” You try to filter the surprise out of your voice as you continue the previous thought and by the look on her face, she seems to accept it.

“You’ll join us.” It’s not a question or an offer.

It just...is.

Part 2

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Chapter 21

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You wake up feeling sore all over your body. From top to bottom- it just feels painful. Even opening your eyes seems like a difficult task. But you somehow did.

It takes a while for you to adjust your vision although it is very dim in the room. The next thing you notice is cold fingers wrapped against yours when you try to move yours. That’s when you tilt your head very slightly and glance down to see your husband fast asleep, his free hand beneath his head as a pillow.

You want to call out to him but realize you don’t have a voice. So you result to moving your fingers several times to wake him up.

His eyebrows gather in a frown before he finally opens his eyes. When he lifts his gaze to look at you, he blinks several times.

“Y/N…?” He asks, as if unsure whether you’re really awake. Then he blinks again rapidly before leaning forward and caressing your cheeks with his fingers. “Oh God, oh God you’re really awake.”

You could almost swear that his eyes glisten a little. “You’re fine.. you’re fine..” he says repetitively as his fingers gently squeeze yours.

“W.. water..” you manage to choke out.

Jimin lifts himself immediately and quickly fetches a glass of water. You try to sit up but ends up letting out a whimper when jarring pain shoots across your shoulder.

“No, wait..” he reaches forward like he’s going to embrace you and it’s embarrassing how you feel your heartbeat starts to pick up quickly. He helps you sit up gently and arranges the pillow behind your back for you to lean back comfortably. Then he helps you to drink from your glass.

You let out a long breath once you’re finally done and your throat doesn’t burn so much. You look at your husband and he just shifts uncomfortably.

“You’re so pale.” He says and watch your face registers surprise.

“How- how long have I been out?”

“Almost a week.” He says with a clench in his jaw. Then he reaches forward again, fingers reaching up to lightly push several strands of hair behind your ear. His face is so near and your heart starts beating wildly against your ribs before suddenly the image of him carving your brother’s face and shooting him without mercy comes into your mind. Almost automatically, you jerk away from him. The whole thing had been so traumatising and you’re still very terrified of him.

He flinches when he sees you pull away from his touch like a burn. His expression hard. Then he sighs and pulls back from touching you.

Unconsciously, you pull your blanket tighter. “W-what happened to me?”

He hesitates before answering. “Someone tried to shoot me but missed and the bullet hit you instead. It grazed your shoulder.”

You touch your bandaged shoulder mindlessly. All images of the night in the warehouse then comes hitting you like a truck and suddenly it’s all too overwhelming. Your fingers grip your blanket a little too harshly. “Y- you didn’t have to kill him.” You say softly.

His expression turns furious instantly. “I did. Fullstop. And if it were to happen again, I’d do it all over again.”

You flinch at his words.

“Fuck. I’m- I’m sorry, I- I can’t let him go. Not after what he did to you.” He says softly.

You swallow thickly.

“I.. thank you for saving me..”

He lets out a sigh. “I.. just couldn’t bear the thought of you.. lying there.. you really scared me back there.”

Your gaze softens. “That’s what you do for love. Get hurt for them.. Instead of them.” The words are out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

He looks at you in horror and you bite your lip while muttering sorry.

“No that’s not it… I..” he sigh. You watch his pained expression as he carefully chooses his words. “When we were back there.. and when those bastards touch you.. I was in rage. I.. I wanna tear them apart, limb to limb.”

“You care for me.” You say quietly. You know for a fact that he does. In his own twisted way.

He looks straight at you. “I do.”

For the first time since you wake up, you feel like crying.

“Y/N.” He calls. His expression serious and you find yourself immersed in his piercing stare. You swallow as you look at him expectantly. “Let’s.. start over. Do you want to.. start over.. with me?” He asks and it’s the first time you’ve seen him look so unsure of himself.

You continue to stare at him. A thousand words crossing through your mind but none comes out of your lips.

He swallows. “I.. I care about you. A lot. And I don’t know if this feeling is love or.. not.. but I’m gonna try.. for us.”

Is it weird that you just somehow know Jimin cares for you before he even says it out loud? It’s a foreign feeling for him but you know it better.

But for now, it’s good enough. It’s all that you could ever want. For him to open up and let you in.

Because you want to fill him with warmth and embrace every part of him.

You feel a tear dropping.

“So.. what do you say?”

And suddenly your tears turn into sobs as you frantically nod. His eyes glisten when he sees you breaking into tears and he instinctively leans forward, pulling you gently into a hug. His lips find your forehead and he kisses it tenderly.

“I’m so sorry for everything..” he says softly.

And for a long moment, he just lets you cry on his shoulders.

The doctor comes to check up on you, explains to you of all the side effects you might be having, gives plenty of lectures to your husband and you find it funny how he just sit through it like an adolescent child being told off. Later that evening, you sit in silence as you watch your husband brings you a tray of chicken porridge. You’ve fallen asleep after crying so hard and only wakes up now with your stomach grumbling.

Jimin feeds you the porridge and brings you water every now and then and you just sit in silence as you study his face.

It’s very weird to have him tending to you like this. Like he didn’t just make a killing spree which includes your own brother and the memory makes you recoil. You try to take the spoon saying you’ll feed yourself only to earn a glare from your husband.

When you’re done, he cleans it up and comes back to sit on the chair beside your bed. His fingers find you immediately and you find it weird how it feels so right and natural against yours when in fact you didn’t have much memory of holding his hands.

Unconsciously, your fingers reach to your neck to find your ring and you feel your heart dropping when you realize it’s not there. Jimin sees the look of panic in your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“My- my necklace. Oh my god, my ring-”

His shoulders visibly relax. “Ssh.. relax. It’s in a safe place.” He squeezes your fingers.

And that’s when you notice he doesn’t wear his as well and your look of terror reappear in a speed of light. He’s always worn his ring and you wonder if something went wrong. “Jimin you- you‘re not wearing your ring too oh God- oh God we’re- we’re still married right? Y-you didn’t divorce me or something right??” You ask frantically in utter panic.

He just chuckles. “Relax Y/N.. shh.. I was gonna wait till you’re better but at this rate I think you might die from heart attack. Of course we’re still married, you idiot. I.. I just thought that the rings.. is like the worse part of our marriage.. and they’re all just bad memories for you.. and I want to make it all better for you, so I plan to get new ones and wanted to keep it a secret.. but I guess it’s no longer a secret.” He grins.

You swallow as your fingers play with his, tracing the slight mark left by the ring on his fourth finger. “I… I like the rings.. it means you’re taken..”

He grins even wickedly. “Don’t worry. No one has come for my hand in marriage in the span of two days I don’t wear my ring.” He winks.

He freaking winks.

You blush crazily.

Silence settles again between the two of you before you speak up.

“I.. thought you didn’t care about me..” you say quietly.

“Is that why you went out without security??” He bursts out.

You slowly nod.

“Do you know how fucking stupid that is?” He snaps and you flinch. “Damn it, if you’d just told me.. I would’ve.. given you time.. or space from me or whatever you want. But you decided to escape security, pack your bags and leaves a stupid fucking note saying you’re sorry without any sort of explanation and then just disappears. Did you have a death wish or something??”

You blanch at his words and looks down immediately. It’s not even two hours before he says he’s trying to fix ‘us’ yet he’s here scolding you like you’re a child. “I’m sorry..”

He shuts his eyes for a moment and when they reopen he looks at you softly. “Fuck, I’m sorry for yelling too.”

You swallow bitterly. “I.. Jimin.. if we’re going to do this.. I just want you to know that I can’t share you.. I mean- I won’t.”

He stills for a few moments, just processing your words. Perhaps wondering where this is all coming from. Then he rolls his eyes. “Baby, I just talked about us.”

His term of endearment make your heart skips a beat but you still couldn’t shake the thought that has been haunting your mind. “What about Clara Kim?”

To his credit, he bursts out laughing. “You’re in a coma for almost a week and yet you still can’t forget about her huh?” He says, wiping a nonexistent tear of mirth from his eyes.

You still stare back at him, looking serious.

He realizes you aren’t laughing and just smiles as he takes your hand, wrapping it gently. “No, I’m not hooking up with her. I mean, long time ago yes,” you narrow your eyes, “sorry- but not anymore. I’ve been faithful since I married you. I didn’t sleep with her or anyone for that matter.”

You couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach but you still wouldn’t let it go. “Then who’s she?”

“She’s just one of the dealer in my illegal business. You.. don’t wanna know the details they’re.. dangerous.” He gives a plastic smile. “But she’s out now. I cut all sorts of business with her and she’s gone missing too.”

“Missing?”

His jaw tightens. “Because she knows I’d cut her alive if I find her.”

You blanch. Your husband really likes.. cutting people.. a lot.

“I- fuck, damn it. I’m sorry. You should probably rest before I make it worse.” He smiles apologetically.

You take a deep breath, not ready to let it go just yet.

“I- I’ve seen you.. and her in the office.”

“Oh she can be tempting.” He smirks. “Particularly when I don’t agree with her on certain things. But no- I told you I never touch anyone after I married you.”

O.. kay. You can live with that.

“I’ve said horrible things to you..” He starts.

“You did.” You respond almost immediately. All memories of him throwing words like you’re nothing to him comes flashing.

He bit back his words and perhaps wants to defend himself but thinks better of it. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Why.. why didn’t you leave me..? Even when I was so mean to you..”

You just give him a soft smile before reaching to touch his hand. “You told me before.. that I would leave this marriage if I know the reason behind it.. but I know you.. I don’t know why but it just felt like I know you, not the outer appearance you put on. But you on the inside, the beautiful and kind and the attentive man I fell for. You’ve always shut people out.. including me as well.. but I just.. I just want to show you that there are people who cares for you.. that I’m never gonna leave no matter what. Because.. I love you..”

The look he gives you when you utter those words makes you wonder if his heart is skipping a beat too. He smiles at you fondly. “So what do you say?” He suddenly asks.

“Hm?”

He brings your hand to his lips and then he kisses your knuckles. “Say yes..? To this new journey with me..?”

You want to say yes. You really want to.

But there’s something heavy in your heart and it’s something that you just can’t shake off immediately. “I.. I don’t know..” you say after a while, giving up on finding the right words. “You still scare me.. a lot..”

“I understand.” He says quietly.

“Can we.. can we take it slow..?”

He looks at you for a moment and then smiles softly as he nods. “Okay. I’m not gonna rush you into anything.”

You nod as well. “Thank you.. and I’m sorry..”

He quickly shakes his head. “Don’t be.” Is all he says.

For the next few weeks, Jimin takes care of you at the hospital. It’s awkward and you feel it and you know he feels it too. It’s the way your eyes would meet when he hands you something because it isn’t something he usually do. He never does that- he never takes care of anyone, period.

It also doesn’t help how your heart races every time he comes near. Intentionally or unintentionally. And you think for the most part Jimin does things intentionally just to see you all flustered and flushed crimson.

For example, today- is one of the days you wish Jimin is the cold guy you know and not this- flirty Jimin. He walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He’d been practically living at the hospital with you, and it’s comfortable enough since he’d so conveniently transferred you to VIP suite room and the room is almost as big as the one you shared with him at home with a King sized bed which he could sleep into with you but he insists to sleep on the massage chair beside the bed or sometimes the couch at the near end of the room because he’s scared he might accidentally hurt you as well as personal bathroom, mini fridge and a small closet.

You gulp and silently curses your rapid pulse because your husband’s not even naked for you to react this way.

He’s just half naked.

He walks out with only his pyjama bottom, his hair still wet from the shower and you feel like salivating over his toned body. His back is vast, almost like you can lay a canvas and draw on it without a problem, and it comes down into a very muscled structure, and on each side of his waist, a V line so deeply engraved looking like a sin on plate as if it’s been carved by the sex God himself. You briefly wonder what kind of exercise he has to do to make those Adonis belt.

He turns around and you look like a deer caught in headlights and you quickly look down while clearing your throat. For a fleeting second though, you think you see his smirk but it’s gone too fast.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat now?” He asks, face seemingly too innocent.

You suddenly don’t feel hungry anymore. Not for food, anyway. So you shake your head. “I- I’m just gonna lie down.” Or more like, calm your freaking heart down.

“You sure? You okay? Do you want me to call the doctor? It’s about time he comes anyway-“

You’re about to say no when there’s a knock on the door. And as if he’d been summoned, Doctor Lee appears in the doorway with two others behind him. Jimin lets him in immediately while he puts on his shirt. Thank God all of them are male.

“Evening, Mrs. Park.” The doctor greets you and you just smile at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

He eyes the device to your right as he reads your chart. “Your heartbeat seems quicker than normal. Are you feeling alright? Any dizziness or particular pain you’re experiencing?”

You’re pretty sure your face is flaming red now. Jimin looking as if he’s trying to hold his laugh, his shoulders silently vibrating.

“No, no nothing. I’m fine.” You say quickly.

“I’ve looked into your charts and your recent CT scan is fine. I’ll consult with orthopaedic specialist and if everything’s fine, you should be good to be discharged this weekend. You’re very lucky the bullet just grazed your shoulder, otherwise you might’ve caused your husband to become a widower.”

Jimin hisses upon hearing that.

“I wouldn’t say lucky.” You mutter under your breath.

“It’s not a serious wound but you still need some serious recovery. You’re not allowed to do anything heavy. You still suffer from injury around your throat. Any sorts of pain, please inform me immediately.”

You just silently nod. The doctors are about to leave when Jimin calls for Doctor Lee.

“Doctor, can I have a second?” When the doctor nods, he follows him outside. What kind of question does he have that he cannot ask in front of you? You frown.

When he comes in, he sits on the chair beside you and you look at him suspiciously.

“What did you ask the doctor?”

He just gives a sly grin. “I think you don’t wanna know.”

You narrow your eyes and is about to push him for answer when he leans so close to you, and all words slip back down your throat. Your breath hitches when he hovers like he’s about to kiss you.

“You don’t look so pale anymore.” He suddenly says.

What?

He leans backward again making you all confused. His eyes suddenly darts toward your heart rate monitor and your eyes follow his gaze.

And your worst case scenario repeats; the monitor giving away your spiking heart rate.

And your husband finds amusement in confirming the fact that he caused it.

He smiles a little too widely. “Perhaps you shouldn’t really be discharged that quickly.”

“Shut up.” You glare at him and quickly hide yourself under the blanket.

The next morning, you tell the nurse to get you off the machine. She agrees to it, much to your husband’s rolling of eyes.

While you’re in the hospital, Jimin’s group of friends also come to visit.

That morning, Jimin’s spoon-feeding you a bowl of noodle although you resisted at first, only to earn a piercing glare from your husband when there’s a rapid knock on the door. Whoever it is, or are outside doesn’t seem to mind about an invitation because a second later, they barge in with total chaos. The room is instantly filled with large bouquets of flowers and fruits basket.

“God, it smells like newlyweds all over again!” Someone shouts in the midst of all the conversations erupting at the same time.

“Y/N how are you?!” Jungkook asks and doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace, making you wince a little. Jimin pulls him off you instantly.

“Careful, brat.” He glares at the younger boy.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Oops, sorry sorry.” He smiles apologetically at you and you just smile back kindly at him.

“How are you feeling Y/N?” Jin asks, he’s already peeling off an apple for you.

“I’m feeling okay. You don’t have to do that Jin.”

He flashes a sweet smile. “Nah, this is nothing.”

“I’m really glad you’re getting better Y/N.” Namjoon says and smiles his dimpled smile.

“Jimin was really beside himself while you’re unconscious.” Hoseok chirps in.

“Yeah, saying something like being stupid or something..” Jungkook says and everybody else laughs while your husband yells at him.

“Shut up, brat.”

Then they each starts a conversation of their own with each other. Your husband discussing some things with Taehyung.

“Did you bring the files I asked for?” Your husband says.

Taehyung nods. “I’ve asked most of them to prepare written reports but there’s some that you might still have to come to the office to look at yourself.”

Jimin just nods.

“You’re planning to work from home for long?” Taehyung asks, tone is slightly hushed, perhaps not wanting you to hear yet you can still hear them.

Jimin glances at you slightly and you quickly pretend to be so interested in Jungkook’s story who’s sitting beside you, talking animatedly.

“I have to take care of my wife.” He says quietly and your heart swells from hearing that.

“Are you.. okay now with Jimin hyung?” Jungkook suddenly asks quietly beside you, taking you off guard.

You frown slightly. You remember Jimin saying only Taehyung knows about the reality of your marriage with him.

“We all know about it now. Jimin hyung himself told us all about it while you were unconscious for days.” He says.

Jin sits on the edge of your bed and hands you a slice of apple he cut and you nod at him gratefully. “Don’t blame him. I think.. he just wants the best for you that’s why he seeks us for some advice.”

You slowly nod. “He’s.. making an effort.”

Hoseok then suddenly comes to join the conversation as well. He softly calls for your name. “And we’re sorry about having you to watch all those.. you know.. back in the warehouse.”

You flinch a little. They all seem really nice, friendly and harmless. But the fact that they are a group of mafias, has more experience of killing people than you’ll ever know makes you shudder. You don’t do well with violence.

