#am i missing any spoiler tags? please lmk if i do!

[book-place]

Remembering Normal

Warnings: slight Obi-Wan spoilers (takes place before ep 1 so it’s just information you would be getting from there), mentions of Order 66, mentions of character death, hints of ptsd, nightmares, slight cursing, crappy guys, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x teen reader

Requests: HEY THERE, can I request Obi Wan conforting his padawan that had a heartbreak for the first time? Thank youuu

Oh boy am I glad I stumbled upon your blog, I've been dying for obiwan x platonic!reader (where reader is obi wans padawan but he also kinda raised her so its almost father/daughter like, same age range around ashoka) and it's so difficult to find 🥺 Could I get like a post order 66 where obiwan as deciding to go to tatooine and they send reader with him? Really I'm fine with anything, from that or the show but with reader added in, I'm craving so much lol. And pls tag me in any that you do!

(Sorry if this wasn’t what either of you had in mind- if you don’t like it then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)

Requests by: @ensheass @fabulousapple

*not my gif*

Summary: After everything the two of you had been through, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he raised you

A/N: This is a mess- it’s all over the place; also, a very special thanks to @lemonadeandkoolaid for motivating me to do this lol

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan turned his head to the side, brown eyes locking onto your steadily breathing form immediately.

He let himself stay on the bed for another minute, eyes already ridding themselves off the sleepy state that he had just been in as whatever dreams he had been having faded away.

He couldn’t help the small feeling of gratitude that welled up in his chest. You hadn’t woken up because of another nightmare last night. For the past week you had been waking up every night screaming, flashbacks of that terrible day playing on repeat in your mind.

More than anything, he wished that he could just wave his hand and make them go away. Make you forget everything that you were forced to go through. At such a young age nonetheless.

Letting out a long sigh that partially sounded like a groan, the ex Jedi swung his feet over the side of his bed and ran his hands down his face.

Time for another day.

Lazily, he walked over to your bed, shaking your left leg slightly to wake you up, feeling slightly guilty as he did so because you had finally been able to get some sleep.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sat up in a jolt, wide eyes whipping around the room before they landed on a calm and collected Obi-Wan.

“Time to get up.” He said, voice slightly groggy still, ignoring your reaction.

With a small hum, you nodded and swung your legs over the side of your bed, running your hands down your face. Repeating the exact process that the man had done just moments before.

“We have the early shift today.” He reminded you softly, moving to your makeshift kitchen area and beginning to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

This emitted a small groan on your part, and he subconsciously let a small smile grow on his face.

“How did you sleep?” You asked quietly, pushing yourself off the hard surface that you called your bed.

“As well as expected.” Came his reply before a slight pause, as if hesitating, “You?”

You quieted, coming to stand next to him at the counter and began helping with the food, “Fine.” You said, forcing a smile onto your face as you glanced at him.

He looked at you suspiciously, but didn’t push it, which you were beyond grateful for.

In truth, you had woken up in the middle of the night because of another nightmare, but you had caught yourself before you could start screaming, trying to give Obi-Wan as much sleep as he could get.

Luckily for you, the topic seemed to fly right out of his mind as soon as the food was ready.

You had met Obi-Wan Kenobi at the mere age of four, being one of the youngest force-sensitive children ever to be sent out as a padawan learner.

When the Jedi master had first seen you, he thought that you were far too young for anything like that, but he soon learned that you were far beyond your years in terms of controlling the force.

It was no secret that he had grown fond of you immediately, taking you under his wing and caring for you more than other masters seemed to care about their padawans.

He would go out of his way to make sure that you had enough ration packs each day, keep watch at night if it meant that you could sleep, and constantly worrying about you when the two of you were sent on missions.

In a way, he felt like he had raised you.

Then Order 66 happened a year later, and everything you had ever known broke apart before your very eyes.

Within hours the Jedi Temple was gone, dead bodies littered across every hallway and in every room. The clones- your friends- had turned on you and your master while in the middle of a mission, trying to kill the two of you. The senator Padame Amidala, who you considered a friend, was said to have died while giving birth to twins. And Anakin Skywalker, a fellow master of yours, was rumored to have gone to the dark side before he was stopped by a very powerful Jedi Knight.

So when Obi-Wan said that he was going to Tatooine to watch over young Luke, you of course joined him, having absolutely nobody- and nowhere- left to go to.

To that day you still couldn’t grasp onto what had happened, waking up everyday to hoping that it was just a nightmare and you were really on a mission with Obi-Wan and Anakin, doing what you were supposed to do. Taking down the Sith to save the Galaxy.

Because even though it was a war, it was all that you had ever known and it gave you a sense of familiarity when you thought about it.

But everyday you woke up to disappointment.

The two of you began to eat your food in silence, each too consumed by your own thoughts to even attempt to make small talk, not that you guys had to anymore. You could pretty much tell what the other was thinking by just looking at them. That’s what happened when you spent so much time with a single person.

Afterwards, you each finished getting ready for the day and wordlessly went on your way.

You were both silent on the way to work, when you got there, while you were working, and on the way back to town.

What was there to speak about? You both saw each other every day, nothing new was happening with either of you that the other didn’t know about. No longer did you two have to discuss battle strategies or study maps until they were engraved in your mind.

People in the town would often whisper about you two.

