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loversdontlie86 · 4 years

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WHAT IF...Stranger Things

by: Lovers don't lie86

Ao3 link:

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Categories:

F/M

M/M

Fandom:

Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships:

Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler

Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson/Suzie

Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler

Joyce Byers & Jim "Chief" Hopper

Will Byers & Mike Wheeler

Jonathan Byers & Will Byers

Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper

Joyce Byers & Will Byers

Will Byers & Lucas Sinclair

Will Byers & Dustin Henderson

Eleven | Jane Hopper & Jim "Chief" Hopper

Billy Hargrove & Maxine "Max" Mayfield

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Eleven | Jane Hopper & Maxine "Max" Mayfield

Characters:

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Eleven | Jane Hopper

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Maxine "Max" Mayfield

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Erica Sinclair

Joyce Byers

Jim "Chief" Hopper

Murray Bauman

Billy Hargrove

The Party (Stranger Things)

Shadow Monster | Mind Flayer

Additional Tags:

Episode: s03e08 The Battle of Starcourt

Hurt/Comfort

Major Character Injury

Blood and Injury

Hurt Will Byers

Gay Will Byers

Will Byers Needs a Hug

Will Byers-centric

POV Will Byers

Will Byers Can't Catch a Break

Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers

Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler

Mike Wheeler Loves Eleven | Jane Hopper

BAMF Maxine "Max" Mayfield

BAMF Eleven | Jane Hopper

BAMF Nancy Wheeler

Jim "Chief" Hopper Lives

Protective Joyce Byers

Protective Mike Wheeler

Protective Eleven | Jane Hopper

Protective Jonathan Byers

Will Byers & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Friendship

Eleven | Jane Hopper & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Friendship

Will Byers & Mike Wheeler Fight

Will Byers & Mike Wheeler Friendship

Mind Manipulation

Shadow Monster | Mind Flayer Possessing Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship

Lesbian Robin Buckley

Eventual Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Language:English Stats: Published:2020-09-25 Updated:2020-10-29 Words:4005 Chapters:4/? Comments:23 Kudos:35 Hits:560

#will byers #bylerfic #byler #firstfanfiction

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kamahontas-fanfiction · 4 years

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I got very wise advice from my friend, to post not only stories here, but also some “backstage” for each of them like for example the process of writing.

For a long time, I have been wondering where to start and then it came to my mind, that thought FanFiction community is pretty wide and most people already know what this thing is, I have encountered many who never even heard the term. That’s when I remembered a presentation I once prepared for my students at the Culture Animator course, which was simply explaining the term and guiding them through this incredible world of writing. I started from just a few words: NEW ADVENTURES OF WELL KNOWN CHARACTERS.

This was the beginning, and now I will walk you through this vast world filled with adventure.

According to Wikipedia, Fanfiction is a type of fictional text written by fans of any work of fiction where the author uses copyrighted characters, settings, or other intellectual properties from an original creator as a basis for their writing. Fanfiction ranges from a couple of sentences to an entire novel, and fans can both keep the creator's characters and settings or add their own. Fanfiction is a form of fan labor.

Fanfiction can be based on any fictional (and sometimes non-fictional) subject. Common bases for fan fiction include novels, movies, bands, and video games.

To me, however, it’s much more than that. It is a whole new world filled with adventure. While writing the author can join his favorite characters and lead them into new situations, sometimes even different realms (AUs). The writers have completely endless possibilities and only their imagination is the limit. Fanfiction can be a way to relax, to ease the tension, or even a kind of self-therapy. It’s creating a new world or entering an already existing one. Characters from their favorite movie, show, or book can be put in new situations and joined by newly created ones (OCs). Have a big vivid imagination? Pour it on the paper or into a Word file! Enwind into your own brainwaves and create something new, something you’d like to happen to your favorites. There’s only one rule: HAVE FUN!

