I thought I shook things up and request a Laurel x fem reader that takes place outside of Nevermore. So Laurel is on the run after the events at Nevermore. She's several states away, but a car full of drunk kids accidentally drove her off the road and sped away instead of helping her. Her car is flipped over, she's woozy since she hit her head, and she can't get out because her legs pinned, she hollers for help, and her savior is a winged outcast reader. At first she's terrified that this outcast is going to hurt her but the reader's voice is so soft and gentle and she looks like an angel so Laurel let her help her out of the wreckage. But when the reader wants to take her to the hospital, Laurel freaks out because she's on the run from the law, so the reader takes her back to her cabin and nurses her back to health. Gradually, Laurel stops thinking about killing the reader and starts trusting her and falling in love. At the end, she decides to stay with the reader and let go of her hatred of outcasts. Thank you! 😁
Yessss!!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it!!!! I think is a very interesting request, thank you very much, sorry if it is too long, and about the language mistakes :)))))))
From hate, to love
Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Fairy! Reader
Warnings: Angst, dark Laurel at first, fluff, enemies to lovers?
Word count: 7,345
Summary: You live a lonely life, you were a fairy and you liked to live far form the world. One night, your live will go upside down.
N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!
“How do you do!!! Lalalalala,” You sang while driving. The night was dark and that little road was dangerous, but you were used to it. You did the same path every day. There was never anyone on that little path and you were pretty relaxed, until you saw something disturbing.
They looked like tire tracks on the side of the road. You frowned and slowed down, taking a closer look at those tracks. They were lost at the edge of the road, where there was a small height. It was obvious that it was an accident.
You pulled off the road and stopped the car, trying to look up that little cliff.
“Oh, my…” You sighed, getting out of the car. “I hope there are no victims...”
You leaned out and soon made out some red lights that seemed to be from a car. You approached the little cliff, and with the help of your wings, you went down that steep slope.
Yes, you were a forest fairy. A living oddity, who had long since decided to live alone, far from normal people, who did not understand your abilities, your nature. You turned on your cell phone flashlight as you cautiously walked up the stony path toward the headlights of the crashed vehicle.
You pointed to the ground, looking at a small trace of what looked like motor oil.
“Oh mother of…” You whispered, fearing that the occupants of that car could have suffered a fate worse than some injuries.
“Help!”
A cry for help interrupted your thoughts. It came from the car.
“Please, help! I'm trapped!”
You shook your head and without wasting any more time, you ran to the car.
It was shattered, turned completely inside out. You crouched down to look inside, where a woman was crying desperately, crushed by the weight of the vehicle's collapsed roof.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” You asked, leaning out the shattered window. “Oh shit, what a stupid question... I'm going to call 911...”
“No... No...” That woman whispered. Her appearance was a mess. A trickle of blood runs down her head. She surely must have hit it due to the accident.
You barely heard that murmur and you got ready to call 911. But you were not lucky. Immediately the phone, with a last plea indicating that you had no battery, died.
“Shit, shit shit,” you said jumping on the ground. “Okay, okay, wait, wait, I'm going to help you, but I need some light… I think, I think I have a flashlight in the car, please hold on, calm down, I'm here…” You turned around and left flying.
Your ancestors could fly tens of feet high, but you couldn't do it anymore, although you could go faster if you used your wings.
“Flashlight, flashlight, flashlight…. Flashlight!” You said, closing the trunk. “I'm on my way”
Gliding you reached the car again, pointing the flashlight at it. The woman was still inside, and she looked up at you with a terrified expression.
“You... You... You flew...” She whispered, while you looked inside the vehicle to check the seriousness of the situation. You looked at her and nodded slightly, while your stomach knotted seeing how that woman's legs were completely blocked by the remains of the car.
“What happened?” You asked. She seemed to somehow want to stay as far away from you as possible, even when she was trapped. You ignored that fact, surely the poor woman would be in shock.
“I'm not going to tell you anything… Murderer!” She yelled, her eyes full of hate. You backed away, startled and surprised.
“Excuse me?” You asked.