The man and the teenager who were never seen apart, silently walking side by side. Her eyes sharp and his tired. Him moving in front of her protectively at the first sight of even a little bit of danger. Her being the one to do the talking if either of them ever had to. Both of them disappearing to wherever they lived at the end of the day, not to be seen again until they have to leave for work the next day.

The supposed father and daughter. Nobody knew their exact relationship, but they could only be left to assume after absolutely no information on them whatsoever.

Of course, neither of you knew about these whispers. Thinking that you were practically invisible to the town, not knowing that you’re the ones that the children made up stories about and the adults gossiped about.

And though both of you had lived there for ten years, and these people had seen you grow up from being a little girl, they still almost never tried to approach either of you.

“I’ll go get us some dinner.” You said quietly, not really finding the point in speaking up any louder.

Obi-Wan nodded, trusting you to be out on your own as he decided to focus on getting some new gloves, seeing how his were torn apart.

You floated through the crowds, not really noticing or caring that people parted for you slightly, and whispers of your name were leaving people's lips.

Your fake name, that is. You had to change it when you moved there, afraid that someone would find out who you truly were.

You made your way inside a small store, one of the very few that was able to afford an indoor shop, and began grabbing a couple of essentials for the rest of the week, before making your way over to a worker to pay.

The worker was a boy around your age from the looks of it, and he straightened up his slouched stance as soon as he saw you approach.

“I’ll just take these, please.” You said softly and politely.

When you and your master had moved to that planet, you had done everything in your power to lay low and that even meant changing your normally confident demeanor of your five year old self, into a shy and quiet one as to not bring attention to yourself.

And as time went on, you supposed that what you were pretending to be actually became a part of you, because you knew almost nothing else, your memory had begun to give out on you and you remembered less and less of what your life used to be like.

The boys mouth dropped open, probably not having expected you to talk, “Oh, uhh.- yes-right. Yes, that will be seven credits.” He stumbled a little over his words and you had to stifle a giggle.

A small smile appeared to have made its way onto your face though, and when the boy saw this a large grin grew on his own face.

You almost never smiled anymore, you couldn’t remember the last time you did that wasn’t with Obi-Wan. And even when you did with him, it was very brief and never lasted long because there wasn’t much in you lives to smile about.

Without dropping the smile, you handed him the credits and with a small ‘thank you’, you turned to walk away, but were stopped when you heard him call after you.

“Wait!” You turned, a little surprised, and saw him standing there, rubbing his hand up and down his neck, “I was just wondering if you- you know… wanted to meet up some time.”

This time, you were very surprised, and you let it show on your face.

“I mean, only if you want to.” He rushed out, eyes quickly widening in panic, “I get off of my shift in a couple hours and we can go to the cantina if you want!”

A slow smile made its way onto your expression, “Sure, that sounds nice.” You had no idea what was going on, but you couldn’t exactly say that you hated it. And what was wrong with making a friend?

“Great!” He proceeded to tell you the time he would be there and then ask you if you would be free then.

“Yes! I’m definitely free then-“ Before you could continue, you were cut off by another voice.

“There you are.” Obi-Wan's voice held a sharpness that you hadn’t heard in a long time. His back was tense and his eyes were hard, “You were taking a long time.”

If you hadn’t been surprised before, you sure as hell were now. He hadn’t used that tone with you since the war when you did something reckless (he hadn’t needed to after that because of how quickly you grew up and matured), never mind in front of another person, the ones that you two were supposed to be laying low in front of.

“Ben.” You said in surprise, the name still sounding forgein to you no matter how many times you have said it, “I was just-“

“Come on.” His voice was stern, and he was glaring slightly at the new boy who you were still yet to know the name of, “We need to go home.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The boy piped up - and judging by Obi-Wans state- stupidly.

The man’s glare deepened, “I wasn’t speaking to you.” He practically hissed through gritted teeth.

Trying to shake off your confusion, you looked up at Obi-Wan, grabbing his arm gently and beginning to pull him away.

Whatever was happening was so… unlike him, and you almost felt like you couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of you when you looked over at him. He was wearing a look that you hadn’t remembered seeing since the time of the war.

Finally breaking his gaze away from the boy, he stomped off ahead of you, leaving you to try and jog to catch up with him, neither one of you sparing a look at the confused- and now slightly horrified- boy who was trying to figure out what had just happened.

The whole way back to your home, you had attempted to interrogate him about what had just happened, but he simply shrugged you off every time. Leaving you to eventually just give up.

By the time you had gotten back, you had made the decision to give him the silent treatment until he told you what was going on, and so far he wasn’t giving in. So neither were you.

When Obi-Wan had asked you if you wanted to accompany him to watch over Luke, you had just stared back at him blankly until he sighed and went by himself.

You were grateful that he didn’t push it, because then you could have time to yourself to sneak away and meet up with the boy. If Obi-Wan had a problem with it, then he should have just told you what was bothering him. Now he can live with the consequences of his actions.

With that, you changed into the nicest clothes that you owned- which weren’t much considering you didn’t need a lot while living on a desert planet while trying to lay low.

Giving yourself a nod of satisfaction, you made your way back into town and to the place where the boy had told you to meet him.

The cantina was a decent size, not as big as some you've been to, but not exactly as small either. It was pretty good considering the planet that you were on.

As soon as you had walked in, you had scanned the restaurant, only to come up empty handed when there was no sight of him.

You determined that you were probably just a few minutes early, and took a seat in the back corner facing the door so that you could see each other when he came in.