I remember my first fanfiction ever written. It was in my third grade and the teacher gave us homework to write a story based on our favorite book or movie. Obviously, she had no idea what fanfiction was, since it was long before home Internet was a common thing (the late 1990s in Poland), so she just called it “a story based on book or movie”. I really wanted to write something based on my then-favorite movie “Anastasia”, but I didn’t realize that I could check the director of it in the end credits, and it was required to include the director of the movie or author of the book, on which we were basing our stories, but I was lucky to have a novelization of the movie. The joy was endless because I could freely write what I wanted. I was off to work. Probably a week later the story was ready and I was incredibly proud of myself. The story had (at least I thought so back then) a good plot, really cool characters, and was in the fandom I loved. Of course, the term fandom wasn’t anything known to most people back then. Yet, I didn’t think of that much. What a ten-year-old would worry about, would be if the story would be well received by a teacher who basically hated them. To my surprise I got A+, and that meat even more than it would be at any other classes. This was my first adventure with fanfiction. And the rest is something for another post.

#fanfiction #writingfanfiction #definitionoffanfiction #writing #storywriting #startingwriting #firststory #firstfanfiction

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idioticnerd24-blog · 7 years

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Rescue-Avengers X Reader

This is my first fanfic and I'm not expecting anyone to read it. Sorry for any grammar errors or stuff like that. It's also cringey. Well then, here's my first fanfic and hope you enjoy. Y/N's POV I woke up to the sound of gunshots and explosions. My cell door opened to a group of soldiers. They grabbed me and hurried me to safety, surprisingly. Guess Hydra doesn't want their most powerful experiment dying. An explosion blew the soldiers and I back. A few unknown people handcuffed the remaining soldiers and a tall man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with a patriotic uniform on. "Don't worry, we're here to rescue you. I promise." He held out his hand, and reluctantly, I took it. We walked back to their so called jet. Once I was outside, I got to see nature for the first time. Sure, it was dusty and chaotic, but I could truly see what beauty looked like. The moon shine brightly in the night sky. I savor end this moment. The patriotic man hurried me to the jet, and I was met with a team of dangerous, yet kind-looking people. "So we came here for a teenager? What a waste." a man with a red and gold robotic suit spoke. Glaring at him, a wave of f/c pushed him to fall, and quietly, a brownie appeared in my hand. A red haired woman in a black suit looked at me with pleasure. "I like her already." she said. Smiling, I continued eating my brownie on the way to, wait, where? When we arrived, the patriotic man introduced me to his teammates. Turns out his name is Captain America, who's secret identity is Steve Rogers. The red and gold idiot is Iron Man, aka Tony Stark. There was also Natasha Romanoff, or Black Widow. But one particular boy caught my eye. He was wearing a red and blue onesie looking thing, with a spider in the middle. "What's your name, Spiderboy?" I asked. "Peter P-I mean, Spider-Man." he answered. Raising an eyebrow, Steve walked me to my room, where I'll be living. He offered food, but, that's the last thing on my mind. I just want to be alone. I reflected on how Hydra caught me. Flashback "MAMA, PAPA!" I screamed. It was no use. "Shut it, little girl. These people aren't your parents. We will help you, make you stronger." Shaking my head in doubt, the man hit me with the back of his AK-47. "NOD, LITTLE GIRL! Now, walk." Flashback over. It was always like that. Not until a man who I thought could be considered a friend, raped me. I was only 10 when that occurred. I was turned into a sex slave, until they decided to experiment on me again. That's how I got these powers, I guess it's telekinesis and summoning stuff out of nowhere. I am also very experienced with any weapon. But, I prefer a katana. I also was trained to become one with the shadows, never showing any emotion. But I couldn't do that, so I tried to expertly martial arts their butts. I didn't happen. A knock at the door shook me to reality. A man with black hair, blue eyes, and a metal arm walked inside. He seemed familiar, in a way. "Hey, kid. Lunch is being served." he spoke. I recognized that voice. It was Bucky Barnes. My grandmother used to show me pictures of him, because she was his girlfriend once. But those stories, and pictures faded away once I was taken. But, nothing can take away the father figure I had for Bucky. Walking with Bucky to lunch, I explained everything that happened to me. It felt calming, natural. I told him about my grandmother and the pictures. "Do you remember a lady named Lacy Lue?" I asked. He shook his head. Drooping my head, we arrived for the main event: Lunch. I ate like this meal was the last meal I will ever have. "Slow down, kiddo. The food's not going anywhere." A man broke the silence. He had blonde hair, with blueish and greenish eyes. Nodding my head, I savored the food. After lunch, Natasha decided to train. I followed her. "Wanna learn how to properly control your powers?" a brown haired lady asked. Shrugging, she carried a bench with a few waves of the hand. 'That's easy.' I thought. I carried the bench, also. ***A few hours later*** I was exhausted. I used my powers too much, and I beat Natasha. Which is extremely rare, in this team. Sleep has taken the best of me. Guess I'll take a short nap. Sorry for the cringe. I know it's horrible. Well then, hope you enjoyed!