“Yeah Jimin’s too caught up in the moment. He should’ve not let you see that.” Jin says kindly.

“Or perhaps someone should’ve covered her eyes better.” Hoseok says, side eyeing Jungkook, making him puff in irritation.

“Oh come on, that’s not fair. Blame Jimin hyung for not controlling himself. He’s the stupid one.” He complains.

“Who’s the stupid one?” Jimin asks, nearing where the conversation is coming from. He takes his seat on your left and Jungkook immediately shuts his mouth.

“So, when can you be discharged?” Hoseok asks.

“If everything’s okay, this weekend.” You smile at him.

“But you still can’t do anything heavy right? A gunshot is still a gunshot.” Jin says.

You nod.

Jungkook smirks. “Huh. No sex for Jimin hyung then.” He says and you choke on the apple you’re eating and cough too much. Everyone looks at Jungkook first then you then Jimin then anywhere else and there’s suddenly an awkward tension in the room and you hope the ground would swallow you whole at that moment.

“It’s okay. There’s plenty other ways.” Jimin says suddenly and your eyes widen. He did not just say that!

“What the fuck hyung! So gross!” Jungkook says while the others are desperately trying to hold their laugh.

You’re thankful you’re now off the heartbeat monitor because if all these happens while you’re attached to the machine.. the doctor would probably come running.

The guys bring you so much laughter but now that they had left, you feel the soreness down to your toes. It’s late evening and you just want to lie back down but you also feel dirty since you haven’t showered or change your clothes.

You’re still in sitting position, your back against the pillows and you unconsciously moan when your head hit the pillow behind, eyes shut.

You could almost drift to sleep immediately if your entire body doesn’t suddenly become alarmed when you feel a hand coming up to your rib where the hospital gown’s knot is situated. One simple act of untying the knot and you’d be naked from top to bottom because you’re completely bare on the inside.

Your hand reaches out to grip his immediately, stopping his act. He seems surprised for a moment but immediately relaxes. “You need to change clothes and bathe.”

“You.. are not going to undress me. Or bathe me.” You say in all seriousness.

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve seen more than this.” He snorts and you flush all shades of red.

You try to say no to him changing your cloths or bathing you but he’s very adamant about it and you sigh in surrender. And it’s more likely because you’re already worn out and couldn’t take off your cloth on your own.

If your naked body somehow affects him, he surely does a good job hiding it. Perhaps your pride is bruised, a little.

All he does is just gentle and tenderness as he wipes your whole body with wet towel and you almost buckle in full embarrassment. Once the whole tedious process is done, he guides you to your bed, tucking you in as his body is flush against yours. His embrace is so warm against your cold blanket and you almost shut your eyes from the warmth.

He starts to pull away once you’re tucked in bed but you grip his arm tight before he could go away, eyes already fluttered close. He seems unsure at first but then decides to just hug you till you’re sound asleep. So he lets your head fall across his chest and silently prays you don’t hear his rapid heartbeat.

You lean close to him, as if pulled by his smell. You’ve always liked his smell and it’s your most favourite smell in the world.

You thought you only said it your mind but little did you know, you muttered it under your breath and Jimin being a few centimetres away catches on it, making his lips quirk up in a fond smile. His head dips down slightly and softly presses his lips against the crown of your head.

You fall asleep in his arms like that.

A/N: Weeee hope you guys like the chapter <3 4.3k words phew- that's a bit long but uhhh not gonna apologize xD see you guys in the next chap! ;) p/s i hope yall are ready for jimin's change in behaviour hewhewhew

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: Main Story 7-35 Translation

Translation Masterlist | Video

Chapter 7 – Rains of Monte Cristo: 7-1 / 7-3 / 7-5 / 7-7 / 7-9 / 7-11 / 7-13 / 7-15 / 7-17 / 7-19 ♦️ ♦️ 7-20 / 7-22 / 7-24 / 7-26 / 7-28 / 7-30 / 7-32 / 7-34 / 7-35

Content Warning: This section contains topics that may be uncomfortable to some readers (mentions of abuse). Please proceed with discretion.

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Court Hallway

After the trial ended, I did not leave immediately. Rather, I waited in the hallway for Hang Jiahe.

Soon, she walked over, guarded by two bailiffs.

MC: Miss Hang.

Hang Jiahe: What are you doing here? Are you going to laugh at me?

Hang Jiahe: Are you happy to have beat me?

MC: You’ve misunderstood. I came to tell you something.

Hang Jiahe: What?

MC: Actually… this examination report…

I took out that last examination report again.

MC: Due to time and technical limits, we currently do not have the identification results.

MC: When I showed it in court, I just wanted to add psychological pressure onto you.

Hang Jiahe: …

Hang Jiahe froze for a few seconds, but she then responded quickly.

Hang Jiahe: You tricked me… you tricked me… hahahahahahaha!

She suddenly burst into sharp laughter.

Hang Jiahe: I didn’t lose… I didn’t lose…

Hang Jiahe: I still got my revenge!

MC: …

MC: Miss Hang, can I ask you something?

Hang Jiahe: What do you want to say?

MC: You said in court that Qi Yu tried to hold Hang Fei back “that night”.

MC: But you still murdered her out of hate for her bystander position, correct?

Hang Jiahe: Yes, I hated her for being a coward, hated her for being too scared to resist Hang Fei, hated her for looking on for so many years without lifting a finger!

Hang Jiahe: She knew during those years what Hang Fei was doing to me, so why didn’t she save me?

MC: …

Hang Jiahe: Then… did you know that Hang Fei had also been abusing Qi Yu during those years?

Hang Jiahe: I did. How could she not have been beaten, with how cowardly she was?

MC: Then do you know why she was beaten?

Hang Jiahe: Why?

MC: …

I took out my phone and opened a video featuring Qi Yu’s abuse. That small woman was lying weakly on the floor, passively enduring the man’s punches and kicks. But she kept mumbling something –

“Don’t hurt Jiahe… and those children… stop it…”

Hang Jiahe: What…

MC: Miss Hang, did Qi Yu never do anything during all those times you were abused?

MC: Are you sure that every time, she chose to be a bystander, rather than being forced into her position?

MC: Did you know that Qi Yu said those words in each of the videos she was beaten in?

Hang Jiahe: I…

Hang Jiahe froze for a second, but then she immediately reacted.

Hang Jiahe: So what, then? What do you want to say?

Hang Jiahe: That I misunderstood her? That I shouldn’t have killed her? Then does all the pain I suffered for so many years even matter?

Hang Jiahe: You want me to absolve her? To forgive her?

MC: You’ve misunderstood. That’s not what I mean.

MC: I am not you. I have not endured your suffering, so I cannot request for you to forgive anyone.

MC: I haven’t seen what happened during those years, so I cannot judge whether Qi Yu was actively or passively making her decisions.

MC: And I definitely can’t carelessly determine whether she sinned or not.

I stopped for a moment and looked at Hang Jiahe’s gloves.

In her mind, she probably was the Count of Monte Cristo, Edmond Dantès – someone who had been wronged and could only get revenge for herself. She believed herself as intelligent and as lucky as Edmond, that she would ultimately be the winner. But…

MC: But even Edmond would figure out the situation before his revenge and repay his benefactors.

MC: I’m telling you this, only because I hope you’ll understand what sorts of people you sent away.

MC: I hope you understand that there have been people who intended to treat you kindly.

Hang Jiahe: …

MC: Also, Miss Hang, I can guess why you were not willing to ask for help from the police.

MC: In that sort of situation, you may have thought that you couldn’t rely on the outside world to go against them.

MC: But even so, me, Captain Morgan, and many, many people still have to do something.

I flipped further into the examination report.

MC: Even if Hang Fei is gone, the things he’s done will not disappear with him.

MC: This is the report we’ve created. Captain Morgan’s already sent it to upper management and applied for international cooperation.

MC: Miss Hang, we will bring you the justice you deserve for the pain you’ve experienced.

MC: As for the last few people, I promise that they will receive the punishment they deserve.

MC: So, for the rest of your life, please don’t live in hate.

MC: You’ve already stayed in the darkness for long enough. Please try to take a step forward.

MC: Doesn’t it say that in your beloved “The Count of Monte Cristo”?

MC: “He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.”

MC: Miss Hang, if possible, please try it.

MC: Perhaps the light you’ve always been searching for isn’t too far away.

Hang Jiahe: …

Hang Jiahe: Ha… ha… hahahahaha!

Hang Jiahe broke into sudden, sharp laughter. It sounded like a heartrending sob was woven in it, as it resounded in the empty hallway, melting into the rain.

Amid the grey deluge of rain, specks of light leaked through. Maybe the downpour would finally end this time.

Not long after, Simon’s homicide case opened trial, and Wang Chunchong was deemed the murderer. Xingrui Estates declared that they would be depriving Xu Yin of her position and removing her from the family. Only Tyson received the weakest blow, as the evidence for instigation of murder was insufficient. However, lots of people online were saying that they hoped he would “succumb to the demon of illness as soon as possible”.

Thus, the homicide case of the couple in Yaofu Community came to an end.

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NXX Base

After the Hang Jiahe case concluded, the NXX investigation team met up at the base again for discussion.

MC: That’s how the Hang Jiahe case went.

Marius: Thanks for your hard work!

Artem: Thanks for your hard work. You did excellently.

Luke and Vyn nodded at me.

MC: Thanks, everyone.

MC: Enough about me – how’s everyone else’s investigation?

Artem: I’ve already updated Tyson’s case file. I haven’t found any new clues for now.

Marius: I followed what Wang Chunchong said and investigated that guy named Xiao Ren, but…

Marius: I haven’t found anything for now.

Luke: You also found out about Xiao Ren?

Marius: Huh?

Vyn: What a coincidence. I, too, found out about him.

MC: !!!

Luke: Marius, what information do you have on Xiao Ren right now?

Marius: Mainly what Wang Chunchong told me before.

Marius sighed.

Marius: According to Wang Chunchong, Xiao Ren is linked to Heirson’s raw materials purchases.

Marius: Tyson held Xiao Ren to very high regard, and keeps his occupational information on severe confidential status.

Marius: All in all, this person seems pretty mysterious.

Marius: What about you, Luke? What did you find?

Luke: The aunties in the group told me that Zhao Fei kept looking for someone called “Xiao Ren”.

Luke: I suspect that Tyson brought up this person in the recording that he sent him.

Marius: That’s possible. Wang Chunchong also heard Tyson bring up Xiao Ren, so there should be some sort of link between them.

Artem: Luke, that’s not all the information that the assistive team provided you, is it?

Luke: Yep, that’s not all.

Luke: First, the workers in Heirson where the abnormalities appeared were mostly on the production front lines, so what they touch the most are the products.

Vyn: They probably mixed in their developed illegal drugs into the products, resulting in infection.

Luke: That’s right.

Luke: Secondly, about Zhao Fei…

Luke ripped out a page from his notebook and placed it on the table.

Artem: These names are…

Luke: When I was questioning these ten people about Zhao Fei, their reactions were a bit abnormal. I suspect that…

Luke: They’re the ones hiding Zhao Fei.

MC: What about you, then, Dr. Richter? You just said that you also found out about Xiao Ren.

Vyn: I spoke with half of the 20 special respondents and noticed that it was the same doctor in charge of their examinations.

Vyn: And that person is named “Xiao Ren”.

Vyn: So I suspect that this person knows many secrets regarding Heirson’s experimental data.

MC: If so, this Xiao Ren person knows about where raw materials come from and can deal with the experimental data…

MC: If we can find him, we might be able to patch up the missing part in our evidence chain against Heirson.

Marius: So this Xiao Ren is going to be our investigative focal point from now on?

Luke: Leave it to me, then. I’m the best when it comes to finding people.

Artem: Then leave Zhao Fei to me. I just happen to have something I want to confirm with him.

Vyn: I have only met with the special patients. I will continue to meet with the remaining bunch.

Vyn: Marius, what are your plans?

Marius: Me? I plan to go see Hang Jiahe.

Marius: She wanted to find reporters in the past to drop major news about Heirson, and she’s now in jail…

Marius: We should find out what this news is.

MC: Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about that!

Marius: So, jiejie, want to come with me to see Hang Jiahe? After all, only the two of us know her the best.

MC: Uh…

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Luke: Marius, do you really need someone to accompany you just to go see someone?

Marius: I’m not going to see a typical person, am I? I’m going to see someone who might give us an important clue.

Marius: It makes sense to be a little more cautious and bring someone else.

Luke: Then just bring your assistant. If anything else, then bring some recording equipment.

Luke: Convenient, and it can record in real time.

MC: …

Right after, Artem spoke.

Artem: Zhao Fei’s case was ours to begin with, and now that we have clues…

Artem: MC, let’s finish it off, alright?

MC: Lawyer Wing…

Vyn: I may be overstepping, but…

Vyn stepped in just before Artem could speak again.

Vyn: May I trouble you to go with me next?

Vyn: There’s a special patient that I need your assistance with.

Faced with their “eager” eyes, I was very sure that –

The investigation team seriously needs to recruit a new member!

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#Tears of Themis #tears of themis translations #tot translations #lu jinghe #zuo ran #xia yan #mo yi #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #未定事件簿 #feels bad for hjh :'(

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marauderss-hp · 3 years

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22. “Everything is okay.” with O’knutzy but with Leo talking to himself while being insecure if you can do that

i can do that don’t worry! ive actually had this running in my head for a while now since @wonder-womans-ex’s broken hearts fest fic about Logan and it was interesting to write. i tried to make it a happy ending but you know me i am more of an angst writer. BUT if you want me to write a part two i will! :) this will be sad i’m sorry

word count: 915

cw: panic attack | cw: outed

characters belong to @lumosinlove

Everything is okay | part two

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Leo could feel his heart rate increasing rapidly as he walked up the stairs to their apartment. He had seen the news articles. He had seen the assumptions and the opinions. People had begun speculating that Finn and Logan were dating. Just Finn and Logan. He wasn’t sure whether that was better or worse than it being all three of them. They all knew the backlash they would get coming out together so they never planned on coming out until they were absolutely certain that they could handle it. They would have the support of the team, but sometimes that’s not enough.

Leo had never expected that the press would only pin two of them together. He had been shopping when the news article had popped up on his phone. The trio often did separate date nights and tonight it was Logan and Finn’s turn to go out for dinner. He should have seen it coming. One of the press had seen them sat in close proximity and had even caught a snap of them holding hands. It went from there. People were against it obviously, but there were so many people who loved the two of them together. The two of them. He loved the two of them together, but he kept seeing post after post on how amazing it was to have four hockey players now together. Leo didn’t think he was ready to come out. He wasn’t sure anymore.

He tried to unload the bags to make himself dinner but his hands were shaking too much, and his eyes were beginning to blur as his phone kept buzzing and buzzing. A sob broke through him and he dropped whatever was in his hands. He braced himself against the counter, letting the tears fall down his face and another sob ripped from his throat. He was struggling to breath, grasping at his throat.

“Come on, Leo! Everything is okay. Breathe!” he tried to tell himself but the insecurity and doubt was too loud to control.

What if this is what they needed. What if this is what Finn and Logan needed to see to realise that they were fine as a pair, a couple. Not a trio. If they could see that they were supported together, and not as the three of them, why would they still need Leo beside them. They didn’t need him. He collapsed and fell against the cupboard, head in his hands and knees pulled up to his chest.

“Stop it, STOP IT!” he cried, screaming out the words but the thoughts wouldn’t stop. His vision began to unfocus and his whole body was now shaking. There was no one there to calm him down.

The feeling passed but the thoughts lingered and they were all Leo could focus on. He put the groceries away, deciding to skip dinner and watch some sappy show whilst he waited for the boys to come home. Logan and Finn could see it straight away. Leo was distancing himself from them. He didn’t come up to meet them in the hall, he didn’t make the move to kiss or hug them. He let them kiss him but tried to make it as short as possible. When they asked what was wrong he smiled and shook them off. He tried to ignore the looks of concern he got.

When it came to going to bed, Leo pulled out a random book and sat in front of the TV, telling Finn and Logan to go on ahead and he would join them when he had finished his chapter. He ignored the hurt in their faces when he shot down Finn and Logan joining him. When he was sure they had finished and were in bed, he stalked towards the door that was open slightly for when Leo came in. They were looking on their phones, both terror and joy evident in their face. They had found the articles. Leo had thought that Logan would be upset and scared, he always was when the conversation came up. But as he read more and more tweets, a smile crossed his face and suddenly the two of them were kissing, tears of happiness rolling down their face, cuddling together, whilst tears of sadness rolled down Leo’s in the doorway. He didn’t sob. He didn’t want them to know he was there.

“Baby, people are okay with it! People are okay with us. The two of us are okay being together. We’ll be okay!” Finn said shakily, pulling Logan as close as he could.

“We’ll be okay!” he heard Logan mumble from his place in Finn’s chest.

He turned away from the door, hand covering his mouth as the tears came faster and the breath came shorter. He moved into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water as steadily as he could before gulping it down in one. He was right. They were seeing things as a couple. He was happy for them, of course he was happy for them. Their fears weren’t fears anymore and they were finally okay with coming out. But it hurt him, it hurt him so much that there was no mention of him at all. They cared, somewhere in the back of Leo’s head those words were circulating. They care about you. But he shook his head and pushed them down.