A droid had come over to ask for your order, but you had politely told it that you would just be waiting for someone and as soon as he came you would order.

You waited for half the night.

By that point you had become so aware of all the people whispering to one another, glancing and pointing at you. The girl who wouldn’t order because she was supposedly waiting for someone that was clearly never going to come.

So with as much dignity as you could muster, you stood straight up and walked out the door, keeping your chin raised and eyes forward, refusing to let people see how you were really feeling inside. Hiding your emotions from them.

Though you were young, you knew that people around your age all over the Galaxy had already experienced this type of thing a million times. But you weren’t like those people.

You were raised your whole life being told to have no attachments, and though you weren’t attached to that boy, you grew to realize that you had subconsciously become attached to the idea of having a friend- having anything normal.

So with an unsettling feeling in both your stomach and your heart, you trekked back to your home, head down and lost in deep thoughts.

As soon as you stepped in through the door, your eyes snapped up in surprise to see Obi-Wan pacing back and forth between the walls. Normally the two of you would camp out just outside of Luke's aunt and uncle's farm if you were watching over him and it got too late. So you hadn’t been expecting to see him back.

“Obi-“ He cut you off sharply.

“Where have you been?” He demanded, coming to a halt in front of you, and it wasn’t hard to detect the worry in his voice and face. Then a look of realization crossed his face, “You were meeting that boy weren’t you?” An indecipherable look appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but look away.

“Save the lecture.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “He didn’t even show up.”

Obi-Wan felt his face and heart soften at hearing this, and he sighed before striding over to your side, seeing past your tough exterior. Looking - almost into your soul- and into the part of you that was hurting. In pain.

“I’m sorry.”

The sincerity on his voice made your eyes snap up to meet his, and for the first time since before you could remember, you felt your eyes well up in tears over something that had nothing to do with the war.

“I just wanted to be normal.” Your voice cracked and Obi-Wan felt a sadness swallow him up as well as a sense of guilt, it was probably his fault the boy didn’t show anyway.

“I know.” He mumbled, pulling you to his chest soothingly, gently rocking the two of you back and forth, “I know. I’m sorry.” He continued to mumble into your hair, placing a gentle kiss in it.

There were two things that Obi-Wan knew about his life at that moment. One of those things was that things would never go back to how they used to be. With the Jedi. With Anakin. Without the Empire. And the other thing was that no matter how old the two of you would get, Obi-Wan would do everything he could to look out for you. Just like he had for as long as you could remember.

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[defountaine]

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[rileyclaw]

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[speedrunnercrafting]

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[platonic-plots]

Abandon all hope.

Request/Summary: [supernatural s5e10 spoilers] “ok so this is sad but could you possibly do an imagine based on jos death but instead of jo its the winchesters sister? make it fluffy and sad so i can get all the feels :))) :(((”

Pairings: sister!reader x sam, sister!winchester x dean

Words: 1595

Warnings: swearing, character death

Specific time/Important info: i’ve obviously had to change some things/details/dialogue/etc. e.g. there’s no Ellen 

Your heart pounded as you sprinted away from the hellhounds that followed you, their growls and barks filling your ears and consuming your mind. You could hear them getting closer and closer until-

“DEAN!” you screamed, seeing your brother on the ground. 

“Y/n, stay back!” You ignored his request as you aimed your gun as the invisible beings around him. You weren’t prepared to lose someone today. You continued to shoot, satisfied by the whimpering you could here coming from the hound as it fell back into the garbage can behind it as you stepped closer, determined to kill it. You were so engulfed in saving your brother that you didn’t hear the other hellhound as it crept up on you – when you finally heard its snarls, it was too late. 

You heard Sam yell out in shock as you were forced down and a set of razor-sharp claws pierced your skin before dragging themselves down your torso. You screamed in agony, your vision blurred and your mind felt like shutting down. You struggled to piece any of your thoughts together as the searing pain overtook your entire body, not letting your brain focus on anything else. The sound of gunfire was barely noticeable; you didn’t even realise that Dean had picked you up to bring you to safety until his arm brushed against the open wound, resulting in another scream erupting from your lungs and tears pricking in your eyes. It really fucking hurt. 

With every step, the pain grew worse and you clawed at your brother’s arm for some sort of relief. Sam and Dean shot into the nearest building – a hardware store – as if the hounds’ damage hadn’t already been done. Dean placed you down on the floor against the counter as gently as he could, doing his best to comfort you as Sam tried to barricade the door.

“Hang on, Y/n, just breathe, okay?” Dean knew the magnitude of the situation, he just didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to admit that his baby sister was dying because she tried to save him. He didn’t want to admit that his worst nightmare was about to become a reality. “Sammy, I need some help over here!”After he’s salted the windows and doors, he rushed over to be at your side, and his heartbroken expression told you everything you needed to know. You were going to die, and this time they couldn’t help you. Your breaths were shallow and even the slightest movements caused you to wince in pain. The blood poured from you wound and you couldn’t help the whimpers and grunts that emerged from you as Sam bandaged you up whilst Dean held you, trying to provide any sense of comfort. They looked at each other with faces full of pure worry, sadness and fear – it was clear what was going to happen, but you all acted as if not saying it out loud would somehow stop it from occurring. 

“Your gonna be alright, Y/n/n, you’re gonna be alright,” the younger of the two whispered to you with your head pressed against his chest. He had remained next to you whilst your other brother had fixed up the radio to try and contact Bobby. Although Sam tried to distract you, you could still hear pieces of the conversation shared between Dean and Bobby.