#avengers #avengersxreader #peter parker #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #tony stark #thecringe #firstfanfiction

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jevieofevil-blog · 7 years

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Flowers

Jay x evie fanfiction

Warning// lots and lots of angst

Word count : 1,826

Love was clearly in the air at Auradon prep, one cold, February morning. Red, white, and bright pink confetti was scattered throughout the hallways. Posters advertising the school’s upcoming Valentine’s Day dance were plastered all over the walls and doors. Students were exchanging flowers, chocolates, and a variety of gifts with each other. It was a magnificent sight.

Jay was leaning against his open locker, thinking about the type of flowers that he could give Evie , the love of his life, for Valentine’s Day. Every year, during this romantic holiday, he would present her with a different bouquet of flowers, just like he would for any other holiday. Although the thief stated numerous times that the beauty of each bouquet could never compare to her beauty, Evie loved them nonetheless.

Carlos passed by and noticed his friend deep in thought, so he asked him, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good,” Jay answered, turning to close his locker door.

“You sure?"carlos asked. "You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

“I was just thinking about my V-Day gift for evie ,” jay said.

“What are you going to give her?” He asked, curiously.

“Flowers,” Jay replied. “I just don’t know which kind.”

“You get her a flower bouquet for every significant holiday,” Carlos pointed out. “Don’t you want to get her something different this time, like, a wreath of flowers?”

“Not really, she was never the type for extravagant gifts like that from me any way ,” jay explained, “Besides, she loves the bouquets I get her. I get her a different bouquet every holiday and she loves them.”

“That’s true,” carlos said , understandingly. “She loved the tulips you gave her during your first V-Day as a couple.”

Jay nodded, remembering how the brunette’s eyes lit up when he presented her with the honey blue , baby blue , and white bouquet two years ago.

“However, she did freak out when she found a dead bee in one of the flowers,” Carlos continued.

Jay had bit his bottom lip as he recalled how loud evie screamed upon finding the lifeless yellow and black insect inside one of the bouquet. She never really was fond of bees, alive or dead.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Carlos said, slapping his friend on the shoulder in a friendly way. “I’m sure she’ll love the bouquet you get her this Valentine’s Day.”

“Thanks, man,” jay said, cracking a small smile at carlos .

carlos grinned and walked away, leaving the jock to continue his brainstorming.

Lunch time began within a matter of hours and jay still had no idea what kind of flower bouquet to give evie . As he stood in line to buy a hamburger and fries for lunch, he mentally went through different kinds of flowers, but none of them seemed to be perfect for his girl.

When Jay exited the lunch line with his lunch, he spotted mal sitting at a table by the cafeteria window and immediately made his way towards her. Mal was one of ,and always would be, evie’s best friends If anyone could help him determine what kind of flowers She would like best, mal would be the person to go to.

“Hey, Mal ,” Jay said, getting Her attention. “I need your help.”

Mal rolled her eyes and said to him, “For the last time, I’m not helping you curl your hair .”

“No, that’s not what I need help with,” Jay said, quickly.

“Are you sure about that?” Mal asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

Jay ’s hands flew to his face and felt the light patch of hair between his two eyebrows. His eyes widened slightly and he made a mental note to take care of the issue later.

“Look, that doesn’t matter right now,” Jay said, exasperated. “I need your advice.”

“Okay, but I should warn you, people sneeze better advice into tissues,” Mal told him.

“That’s true,” Jay said, missing the offended look on the fairy’s face, “but your advice might come in handy in this situation, since this is evie I’ve come to talk to you about.”

“Well, I’m all ears,” Mal said, attentively. “What’s the problem?”

“You know how I give Evie flowers every single year for Valentine’s Day, right?” Jay asked.