“Everything is okay! You’re o-okay?” he tried to reassure himself but it wasn’t working.

Leo slept in his own bed that night.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #o’knutzy #prompt #anon prompt #cw: panic attack #cw: being outed

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 3 years

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Shelbys at Somme Chapter 22

Thomas X Reader

Word Count: 1823

Summary: We’re getting the band back together.

by @adventuresintooblivion

Y/N huffed a stray curl out of her face as she walked down the street. She’d been hunting Thomas down for days trying to get a hold of him, to warn him. Hell, at this point she’d considered sending a note. But he needed to know that the possibility of a gang war was on the horizon.

It was one of the few times Y/N had visited the Shelby home. She’d mainly avoided the place up until now, letting Thomas and the others have a sanctuary. Everyone needed one. But today the streets were buzzing with activity. Runners made their way back and forth between illicit sales, the horse tracks, and the books that Thomas kept locked up so tightly.

Once inside the volume only increased as it was captured by thin walls. It wasn’t the business, however, that made the whole affair so wild. It was a handful of unexpected visitors.

Beneath the chalkboard in the back of the room Aunt Pol stood grasping Ada as if it were the last time she was ever going to see the girl. Beside her stood her husband grinning like he was a priest witnessing the Lord rise again himself.

“Is that Freddie-fucking-Thorne I see? What happened to you getting got by the coppers?” Y/N gasped in feigned astonishment.

Freddie whipped around, his jaw falling slack as he took in the sight before him, “Y/N? Is that really you?”

She closed the distance between them quickly, “Oh, don’t tell me no one mentioned I was around. I’ve been here for months.”

In half a breath Freddie swept her up into his arms, “No, I was told all about you. I guess I never really let myself believe it until I’d laid eyes on you myself.”

Y/N choked out a laugh as she waved in a feeble attempt to return the crushing hug. “Ada, a little help?”

Ada’s laugh rang out like a bell as she lightly placed her hand on Freddie’s shoulder, “Put her down, love. I’d like to say ‘hi’ as well.”

Freddie roughly let down the woman, letting her gasp for breath as Ada wrapped her arms around Y/N, careful to balance the baby in her other arm.

“Fucking Christ man you’re trying to kill me all over again. And you didn’t answer my question,” Y/N coughed as she returned Ada’s embrace. Freddie bounced on his heels, the excitement too much for him to contain.

He blurted out, “Danny got me out. He’s around here somewhere. I see you met My Wife.” His hand made a small flourish in Ada’s direction as if to show her off.

“Yeah, I see you’ve even gotten her a ring and everything.” Y/N lifted Ada’s left hand and gave it a soft squeeze. A smile split across Ada’s face, making her almost glow in the dim light. “I knew there was a proper man in there somewhere. Had to bash that over Thomas’ skull a few times before he’d listen.”

Freddie froze, “You vouched for me? To Tommy?”

“Of course I did. The Freddie that watched my back in the trenches never would’ve left the woman he loved behind. Thomas just got too caught up in the business of it all.” Y/N shrugged.

Aunt Pol caught her eye, tears were trickling down her cheeks as she smiled like the whole world was right for once. It was only temporary. Even as they all spoke they knew that. Yet, when life is as short and cruel as it is, you knew to take what you could get.

“So, how come I haven’t heard about you getting engaged?” Freddie coughed uncomfortably. He reached for Y/N’s left hand, inspecting it as if it held all the answers. “Cause when Ada told me you were back, I just knew that’s what you came back for.”

“Freddie…” Y/N warned.

Ada cast a glance back towards Aunt Pol. “Yeah, you said she came back for Tommy didn’t you?”

“It was a joke you’d hear them making all the time. Honestly, if things had gone right you’d probably be looking at a real Mrs. Thomas Shelby right now.” Freddie teased.

Y/N thunked Freddie on his sternum, her eyes narrowed as he doubled over. “Thanks. Share that with everyone. Please. Continue.”

“Alright. Alright. But seriously, You two aren’t getting married? I thought he’d be ecstatic to see you,” he said as he righted himself.

She shrugged, hoping the movement showed him just how uncomfortable she was. “He’s got a thing for a barmaid at the moment. And you know how I am, second place really isn’t my style. Besides, we’re not on the best of terms right now.”

Aunt Pol stepped forward to place her hand on the back on Y/N arm, “While I knew Thomas liked you, I didn’t realize it had gotten so far. We’ll talk about this later.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Y/N shot Freddie a look that could kill.

They were interrupted by the door bursting open. One of the many men who worked for the Peaky Blinders stumbled in gasping.

“They’ve got him! The Rothschilds have Tommy!”

The air left Y/N’s lungs all in a rush. That was a name she prayed to never hear again. The whole room stood still. Violence raised her bloody crown whenever the Rothschilds marched and every man, woman and child knew it. And now they had Tommy. It was Arthur who broke the silence.

“Out with it man! What happened?”

The man fumbled forward until he collapsed into a chair, shaking his head. “We were on our way to meet Kimber’s boys. We had to cross the bridges to get there cause Kimber was at some fancy party and we got jumped. I swear there were at least ten of them. Beat the shit out of us and tossed Tommy in a carriage when he couldn’t get up anymore. It was bad, Arthur.”

Aunt Pol was visibly trembling as she reached out for the man, “How do you know it was the Rothschilds? Tell me, there is a fraction of a chance that you were wrong.”

He shook his head, “It was them Ma’am. The carriage they brought, it was a beat up old thing but it was painted in their colors. And...And I saw him. Sid, himself showed.”

Arthur glanced around wildly, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Tommy.” He grabbed his coat and began running for the door.

“Arthur, STOP.” It was Y/N. “They let this man go. They let him go so he would tell us. Sid knows everyone here would die for Tommy, without question. If you run off like you plan to, you’ll just be running into whatever he’s got set up waiting for you.”

“Then what the fuck do you think we should do then, Miss Knows Everything.” His face was steadily turning a brighter shade of red.

But Aunt Pol simply collapsed. She grabbed for a chair as she went down, the resounding crash caught Arthur’s attention as his fists clenched and unclenched. He rushed forward, encircled her in his arms as sobs ripped through her chest, “NO! No. No. No. No. My boy!”

Arthur stared down at her bewildered, “Aunt Pol, We could go after him. We could-”

“No! She… She’s right. Either they’ll kill him or they’ll make him watch as we try to save him. The Peaky Blinders will be slaughtered.”

John paced back and forth, “I know we’re outnumbered, but it’s Tommy. We can’t just give up.”

Freddie ran his fingers through his hair, “I know I’m not a part of the gang scene, but didn’t these guys almost wipe out Kimber’s gang before he got a hold of the race tracks?”

John nodded, “Yeah, he pays them to leave him alone. They have a whole army of people.”

Aunt Pol’s sobs stuttered to a halt as she rounded on Y/N. “They’ve got an army and we need a miracle. You, you’re the impossible girl.”

Apparently the idiotic moniker had been making the rounds, Y/N sighed heavily as she silently cursed that random Lee.

“Pol, I know I’m pretty stubborn but the Rothschilds?” Y/N shook her head. “It’d take weeks of planning and if we go after Tommy we’d have to leave NOW.”

“I know who you are. Tommy told me. You smuggled priceless goods while in the army. You came back from the dead. You walk on two legs while your spine is held together by sinew and sheer will. You know where that monster is taking my nephew. Now get out there and. Bring. Him. Back.” She spat the order at Y/N.

Arthur stared up at her in quiet astonishment, “Well, I guess you’re in charge of this one, mate.”

Y/N’s mouth set into a thin line. Gears began turning in her head about what she knew, the memories flooding forth unbidden as she relived her childhood. The carriages, the beating, the lone survivor. It all rang a bell.

She began to pace, “It’s too risky to have this war in Birmingham with that new Inspector sniffing at our heels. They’d have to take him out of the city to ambush us properly.”

Freddie glanced at her, “Which means we need to get Tommy before they leave the city.”

She nodded, “Their carriages are also altered. They have better maneuverability than anything coming out of a factory. Not to mention they’re skinnier so they can fit down roads most cars won’t be able to.”

“How do you know all this?” Ada asked, bouncing her child gently to calm him in light of all the noise.

Y/N let out a nervous chuckle, “You’ll find out tonight if I get back.”

Arthur’s brows furrowed, “I thought you just said we couldn’t go after him.”

“The entirety of the Peaky Blinders can’t. But maybe, just maybe, a smaller team could get this done.” Y/N glanced around. “Hey Freddie, are you up for an adventure?”

He saluted her, “For you and Tommy? Always.”

Y/N glanced at Ada, who answered with a silent nod, before asking, “Isn’t one of you Shelby’s a gunner?”

John stepped forward, “That’d be me. They handed me most of the big guns but I remember how to work a proper sniper rifle if that’s what you need.”

Her fingers tapped out a nervous rhythm as Y/N’s mind grasped at straws. A vague plan was forming at the edges of her mind, knitting itself together into something that could possibly work.

“Alright. No, the big guns are exactly what we need right now. John, Freddie, meet me at the corner by the West Bridge.”

“You’ve actually got a plan?” John asked hopefully.

Y/N grimaced, “I’ve got something. I wouldn’t quite call it a plan yet, but come on boys. Let’s go get Tommy back.”

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #reader insert #peaky blinders imagine

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Can you marry me? Chapter 5

Sabine growled as she looked through social media for any mention of Marinette. Her husband sat next to her comforting the poor girl as she sobbed. She sighed as she thought back to her daughter. She was a circus brat but she was a good kid, or so they had thought. She shook her head and a look of determination settled over her features.

“It looks like she is most likely somewhere in Europe.”

Tom nodded, “I’ll call some of my buddies and ask them to keep an eye out.”

They nodded. They would find her, and make things right.

Neither of them noticed the wicked grin Lila hid behind her hands and fake tears.

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Marinette yawned as she sat up. And shrieked as a limb of ice wrapped around her waist. Dick chuckled as he tried to pull her back under the covers. He sighed dreamily as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of her waist just above the band of her sweatpants. She smiled down at him as she gently brushed hair away from his face. She shifted to leave again and giggled when the arms around her tightened in protest.

“No! Don’t go~”

She rolled her eyes and started to play with his hair. “I have to though. I have to get the rent. I just have to do 14 stories and 70 apartments. I’ll be back before you know it!”

His grip tightened and he yanked her back so she was curled up against his chest, she tried to wriggle out but he shifted so she was partially in between his chest and the mattress. She rolled her eyes and went limp. Dick smiled and nuzzled into her neck.

She smirked and raised a finger to her lips, after licking her finger she gently poked it into his ear and turned her fingers, causing him to tense and jump away from the odd sensation.

“I’M UP!!”

She laughed as she scrambled off the bed and moved out of his range. “It’s rent day, okay, I’ll do floors 8-14, Apartments 36-70 and you take the rest.”

He sat up and whined. “Why do you get to take all the fun tenants?”

She giggled, “Because I was up first!”

She moved and quickly opened the door to the closet, pulling out a pair of thigh high black boots and a white sweater dress with a cowl neckline that reached her lower thigh. She glanced back to see that Dick was in the bathroom so she quickly dressed. She turned and found the door open so she slid in and pulled her hair back into a fashionably messy bun, and did simple makeup before grabbing her reading glasses. She turned around and slammed into something warm and tan.

She heard Dick laugh and she blushed glancing up at him with a shy smile. He smiled back and she squeaked, burying her head into his bare chest. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. (He is wearing jeans don’t worry! He forgot his shirt in the bathroom)

“See something you like Sparrow?”

She bit her lip and blushed harder as she started to push away from the man.

“H-hi sorry I’m!”

He chuckled looking down at her and she struggled to pull her gaze away from his lips.

“Sorry I mean I’m!”

Dick laughed and leaned closer to her. If she moved just a bit further, she would kiss him. He chuckled lowly and whispered,

“Do you mean I’m sorry?”

She blushed and put her hands on his chest pushing him away. “That. Going I’m gonna.”

She turned and bolted from the room and snatched the list of tenants as she left.

‘Crap! I have a crush on DICK! This was supposed to be simple!’

Dick chuckled and felt a light blush spread on his cheeks as she ran from the room. He knew he shouldn’t have done that but she was so easy to fluster. He bit his lip as he thought about what had just happened. If he had leaned in farther would she have kissed him back? Would she have pulled away and slapped him? He smiled as he thought of the way she had blushed and bit her lip, looking up at him, not noticing or caring how her boots hug her legs and make them seem long and slender. Or how she nuzzled into his chest not noticing the way she clung to him when she did that. Her shy smile and the mess of words that fell from her perfect lips. He groaned and slid down the back of the door when he realized, “I’m falling in love with my wife.” ` Marinette took in a breath before knocking on the first door. It swung open to reveal two tired adults who just got back from a bar if the smell told her anything. “Hello! It’s Ms. Grayson, I’m the landlady and I’m here to get your rent for the apartment. We unfortunately do not have a way to pay it online or directly to the bank yet, so as we said last month until we do we will continue to go door to door. Do you have the rent or do I need to come back tomorrow?” The older of the two smiled. “Yeah! We have it one moment.” They turned and disappeared into the apartment and she turned to the other adult leaning against the door. “If you do not mind me asking, we are compiling a list of everyone’s preferred pronouns and names. Would you mind telling me yours?” They smiled. “Yeah, I would like to be called Taylor and my pronouns are Ve/Ver.” The older one returned and handed her a white envelope that she quickly counted and nodded. “I already asked Taylor here but we are compiling a list of everyone in the buildings preferred name and pronouns, do you mind sharing yours?” They nodded and replied, “I am Halle, my pronouns are She/They.” She smiled at the two before moving on to the next apartment. It was going smoothly until she got to number 45. When the door opened the red haired woman was practically naked and was confused when she was asked to cover herself. She did so anyway and her red haired husband joined her. “Hello! I’m Ms. Grayson your-” “Any relation to Richard Grayson?” She blinked in shock. “I’m his wife, why?” The two started to laugh before the green eyed one straightened. “He is nothing but a cheater, watch out kid. And we were told this was free by the owner.” They slammed the door shut and she blinked. Looking down at her list she frowned. It looked like the man she had hired to collect the rent when she bought the place 2 years ago had believed the two and they had never paid a cent. That was $6,000! She sighed before pulling out the pink paper she hated. Raising her hand she knocked again. “What lady!?” “Hello. I’m Marinette Grayson, the owner of this building and your Landlady. It has come to my attention that you have not paid your rent in 2 years. This is your official notice that states, you either cough up the $6,000 owed or start a payment plan to pay over time, or you can find another apartment, you have a week to decide and two after that to find a new apartment before you will be forcefully evicted.” She smiled sweetly at them and turned and moved on to the next apartment. Leaving the two staring in shock at the space she had just occupied. ``` Dick smiled as they opened the door. “Hey! I’m Mr. Grayson! I just married the Landlady. I’m here for the rent! We can’t pay any other way right now, but as soon as we can we’ll let ya know! Do you have the rent or do I need to stop by tomorrow?” They nodded and handed him an envelope. “My wife and I are creating a list of everyone in the buildings preferred name and pronouns so we do not offend. Do you mind telling me yours?” “I’m Sarah, She/Her. My son’s name is J. He/They. And then we also have Ash Ve/Ver.” He smiled as he wrote down the names. “So how old is your son, you don’t look much older than 22.”

#Maribat #dickinette #college au #fake marriage #mlb x dc

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I’ve Been Waiting For You - Chapter 1: I Wonder (Departure)

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Pairing: modern!poe dameron x reader

Warnings: Mentions of a past emotionally abusive relationship.

Word Count: 2216

Song Link: I Wonder (Departure)

A/N: Alright y'all! This is the first chapter! I am super excited about this. My friend and I have done a lot of thinking and worked hard to tie in music with this series. Reminder that each chapter is inspired by a song from the mamma Mia soundtracks, or ABBA to be specific. I highly encourage you to listen to the song before, during or after you read! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, and feedback is greatly appreciated!

Summary: You were able to get out of your toxic relationship, now you need to get out of the state.

“Pick Up. Pick Up. Pick Up.” You whispered into the phone as you waited for your cousin to answer.

You were trembling. Your boyfriend, now ex, had stormed out of his small one bedroom apartment that you often stayed at, telling you to “think about what you said”. You weren’t sure when he was coming back. What you were sure of is that you needed to get out of this house. This city. This state. Immediately.

“Hello?”

“Rey.” You let out a breath of relief. “I did it.” Your lip started to quiver.

Rey sighed and paused a moment before replying. “Oh, Y/N. Good.”

You had done it. After being in a toxic relationship for nearly three years, you were able to cut it off. You had wanted to do this for a while. For a year into your relationship, actually. But you never had the strength to. You were scared. Finally, after a loud outburst and the breaking of a mirror, you told him you were done.

“I need to leave.” You said softly. “I need to get out of here.”

“I know. Can you go to Jessikas?” She asked soothingly.

“I meant out of this state.” You responded immediately.

Silence. “Y/N…”

“I know. I’ve lived here my entire life. But that’s the point. I need to start over. I know that I have Jess and the rest of the gang. And I know I have Mom and Dad but I just...everything is going to remind me of him. The last three years of my life have been nothing but-” You were struggling to breath, sobbing now.