The voice was muffled but you could hear the machine spouting something about figuring out what to do next. Dean paused momentarily, thinking of how to word his response: “Bobby, I don’t think she’s…” he trailed off, scared he’d start crying if he continued. Bobby pressed him further. You swear you saw your brother wipe a tear before toughening up. After that, you stopped eavesdropping and instead savoured what would be some of your last moments with Sam. You listened to his lies about how you were ‘gonna be okay’ with a hint of a smile on your lips – even when you were, quite literally, on death’s door, he didn’t want you to worry or panic. You were going to miss him more than he would ever know.

Dean finished his conversation and returned to you and Sam before explaining what he’d learnt. “So now we know where the devil’s gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt.”

“Yeah, we just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight.”

“And that’s after we get Y/n the hell out of town.” He looked down at you, sympathy rich in his eyes. “Maybe with a stretcher?” Sam nodded, and Dean turned to see what in the store he could use.

“Stop.” Your voice was stronger than any of you expected, “can- can we be realistic about this, please?” Their eyebrows furrowed. You hissed in pain, and continued: “I can’t move my legs. I can’t be moved. My guts are being held in by a fucking Ace bandage. We need to get our priorities straight.” You paused, suppressing another episode of crying whilst your brothers looked at each other in a way that was becoming all too familiar. “Number one, I’m not going anywhere-“

“Y/n Y/m/n, stop talking like that,” Sam’s voice caught at the end as you interrupted him.

“Sammy,” your head shook slightly, “I can’t fight. I can’t walk. But I can do something. We’ve got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need.” Tears threatened to fall and your voice became unsteady as you planned your own death.

“Everything we need?”

“To build a bomb, Sam.”

Dean snapped his head up: “No. Y/n, no.”

“Y-you got another plan?” You knew this was the only way. You knew that if you were going to die, you were going to help your brothers in the process whether they liked it or not. Dean opened his mouth, but no words came out. “You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, they’ve got all of our scents. They will never stop coming after you.” Silence. “The doors won’t hold for much longer anyway. The dogs will come in, you two will hit the roof a-and make a break for the building next over. I’ll wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one,” you smiled, “or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway.

Sam opposed your decision, “No, you’re our baby sister, Y/n. We’re supposed to protect you, I won’t let you do it.”

“This is why we’re here, right?” Sam shook his head – the pain in his eyes bore into your soul to the point where you couldn’t stand to look at his face any longer. Your heart was breaking into a million pieces and you could feel every single crack. “If I can get us a shot on the devil…” You looked at your other brother, knowing that even though it crushed his soul, he was going to be more reasonable about it. “Dean, we have to take it.”

“N-no, that’s not-“

“Sam,” you grabbed his hand, albeit weakly, and let your voice wobble as you cried, “this might literally be your last chance to treat me like and adult. You might wanna take it.” You nodded at your brother as he looked into your eyes, and you saw a glimpse of understanding. Your brothers knew what they had to do – either of them would’ve sacrificed themselves in a heartbeat had they been in your position.

“Get to work.”

Both your mental and physical state meant that you’d lost your grasp on time, and on what was happening around you. Slumped over, you struggled to stay awake through the pain as you waited for the bomb to be finished so you could finally… let go. It felt like days had passed before the action slowed down and you noticed their presence once again. Dean led the wires towards you whilst Sam held both of your hands in one of his and embraced you, trying to give you a final glimpse of comfort.

“I love you, Y/n, okay? I will never forget what your doing for us, baby. I am the proudest brother in the world, Y/n/n. Our lives will… they’ll never be the same, baby girl. It won’t be long until you see us again.” Sam’s smile was teary but his expression was abundant with pride and love.

You shook your head, the corners of you lips edging up despite the pain, “I-I hope not.”

“Okay, this is it,” Dean whispered as he showed you the switch. “I’ll see you on the other side, Y/n,” he mumbled, pressing the control into your hand. Gently, he reached out to hold your face as he kissed your forehead, and it took everything in your power to not let out a sob. You didn’t want to make this harder than it already was.

The doors shook, the hellhounds using more force with every passing minute.

“Go.”

“Y/n-“

“Please. Go.” You refused to look up at them, though you could hear them walk to the back of the store. “Dean,” your voice was quiet but still audible. “Don’t miss.”

Once they’d left the room, silent tears continuously flowed down your face as you stared at the doors across the room and watched as they grew weaker with every pounce from the merciless beasts on the other side. You gripped the switch tightly, ready to detonate the bomb as soon as you had to. Seconds later, barks filled your ears as the chains snapped and the doors swung open.

God I hope-

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Acquisitions

Summary: Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Words: 2354

Notes: Spoilers for season four, reader is a WOC. I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

Tagging: @kittiofdoom @justanothergal22 @sophspark @blinder-secrets if you would like to be tagged just lmk!

One

CHAPTER TWO

The compartment you would be sharing with Luca was in the first class part of the train, a place you had never thought you would ever set foot in. You thanked the men who carried your suitcases and they replied with curt nods. There was a short exchange between Luca and two of his men, all of which was in Italian, so you were left staring in between the two parties and trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

When the men finally left they closed the door, leaving you and Luca alone for the first time.

“So, your folks didn’t come.”