“Yeah, like, you gave her yellow daffodils last year,” Mal said, remembering the day, “and white lilies for her last birthday. What are you planning on giving her today?”

“That’s the problem, I have no idea what she’ll like,” Jay explained. “I give her a different flower bouquet every V-Day, every anniversary, every day that is special to her. I’m running out of ideas.”

“So, I’m guessing that’s where I come in,” Mal said, pointing at herself.

“Yeah, got any ideas?” jay asked.

Mal sat there in silence, going over all of the flowers that Jay had ever given evie during the previous two years that they were together. He gave her tulips for their first Valentine’s Day and daffodils for their second. For her birthday, he presented her with lilies one year, and cherry blossoms for the second. He showered her with daisies on their one-year anniversary and lotuses on their two-year anniversary. Mal was surprised that Jay did not even consider one flower in particular, one that every romantic girl was fond of.

“What about roses?” mal suggested. “I’m surprised you’ve never given her those.”

“Aren’t those a bit cliché?” Jay asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I would love nothing more than to give Evie roses, but guys do that for girls all the time. It’s nothing special.”

“Then, make it special,” Mal told the Thief . “Do something with the roses that guys typically don’t do with them when they give them to girls.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?” Jay asked, curiously.

“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out,” Mal reassured him. “Ben and I are going out after school, but I’ll text lonnie and ask her to keep her grandmother’s floral shop open long enough, so you can go after school and pick out the arrangement of roses you think eves would like.”

“That would be great, thanks,” jay said, gratefully.

As soon as the final school bell of the day rang, Jay was the first one out the school doors. He hopped on a bus that took him downtown to Lonnie’s grandmothers floral shop. Once he was in the store, he examined every rose bouquet in the store, trying to find the perfect bouquet for Evie .

Fortunately, for jay , the store was empty because lonnie turned the store sign around to indicate that it was closed. The reason for this was because she was closing the store early, once lonnie was finished, so she could go home and get ready for her sword match .

Twenty minutes into the search, Jay still could not find what he thought would be evie’s ideal rose bouquet. To matter matters worse, Lonnie was glaring at him from behind the front counter, tapping her fingers on the wooden surface impatiently. She did not really like jay as a person as of right now , but she respected his desire to buy Evie flowers. However, she did not think that he would take so long.

“Could you be any slower?” the brunette questioned him, sarcastically.

“Don’t rush me!” Jay said, exasperated. “I can’t just grab a bouquet and go!”

“Well, I urge you to hurry because Chad is picking me up at my apartment at six and i need to work on my foil ” Lonnie spat, furiously.

“Cool your jets!” Jay cried, examining a display of roses. “I’ll be done in a minute!”

Lonnie huffed and turned to rearrange a bouquet of red roses in a nearby vase. This caught His attention; when he turned to look at the bouquet she was working on, he noticed that the roses were made out of paper.

“Hey, are those origami roses?” he asked for clarification.

Lonnie shot him another glare and asked, “Why do you ask?”

Jay did not reply to her question. Instead, he turned back around to look at the display of roses. He selected four white roses, four pink roses, and three red roses, then made his way to the front counter to pay for them.

Lonnie raised an eyebrow at him as he showed her the eleven roses that he wanted her to tie together with a silk ribbon, and said, “Men typically buy women a dozen roses for Valentine’s Day, Jay !”

“I know,"jay said, pointing at the origami roses. "I’d also like to buy one of these.”

“They’re not for sale,” Lonnie said, confused.

“Don’t care,” Jay said and, with a firm voice, added, “I’ll take one.”

When Jay exited the floral shop, he glanced at his watch and thought it would be a good time to go see Evie . Clutching the bouquet of roses in his hands, he hopped onto another bus that would take him to see his girl.

Once he got to his destination, he crossed the street and continued his journey down a path covered with snow. He shivered as the blast of cold wind and snow hit his face, but continued to walk. He would go to the edge of the Earth and back for evie ,so walking a short distance on a cold winter day was nothing to him.

In a matter of minutes, he stopped in his tracks. A soft gust of wind blew and he could feel strong arms wrap around him, and a head rest on his right shoulder, but no one was standing behind him. He closed his eyes, reopened them, and tightened his grip on the bouquet of roses in his hands.