“Y/N. Y/N shh, I know, it’s okay. Deep breath.”

You had lived in New York City since you were born. Every school you went to, friends you made, relationships you had. All of your memories were made in that city. But for the last three years, all of the good seemed to be replaced by the bad and you weren’t sure if you could handle walking down a street without seeing a pizza parlor and thinking about the time that Kyle had yelled at you for not buying him the right size pizza. You also were just worried that he wouldn’t leave you alone if you stayed. You needed to get out.

“C-can I come stay with you?” You asked nervously, breathing starting to return back to normal.

Rey was your cousin, but she was more like a sister. You had been close as you two could be. You had grown up together, you two even went to high school together. Sure, you bickered sometimes, but at the end of the day she was your number one. You went to her for everything. Four years ago, right before you got into your relationship with Kyle, Rey had moved to Florida to attend the University of Miami and work towards her degree in engineering and you felt like a part of you was missing. You had stayed in New York to attend NYU, majoring in english with a music minor. That’s where you met Kyle and everything shifted.

You had graduated from NYU a semester early, so you wouldn’t have to worry about missing school. You just had to worry about missing your hometown.

“Y/N… I don’t know. I’m still taking classes and I don’t know how my roommates would feel.” Rey answered you. You let out a sad sigh.

“Please? I have money saved from interning at the music studios. I’ll help pay rent. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll do anything I just.. I need to get out of here. Please.” You were desperate at this point.

There was a pause before you heard Rey sigh. “Alright. Alright, yeah. I’ll talk to Rose and Connie. You can stay until you get your feet on the ground, we have a pull out couch that turns into a bed. But, Y/N, this isn’t a place to just lounge around. You need to find work.” Her voice was firm. You understood.

“I know. Thank you. Thank you Rey. I’m, uh. I’m gonna talk to my mom and I’ll text you my plans. I love you. Thank you. Thank you, Rey.” Tears started to well up again.

“I love you too. Keep me updated.” And with that she hung up.

You took a deep breath, putting your phone in your back pocket before wiping away the remaining tears that had escaped your eyes.

You knew this was going to be a big change. Moving from New York to Miami never really crossed your mind until today. You had wanted to get out of your relationship for a while, but more recently you had realized that you needed to start over, and moving in with Rey was the perfect way to.

You weren’t sure how to break the news to your parents, or even your best friends, but you knew that this needed to be done. You were an adult, and it was time for you to start your life.

You stood up from the hallway of Kyle's apartment you were sitting at, moving into his bedroom before grabbing your bag and quickly packing up the clothes and other belongings you had kept at his place for when you would stay over. You were still living at your parents house, but for the last year Kyle would nearly force you to stay over, so it was practically both of yours apartment, though you weren’t paying rent.

When you had finished packing, you threw your spare key on the kitchen table and rushed out of the apartment building, not even leaving him a note. You didn’t need to. You never wanted to see him again. You hoped you wouldn’t, but he knew where your parents lived. You needed to do something fast.

You entered your home and without even speaking to your parents, you ran up the stairs and to your bedroom. Throwing your bag on the ground, you collapsed onto your bed and completely broke down. This morning you had no plans on leaving, but Kyle had cracked you, and now you were moving to Florida. You were moving to Florida. Were you really moving to Florida?

Your mom must have heard you rushing through the house, because she entered your room not long after you collapsed onto your bed.

“Hey. Hey what’s the matter?” She sat down on the side of your bed, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I broke up with Kyle.” You said, nearly a whisper. The thing was, your mom had no idea what you had been going through. She thought you two were happy. Boy was she wrong.

“Oh, honey. What happened?” She asked, now rubbing your shoulder.

You shook your head. “Just...a lot of stuff built up. I needed to get out of there while I could.” You sat up and wiped your tears, leaning against your headboard. “I need to talk to you about something.”

She nodded. “Anything.”

“I’m going to Florida.” You said almost immediately, looking down at your hands.

She didn’t reply at first.

“I, um, I’m gonna move in with Rey. At least until I find a job and can afford my own place.”

She was confused as to why you had decided this all of a sudden, for this was never mentioned at all prior to today. “What made you decide that? You can’t just run away because you are going through a brea-”

“That’s not why, mom!” Yes it was.

“Then why?” Her voice rose to match your tone.

You took a deep sigh. “I’m 22 years old, mom. I need to start my own life. I can’t live at home anymore. I haven’t left the city at all! I want to explore new things. I want to be exposed to new opportunities. There are so many things to do in Florida, and I’ll be with Rey. She’ll help me.” You weren’t completely lying.

Your mother looked at you sternly before looking around your room. “I just wish I would have known about this sooner.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even really know about it until about an hour ago.

“When are you leaving?” She asked, standing up and running her hand across the wood of your antique dresser she had bought you as a child.

“Soon. Within the week.” You nodded.

She nodded back. “Let me know if you need help packing.” She said before stepping out and heading back downstairs.

You closed your eyes and leaned back against the headboard. You had a decent relationship with your parents, but you were a closed off person and they had stopped asking questions about your personal life the moment you started school at NYU. Sure, your parents would miss you. You had lived with them your entire life up until now. But you were a grown adult. You could make your own decisions. You needed to move on.

By that night, you had bought a one way ticket to Miami. You weren’t sure when you would return to New York, or if you would return. You were planned to leave Thursday evening, which was two days from now. That gave you enough time to pack up and say your goodbyes. You wondered, though, if two days was too long. What would Kyle do if he found you? You were lucky he hadn’t come by your house that night. He’s probably out at some bar, you thought.

The next two days passed by fast, and Kyle hadn’t come to your house. Or, if he did, you didn’t know. You had spent the days walking through the city, passing your old schools, friends homes, parks, and even the recording studio that you had interned at. Yes, this city was suddenly becoming a place full of bad memories, but there was something about walking through the streets of New York that made you second guess yourself. The thought of completely starting over, leaving your friends and family, your home, was frightening. You had no idea what you would do in Florida. Hell, this idea came to you two days ago. You wondered if it would be worth it. But you were going to follow through. You needed to get away from this place. Away from him.

Kyle scarred you. In more ways than one. To the point where you had become numb. You knew that if you stayed, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You were surprised you had been strong enough to get out of the relationship in the first place, so this was the perfect time to get out while you could. Especially before he found you.

You loved New York, you really did, but things began to feel stagnant, and your relationship with Kyle was only making it worse. It was time to see new things. And this was the perfect time to. You couldn’t carry on here. Especially after everything Kyle put you through. Sure it would take a while to adapt, but it was going to be worth it. Right?

Your friends weren’t sure exactly why you were leaving. They too did not know about your traumatic past with Kyle, so you told them that you had gotten a job offer in Florida that was starting right away. You refrained from details, leaving them still in confusion.

“Just, um, if Kyle asks… please don’t tell him where I am.” You said before leaving your best friend, Jessikas house. She nodded without question, tears forming her eyes before pulling you into a hug.

You sighed deeply before squeezing her tightly. “I love you. Keep in touch, okay?”.

She nodded before letting you go. Everyone in New York that you knew would never fully understand why you decided to up and leave, but you did. And that’s what mattered.

Your mom and dad both dropped you off at the airport. “Leaving now, is that the right thing?” Your dad asked as he took your bags out of the trunk, handing them to you.

“Who am I if I don’t try, dad? I need to be spontaneous. You taught me that.” You told him as you kissed his cheek.

He smiled softly before kissing your head. “Okay. Be safe. Text us when you get to Reys, okay?”

You nodded before sighing, looking at your mom. “Please don’t let Kyle know. This is my time to move on.” Truth was, you weren’t going to move on that fast. You weren’t sure when you would get over all the pain he put you through. But you could pretend for now. And moving was a start.

Your mom nodded back before hugging you goodbye and returning to the car with your dad. You waved goodbye before turning to walk inside the airport, tears beginning to sting your eyes. You were terrified. Maybe you weren’t ready for this.

It can’t go wrong. I’m starting over. I have nothing to lose, you thought to yourself.

Before you knew it, you were sitting in a crowded aircraft, sighing to yourself as the captain began speaking.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain Poe Dameron speaking and I am accompanied by first officer Snap Wexley. We are looking at about a two and a half hour flight. Shouldn’t be too bumpy as it looks like clear skies! So sit back, relax and enjoy this short trip to Miami, Florida.”

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#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #imagine-poe-dameron #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron x y/n #modern poe #I've been waiting for you poe

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A Place to Belong Chapter 23: The Music Still Plays On

Chapter 22

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March, 1747

Claire stood in the old-barn-now-makeshift-clinic, spreading her herbs out all along the new wooden table that Ian and Fergus had cobbled together for Claire’s workspace. It was crude, but it would do, a sentiment Claire had found herself saying more often than not since she’d fallen through time.

Brianna was nestled in a little baby wrap, pressed tightly into Claire’s chest. In the weeks and months since Brianna’s baptism, the Lallybroch tenants had come by in larger and larger droves for healing of various sorts, and Claire was beyond thrilled to be applying her knowledge again. She’d wanted to do so much earlier, but Jenny had forbade Claire to partake in anything too strenuous, and then with the birth and Brianna’s seizure, it all just got away from her.

She’d told Ian to send word to the tenants that if there was a fever involved in what ailed them, to not travel, to remain in bed, and Claire would come see to them. Not only would it be safer for the patient, but she would not have anyone walking into the barn and bringing disease anywhere near her baby. Working in her little clinic with Brianna was a great comfort; feeling her constant, warm weight was something Claire would never tire of.

She perused the herbs spread out before her, then gathered several that she knew to bring down a fever and ease stomach pain and nausea. She’d be traveling to visit a sick child today; his father had come by this morning. The symptoms didn’t sound like anything worse than moderate food poisoning, but the herbs would help him feel better until his fever broke nonetheless. She also would like to check up on the rest of the family as well, because if one member of the family had it, everyone else was likely to have it as well, considering they all presumably ate the same food.

Claire was just packing up her box when she felt Brianna go stiff inside the wrap, and her heart dropped into her stomach. Claire scattered her gatherings and dropped to her knees, frantically working with trembling fingers to free Brianna’s seizing body from the wrap.

“Fergus!” Claire screamed. “Jenny! Ian!”

Somebody, anybody.

She had to keep Brianna on her side, had to keep her safe. Someone else had to brew the chamomile.

She quickly undressed Brianna down to her diaper, laying her on her side atop the wrap, surrounding her head with excess fabric.

“It’s alright, baby…you’ll be alright…”

She picked up her head to cry out for help again, when Fergus burst through the doors of the old barn. He didn’t even have to ask.

“Chamomile, Fergus.”

“Yes, Maman.” He scrambled to the table to create the familiar mixture, though the water was far from warm. “How long has it been?”

“It’s hard to tell but I’ve been trying to count…maybe thirty seconds?”

Fergus knelt beside Claire with the glass, and Claire began scooping the diluted herb into Brianna’s mouth again as she’d done nearly three months ago.

“It’s alright, darling, Mummy’s here…”

After what seemed like far too long, Brianna spit up onto the wrap and immediately began shrieking.

“There you go…” Claire exhaled shakily and scooped her up in an instant, pressing her into her chest. “There we go…it’s alright…”

Fergus made quick work about folding the wrap so the vomit wouldn't touch Claire or the baby, and then draped it over Brianna’s mostly-naked little body. Claire gratefully wrapped the folded fabric around her daughter, protecting her from the March chill that reached them inside the barn.

“Thank you…would you pick up her clothes?” Claire stood up and adjusted the fabric again, covering Brianna’s body the best she could before opening the barn doors and making her way back to the house, Fergus trailing close behind.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Jenny was flitting down the hall upon hearing Brianna’s shrieking.

“What’s happened?”

“Another seizure. In the barn,” Claire explained.

“Christ,” Jenny uttered, crossing herself. “She alright?”

“I think so…”

“Get inside, come on.” Jenny pushed Claire into the parlor and helped her dress Brianna again. “Put this wi’ the washing, lad.” Jenny handed the soiled baby wrap to Fergus and he scampered off to do as he was told.

After several minutes of Brianna shrieking, and Claire bouncing her, cradling her, kissing her, she finally quieted and settled into a deep sleep in Claire’s arms. Only when she was asleep did Claire allow herself to break down and cry.

“It’s alright, sister. She’s alright…”

Claire nodded through her tears, sputtering and hiccuping. “I thought…I thought maybe it was…just the one…” she stammered.

“It’ll keep happening, then?”

“Most likely…yes.”

Claire had foolishly convinced herself that the first seizure had been a fluke, one of those things that happened to babies one time and just disappeared, something she’d look back on and say: “That was scary, wasn’t it?”

But now it finally occurred to her that this very well might be something her daughter would have to live with forever, something Claire would have to watch her suffer forever.

“Dinna fash, Claire,” Jenny soothed, rubbing her back. “She’s a braw lass, is she no’? She’s made it through the two already, with her ma’s help. Ye ken how to keep her safe when it happens. She’s in good hands.”

Claire nodded, forcing herself to swallow back more tears.

“She is alright?” Fergus reentered the room, approaching the sofa to sit beside Claire.

“She’s alright, darling.” Claire quickly wiped her eyes and smiled at him. “Just gave me another scare, is all.” Fergus nodded timidly, and Claire could tell what he was dying to ask.

“Do you want to hold her, Fergus?”

He nodded again, his eyes wide with concern.

“Alright, here you go.” Claire sniffled as she transferred Brianna’s sleepy weight into Fergus’s arms. Hands free, she furiously wiped her face clear of tears and other such fluids. Jenny tightened her arm around her, and Claire finally allowed herself to settle in Jenny’s embrace, resting her head on the shorter woman’s. The sound of little footsteps suddenly reached her ears, two sets to be exact. Maggie and wee Jamie appeared in front of the sofa. They’d likely heard Brianna’s shrieks and everyone’s fretting voices.

“Baby alright?” Maggie said in a frightened little voice, looking back and forth between everyone’s worried faces.

“Yes, darling, Brianna is alright,” Claire assured her, sitting up again.

“Is she sick, Auntie?” Jamie asked.

“Yes, a little bit.”

“Ye’ll heal her, won’t ye?” Jamie said.

Claire forced a tiny smile. She reached out to cup his little cheek. “Of course I will.”

“Told ye, Maggie,” Jamie said. “Auntie is the best healer in Scotland.”

Claire chuckled softly, then turned to the little girl. “Were you scared for the baby, Maggie?”

“Aye, Auntie.” Her little bottom lip stuck out.

“Dinna fash, mo chridhe,” Jenny said, stroking her hair. “Auntie Claire is just fine when it comes to healin’ bairns. Remember how she healed you?”

“Aye, Mam.”

“Then ye have nothing to fear,” Jenny said. “Alright? Off wi’ ye now, the bairn needs her rest.”

They disappeared again, Jamie tugging on Maggie’s hand. Claire watched as Fergus stroked one of Brianna’s little cheeks, rocking her gently.

Claire sighed. “Would you be able to bring some herbs to that sick boy, Jenny? I’ll write down exactly what is for what, what you should say and look for. I don’t think I should leave her just now.”

“No, ye shouldna,” Jenny agreed. “I’ll go, sister, just tell me what to do.”

Claire nodded. “I also think we need to discuss a plan for any future seizures. I can’t be the only one that knows what to do.”

“Aye, ye’re right.”

“Oui, Maman. I want to learn.”

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May 12, 1747

Claire’s limbs already felt heavy as she slowly slipped into consciousness. She instinctively wound her arms tighter around the living, breathing baby sleeping beside her.

She’d be three years old.

For her first birthday, Claire had woken to Jamie winding his arms around her, kissing her head, and they’d wept silently in bed together for longer than she cared to remember.

For her second birthday, she’d just learned that Jamie was dead, and any loss other than his had completely left her mind. She hadn’t even realized that she’d missed it until it was April twelfth, a month before her third birthday.

Today, Claire awoke to her sister with identical hair.

Somehow, knowing she’d forgotten last year made her even more sick to her stomach to think of it. Very similarly to that first year, with Jamie, Claire stayed in bed with Brianna for longer than she cared to remember, holding her close, weeping.

Someday she’d be too old for Claire to be able to get away with this, she’d be frightened or upset to see her mother so broken. But for now, it was something that she’d never remember, and Claire could cling to her as tightly as she needed and cry as hard as she must.

She did not hold back.

Even as Brianna mewled and whined for milk, Claire continued to weep as she brought her to her breast.

I never got to feed her. Not even once.

The milk just sat in me…swelling me pointlessly, rotting inside me.

Today, every tug from her baby’s mouth was another tear in her heart.

When she finished, Claire bent her knees and laid Brianna against her thighs, watching her babble and wave her fists through her blurry vision.

Claire’s mind was suddenly invaded with images of a little girl who looked like Maggie, but had Brianna’s hair and Claire’s eyes, holding the little baby, her mouth hanging open in awe, saying:

“I love her, Mummy.”

Claire sobbed gutturally as the image became more and more clear, and she reverently stroked Brianna’s face, her head, her hair.

It wasn’t long before she couldn’t breathe.