“You're… You're one of them…” She whispered. It was difficult for her to speak, but she seemed to still have the strength to rave, and suddenly see you as a danger.
“One of them? Who?” You asked, understanding that surely those crazy things were the product of shock and the blow she gave herself to her head. “Hey, calm down, come on, I just want to help you.” you said with a soft, reassuring tone.
“You can't help me…” The redhead sighed. “You're an outcast…” She said, pointing to your wings.
“A what?” You asked, shaking your head. “Oh, do my wings scare you? Don't worry, I'll hide them right away.”
Closing your eyes, you hid your wings, below the horrified look of that woman, who looked at you with tears in her eyes.
“You... You don't want to hurt me?” She asked, closing her eyes. She would surely be about to faint. You sat on the ground and shook your head, trying to reason with her. If you didn't help her, she wouldn't have a good fate.
“Of course I don’t,” you said with a calm, serene face. “I just want to help you…”
“Help me…” She whispered, dropping her head on one of her shoulders.
“No, no, no, don't fall asleep, stay with me,” you said, extending your hands to her face and caressing her gently.
“Maybe you're an angel…” She said in a barely audible tone.
You had to do something and fast.
“Maybe,” you said, trying to joke. “Okay, now I'm going to try to get you out of there. Hold on, and don't close your eyes.”
With almost acrobatic movements, you managed to reach her belt and unbuckle it. While you maneuvered, you kept an eye on her eyes, so they wouldn't close. With one skillful movement, and taking as much care as you could, you managed to pull her legs off, dragging her out of the car through the window.
“Okay, okay, it's done…” You said, taking her in your arms and examining her legs with the flashlight. “Oh, my God… Tell me you can move that leg.”
She made an effort, but with a cry of pain she confirmed that she couldn't.
“Surely it's broken, it looks very bad…” You said, starting to get nervous.
“Don’t, don't touch me…” the woman whispered. “You, you are a monster...”
You rolled your eyes and gently lowered her head to the ground as you approached the hideous wound on her leg.
"Okay…" you sighed, placing your hands on the bone that protruded from her wound. With a crack, accompanied by a piercing scream from the redhead, the bone snapped back into its place, almost completely healing itself.
“What have you done to me?” She asked, crying in pain.
“Sorry, my powers are not quite polished, but at least I was able to fix the mess on your leg a bit. At least that way you can get to the hospital without bleeding to death on the way.”
“To the hospital?”
“Of course, come, I'll take you in my car,” you said, grabbing the woman and standing her up in the way that her condition allowed. She fell to the ground again, dragging you too, who fell to your knees. “Hey, come on, make a little effort, my car is right there…” You said softly, pulling her arm.
“No…” She said, dropping to the ground and grabbing the collar of your shirt with a force you didn't think possible. “Don't take me to the hospital!”
“What the hell are you saying?” You asked horrified. “You are badly injured, you have, you have to…”
“No! I can't go to the hospital!” She yelled at you. Her eyes were dark and angry. You shook your head, trying to break free of her grasp.
“But... But, why?” You insisted. She was crying, babbling unintelligible things.
“Please... Don’t... take me to the hospital... Please...” She said softly, rolling her eyes and fainting in your arms. This time her words weren't harsh, they were pleading. She was begging you.
At that time you didn't know what to do. Her condition was dire, but somehow that stopped worrying her when you mentioned taking her to the hospital. You looked at the wrecked car, noticing a small detail. It had no license plate.
You weren't naive. You just had to connect the dots. A car with no license plate, in the middle of the night, on a godforsaken road. A terribly hurt woman who didn't want to go to the hospital, and who said nonsense. She was a fugitive, you were sure.
You checked her pulse and everything seemed fine. You sighed, looking back at your car, and had one of the most difficult internal struggles of your entire life. Should you ignore her strange requests and take her to a hospital? Or should you listen to her? You didn't know what she was running from, you didn't even know if simply by having her in your arms you were putting your life at risk.
“Shit…” You whispered, taking her in your arms and walking to your car.