“this Valentine’s Day, I’m giving you twelve roses; eleven real and one fake,” Jay stated, lovingly. “I love you, evie… , and I will continue to love you until the last rose dies.”

Another soft gust of wind blew as Jay kneeled down and gently placed the roses in front of Evie’s tombstone. He closed his eyes again, as a tear slid down his cheek, and he silently cursed the heartless, which that cost Evie’s her life six months ago. However, the thief smiled when another cool gust of wind blew, and he could feel her spirit with him once more.

The Gang were surprised when they first learned that, despite the fact that Evie was no longer around, Jay had placed hibiscus flowers in front of her grave last Christmas and sunflowers on their anniversary in January. However, they were also touched and they respected jay’s decision to continue the tradition of getting Evie flowers, as a way of thanking her for being an important part of his life.

As long as there was air in his lungs and strength in his legs, Jay would always bring Evie flowers.

#jay x evie #evie x jay #jayvie #jevie #firstfanfiction #descendants 2 #disney descendants #follow #me #sendprompts #jay #evie

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dirmony15-blog · 7 years

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Hold On To Me Oneshot (Louren/Camarry)

Link: Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/107562475?utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&utm_source=android Tumblr: http://5hfanfiction.tumblr.com/post/160275200607/hold-on-to-me-louren-one-shot AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10755168/chapters/23848398

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ladytrapeze · 4 years

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I’ve finally fallen down the rabbit hole. After being unable to find the headcanons I wanted after five days, I FINALLY caved and wrote my first fanfiction.

Oh my god, I can’t even believe myself

#fanfiction #fanfic #firstfanfiction #mha #bnha #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bakudeku #bakudeku fanfic #katsudeku

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clozzersaurus · 7 years

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I finally got A03 to let me share to tumblr properly! So this is my first time writing fanfiction, but I love writing, and Riverdale, and obviously bughead so now I finished my degree I decided to give it a go! I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing with this yet or where it’s going but I just needed to write something... reading fanfics isn’t enough anymore! I hope it isn’t too bad <3 I’ve also posted this on my Wattpad too (clozzersaurusrex).

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Riverdale - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: bughead Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Alice Cooper, Polly Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Hal Cooper Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, relationship, SlightAU Summary:

When Betty saw Jughead in that jacket she couldn't stop herself from liking it. She knew it meant that things were about to change, hopefully not for the worse. Then all at once Polly goes into labour, Fred Andrews is shot, Thornhill burns down and Jughead moves to the Southside. This fic follows Jughead and Betty through the ups and downs of their relationship in the aftermath of the Season One finale.

#bughead #riverdale #jughead jones #betty cooper #betty x jughead #jughead xbetty #ao3 #ao3feed #fanfiction #first fanfic #firstfanfiction #fluff #smut #angst #romance

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fromexilewithlove · 7 years

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Together: Rowdy 3 Angst

Taking my first crack at this!

Together

Martin was outlined by the city lights shining through the window, keeping watch while the others slept in the darkest hours before the dawn. A month out after escaping from Blackwing for the second time and from batshit Wendimoor for what he tried not to think of as "the first time", the Rowdy 3 had landed on the second story of a cheap motel room in Sedona, Arizona.

He breathed out cigarette smoke in a sigh when he felt Amanda wake up. Almost every night, she woke up at least once in an unsettling burst of silent fear and panic. On nights when Martin kept watch, though, she barely slept at all--catnapping, and each doze ending with the jolt of fear that set his teeth on edge. It was driving him crazy--he would have been glad to take the fear from her, but it always dissipated within 15 or 30 seconds.

He could feel her watching him, and rumbled gently without turning around, "Nothin' bad is gonna happen, Drummer. Go back to sleep."

The room had two double beds, but Amanda and the other three Rowdies had all piled tightly together onto one. She carefully extricated herself from the others and pulled a sheet off of the second bed to wrap herself in, settling herself on the floor next to him and laying her head on his knee. How she managed to slip out of the dogpile without ever waking the others up was a marvel to him. His hand twitched in a struggle for self control; he wanted so much to bury a hand in her hair. Instead, he took another drag and asked coolly,"Somethin' on your mind?"