There was a knock at the door, but Claire did not have the air or the strength to say anything. The door opened, and Claire could not move to see who it was. It wasn’t until the weight shifted in the bed, and thin, lanky arms were draped around her shoulders that she realized who it was.

Mon fils.

She leaned into him immediately, burying her face into his shoulder. He didn't say anything, he didn’t ask anything. He knew what today was, and he knew his mother’s grief.

It was Fergus that eventually got her out of bed that day, brushed her hair, helped her dress. The anniversary of Culloden, Claire hadn’t gotten out of bed at all. She’d had all her meals brought to her, and she’d subsequently vomited them all up. To think of an entire year having passed without Jamie was sickening, plain and simple.

But three years without the child she never even really had was overwhelming and unfathomable.

As Claire descended the stairs, holding Brianna close, the little baby began to feel more like a balm to her soul rather than the painful reminder she’d felt she was when she first awoke. She’d evidently missed breakfast, but Mrs. Crook was quick to heat some porridge for her. Fergus sat with her in the dining room in silence, holding Brianna so Claire could eat.

“It is a beautiful day, Maman,” Fergus said delicately. “Wee Maggie will want to work in the garden.”

Claire nodded silently.

“I think it will be good for you, no? To be with your plants, and your little faery.”

Claire allowed a tiny smile, nodding again. He was being so careful.

“I agree.”

Fergus smiled back and sighed, as if he’d been holding his breath.

“Shall I fetch a wrap for the bairn?”

“Come here first, love,” Claire beckoned softly, stretching her arms out to him. Fergus adjusted Brianna before crouching down to her, and she folded him into a loving embrace.

Claire sighed with a shudder, blinking away more tears as she pressed a fervent to the crown of his head. “I love you, Fergus. So much.”

“I love you, too, Maman.”

She released him, giving him a teary smile.

“Let us get you a wee wrap, little bairn,” Fergus crooned, his voice leaping up a whole octave as he bounced his way out of the dining room.

Claire’s heart swelled as she watched him go.

I would have wasted away long ago without him.

——

Brianna was squirming like a wee beast in her wrap. When she delivered perhaps the tenth blow to Claire’s breast, she sighed in defeat.

“Alright, you restless thing,” she chuckled and worked to remove Brianna from her constraint, approaching the blanket that Kitty was sitting on with Bran.

“How does playing with cousin Kitty sound, hm?” Claire held her wee torso, lowering her onto the blanket stomach down. “Wee!” She cooed as she plopped her down.

“Banna!” Kitty cried out, reaching for her.

“Gentle, Kitty!” Jenny warned.

“Gen’l, Banna,” Kitty repeated, gingerly patting the top of her red head.

Claire chuckled softly. “Good girl, Kitty. Gentle.”

Kitty flashed a cheesy, toothy grin up at Claire, patting Brianna’s head again.

Shaking her head, Claire returned to the garden, where Maggie was waiting patiently.

“See those weeds, Little Faery?” Claire pointed at the patch of peppermint. “Not the leaves, that’s the plant. Peppermint. For your tummy.”

Claire tickled the body part in question, and Maggie giggled.

“Can you pull the weeds for me, darling? Down to the root, remember?”

“Aye, Auntie!” She crouched down and took a little weed in her fist.

“If you aren’t sure what’s a weed and what’s a plant what will you do?”

“Ask Auntie Claire,” Maggie said dutifully, nodding her head curtly.

“Good girl.” Claire caressed her head before returning to her patch of thyme, picking the bits that looked ready. They worked silently for a moment, no sound to be heard but the rustling of plants, Maggie’s quiet humming, and Kitty’s little giggles.

“So,” Jenny said as nonchalantly as she could, not looking up from her turnips. “How’re ye today?”

Claire smiled weakly, also not looking up from her own work, but knowing that Jenny was stealing not-so-inconspicuous glances at her. She knew what day it was.

“I’m alright,” Claire said airily. “Out of bed, at least.”

“Aye, that’s braw,” Jenny said. “It does my heart good to see ye out and about. I ken it still hurts.”

Claire nodded silently.

“And it was easier wi’ Jamie, I ken that as well.”

Claire nodded, pursing her lips together.

“Wouldna blame ye if ye didna leave yer room today, but I’m glad ye did.”

Claire nodded again, not saying anything. For a moment, she thought she might burst into tears again. She appreciated Jenny’s concern for her, but she’d almost have preferred the silence. Just then, a beautiful sound rang in her ears. It was a shrieking giggle, but not Maggie’s, and not even Kitty’s.

Her head whipped up from her plants. She looked up to see Brianna, pushed up on her little hands, holding up her head, and simply shrieking at Bran. Kitty was flapping his ears as she liked to do, and Brianna was simply tickled by it. Kitty seemed quite aware of this, and she kept doing it over and over, giggling madly now herself.

Claire stood up to full height, completely entranced.

“Banna laf-in!” Kitty squealed. “Banna laf-in!”

Banna let out another glorious shriek, sending Kitty toppling over onto her back in a fit of giggles. Claire’s vision blurred and she bit her lip. Brianna had cooed and made little snuffing, laughing sounds before, but she’d never completely howled like this.

It was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.

“Sounds like we’re in trouble someday wi’ those two,” Jenny said wryly, though her eyes were soft.

Claire couldn’t stop herself from trudging out of the garden to join the little ones on the blanket.

“Do you like the dog, Brianna?” Claire scooped her into her lap, sitting her up. “Is the dog silly, Brianna?” Kitty took the cue to flap Bran’s ears again, and Brianna gave another shriek. Claire tossed her head back in laughter, rocking backward a bit. Brianna gave another shriek at the sensation of rocking back, and Claire wasted no time in continuing to rock back and forth like a human rocking chair, and before long she was holding Brianna above her head, bouncing her more and more just to hear more of that beautiful sound.

She stared up into that perfect little face, the glow from the sun behind a sheet of gray clouds creating a glowing halo in her auburn curls, her wide, blue eyes squeezed almost completely shut from the gummy smile she was sporting.

It was the closest she would ever get to Heaven before she joined Jamie.

I know you’re gone, love. You and our first born.

Claire lowered her baby into her lap again and tickled her wee tummy, eliciting more laughter.

But the music of your laughter plays on.

Kitty had stood up, and very abruptly threw her arms around Claire’s neck from behind, nearly choking her. Claire laughed out loud again and pressed Brianna’s cheek to her own as Kitty settled her chin on the crown of Claire’s head.

Does Faith laugh for you, Jamie? It is music to your ears, too?

——

June 29th, 1747

“Once upon a time, there was a brave, dashing warrior.”

Brianna was laying in the middle of the bed on her tummy, chewing on her teething ring. She’d woken up howling in pain in the middle of the night, something that was becoming more and more of a common occurrence as more little teeth invaded her sensitive wee mouth.

“He had hair like flames and eyes like deep water.”

Claire was leaning against the headboard with her legs crossed, holding Brianna’s little lamb, rubbing the tartan between her fingers.

“He called himself Laird Broch Tuarach, and he lived with his Lady.”

Brianna hummed to herself, kicking her little feet behind her as she gnawed on the ring.

“His Lady was the most important thing in the world to him. She was Queen, and he was King. Their own little kingdom.”

Brianna decided at that moment to roll over onto her back, dropping the ring in the process. Claire quickly retrieved it for her and placed it back in her mouth before she could start whining.

“The Laird had to go away, leave his Lady. And their little princess.”

Claire placed her hand on Brianna’s wee tummy, stroking gently in soothing circles.

“The little princess was born, and it was the happiest day of the Lady’s life.”

She leaned forward, dangling Lambert over Brianna’s eyes.

“Her father left behind a special gift before he had to go away. Special for his little girl.”

Brianna kept the teething ring firmly grasped in one hand, but reached up for the lamb with the other. Claire smiled warmly and lowered it onto her chest, and watched as she clung to it, rubbed it on her face, over her eyes.

“Fraser colors. So little Brianna would always remember that her father was an honorable, good man. So he would always, always be with her.”

Brianna cooed, rubbing the lamb over her cheek again before waving it around.

“Your father loves you so much, darling. So much more than I’ll ever be able to say.”

She scooped her into her arms, settling Lambert in Brianna’s tiny lap and making sure the teething ring was secure before she started to rock her to sleep. A scratchy record started playing in her head, something the soldiers often put on in the final years of the war to drunkenly sway to, something she found herself swaying to with Frank before they had to part for the last time before the war ended.

I don’t remember much about my own mother, but I do remember that she used to sing to me.

“We'll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…but I know we'll meet again some sunny day…”

Brianna’s eyes began to loll shut as Claire rocked her gently.

“Keep smiling through, just like you always do, 'till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away…”

If Claire closes her eyes, she is dancing again, there’s a record player just to her left, but it’s not Frank this time. Strong arms encircle her tightly, fingers clasped, her head on his broad chest, his heartbeat in her ears. He’s so, very warm, swaying her slowly.

“So will you please say hello to the folks that I know, tell them I won't be long…They’ll be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singing this song…”

The teething ring slipped out of Brianna’s sleepy hand, but the little lamb remained firmly tucked under her arm, Fraser colors tickling her chin.

“We'll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…but I know we'll meet again some sunny day…”

#outlander #outlander au #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #claire fraser #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #jenny murray #fergus fraser #ian murray #brianna randall #brianna fraser

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thirsty4theextraordinary · 3 years

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Everything Burns - Chapter 23

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Violence, Explosions, Blood

Word count: 1793

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | - Chapter 22

Chapter 23: Goodbye Gotham

It was deadly silent that night as Scarlett sat waiting for this plan of Jack's to take place. She had no idea what was going to happen or how but she knew it would be tonight. She chewed on her straight jacket again hoping to free herself, so she was useful when he came to get her. Maybe part of her hoped she could touch him again as well, it had been so very long since she had felt his skin against her own.

He had told her nothing other than to sit as far away from the door as possible. So she sat her back against the back wall of her cell but when the hours passed by and still there was no sound Scarlett began to worry, but then just as she was about to give up hope.

"Working late, Doc?" came an all too familiar voice before a gun shot was heard and a signature cackle.

"La la la la la" sang Joker's voice and she swore she could hear him skipping.

"That one there, big man" said Joker's voice and then there was a strange, groaning sound as the door to Scarlett's cell visibly bent inwards until with a mighty crash and it was torn from the wall and landed with the door still in the frame, inches from her feet flat on the floor. An enormous man with muscles that looked as though they were about to burst out of his own skin, stood in the doorway. His head was mostly bald but there were a few strands that still persisted, though it looked as though he ripped at them with his enormous hands. The man stared at her for a moment before he roared at her so viciously that she felt the spit from his mouth hit her cheek.

"Now, now Aaron, what have we said, happy thoughts. This is a lady and we show ladies respect" cooed the Joker and finally, she could see him. Though he was still dressed in his grey tracksuit bottoms and a grey t-shirt, he was grinning again and she beamed at him. He looked like Joker again.

"Jester, this is Aaron he's helping with our escape," said Joker as he moved into the room and began to cut her straight jacket from her.

"Oh J," she laughed as he pulled her to her feet and he just grinned.

"I got you a gift," he said happily and she smiled before he handed her a handgun with a paper flower stuck onto the barrel.

"I love it," she said and he giggled before he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cell.

Aaron the giant of a man was now breaking other patients out. Joker pulled her through the rabble as somewhere above them an alarm blared out. A few guards were on duty but didn't even see Joker and Jester coming as they tried to control the other patients and soon both guards had a bullet between the eyes. It all moved so quickly as Joker and Jester ran through the commotion of the Asylum riot, every guard they came across lay dead by the time they were through.

"I killed that Doctor lady for you," announced Joker as he rounded a corner with Jester in tow.

"Oh how romantic" she laughed and Jack cackled again, before he shot her a look that told he did indeed think his actions were very romantic and that only made her smile more.

They were heading straight for the main entrance, when the beast of the woman Heidi, who had taken pleasure in torturing Jester as best she could, rounded the corner blocking their escape. Her enormous chest was heaving as she stared angrily at the pair. Joker raised his gun towards the woman, but Scarlett held up her hand.

"No, I want to," said Jester in a voice similar to a child asking for a sweet.

"Oh of course, go ahead, princess," said Joker as he lowered his gun. Jester pulled out her own and pointed it at the enormous woman who was staring at her with venomous eyes.

"You weren't very nice to me," whined Jester, shaking her head at the woman.

"Are you going to say sorry?" asked Jester but the woman only sneered.

"SAY SORRY" Joker roared in a voice that was almost demonic.

But still Heidi stayed quiet and so without blinking Scarlett lowered her gun and in a swift movement, fired twice blowing out both of Heidi's knee caps. The gargantuan woman roared in pain and collapsed to the floor.

"I'm sorry" she sobbed lying at Jester's feet.

"Pardon, I didn't hear that" Jester cackled and the woman cried.

"I'm sorry, you psycho bitch!" Screamed Heidi tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, that was the wrong answer," joked Jester happily before she fired again catching Heidi in the throat. Joker allowed her to stay for a moment and watch the woman who had tormented her, choke on her own blood, her eyes desperate. Jester seemed to be filled with life and joy. Once the life had completely drained from her and hole in her neck had stopped squirting, Jester allowed Joker to pull her away and towards the large double doors that lead to the foyer.

Aaron the giant had caught up with them and was breaking through the doors that lead to foyer, behind Jester were hundreds of escapees just waiting to get out. With one enormous push the double door broke apart and opened with such force they ricocheted off the wall of the foyer and swung back inwards catching one inmate off guard and breaking his nose.

Joker somewhat dragged Jester to the front desk and pointed the gun at the guard that was sat there.

"Me and my lady would like to check out, so we will be wanted our things," said Joker as he draped an arm around Jester shoulder, and smiled with a sickly sweet smile. His gun still pointed at the guards head. The guard took a quick look around before deciding it was best not to argue with the hundreds of inmates and especially not with the psychopath pointing a gun at his head. The Guard unlocked the room where all the personal items were kept and Joker smiled.

"Much obliged," Joker laughed before he shot the man in the eye and headed for the room. Joker found all his things smiling at the note on bag which read.

"Name: Unknown

Alias: The Joker

Address: Unknown

Next Of Kin: Unknown"

He snatched up the clear plastic zip lock bag that held all his worldly goods and glanced over at the girl beside him who was holding her own equally large bag.

"Lets get out of her, gorgeous," he said and Scarlett laughed loudly.

He grabbed her hand again and pulled her through the rabble of inmates. The sound of the alarm filled the air still as they made it out into the fresh cool night air, at the bottom of the steps leading up to the asylum sat a lone black car and Joker laughed with triumphant as he led her towards it. The sound of police sirens was breaking through the sound of the Asylum alarm as Joker held the door to the back passenger seat of the car, with one final look behind him he jumped in beside her.

"Go Go," he said excitably jumping up and down in his seat slightly as the car shot off, the blue lights filled the rear view mirror as they headed away from the asylum. Just as Joker was about to lean out and fire at the cop a great lumbering form leaped at the police car and turned it over. Aaron roared at the police officer as he climbed out the wreckage of the car before Aaron lumbered over to him and literally pulled the police officer apart. Tearing his limbs from his body like he were made of wet paper.

Jack's cackles filled the car as it raced away from Asylum and Scarlett turned to him and with both hands she grabbed his face and brought her lips to his. He responded almost instantly as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her as close as possible. They crashed teeth in their sloppy and manic kiss but as they pulled away both were grinning.

Jack peered out there back window of the car and nodded to himself when he saw nothing but empty streets.

"Could we just stop here for a second" Jack called out.

"Sure boss," said the driver and slowly the car pulled to a halt at the side of the road.

Jack held up a finger motioning for her to wait as he got out the car and closed the door before climbed into the passenger seat.

"I've got a problem," said Joker to the driver who suddenly looked worried but made not motion to move.

"You see me and Jester are not going to get caught again. So the fewer people to know where we are going the better, so I'm afraid your services are no longer needed. It's nothing personal" said Jack before he raised the gun and fired.

It was horrific not only had the shot been such close quarters that the drivers head had essentially exploded but also the noise inside the car a reverberated causing Scarlett to become incredibly disorientated. By the time Jack had dragged the body out of the car and dumped it on the sidewalk before getting back into the driver seat, she had only just got her head to focus again, her ears still ringing and her eyes watering slightly.

"We are going to have to leave Gotham for a while," said Jack and he drove the car away from the curb.

"Okay" Scarlett said

"Come get in the front," he said and she nodded and with some difficultly, she pulled herself into the front passenger seat.

"Where are we going to go?" Jester asked as she looked out the window of the buildings rushing by.

"I don't know yet, just not Gotham" Jack didn't say much more after that and Jester watched at the passed by the sign that read. "Now leaving Gotham, Thank you for driving carefully" and she sighed Gotham sure had been a lot of fun.

"Don't worry Gorgeous, I'm not done with Gotham yet, we will be back before you know it." He said reaching across the car and squeezing her thigh slightly and with a grin Scarlet lay her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Jack," she said and Joker glanced at her on his shoulder and smiled.

"Me, too Gorgeous"

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The End

Thank you all for reading and I really hope you enjoyed this story. I may write a sequel or follow up oneshots but I currently have no inspiration or plans to do so. Please like and Reblog if you enjoyed.