You looked up Luca, brow furrowed in confusion. “My…folks?”

“Parents.” He clarified. “Although I can’t say I blame them, I wouldn’t want to meet me either if I was in their shoes.”

“Oh.” You hesitated, trying to find the best way to break it to Luca. “My-my parents are dead.”

The easy smile that had been on Luca’s face fell, and he suddenly took on an appearance that wasn’t too dissimilar to that of a sad puppy. “Thomas didn’t mention that.” He said. “What happened?”

“There was a cholera outbreak in Small Heath fifteen years ago.” It had been a terrible time, as each day meant more lives lost, and it felt like your home had been haunted by the specters of Fear and Death. Days before your parents passed your mum sent you to stay with Polly. She hadn’t told you why and you didn’t think to ask, as you always enjoyed time with your aunt. Years later you would learn that your parents knew of their impending deaths, and they didn’t want to risk passing the disease onto you, or have you see them die. “The doctor said they died in their sleep. They didn’t suffer.”

Despite your effort to make the whole thing seem better than it had been at the time, Luca still seemed pensive and even sympathetic. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Even though this could’ve been an act, you felt endeared towards Luca for this display. “It’s alright.” You awkwardly placed a hand on Luca’s, smiling in a manner that you hoped was comforting.

There was silence between the two of you as Luca looked first at your hand, then at you. Fearing that you had done something wrong, you quickly pulled your hand away. Clearing your throat you looked over at the two bunk beds in the wall. “So shall I take the bottom or the top?”

If Luca was at all surprised at your sudden withdrawal and change of subject, he didn’t show it. “Well normally I like to be on top.” He looked down at you and grinned, making your face heat up. “But I’ll take the bottom for tonight.”

Before you could say anything, Luca took off his coat, then his suit jacket before moving to unbutton his shirt.

Face going bright red you immediately turned around, looking down at your feet for extra measure.

“Don’t tell me you’re already finding me unattractive?” The hint of playfulness in Luca’s tone made you go redder. “Usually it takes a couple years for that to happen.”

“I just wanted to give you some privacy.” You said quickly, feeling his eyes on you and goosebumps rise all over your skin.

A heavy silence hung between you two, and again you were left worrying that you had done something wrong.

“Have you…have you ever seen a man naked before?”

You said nothing, afraid of what would come out of your mouth and how it would sound.

The cold hand of fear had taken hold of you, clutching at your windpipes and digging it’s talons into your gut. It suddenly occurred to you that you had no idea what Tommy had told Luca about you. If he left out the death of your parents, what else did he omit? What did he add? Was Luca under the impression that you were a different kind of woman from the one you truly were? Worst of all, was he beginning to regret this agreement? It wasn’t too late for him to go back on his word, when the train pulled into London he could have his men dispose of you and go back to Small Heath. Except things would be worse, with Luca no doubt wanting retribution for being handed something faulty, when he thought it was in perfect condition. You could die far from home, your body tossed in the Thames or in some alley, probably never to be seen again.

Luca sighed heavily and for a second, you braced yourself. Although for what, you weren’t entirely sure.

You didn’t turn back around until you heard the compartment door close.

Hours later, when Luca still hadn’t returned, you cautiously changed into your night clothes. As you performed Maghrib, you expected Luca to walk back in, distracting you to the point where you had to repeat your prayers more than twice. Even with all the stumbles, by the end of it, he had not returned. You were still alone after Isha’a.

Lying in the top bunk, you stared at the ceiling of the train, listening to the occasional footsteps, waiting for Luca to return. You closed your eyes.

‘Allah bana yardım etsin.’

When you woke, it was to a train compartment that had you as it’s only occupant. With each passing second, you felt yourself grow heavier, where you could barely properly perform your prayers. Terror had fully taken hold of you, and the only thing that was preventing you from crying was the fear of Luca walking in and becoming even more infuriated than he surely already was. After your prayers, you curled up on the bottom bunk, clutching the wedding photo of your mum and dad that you had brought with you, reciting every prayer for mercy and forgiveness that you knew.

If today was your day to die, you would die with Allah on your tongue.

At the sudden knock on the door, your words of worship turned to dust, and your mouth felt as if it was full of ash. Slowly, still clasping the photo, you got off the bunk, and opened the door.

It wasn’t Luca.

“We’re going to arrive in London soon.” Said the Italian, who you recognized as one of the men Luca had spoken to yesterday. “Be ready to leave. Some men will be here to help you with your things.” He left before you could respond.

Your heart was racing so badly you feared it would jump right out of your chest. What was Luca planning? Perhaps he intended to lull you into a false sense of security, have you think you were safe before killing you at the last possible second. A new prayer was added to your list: one asking for a swift death, if mercy was out of reach.

As promised, when the train pulled into the station, three men came in to take your bags, leaving you to trail after them. When you stepped out onto the platform you saw Luca talking to the man from earlier, gnawing on a toothpick. He seemed to tower over everyone else, both physically and in presence. You slipped the photo of your parents into your coat pocket, but kept a firm grip on it.

Luca looked over at you, but it was only for a second before he spoke in Italian to your three nameless helpers. He didn’t appear to be angry, but then Tommy didn’t always look angry when he was. That was when you knew he was at his most dangerous and furious.

When he approached you the chill of fear came over you again, and you found yourself unable to move.

“Come on, don’t want to miss our ship.” To your surprise, Luca offered his arm.