The rush of despair and hurt from her took him by surprise, but not as much as the words she managed to choke out semi-calmly, "I heard what you said to Vogel. Sound travels in the desert."

Shit. It only took an instant for the pieces to click together for him, and he understood why she wasn't sleeping.

Martin, Cross, and Gripps had been starved by Blackwing and all of their limits had been tested by the bewildering trip to Wendimoor, so the first order of business after their escape was finding enough food to recharge them. Amanda had brilliantly led them to Las Vegas for two weeks of wild, rampaging, glorious freedom.

Lots of energy in Vegas. Plenty of bad people to fuck up. Easy for even the Rowdies to blend in. They were all drunk with it, lost in the joy of being together again--Martin included. It felt so good to not be hungry anymore. So good to be together. So good to watch Gripps win on every slot machine he tried, and Vogel pretend to win on every slot machine he tried.

Eventually, though, it was time to move on--and Martin began to process everything that had happened over the past year. He had failed to protect them all, but he couldn't square in his head how many times Amanda's life had been put in danger since meeting the Rowdies. He began to distance himself and consider the possibility that she would be better off without them.

Two days after Vegas, they stopped at an RV Park for the night and she volunteered to go get some snacks and water from the office. Vogel was telling them all about a security guard that had challenged him and Amanda while they were on the run, and Martin interrupted him once Amanda was out of sight to broach the subject, "That sounds like it coulda gone very wrong with just the two of you. I didn't send you with her to take stupid risks; I intended you to protect her."

Vogel stared back as if Martin had slapped him, "But...she's okay. And...and we found you. Everything is good now!"

"Everything is not good now," Martin replied evenly, "We need to start thinkin' about what's best for her, " he glanced at Cross and Gripps, who were also looking stricken, and continued, "...And what's best for her might be staying the hell away from the Rowdy 3."

The silence stretched between them, but the conversation didn't continue because Amanda returned with the water, and she went with the others who opted to go straight to bed. In hindsight, he realized that her inability to sleep had started on that night.

He returned his focus to her, trying to keep his tone light, "So that's why you haven't been able to sleep? Afraid I'd pack ‘em up and leave you without saying goodbye?"

The surge of anger that pushed through her other emotions at his attempt to downplay her pain made him feel ashamed of himself, "Am I wrong about that?"

"...No," he finally whispered, agonized and letting it creep into his voice.

She swallowed uncertainly, voice shaking,"Do the others agree with you? That I don't belong with you?"

"No," he answered her honestly, and continued hoarsely, "But, Manda...staying with us is going to get you nowhere. You could end up dead, or in a cage...I can't bear that."

"Why not? If I can bear it, you can bear it," her anger was ascendant now, "What do you think it was like for me and Vogel knowing that Blackwing had the rest of you these past few months? We never gave up because we knew that we belong together,"her eyes flashed at him as she added, "Besides, I was already in a cage."

"What?!" he demanded, startled into anger,"What are you talking about?"

"Seriously?" she eyed him and shook her head in disbelief at his inability to understand, "How long do you think it had been since I'd left the house before going to the grocery store that time I caught on fire? How many people do you think I had visiting me other than Todd, or treating me like anything other than a fragile freak with no real life ahead of me?"

Once the first sob choked out, tears began flooding down her cheeks, "You found me and brought me out of that cage. And I love you. I love Cross. I love Vogel. I love Gripps. I thought you loved me,"her voice died and she turned away from him, in a futile effort to hide her weeping.

The others had long since woken up, and were radiating nonverbal expressions that clearly communicated the range between eye rolling, "Duh, and "Stop being an ass, Martin." He blinked at them in a moment of clarity, not used to being the last one in the know.

He had been the first one to find her. Gripps had been the first one to realize her significance (he had the sense to keep her courtship brick as a keepsake, for heaven's sake). Cross had been the first one to make promises to her. Vogel had been the first one to trust her.

They belonged together.

#Rowdy3 #Rowdy 3 #DirkGently #AmandaBrotzman #Martin #Cross #Vogel #Gripps

#Angst #NeverthoughtIwouldfallinlovewithsomeoneelsesworld #firstfanfiction

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