Much Love

#heath ledger joker #heath ledger joker x OC #heath ledger joker X original character #joker x OC #heath ledger joker fanfiction #the dark knight fanfic #ledger joker x oc

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bitchin-beskar · 4 years

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Hi! Could you do prompts 12 and 22 for Pedro? I love your writing, and as as long as you are willing I will keep requesting more. Your writing makes me happy and allows me to escape from everything for a little bit which is really nice! Thank you!!!

Anon, you’re going to make me cry this is so sweet, I’m so happy you like my writing! As long as you send in requests, I will happily write for you! That being said, I will be writing a second part to this story. It was originally just going to be a one-shot, but the more I wrote, the more I wanted to split this into two chapters. I’m not sure when I will be able to have the second chapter out, as I have other requests and my own stories I need to focus on, but I promise you will get a second chapter!! The beginning ended up being darker than I originally planned, but I hope you still like it!!

Close Call

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This story is rated M just to be safe, there are mentions of kidnapping and threats of forced prostitution (but not descriptive), so if that is triggering to you at all, please be aware.

Requested: #12: “I don’t know if I can exist in this world without you.” and #24: “I don’t know where I am. Help me.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

God, you were an idiot. Why, why didn’t you listen?

Your friends had offered to get you a ride, why had you turned them down?

Cause you were an idiot. That was the only explanation. You’d been sure you knew the way back to your Airbnb, you swore to them that you’d be fine to walk home from the bar. You had pepper spray, you had basic martial arts training, you knew all the little tricks in case you were jumped.

You should have known better, dammit. How many times has it been drilled into your head that you don’t walk unfamiliar streets at night. You blame the alcohol. You weren’t drunk, but clearly tipsy enough that your judgement was impaired.

The longer the walked, the more you sobered up, and the more worried you became. You rubbed your cold fingers together to try and warm them. You didn’t recognize any of the street signs, and of course, you didn’t have the address of the Airbnb saved. Your friend had made the reservations, and you hadn’t thought to write the address down, and of course tonight was the night she was out with her boyfriend at the theatre.

You cursed your bad luck as you stopped under a streetlamp, digging through your purse for your phone. It takes way longer than it should to find it, considering the size of your purse. As you’re fishing your phone out, you hear… something.

Pausing, you listen intently. It had sounded like… someone talking? It had been faint, and you looked around suspiciously. It’s dark, and the streets around you appear empty. Sighing, you figure it must have been your overactive imagination combined with the paranoia that came with walking strange streets at night.

You begin walking again, opening up your phone to check and see if you could find any texts that gave you an inkling of where you were staying when you heard it again. There was definitely someone talking. You tried not to panic, but you could feel your hands beginning to shake, and not from the cold. Maybe it was someone else who was out at night, walking home, just like you were. There was no reason to panic. You turned a corner, and discreetly glanced behind you.

Okay, now you should panic. Three men, each at least six feet tall if not taller, and built like offensive linemen were walking not even twenty paces behind you. You tried to stay calm, and picked up the pace, walking faster, but not quite at a jog. You listened intently as they rounded the corner, and your heart stopped as you heard them start to move quicker as well. You held your phone protectively in front of you, hiding it from the men stalking you.

Shakily, you dialed 911, holding it carefully to your ear so that you could avoid tipping the men following you off. You continued to walk quickly, praying for someone to just pick up the damn ph–

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?”

You could have sobbed with relief, but instead you answered, your voice as low a whisper as you could get while still being audible. “Please, I need help. I’m walking down the street and there are three large men following me,” you paused for a quick breath, and to check the street signs. “I’m walking by the corner of Maple and Edgewood, please help me.”

The woman on the other end responded quickly. “I’ll send a cruiser immediately, I need you to stay on the line for as long as possible.” You wanted to feel relieved, but in that moment, one of the men behind you must have realized that you were calling for help, because you could hear their pace speed up into a fast jog. “Oh god,” you breathed, immediately beginning to sprint. “They’re running now, please, please help,” you spoke louder, your breaths coming in pants as you ran. You weren’t worried about staying quiet, not now. Now you were just trying to run faster than the men chasing you.

You could hear the woman on the other end speaking, but there was blood rushing in your ears, too loud to hear her. As your feet pounded into the pavement, you were so grateful you’d chosen pants and flats to go drinking in, as they certainly would have caught you had you been in heels.

Despite your sprint, you could hear the men behind you catching up. There were tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran, but you ignored them, trying desperately to hold out until the police cruiser got to your location. There was a sudden weight on your back, rough hands snatching your waist in a bruising grip as you went tumbling to the ground. Your head smacked on the concrete, and your vision went black.

When you opened your eyes, it took you a while to realize you weren’t in bed. For one, you couldn’t see a thing. You blinked a couple of times, and it took you longer than it should have to realize there was something over your eyes, and in your mouth,

Confused, you tried to touch your face, only for you to realize your hands were restricted, bound. Shit.

Suddenly, the memories came flooding back, the walk back to the Airbnb, the dark streets, the men chasing you, running, running, falling–

You squeezed your eyes shut, even though you couldn’t see anything, whimpering quietly around the fabric shoved past your lips and between your teeth. God, where were you? There was a sharp clang somewhere to your left, and your whole body jerked, flinching back away from the noise. You listened intently, and realized there were faint voices coming from… underneath you?

Maybe you were on a second story, or even higher, and you slumped in disappointment. Even if you managed to get your hands free, and the blindfold and gag off, the chances of you being able to escape were slim to none. You curled into a ball as best you could, and tried to keep the tears at bay. You didn’t want your captors to see you cry.

You heard the scrape of something against the floor, and as heavy footsteps began to move, getting louder and moving upwards, you realized someone was coming up to check on you. You couldn’t control the flinch your body gave, and the dark, raspy laugh that followed sent shivers down your spine.

“Ah, our little guest is awake,” the voice crooned, and you faintly noticed that his voice would have been almost handsome, if not for the dark, twisted way his tongue wrapped around his words. “You’ve been out for quite some time, little girl.”

A hand snatched your chin, and you couldn’t help the desperate whimper that left your mouth. “Aw, are you scared, little girl?” His voice was heavy with a dark amusement as he jerked your chin from side to side, likely examining your face. “There’s no need to be frightened. I’m sure the company we sell you to will treat you well.”

You could feel the blood draining from your cheeks, and another dark chuckle rang out from in front of you. “Well, so long as you please their customers of course!” His thumb ran over your bottom lip, and you shuddered. “Some of them can get kind of… violent.” His voice lowered, as though sharing a secret with you. “But you look like you could take it. Oh I wish I got to watch them break you little girl,” he leaned in, and you felt something wet and slimy run across your cheek. Oh god, was that his tongue??

His grip tightened on your aching jaw. “You don’t have much longer to wait, little girl. They’ll be here within a couple hours to pick you up.” He patted your cheek sharply, more like a slap. There was a rustling, and you heard his footsteps begin to move away and back down the stairs.

You wanted to sob, but you held back, knowing that if you broke down now, you were never going to have a chance at getting out of there. You heard the door open and slam shut a couple of times, and you realized they must have left. Listening for god knows how long, you waited to see if there was any indication that there was anyone else in the building.

After what seemed to be an eternity, you began to move, experimenting with how much leeway your hands had. After a couple experimental tugs, you realized your hands had to be tied to something in front of you. Leaning forward was awkward, and your fingernails scratched your skin a couple of times before they were able to grab the blindfold. Yanking it off, you sat back, blinking rapidly to adjust your vision.

It looked like you were in some kind of warehouse, clearly old and abandoned going off of the graffiti lining the walls. You focused on the ground in front of you, and saw this metal ring soldered to the ground, with your hands bound in rope to it. You wanted desperately to rip your gag off, but it was tied too tightly, and you wouldn’t be able to undo it without being able to move your hands behind your head.

You twisted your hands back and forth, struggling to see the knots in the dim lighting of the warehouse. The rope used to bind your wrists looked old, and the metal ring soldered in the ground had a couple of screws sticking out of it, so you began to rub the rope back and forth across the screws as fast as the rope would allow you to.

Back and forth, back and forth, you weren’t sure how long you’d been rubbing the rope when you heard a snap. The rope loosened, and with a few quick, sharp tugs, the rope completely unraveled, and your hands were free.

Your fingers flew to the rag between your teeth, clawing at the fabric until it finally came loose, and you pulled it from between your lips with a gasp. You sat there for a moment, hands shaking now that they were no longer bound to the ground. You slowly stood, your legs numb from sitting in an awkward position for so long.

Once you’d finally regained feeling in your legs, you slowly crept towards the stairs. You had to get out of this warehouse, and as far away as possible before they came back. You’d been on the phone with 911 when they’d attacked, but you had no idea how long you’d been asleep.

At the top of the stairs, you paused, listening once more for any signs of life downstairs. After a few tense moments, you crept downstairs, eyes roving all around you as you descended. The bottom floor of the warehouse seemed to hold some kind of kitchenette and living area. You didn’t do much more than look for the guys who’d taken you, too scared to take in the décor.

Thankfully, the first floor of the warehouse was empty, and you could have jumped for joy when you saw your purse and cell phone resting on the rickety table in the middle of the kitchen. You grabbed them quickly, before making your way to the door, grasping the handle and opening it quietly.

As you peered out, you saw it was still night, and you were relieved that it couldn’t have been more than a couple hours. Slipping out the door, you crept towards the bushes lining the warehouse, trying to stay out of sight. You still didn’t see any signs of people but that didn’t mean you wanted to risk it.

As you reached the back of the building, you realized you had two options. You could either take the road, and risk running into your captors whenever they returned, or you could take your chances in the woods, and hope that you could get far enough away before they got back and found you missing.

Making up your mind, you headed for the dense woods, plunging into the foliage. You couldn’t run through the woods, the undergrowth was too dense, and it was dark, but you moved as fast as you could. You tripped and stumbled over hidden roots and jagged rocks, your pants catching on thorny vines, but still you pushed on.

You had no idea how long you’d been stumbling through the woods, but you were hopelessly lost. There were no signs of civilization anywhere around you, and it was getting colder. Your head had started throbbing, and when you reached up to rub at the pain, you felt a large lump on your forehead, likely from when you’d been tackled.

The only comfort was the fact that you couldn’t hear anyone chasing after you. You had no sense of direction or time, the only thought running through your head was getting as far away as possible. It was only when your knees began to give out underneath you that began to look for somewhere to hide.

You tripped over yet another root, falling to your knees on the forest floor, hands slamming into the soft dirt as you fell. You knelt in the dirt, arms shaking as you tried to stay upright, waves of nausea crashing over you. Black spots swam in your vision, and you fought to stay conscious.

Once your vision cleared somewhat, you were able to crawl to a small, covered spot underneath a large tree. Curling up underneath the overhang, you made yourself as small as possible, both to try and stay warm, and to make sure you stayed out of sight.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness, the pain in your head flaring sharply and then dulling over and over. You heard a ringing, and at first you ignored it, thinking that it was just another part of the massive headache. But as it continued, you realized that it was your phone ringing, not your head.

Fumbling with your purse, you finally turned it upside down in frustration to get at your phone. You couldn’t read the name on the screen, your vision too blurry to make out much more than the answer button.

You clumsily answered the phone, your cold, shaking fingers missing the button multiple times before you got it right, bringing it to your ear. “H–H–Hello?” Your voice was a whisper, you weren’t sure you could speak any louder, as it suddenly registered just how much your throat hurt.

“Hermosa, oh dios mío. Sweetheart, where are you? Are you okay?” The frantic voice on the other end of the line confused you for a moment. You knew that voice, but you couldn’t remember where–

“Por favor, sweet girl, please answer me!”

It hits you suddenly. “P–Pedro?”

You hear a gasp on the other end. “Oh dios, sí hermosa, yes, it’s me. Where are you? Your roommate called, she told me you were missing, what happened?” Tears jump to your eyes at the sound of his voice, and you can’t help the sob that escapes your lips.

“T–They grabbed me, I–I was w–walking back and they came out of nowhere, t–they grabbed me, o–oh god, h–he said they w–were gonna s–sell me, an–and I r–ran, but–”

You have to stop, your voice is shaking so much you’re not sure your words even make any sense, and your head hurts and your throat hurts and oh god you just wanna go home.

There’s a strange sort of hissing noise that you slowly realize is Pedro shushing you over the phone. “Shh, shh sweetheart, it’s ok, just tell me where you are, we’ll come and find you darling, lo prometo.” His words are confident but his voice is unsteady, and you realize you must be scaring him, but you can’t muster up the words to apologize.

Suddenly his words hit you, and you feel your lungs seize up. Your breathing picks up, and suddenly your hyperventilating. “I–I don’t know!” You gasp out, your vision swimming as you start to lose consciousness. “I–I don’t know w–where I am. H–Help me.”

The first time you wake up, you don’t even open your eyes. The first thing you’re aware of is that your whole body hurts. Your arms and legs feel weighed down, and your chest feels as though it’s filled with cotton. Your head is throbbing, and your eyelids seem sewn together for all that you’re able to move them. You try to take a deep breath, and you feel... something in your throat blocking you from taking in a lungful of air.

You hear a beeping from somewhere next to you, speeding up quickly the more you struggle to breathe. You try to move your arms, and panic fills you when you realize you can’t. There’s a sudden, warm weight on your hand, as though someone’s touching you, and that's the last thing you remember.

The second time you wake up, you’re still unable to open your eyes. You’re still paralyzed, and there’s still something in your throat. But before you can panic, you hear a soft voice somewhere next to you. It takes you a minute to recognize that the voice is singing, and it takes another couple of minutes for you to realize the song is in spanish.

You’re unable to decipher the words in your drugged state–for that’s what it has to be, you think, there’s no way you’d be this out of it naturally–but the voice is soothing, and you fall asleep once more.

The third time you wake, you’re able to open your eyes. It takes a herculean effort, but you force them open, despite the pain. You look up blearily at the ceiling, and for a minute, that’s all the effort you can muster.

Once you feel up to it, you try to look around the room. The walls are white, and the sheets of the bed you’re on are white, the floor is white, the door is white, everything except for the figure in the recliner is white.

Your eyes snap back to the recliner, and it takes you a minute to recognize just who is sleeping there. Pedro has one leg tucked underneath him, his glasses halfway down his nose and a book in his lap as he snores softly. You realize he must have fallen asleep reading, and your heartbeat quickens as you watch him.

There had been a few moments where you thought you were never going to see him again, when you’d been delirious with pain and fear and likely a mild case of hypothermia. Seeing him sitting here, in the flesh, makes you want to cry.

As tears begin to roll down your cheeks, the sore skin around your eyes flares up in pain, and there’s a sudden increase in the beeping next to you. You can’t do anything but watch as Pedro startles awake at the noise, and his eyes sweep the room in a mild panic before they land on you.

You watch as his eyes widen, and he drops the book from his lap onto the floor in his haste to get to you. He’s by your side in an instant, hand coming up to gently brush away your tears. You see tears of his own well in his eyes, and you try to move your hand, only to feel a sharp pain as you do so, and a broken whimper tears out of your throat.

Pedro gently covers your hand with his own, careful not to jostle the IV in your hand, his other hand resting on your cheek. “It’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just relax,” he croons, voice quiet and soft. “You’re safe, hermosa, you’re in the hospital.” He must see the questioning look in your eyes, but he shakes his head. “I’ll explain everything later, you need to rest. Please, please rest sweetheart, you need to get better.”

You stare pleadingly at him for a moment before giving in. You’ve never been able to fight him, not when he looks at you like that, and to be honest, you don’t really have the strength to fight him at the moment. As you allow your eyes to drift shut, you see him leaning down, and you feel his lips brush against your forehead, and you hear him say one last thing, his voice breaking a little.

“I don’t know if I can exist in this world without you.”

#requests #pedro pascal #reader #reader fic #no use of Y/N #angsty #and a little dark #but there’s fluff at the end #i promise!#masterlist #fics

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hylianfury · 4 years

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I have to ask. How did Zelda and Ganon react when they found out Link was playing house with Sidon? Concubine AU.

Oh… on dear… “Playing house” Is certainly a nice way to put ‘committing murder-suicide’. Short fic incoming here, warning for heavy themes already touched in the fic (aka Link planning to kill Sidon and knowing he had no way out if he did.). I do plan to doodle for them but at the moment I don’t have access to my tablet so… on the other hand, Zelda DID notice how Sidon is looking at Link right now and that’s a whole different story…

Fair warning, this wasn’t planned NOR I took too long writing it so don’t expect high high quality…

- Concubine AU Extra chapter

Zelda and Ganondorf just exchanged the most confused glance as they studied their best friend tinkering with a line of pearls, he had been incredibly silent since the meeting with the Prince and they were expecting his first words to be about whatever was bothering him, not… well…

“No, Link, I can’t really teach you how to shave but… why?”

The centenar just hummed, slowly sliding another pearl in his long string of jewels, carefully counting them and not offering any explanation. He had that peculiar expression that meant his brain was working hard, Link was probably barely listening to them anyway.

“I can… I had plenty of sisters, wives and daughters before but I have to join Tete here in asking: why?”