After a slight hesitation, you tentatively held onto his arm, maintaining enough distance to run when the time came. Luca lead you to a slick black car and your bags were placed in the backseat while you and Luca sat in the front. His men all went into cars of their own and when Luca drove everyone else followed.

The silence between the two of you only lasted a short while longer before you broke it. “I’m sorry.”

Luca glanced down at you before looking back onto the road. “For what?”

“I-I’m probably not what you expected.” You said quietly. “I don’t know what Tommy told you or what you were expecting, but I’m sure it wasn’t…well me.” You swallowed thickly as you tightened your grip over the photo of your parents, feeling it fold in your fingers. “But if you’re going to kill me, just-please make it quick.”

There was a pause that felt unbearably long but you knew, logically, couldn’t have been any longer than a minute.

“You think I’m going to kill you?” Luca sounded equal parts incredulous and confused. “What the hell gave you that idea?”

Surprised at his reaction, you furrowed your brow. “Well, I mean, like I said, I’m probably not what you expected so…”

“So you thought I would kill you.” Luca looked down at you with the same sad puppy look from yesterday. “What kind of man do you think I am?” Before you could answer he shook his head and looked back out onto the road. “Don’t answer that.”

“Look, I know I don’t cut the friendliest of figures, but I wasn’t going to kill you. Thomas might’ve left a few things out, but that’s hardly worth killing my wife over.” He moved one hand from the steering wheel to your arm, giving it a squeeze. “I’m a man of my word.” He said seriously. “And I gave my word to marry you and make peace between our families, so that’s what I’m going to do.”

The silence that came over you two was suffocating, but not in the same way as before. You felt like a silly little girl who had blown things out of proportion and you wanted the bottom of the car to open up so you could fall into the ground and disappear. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled. “I just…I was scared.”

Luca gave you a glance. “I don’t blame you.” He muttered.

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the drive.

You had never been on a ship before, never even seen one, so you truly had no expectations. But the Queen Victoria still managed to take your breath away, with its immense size and elegant appearance. You didn’t even know that ships could look elegant, but there she was.

Not wanting to get lost in the crowd, you clung onto Luca’s arm and followed him like a second shadow, watching other people board the ship or load cargo onto it. When it came time for you two to show your tickets to the attendant, he raised a brow.

“What business do you two have in New York?” He asked.

Luca smiled in a friendly manner that seemed surprisingly genuine. “We’re getting married.” He looked down at you with a gaze that was so adoring it made you blush.

The attendant raised a brow, no doubt wondering how two people with such an obvious age gap managed to get engaged to each other, but made no comment. He merely gave the tickets back and waved you both on, giving his attention to the next party in line.

Once again you were situated in first class, and the cabin you shared with Luca was immense. In fact to call it a ‘cabin’ would be doing it a great injustice, seeing as how it was easily bigger than either of the homes you grew up in. Looking at it, you suspected that even if you compared the total square footage of both houses, it still wouldn’t be as big as this almighty ‘cabin’.

However, there was one problem. There was only one bed. You probably should’ve expected this, but somehow you hadn’t and seeing it now, you felt yourself go red (again), and try to wrap your head around the fact that for the first time ever, you were going to be sharing a bed with a man.

“I can sleep on the sofa out in the main room if you like.” Luca suggested, as if sensing your discomfort. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that!” You replied hastily. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” As you looked back at the bed, a thought suddenly occurred to you. “Luca, where did you sleep last night?”

“Well luckily for me, some poor sap missed the train so there was an extra first class compartment free.” He looked down at you, face full of tender concern. “You’re sure you’re alright with sharing the bed?”

“Yes.” You said, voice surprisingly soft. You gazed up at Luca, taking in his presence. For a man who was so effortlessly intimidating, not to mention incredibly dangerous, he had treated you with surprising kindness. “I mean, if I’m going to be your wife I should get used to it, right?” You smiled in a way that you hoped came off as confident and cheerful, although you weren’t entirely sure.

“Right.” Luca returned a smile that sent waves of comfort crashing over you somehow. “I’m going to talk to my men, you make yourself at home tesoro.” He leaned in, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you.

But instead, he brought a hand to your face and gently caressed it, his mouth a respectable distance away. His eyes slowly roamed over you before he turned on his heel, confidently striding to wherever it was his men were sleeping.

Heart beating faster than one of Tommy’s horses at a race, you sat down on the bed, so dizzy and overwhelmed you could barely feel how soft it was.

It was beginning to look like you stood a very real chance of falling for your soon to be husband, and you feared everything that might bring.

Translations:

Allah bana yardım etsin: God help me (Turkish) (Google translate)

Tesoro: Treasure/Sweetheart (Italian) (Google translate)

Notes:

As far as I’m aware there was no cholera outbreak in the the real Small Heath during that time, or even in Birmingham. If there was then that is just a huge coincidence.

Maghrib and Isha’a are two of the five daily prayers every Muslim must perform unless they meet the criteria to miss it.

The Queen Victoria is a made up ship based off the Titanic, again any similarities to any actual real ships is a total coincidence.

[manglefic-a]

Acquisitions

Summary: Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Words: 2354

Notes: Spoilers for season four, reader is a WOC. I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

Tagging: @kittiofdoom @justanothergal22 @sophspark @blinder-secrets if you would like to be tagged just lmk!