Zelda couldn’t roll her eyes hard enough, she didn’t know how Ganondorf came up with the story of reincarnating over and over -Link said more than once that as far as he could remember the redhead always joked about it- but since their friend was acting weird… it wasn’t the best time to be weird.

“Good, I need to look convincing.”

“Convincing for what?”

There was a long moment of silence as the centenar slowly placed his tools down on the small, wooden table in front of him.

His lips pressed together in a very thin line and his hands turned white as he clenched his fists, Zelda and Ganondorf exchanged another worried look: whatever was bothering him had to be big, even if Link wasn’t really open about his problems he always talked with the two of them.

“I…” The man hid his face behind a hand and took a deep breath “I’m leaving the unit tomorrow.”

The three of them stood there in complete silence for what felt like an eternity. He was… what? Zelda didn’t know what to say and the gerudo seemed to be equally lost.

“I will move in with the Prince. This is why I’m… getting ready.”

“You are what, now?”

“I’ll officially be the first royal concubine of Prince Sidon, apparently.”

There was a second of shock and Ganondorf stood up, fists slamming hard against the little table between them.

“I’m murdering him.”

Zelda wanted to join in the outrage but barely managed to say a word. Link? Their Link? The little boy who never hesitated to offer dirty jokes but blushed like a maiden whenever the discussion moved to his own personal things? The same boy who, at 22, was embarrassed like a young teen admitting he hoped he’d get his first kiss from that kind Goron he seemed to like so much?

Link wasn’t even that attractive by Hylian standards: he had his growth stunned after the flood between lack of nourishment and between all the problems he had with his leg- it was true she had feelings for him but at the same time Zelda couldn’t deny Link still seemed too young for his age and wasn’t probably manly enough for a zora that was voiced to be gay.

As soon as those thoughts were over, realizations started to sink in: Link had been chosen to be a sex slave. Holy Hylia, it was no surprise he spent the whole day looking at the floor and looking like his death had just been announced.

“Let’s get you to Tarrey Town!” Even if the little man was already raising his hand in ganondorf’s direction to stop him and talk, probably to explain the situation, she couldn’t stay quiet “No one will be able to reach you there, the guardians are set to attack any non registered adult that tries to sneak in the Akkala region, you are going to be safe! I’m not letting a pretentious asshole shark have his way with you.”

“No no no…” Link just scratched his head “I… it’s not like that. Seggin told him about me, apparently, and… he wants me as his strategist or some shit like that, being a concubine it’s only the way for me to sneak in the council.”

He was clearly uneasy but at least Zelda felt a bit better at that, even Ganondorf’s tension washed away a little. It was the single most ridiculous thing both heard in a long while -and they worked with people of the caliber of Beedle and Bolson, they were used to weird shit- but it was slightly better than what they first suspected.

“Since when do you plan to help the Zora?”

“I’m not planning to…”

The fallen princess tilted her head, elbows leaning against the table. It was hard to read whatever was in Link’s head whenever he didn’t want to talk… and this was clearly one of those moments. When the man decided to speak once more it wasn’t to explain his plans, it was to give orders.

“Tetra? Once I get in you will be in charge, make sure you get ready to contact Urbosa, however you do it: you will need to tell her we’re switching sides, it’s going to be our first good chance to see the Domain fall and if we side with the winners and play the victim card well we may be able to get some Land back or some autonomy.”

“Are you planning to sabotage the war efforts? How long before you’re spotted and they kick you out?”

She didn’t like the bitter chuckle that came from the centenar’s lips, there was a deep resignation in it.

“I plan to throw the Kingdom in chaos, even if it won’t last long.” his fingers gently caressed the pearl string he put so much effort in and Zelda connected the dots: Link had a knack for poisons since he lost the ability to walk, of course he prepared a small gift for the Prince. The idiot wasn’t even going to notice it considering Zora swallowed their food whole.

“I see, that’s a great idea but… how do you plan to leave? All our efforts to reach either him or the rest of his family failed so far, if it’s hard to get in it must be equally hard to run away.” Especially in your condition, she wanted to add but kept for herself.

“Tete…” She felt Ganondorf’s warm hand against one of her shoulders and she raised an eyebrow looking at the man who somehow became a sibling for her as well “Don’t you see his face? He’s not planning to come back.”

It was like a cold shower, blood drained from her face as she turned white as a sheet. A glance at her friend, at his almost sheepish smile as he whispered a ‘sorry’ with a small shrug. How could he even suggest… how could he even think… how dared him to look like it was okay for him?

“No. You- you can’t!”

“It’s our best bet to hit the Zora where it counts, you can’t talk me out of this. I know I can’t walk out on my own but it will be fine, I have two pills: one for him, one for me. And it won’t even hurt me, I will just fall asleep…”

Zelda was horrified, for someone who never hesitated to take insane risks to protect others he sounded so ready to throw his life away…

“I won’t allow you-”

“I’m not asking for your permission.”

That tone of voice, the way he stared in her direction with determination and not even blinking… she knew Link well enough to know nothing she could say or do would change anything.

“But Link…” She didn’t even realize she started crying until she heard her own voice cracking as she tried to speak “I can’t… not without you.”

“You can do anything, my queen.” he reached forward, grabbing her hand and taking it to his lips for a quick, formal kiss “I believe in you and I believe in Gan: once the southern borders lose their current leader it will be the perfect time for him to reclaim the throne and for the two of you to move a Gerudo-Hylian offensive. The Gorons aren’t opening their gates, they can’t hide in Akkala and they will have their weakest border attacked by two tribes, not just one… Whatever will happen: destroy them. Okay?”

She was just sobbing at this point. There was no resistance when Ganondorf wrapped one arm against her and pulled the three of them in a goofy, warm hug, for once not even worrying about being careful of his leg.

For a long moment the only sound in the room was Zelda’s cry and the Gerudo was the first person to break their silence.

“I will miss you, little shithead. I don’t really regret not killing you in the crib this time, we had a good run. See you in our next reincarnation.”

Zelda’s hand slapped the red haired man but he didn’t even flinch, Link on the other hand started chuckling. The resignation in his voice, even in that, only confirmed there wasn’t going to be any way to change this.

“I will spend the next hours writing down what you will have to do once the prince is dead but… before that…” Link’s arms wrapped around both of them “I wanted to ask… just for tonight… I know we’re too old for that but maybe we could spend this last night together?”

The two didn’t hesitate before nodding. For the whole evening they barely spoke as Link worked and then they curled together on the hay bed of the centenar, mostly using the Gerudo as mattress, and slept together. When they woke up, Link had already left, he didn’t even allow them to say goodbye.

Zelda and Ganondorf spent the first days waiting to hear about the Prince’s sudden death by his concubine’s hand, mourning a person they both loved dearly. Ways became weeks, weeks turned in a month and they knew something was up. Link was still in the palace, at least for what they managed to hear, and both him and Sidon were just fine.

At the end of the second month the woman decided she had to do something. Pulling all her strings she could probably find a laundry job in the lower levels of the palace, no matter how many favors she had to ask or if she was going to be forced to beg for help.

She offered Ganondorf a hug, passed him leadership in front of their unit’s men and at the beginning of the tenth week she was running around the palace, no one wanted to work under Muzu due to his poor manners but she didn’t care: her goal was to find her beloved knight and nothing was going to stop her.

- - -

Zelda blessed her good luck, not only she ended up under one of the very few elders who openly despised the current Zora leaders, the ray was also close to the prince himself and she finally dared to speak openly with him when Link got hurt.

Seeing him again filled her with joy, no matter how angry she was, and even if they had little to no time to interact and he was drugged as she stitched him together. With the help of the elder she finally managed to see him on occasion and she was even given the chance to be around the prince’s chambers for a lot of ‘absolutely necessary’ cleaning duties… and she was glad to see Link was clearly no longer planning to kill himself and the red Zora.

Not a surprise, really, if he had better ideas and plans there was no way he was picking suicide over anything else.

What WAS a surprise was seeing, over time, watching how Prince Sidon’s attitude toward their common friend was starting to change…

“I think the prince is falling for our bro.”

Ganondorf raised his eyes from the mountain of paperwork that was piled over his desk, when Link was there he took care of it all but now it was all starting to pile up as no one was as organized as the tiny, wary man. He waited, sincerely expecting a punchline as the woman sat on the desk with crossed legs… but nothing came.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yep…”

The Gerudo’s laughter could probably be heard in the whole building, Zelda rolled her eyes kicking him when he started wheezing, clearly out of air. He gasped a few times before finally finding his voice once more, no matter how he still sounded out of breath.

“He really has no luck in love.”

“Nope.”

“And how do you think he feels about it?”

“I don’t think he noticed, honestly, but then again… you know… Link is Link.”

“Well, my friend-” he got up, reaching for his large bed and pulling a bottle of wine from beneath it “-to our little hero not killing himself!”

“Goddesses above, will you ever stop with that bullshit?”

He didn’t even answer, pouring two glasses and offering one to Zelda.

“And to us: may we be allowed to enjoy the shitshow when he figures that one out.”

Both raised their drinks, grinning, and making their glasses chime together. Link had never been found of the Zora, whatever was going to happen… it was going to be fun.

#sidlink #barely hinted #Concubine!AU #because it's still one sided #the triforce trio #tw:suicide

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westannatasharomanoff · 4 years

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THG AU Chapter 27

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26

*Natasha Romanoff was in The Capitol for an interview. She was now three months pregnant and everyone was buzzing about the baby. This interview was to announce the winners of the baby naming competition. The only thing keeping Natasha from being furious about not getting to name her own child was the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to stick it to The Capitol.*

Ceaser: I think we all know what we’re here for. Natasha, if you would open the envelope.

Natasha: Okay, Ceaser. Here goes nothing.

Ceaser: Can we get a drumroll please? *drumroll* Thank you.

Natasha: The winning name for a baby girl is Victoria, and if it’s a boy, the winner is... Triffle. *her face falls*

* Meanwhile in District 12, everyone is watching the interview together at Natasha and Bruce’s.*

Pietro: Triffle? *bursts out laughing*

Fury: That poor child.

Maria: That’s unfortunate.

Bruce: Triffle?! They want us to name our child Triffle?! That’s not even a name!

Wanda: Evidently, it is in The Capitol.

Melina: That’s okay. Triffle is a bit... odd, but we would love him anyway. Besides, Victoria is a very nice name.

Alexei: Our poor grandson is going to be teased so much.

Fury: Have you met this child’s parents? He’ll be fine.

Bruce: For everyone’s sake I hope we have a girl.

*A week later, Natasha and Bruce went to their first S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting. It was held in a hovercraft above the wilds.*

Peggy: I know we haven’t met in a while, but I assure you S.H.I.E.L.D. is as active as ever. We have three new agents today, so please give a warm welcome to Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, and Natasha Romanoff.

Grant: Wait, didn’t she just get married? Why does she still have her same last name?

Natasha: The Capitol already knows me well, so changing my name didn’t make much sense.

Peggy: Why don’t we all just introduce ourselves? I’ll start. My name is Peggy Carter and I live in District 4.

Phil: I’m Phil Coulson, I live in District 9.

Melinda: Melinda May, District 2.

Lincoln: Lincoln Campbell, District 5. I know, shocking.

Lance: Lance Hunter, District 2.

Thor: You guys know me. You also know Steve! *Steve waves*

Daisy: Daisy Johnson, I’m from 3.

Bruce: Yeah, I’ve met you. You’re the new girl from coding.

Daisy: That’s me.

Tripp: Antoine Triplett, but you can call me Tripp. I also live in District 3.

Grant: Grant Ward, from District 2.

Jemma: Jemma Simmons. I live in District 3, but I invent medical devices so I’m always in The Capitol.

Bobbi: Bobbi Morse, I’m also from District 2. Imagine that.

Lance: She’s my wife.

Leo: Leo Fitz. I’m from District 3, but we’ve met.

Bruce: Yes, yes we have.

Mack: Alphonso Mackenzie, District 6. You can call me Mack.

Daniel: I’m Daniel Sousa. I live in District 10 and I think that’s everyone, right?

Gamora: You forgot us.

Daniel: Right, our friends from The Capitol.

Gamora: I’m Gamora Zen-Titan, as you may remember.

Mantis: Mantis Brandt-Snow. I’m so happy to be here!

Nebula: Nebula Lupho-Titan. *pointing at Gamora* I’m her sister.

Peter: Peter Quill-Snow. *pointing at Mantis* I’m her sister.

*Everyone goes silent and gives Peter an odd look. A few people stifle laughter. A moment later, Peter realizes his mistake.*

Peter: Wait, no! She’s my- *sigh* never mind.

Bruce: Wait. Snow, Titan, I know those names! You let the children of the president and his closest advisor join a society to take them down?

Peter: Our father is Snow’s brother, actually.

Gamora: Not to mention none of us want anything to do with the corrupt and unfair system that is our government! The things going on in Panem just aren’t right, and anyone could see that no matter who their “family” is! Panem needs to enter a new era, and soon.

Bruce: Fair enough, carry on.

Loki: I’m Loki Odinson and *pointing to Thor* I’ve never met that man in my life.

Natasha: Oh, are you two siblings?

Loki: No. I’ve seriously never met him. It’s a total coincidence that we have the same last name.

Thor: It’s actually kind of freaky, especially considering we look very similar.

Loki: For the last time, we do not look alike! At all!

Peggy: Can we get back to business?

Thor: Right, sorry.

Peggy: Anyway, we need to take a few more people before we’re ready to start the next phase of our plan. *to Bruce and Natasha* That’s where you come in. We need to recruit Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, and Pietro Maximoff. Banner, you need to get Tony on board. Natasha, you will handle the Maximoffs.

*Natasha and Bruce accepted their assignment and the rest of the meeting went pretty well. After the meeting, Bruce was snuck to District 3 so he could talk to Tony. He encased them in the secret bubble.*

Tony: Bruce? What are you doing here?

Bruce: I’ll tell you in a minute, but first I want to know how you’re holding up. Did they ever find Pepper?

Tony: *starting to cry* No. It’s been four months and we’ve found nothing. Well, nothing but this. *Tony pulls out a ring* They found her wedding ring in the ruins of her sister’s house.

Bruce: *pulls Tony into a hug* I’m so sorry. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call. How’s Morgan?

Tony: She’s still my pride and joy. She misses her mommy, but she’s a wonderful daughter. Just turned three. I’m keeping this one close, I can’t lose her like I did Peter and Pepper. Speaking of children, congratulations. I heard about the baby. You’re not seriously going to name a boy Triffle, are you?

Bruce: We have no choice. Anyway, back to the reason I’m here. The government of Panem needs to be stopped. A secret organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. is working to overthrow Snow, and I’ve been sent to recruit you.

Tony: No. No way. I can’t join a revolution.

Bruce: We need you! The Hunger Games, the bombings, the whippings, the avoxes and muttations, none of this is acceptable! We owe it to Peter and Pepper and Vision and Sammy and everyone else The Capitol saw as disposable. This isn’t right and it isn’t fair!

Tony: I know, but this sounds dangerous and my top priority will always be keeping my daughter safe.

Bruce: What if your daughter could live in a world where she didn’t have to worry about the reaping every year? A world where she could see other districts. A world where the citizens aren’t oppressed.

Tony: That sounds amazing, but I can’t. What if they find out and kill Morgan?

Bruce: We won’t let that happen. Just please consider it. These people really want to make a change, and I want to be a part of it. But none of this is possible without you.

Tony: And you’re sure these people can be trusted?

Bruce: Yes.

Tony: Then count me in. For Pepper. And Peter. And for Morgan. Most importantly, for the future of Panem. I’m joining your revolution.

*Meanwhile back in 12*

Natasha: You may be wondering why I shut you both in a soundproof invisibility bubble with me. There is a secret organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. that has been created to overthrow Snow and I was sent to recruit you because-

Both twins at once: We’re in.

*About two months later, everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. was preparing to deliver the first blow. *

Peggy: Okay, we want to start small with something barely noticeable. In order to do that, we need someone to sneak in and grab a secret file. With that gone, The Capitol will no longer have arena ideas for the next few years.The 91st Hunger Games is probably already all planned, given it’s in a month, but this will be a major setback and a distraction for some of the most prominent figures in The Capitol.

Natasha: If we’re doing something against the games, I want to be involved.

Peggy: Absolutely not. You are in no condition to sneak into that building.

Natasha: What’s that supposed to mean?!

Peggy: Ordinarily, I’d send you in in a heartbeat, but...

Natasha: What? Am I not good enough? Did you see me in the games? I’m not proud of it, but I’m told I was impressive!

Bruce: Nat, you’re five months pregnant.

Natasha: Oh, right.

Peggy: Anyway, we’re sending in Wanda, Daisy, and Gamora. Tony Stark has made rigs for Daisy and Wanda similar to what Peter Parker made in the games. Wanda, yours will allow you to move objects with your mind.

Tony: These ones are a lot stronger than what you had in the arena. You’ll be able to move bigger objects and even people. They also work long distance.

Peggy: Daisy, yours will allow you to pulse vibrations through the floor, creating miniature earthquakes.

Tony: You can direct them towards specific people and everything.

Peter: What about Gamora? Are you just going to send her in with nothing?

Gamora: Don’t be ridiculous. *pulling out ID badge* I have my dad’s ID badge. It’ll give us access to everything. Also, I have a retractable sword.

Peter: Oh, okay.

Daniel: So you’ll be safe then? Because you have the ID badge?

Daisy: We’ll be fine, I promise. *kisses his cheek* Besides, it’s a really fast, in and out, kind of mission. We’ll be back before you know I’m gone.

Daniel: I miss you already. Be safe.

Daisy: Don’t worry, we will.

*After they leave*

Tony: So, you and Daisy, huh? How’d you two meet?

Daniel: We’re both involved with S.H.I.E.L.D. She and I met through this.

Tony: Meeting through work, nice. That’s how I met my wife. *sniff* Well, I guess now she’s my ex wife. *begins sobbing*

Bruce: *puts hand on Tony’s shoulder* You’ll be okay. here. *hugs Tony*

Daniel: Messy divorce?

Bruce: She was killed in an attack by The Capitol.

*An hour later, Daisy, Gamora, and Wanda return. S.H.I.E.L.D. is officially up and running, and they aren’t going to back down.*

#the hunger games au #hulkwidow #the hunger games #brutasha #brucenat #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #marvel #avengers

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Dark Webs (Dark! Peter x Reader) - Prologue

Prologue

Summary:

Peter Parker x Reader (About 22/23 years old. Sorta ignoring the MCU timeline because of more mature content)

MJ / Ned (27/28 years old)

Peter Parker dealing with the aftermath of his father-figure no longer around. With the world as he once knew changing around him, Peter finds himself lost and hopeless as he tries to navigate this new world. However, darkness and isolation begins to consumer Peter.

Warnings: Topics of death and depression, PTSD, angst, violence, potentially smut and fluff, somewhat ignoring the MCU timeline due to mature content

Word Count: 3576

A/N: This is my very first Peter fic, as well as first series. So feedback would be awesome, thank you all! Also, if you would like to be included in a tag list for future chapters, please comment and/or send me an ask so I can add you!

Peter stepped into the familiar yet distant apartment as if he hadn’t really been gone all this time. It felt like no time had passed, but at the same time it had felt like everything surrounding him was brand new to him.

It didn’t feel like his apartment as he walked in. It didn’t feel like he was home at all. This felt weird to him, extremely weird. It almost felt like he didn’t belong here anymore.

Everything looked how it was before, except now it just felt a little more unfamiliar. He got a weird feeling in his stomach when he saw the container of half eaten take out left on the counter, and the sink half-filled with dirty dishes.

“May?” He called out in a dry voice. He closed the door behind him, his entire arm throbbed in pain. God only knew what kind of damage was underneath this suit, he hadn’t taken it off yet, and he was way too afraid to ask Karen what his current health was. He knew he had some damage, but he was too afraid to find out.

He was terrified he’d look like…

Never mind, he thought to himself, trying to brush it off. He wasn’t ready to think about it. He had to find May, she clearly was still around, judging by the kitchen. Was she even here? Maybe she was gone too, and this was somebody else’s mess...

“May?!” He tried again, lowering his Iron Mask so he could look around the apartment with his own eyes.

Peter darted through the kitchen, but nothing. Walking through the living room, he saw papers were thrown everywhere. It had looked like a war zone, which wasn’t like his aunt at all. May always kept the place spotless, and would in fact reprimand Peter if he even left a cup on his desk out for too long.

He walked over to the papers and flipped them over. They weren’t just papers. They were Peter’s papers. Old report cards from school, a few old letters he had written to May during the summer he went to sleepaway camp, some old photographs he had taken of the two of them with Uncle Ben when he had first picked up photography.

May was still here, and she clearly hadn’t given up looking for Peter, or even thinking about him. He put the papers down as a knot formed in his chest, swallowing all of the pain he was in, both mentally and physically as he continued to search the house.

“Karen, call Aunt May,” Peter asked his suit, clearing his throat as he went to his bedroom to assess some of the damage he probably had and was too afraid to ask Karen about.

“Her mobile device appears to be inactive,” Karen answered back, making Peter begin to freak out even more. Looking around his untouched bedroom, he grabbed a sweatshirt from his closet to change into.

Turning his suit off, he finally stepped out of the iron suit, the first time in apparently five years. He looked down at his skin, his legs covered in bruises, bumps, and cuts. His legs were all beaten up from the battle, he was surprised he was walking but his body was healing fast.

He looked in his mirror, his eyes were masked by two black and blues and a giant cut across his cheek. He wasn’t in good shape at all, and that was just the outside of him.

Peter threw on the sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants as he searched for his phone. But he realized he probably lost it years ago. Great. He was afraid to leave the apartment now. Not only did he not want to leave because he was worried May would come home when he was out looking for her; but, he also was just afraid to leave in general.

Everything he just went through was still so fresh and raw. He didn’t recognize this world at all. He was afraid of the things out there. This used to be a safe space for him. He was planning on it still being that haven.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of the front door unlocking. The gentle sound of the key being turned could only mean one thing. At least, he had hoped.

“May?” Peter called out, running out of the bedroom and towards the front door to see. He had felt like a little kid again when his parents died, so afraid of the world around him. So badly needing his aunt to find him under his bed to comfort him.

“Peter?” May said with a stunned voice. The front door finally opened as they saw each other for the first time in what had felt like yesterday, and at the same time, forever.

“Oh my god, Peter!” May shouted as she ran over to him. Her eyes already flooded with tears as she embraced him. The first hug he had received this entire time, and he didn’t realize how badly he needed it.

May smelt exactly the same as he wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he finally let go. His breaths turning into sobs, unable to see anything at all as his vision blurred with tears.

“I’m sorry,” Peter apologized through his cries, muffled against May’s shoulder as he repeated himself over again, “You’re okay right? Please tell me you’re okay,” Peter asked her, finally pulling away to take a look at his aunt.

She had looked exactly the same. Her hair had grown a bit since the last time he saw her. Her glasses still hung from her nose in the same spot. It looked like she had lost weight, and he had hoped it wasn’t because of how she was worrying over him.

“I’m infinitely better now, trust me,” May breathed out as she wiped her face, looking Peter up and down. Her lips pressed together when she saw all of his wounds, “Peter, it’s been five years,” She told him, squeezing his hand with worry.

Peter pulled his hand away gently, still unable to comprehend that fact. Strange also had mentioned it had been five years, and the differences in the neighborhood had clearly shown a change, but he had never felt more lost.

“It doesn’t matter,” May shook it off, pulling him back in for a hug. She tightened her grip as he could feel her smile against his cheek, “You’re here. I’m here. That’s what matters. People are turning up, Pete. It’s all over the news,” She told him ,feeling a little more confident in this recent revelation.

But, Peter remembered what being here had cost. What the price was for being here. What he fought for. What they all fought for.

And what someone had died for.

“May,” Peter called out, taking a step backward. He couldn’t hold it in any more. He needed to tell her. He needed to tell somebody. His legs were buckling to the ground just from thinking about it as Peter stumbled onto the couch in disbelief.

May caught him and sat him down carefully, “What? What happened?” She asked, taking a seat next to him. She looked at him through his black eyes and cradled his face, “Peter, what happened out there? What happened to you?” She asked him, seeing all of the cuts on his face.

“He..he’s gone,” Peter stammered out, barely able to even say it as he spoke the words. It didn’t feel real. It wasn’t real. There was no way that what he witnessed actually happened.

But, it did happen. As his flashbacks reminded him of his face. His terrified, vacant, dying face as Peter knelt down to tell him that they had won. Only to realize that winning meant losing one of the people he loved most.

“Tony’s dead,” Peter finished as his voice cracked again as he said it. He lost it at that point as he rested his head on May’s shoulder, feeling himself breaking down bit by bit. He couldn’t hold it together anymore. Not in front of May, she would have gotten it out of him one way or another.

She pulled him close, not saying a single word. In typical May fashion, she let Peter release everything as she just sat there with him. Stroking her fingers soothingly through his hair. She hadn’t seen him this distraught since...well, since her husband had passed.

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The funeral followed later during the week, and Peter dreaded attending. But, he knew he had to. He owed it to Tony considering he sacrificed his very life for Peter, for everyone.

Out on the lake, presumably where Tony lived out the five years while Peter was stuck in the soul stone, Peter stood alone as he collected his thoughts before the service. He felt out of place and even with May with him, he had no idea how to handle this.

He hated funerals. But then again, who didn’t? He hadn’t been to one since his Uncle Ben’s, and he was pretty young for that one to really remember it entirely.

But, he was there for Tony. He saw him. He saw him die. He saw him speak his last words to Peter. He saw as Tony took his last breath. He saw as the man who he looked up to had the light taken from his eyes as he faded into the darkness.

And Peter was responsible for it. And he shouldn’t have come.

“Hey, Pete,” Happy called out to him from behind. He tapped his shoulder as he nodded back towards the house, “Pepper wanted me to invite you in the house. Tony left a message behind and she thought you may want to view it with her and Morgan,” he offered.

Morgan. The little girl whose father was taken away and Peter just stood there and did nothing about it. He knew he should meet her, Tony would have wanted him to. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it just yet. At least not today.

“I think it may be best if you guys watch it without me,” Peter told Happy as he frowned. He wasn’t ready to see a goodbye message.

“Well, if you change your mind…” Happy trailed off as he turned around to head back into the house where Pepper, Morgan, and Rhodey were also getting ready for the ceremony to begin.

Peter lined up, waiting for the ceremony to start behind Steve. At any other time, he would be completely astounded to be surrounded by all of these amazing people, heroes in which he had looked up to. But not today. This was a day he didn’t care about any of that stuff. And frankly, he couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.

May grabbed him by the shoulder, and honestly the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely was May. Gritting his teeth together, he watched as the memorial Pepper and Morgan had created for Tony sailed across the lake. It was taking everything in Peter’s will not to break down in front of all of these people.

He watched as the memorial sailed away onto the lake, complete and total silence was the only thing Peter could hear along with the sounds of sniffling from around him. He couldn’t bear to watch the monument fading away into the distance.

There went his hero, he thought to himself.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” Pepper finally said, brushing a tear away from her eye.

She always tried her best to remain poised and eloquent, even in such a dark time as this, “You all are invited to spend the rest of the day with us inside for lunch,” Pepper said as she grabbed Morgan’s hand.

Peter gulped as he looked at her tiny hands, holding onto her mother’s as she swayed anxiously back and forth. She was five, she was practically a baby, and now she would have to go the rest of her life without her father being there.

And he was to blame for that, and he knew it.

Watching as Pepper guided the two of them back inside, Morgan passed right by Peter, looking him right in the eyes. She formed a small little smile when she saw him, maybe she thought she recognized him, he thought.

But, he couldn’t look at her. He turned away the minute her big brown eyes reached his, turning his direction completely to face his aunt. How on earth would he be able to face a five year old girl, whose father was practically a father to him? Whose father he couldn’t save?

May squeezed his shoulder, nodding towards the back of the lawn, “You have some visitors if you’re up to it,” she whispered to him, pointing towards the lawn.

Peter stood there wide-eyed as he saw you all standing in the back for the first time. He hadn’t seen you all in most likely five years, and there the three of you were, dressed in black and waiting for him.

He pictured this reunion a lot the last week or so. Wondering if Ned still remembered their secret handshake like he did, or if MJ still had a crush on him like he was pretty sure he did, and if you were still going to tease him and shit on his grades, like he did.

But, this felt odd. And something was off as he worked his way over the the three of you. Ned was fixing his tie over and over again, as Peter noticed MJ’s now shorter hair, almost to her shoulders. You, however looked almost the same, but you looked detached from MJ and Ned. Which was weird for Peter because you and MJ were attached at the hip practically. But, you looked at her as if she were a stranger.

“Hey,” Ned started to say, leaning in to give Peter a hug, “I can’t believe you’re here,” he laughed out, trying his best to cover up his emotions.

“You have no idea,” Peter said with a laugh as he pulled away. He looked over at MJ with a careful smile, so incredibly happy to see her, “I meant to call you guys. I just…”

“It’s okay, we wanted to give you some space to adjust,” MJ interrupted him, reaching over to give him a hug. It was clear she was happy to see him too.

Peter raised his eyebrow at her comment as he looked at her and her hair, putting two and two together, “Have you been… alive? This whole time?” He asked her, finally putting it together.

“Ned and I were okay,” MJ told Peter as she frowned at you. It was a look of sympathy that both you and Peter now shared from your friends.

Almost forgetting you were there, Peter pulled you into a hug, his soft sighs of relief knowing you were safe as he embraced you. It felt good, even though this entire ordeal had left you entirely confused as well.

“You’re okay,” you whispered against his chest as you took in his scent.

“I’m just glad we’re all okay,” Peter nodded, knowing he had so much more he wanted to say. He wanted to tell MJ how he felt and had so much to tell all of you, but he flinched when he noticed Ned rest his hand on the small of MJ’s back.

Narrowing his eyes on him. Maybe he was reading this all wrong. No way would Ned do that to Peter, his best friend since they were practically babies.

“Peter, lets go inside,” MJ suggested, moving away from Ned to avoid any more incidents. This was not going according to plan at all.

“I’m good here. Mind telling me what I missed these last five years?” Peter asked, nodding towards Ned.

Clearly things were different now, and he was learning just how much. Peter still felt the same, an almost nineteen year old as he was when he left New York five years ago. He thought he looked the same too, maybe a bit stronger after the battle, but he was still the same Peter.

But, Ned grew. And MJ looked older, maturing into what he thought was a beautiful woman. They were older, and he and you were still the same as you were as you left.

“We didn’t think you guys were coming back,” Ned clarified, grabbing MJ’s hand for support, “Peter, we thought you were dead.”

“So that meant go against our promise to never do something like this? You’re with MJ? We promised, Ned!” Peter yelled at him, his hand clenching into a fist as he yelled through his teeth.

MJ put her palms on Peter’s chest to calm him down, but it was no use. He pushed her away as carefully as he could without hurting her.

“No! I don’t want to hear it! You’re both fucking liars,” he spat at the two of them, flailing his arms about, almost hitting you in the face.

“Calm down, Peter! What would you have wanted me to do? I thought you were dead! I had to move on!” MJ shouted back. She was always the one to call Peter out for his bullshit, leveling him out before he got in over his head. But now, all he saw was a girl who gave up on him.

“I wanted you to not forget about me so quickly, MJ! We didn’t even get a fucking chance,” Peter shook his head as he tried to walk away, but you grabbed his hand to stop him. He turned around to face you, tears in his eyes.

“Not you too, y/n,” Peter begged you, hoping you weren’t carrying a secret of your own.

You weren’t. You were just as confused and scared as Peter, “They’re our best friends, Peter. Come on,” you tried your plea to get him to hear MJ out. After all, she was your best friend, and you still had a loyalty to her as well.

Looking over at MJ, you saw how hurt she was by Peter’s words. You knew how MJ felt about Peter back when you were in school, you knew it probably wasn’t easy at all for her to let him go.

“No, they were our best friends. But they forgot about us, y/n. While we were trapped in that...thing,” Peter hissed, pointing towards the sky, then looking over at MJ and Ned, “They moved on. Lived their lives. Acted as if we never even existed,” he started shouting at them in anger.

He clenched his teeth, he was so angry he felt as if he was about to hit something, or someone, “And I’m going to do the same with you,” he told them retaliation finally.

Peter could not believe this was happening. He was so unbelievably angry. And maybe he was acting a bit selfish. But was he so easily replaceable?

Ned took a step forward, “Peter, you don’t mean that, and you know it. We didn’t want you finding out today, that’s not why we came,” he tried to tell him.

“We came here to support you,” MJ insisted, trying to get him to calm down so maybe they could all talk about this. She valued their friendship, and didn’t want Peter resenting Ned, or herself.

“I don’t care, and I do mean that. You’re all dead to me, just like Tony,” Peter said, pulling away from your grip finally as he used some of his strength, “Go home. All three of you,” he demanded.

MJ backed away, running a hand through her waves as she tried her best to remain strong, holding back her tears. You looked at Ned, who also was at a loss for words and knowing him, probably thought it was best to leave him alone.

“Peter, wait!” You called out to him, trying to get his attention. You chased after him as he rushed down to the lake, clearly avoiding going inside, you noted, “It’s been five years since the four of us have been together. I know it’s a difficult day for you, but don’t go like this,” You begged him.

Peter felt his body vibrating with emotions. Tony was dead. His best friends went behind his back and forgot about him while he was dust for five years. He had no idea how old he was supposed to be, or what he should be doing. Everything he knew was strange now.

He glanced over at MJ, talking to Ned from behind a tree as she cried into his chest. A pang of guilt coursed through him. He didn’t want to make her cry. And he definitely didn’t want to hurt you either.

There was no doubt he was jealous of Ned for living the life he wanted with MJ. And he was even partially jealous of you. You didn’t have to be resurrected from the dead to fight in that war to see your hero die in your arms, he did.

Peter watched as Ned continued to console MJ, guiding her over to the car with him. If they were so content in moving on, maybe he should too. From everything.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Peter said, shrugging you off as he pushed away. Leaving the three of you in silence, not quite sure what was going to happen next.

Chapter One

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