One

CHAPTER TWO

The compartment you would be sharing with Luca was in the first class part of the train, a place you had never thought you would ever set foot in. You thanked the men who carried your suitcases and they replied with curt nods. There was a short exchange between Luca and two of his men, all of which was in Italian, so you were left staring in between the two parties and trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

When the men finally left they closed the door, leaving you and Luca alone for the first time.

“So, your folks didn’t come.”

You looked up Luca, brow furrowed in confusion. “My...folks?”

“Parents.” He clarified. “Although I can’t say I blame them, I wouldn’t want to meet me either if I was in their shoes.”

“Oh.” You hesitated, trying to find the best way to break it to Luca. “My-my parents are dead.”

The easy smile that had been on Luca’s face fell, and he suddenly took on an appearance that wasn’t too dissimilar to that of a sad puppy. “Thomas didn’t mention that.” He said. “What happened?”

“There was a cholera outbreak in Small Heath fifteen years ago.” It had been a terrible time, as each day meant more lives lost, and it felt like your home had been haunted by the specters of Fear and Death. Days before your parents passed your mum sent you to stay with Polly. She hadn’t told you why and you didn’t think to ask, as you always enjoyed time with your aunt. Years later you would learn that your parents knew of their impending deaths, and they didn’t want to risk passing the disease onto you, or have you see them die. “The doctor said they died in their sleep. They didn’t suffer.”

Despite your effort to make the whole thing seem better than it had been at the time, Luca still seemed pensive and even sympathetic. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Even though this could’ve been an act, you felt endeared towards Luca for this display. “It’s alright.” You awkwardly placed a hand on Luca’s, smiling in a manner that you hoped was comforting.

There was silence between the two of you as Luca looked first at your hand, then at you. Fearing that you had done something wrong, you quickly pulled your hand away. Clearing your throat you looked over at the two bunk beds in the wall. “So shall I take the bottom or the top?”

If Luca was at all surprised at your sudden withdrawal and change of subject, he didn’t show it. “Well normally I like to be on top.” He looked down at you and grinned, making your face heat up. “But I’ll take the bottom for tonight.”

Before you could say anything, Luca took off his coat, then his suit jacket before moving to unbutton his shirt.

Face going bright red you immediately turned around, looking down at your feet for extra measure.

“Don’t tell me you’re already finding me unattractive?” The hint of playfulness in Luca’s tone made you go redder. “Usually it takes a couple years for that to happen.”

“I just wanted to give you some privacy.” You said quickly, feeling his eyes on you and goosebumps rise all over your skin.

A heavy silence hung between you two, and again you were left worrying that you had done something wrong.

“Have you...have you ever seen a man naked before?”

You said nothing, afraid of what would come out of your mouth and how it would sound.

The cold hand of fear had taken hold of you, clutching at your windpipes and digging it’s talons into your gut. It suddenly occurred to you that you had no idea what Tommy had told Luca about you. If he left out the death of your parents, what else did he omit? What did he add? Was Luca under the impression that you were a different kind of woman from the one you truly were? Worst of all, was he beginning to regret this agreement? It wasn’t too late for him to go back on his word, when the train pulled into London he could have his men dispose of you and go back to Small Heath. Except things would be worse, with Luca no doubt wanting retribution for being handed something faulty, when he thought it was in perfect condition. You could die far from home, your body tossed in the Thames or in some alley, probably never to be seen again.

Luca sighed heavily and for a second, you braced yourself. Although for what, you weren’t entirely sure.

You didn’t turn back around until you heard the compartment door close.

Hours later, when Luca still hadn’t returned, you cautiously changed into your night clothes. As you performed Maghrib, you expected Luca to walk back in, distracting you to the point where you had to repeat your prayers more than twice. Even with all the stumbles, by the end of it, he had not returned. You were still alone after Isha’a.

Lying in the top bunk, you stared at the ceiling of the train, listening to the occasional footsteps, waiting for Luca to return. You closed your eyes.

‘Allah bana yardım etsin.’

When you woke, it was to a train compartment that had you as it’s only occupant. With each passing second, you felt yourself grow heavier, where you could barely properly perform your prayers. Terror had fully taken hold of you, and the only thing that was preventing you from crying was the fear of Luca walking in and becoming even more infuriated than he surely already was. After your prayers, you curled up on the bottom bunk, clutching the wedding photo of your mum and dad that you had brought with you, reciting every prayer for mercy and forgiveness that you knew.

If today was your day to die, you would die with Allah on your tongue.

At the sudden knock on the door, your words of worship turned to dust, and your mouth felt as if it was full of ash. Slowly, still clasping the photo, you got off the bunk, and opened the door.

It wasn’t Luca.

“We’re going to arrive in London soon.” Said the Italian, who you recognized as one of the men Luca had spoken to yesterday. “Be ready to leave. Some men will be here to help you with your things.” He left before you could respond.

Your heart was racing so badly you feared it would jump right out of your chest. What was Luca planning? Perhaps he intended to lull you into a false sense of security, have you think you were safe before killing you at the last possible second. A new prayer was added to your list: one asking for a swift death, if mercy was out of reach.

As promised, when the train pulled into the station, three men came in to take your bags, leaving you to trail after them. When you stepped out onto the platform you saw Luca talking to the man from earlier, gnawing on a toothpick. He seemed to tower over everyone else, both physically and in presence. You slipped the photo of your parents into your coat pocket, but kept a firm grip on it.

Luca looked over at you, but it was only for a second before he spoke in Italian to your three nameless helpers. He didn’t appear to be angry, but then Tommy didn’t always look angry when he was. That was when you knew he was at his most dangerous and furious.

When he approached you the chill of fear came over you again, and you found yourself unable to move.

“Come on, don’t want to miss our ship.” To your surprise, Luca offered his arm.

After a slight hesitation, you tentatively held onto his arm, maintaining enough distance to run when the time came. Luca lead you to a slick black car and your bags were placed in the backseat while you and Luca sat in the front. His men all went into cars of their own and when Luca drove everyone else followed.

The silence between the two of you only lasted a short while longer before you broke it. “I’m sorry.”

Luca glanced down at you before looking back onto the road. “For what?”

“I-I’m probably not what you expected.” You said quietly. “I don’t know what Tommy told you or what you were expecting, but I’m sure it wasn’t...well me.” You swallowed thickly as you tightened your grip over the photo of your parents, feeling it fold in your fingers. “But if you’re going to kill me, just-please make it quick.”

There was a pause that felt unbearably long but you knew, logically, couldn’t have been any longer than a minute.

“You think I’m going to kill you?” Luca sounded equal parts incredulous and confused. “What the hell gave you that idea?”

Surprised at his reaction, you furrowed your brow. “Well, I mean, like I said, I’m probably not what you expected so…”

“So you thought I would kill you.” Luca looked down at you with the same sad puppy look from yesterday. “What kind of man do you think I am?” Before you could answer he shook his head and looked back out onto the road. “Don’t answer that.”

“Look, I know I don’t cut the friendliest of figures, but I wasn’t going to kill you. Thomas might’ve left a few things out, but that’s hardly worth killing my wife over.” He moved one hand from the steering wheel to your arm, giving it a squeeze. “I’m a man of my word.” He said seriously. “And I gave my word to marry you and make peace between our families, so that’s what I’m going to do.”

The silence that came over you two was suffocating, but not in the same way as before. You felt like a silly little girl who had blown things out of proportion and you wanted the bottom of the car to open up so you could fall into the ground and disappear. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled. “I just...I was scared.”

Luca gave you a glance. “I don’t blame you.” He muttered.

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the drive.

You had never been on a ship before, never even seen one, so you truly had no expectations. But the Queen Victoria still managed to take your breath away, with its immense size and elegant appearance. You didn’t even know that ships could look elegant, but there she was.

Not wanting to get lost in the crowd, you clung onto Luca’s arm and followed him like a second shadow, watching other people board the ship or load cargo onto it. When it came time for you two to show your tickets to the attendant, he raised a brow.

“What business do you two have in New York?” He asked.

Luca smiled in a friendly manner that seemed surprisingly genuine. “We’re getting married.” He looked down at you with a gaze that was so adoring it made you blush.

The attendant raised a brow, no doubt wondering how two people with such an obvious age gap managed to get engaged to each other, but made no comment. He merely gave the tickets back and waved you both on, giving his attention to the next party in line.

Once again you were situated in first class, and the cabin you shared with Luca was immense. In fact to call it a ‘cabin’ would be doing it a great injustice, seeing as how it was easily bigger than either of the homes you grew up in. Looking at it, you suspected that even if you compared the total square footage of both houses, it still wouldn’t be as big as this almighty ‘cabin’.

However, there was one problem. There was only one bed. You probably should’ve expected this, but somehow you hadn’t and seeing it now, you felt yourself go red (again), and try to wrap your head around the fact that for the first time ever, you were going to be sharing a bed with a man.

“I can sleep on the sofa out in the main room if you like.” Luca suggested, as if sensing your discomfort. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that!” You replied hastily. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” As you looked back at the bed, a thought suddenly occurred to you. “Luca, where did you sleep last night?”

“Well luckily for me, some poor sap missed the train so there was an extra first class compartment free.” He looked down at you, face full of tender concern. “You’re sure you’re alright with sharing the bed?”

“Yes.” You said, voice surprisingly soft. You gazed up at Luca, taking in his presence. For a man who was so effortlessly intimidating, not to mention incredibly dangerous, he had treated you with surprising kindness. “I mean, if I’m going to be your wife I should get used to it, right?” You smiled in a way that you hoped came off as confident and cheerful, although you weren’t entirely sure.

“Right.” Luca returned a smile that sent waves of comfort crashing over you somehow. “I’m going to talk to my men, you make yourself at home tesoro.” He leaned in, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you.

But instead, he brought a hand to your face and gently caressed it, his mouth a respectable distance away. His eyes slowly roamed over you before he turned on his heel, confidently striding to wherever it was his men were sleeping.

Heart beating faster than one of Tommy’s horses at a race, you sat down on the bed, so dizzy and overwhelmed you could barely feel how soft it was.

It was beginning to look like you stood a very real chance of falling for your soon to be husband, and you feared everything that might bring.

Translations:

Allah bana yardım etsin: God help me (Turkish) (Google translate)

Tesoro: Treasure/Sweetheart (Italian) (Google translate)

Notes:

As far as I’m aware there was no cholera outbreak in the the real Small Heath during that time, or even in Birmingham. If there was then that is just a huge coincidence.

Maghrib and Isha’a are two of the five daily prayers every Muslim must perform unless they meet the criteria to miss it.

The Queen Victoria is a made up ship based off the Titanic, again any similarities to any actual real ships is a total coincidence.