Carefully, you laid her in the back seat and faced the road. You still didn't know what you were going to do, but you started the car and continued and drove.
The detour to your house was getting closer and you still hadn't made up your mind. Giving a sharp swerve, you took the detour. You didn't know what you were doing, but you were good by nature, you couldn't just do something that would hurt a person.
Your little cabin was cozy, in it you had everything you needed. But still, you still had a little space problem. There was only one bed. Without thinking twice, you laid her on it, looking at her curiously. Despite her injuries, she was still a very beautiful woman.
“Who are you?” You asked whispering, while you went to the bathroom in search of some bandages and some wet rags.
“What…?” the woman asked, waking up little by little. You glanced at her briefly, but continued to clean her wounds, not saying a word. “Where I am?”
You wrung out the rag and took the bowl away from her, leaning a bit to assess her condition.
“You're in my house,” you said, frowning. “Since you have refused to go to the hospital…”
She suddenly sat up, as if she had remembered something important.
“You…” She hissed. “You are one of them...”
“But hey, are you back with that? Can you explain to me what you are talking about? You could say that I saved your life,” you said, crossing your arms. “You should be grateful.”
“Why do I have to thank a monstrosity like you?” The redhead said, clenching her fists.
“Oh, that's really good, I think I heard you say I was an angel,” you said. “I don't know who you are but I know you're running away from something, or someone. So instead of acting like a psycho and start scaring me, you should shut your mouth and let me finish healing you.”
She opened her mouth to say something but stopped at the last moment, looking away from you with a snarl. Her expression changed when she saw her bandaged leg.
“My, my leg... It, it was broken...” She sighed with a soft voice and a perplexed look.
“Yes, it was. I put the bone in its place,” You said, while she looked at her leg dazed.
“Why?”
“Because it's the right thing,” you said, seeing how little by little her attitude relaxed.
“I… I…” She murmured, closing her eyes.
“My name is (Y/N), by the way,” you said with a sweet smile. She looked at you and nodded.
“Thank you, (Y/N)…” She said in an almost imperceptible tone, as if she really had a hard time thanking you.
“Aren't you going to tell me your name?” You asked, picking up the cloth again and putting it on her forehead.
She didn't say anything, she just stared at you, as if she was trying to study all your features. Her look was suspicious.
“No? It's okay…” You sighed, taking all the things to the bathroom again.
“Shit!” She screamed. You ran back into the room.
“What's happening? Does it hurt?” You asked.
She seemed to be searching for something around her.
“My bag, it’s, it's not here, my bag!” She yelled madly. You widened your eyes, surprised.
“What does the bag matter?” You asked, leaning against the wall.
“It matters a lot, (Y/N), I have, I have to… Get it back…” She said, making a futile effort to get out of bed. “Oh! Fuck!”
“What are you doing? Don't move...” You said worried, laying the redhead back on the bed.
“I told you not to touch me…” She whispered. You snorted and moved away instantly.
“If you want me to go get your damn bag, you should start being nicer, will you?” You said. She sighed and nodded.
“I'm sorry…” She said head down. “But I really need to get it back.”
“Okay, but don't move from here or I'll call the police, okay?”
She frowned and gave you a withering look, but she nodded.
“I don't know what the hell I'm doing…” You said, looking through the remains of that old Cadillac. “I've seen too many serial killer documentaries to know how this ends… Oh, here it is.”
You finally managed to get the bag back. You pulled it out of the car, and something fell to the ground. It looked like a wallet. Unable to avoid the enormous curiosity you felt, you opened it, thus discovering the identity of your mysterious guest.
“Marilyn Thornhill…” You whispered, reading the name out loud. “State of Vermont… Vermont? That's too far… My God Marilyn, what have you done?”
You returned to your cabin with more questions than answers.
“I see you haven't moved…” You said, joking, looking at the redhead, who continued with a defiant posture on the bed. “Marilyn.”
“What have you said?”
“Marilyn, that's your name, right?” You said, as you tossed the bag towards her. The redhead looked at you narrowing her eyes. “Though I guess that's a fake one, since you're a long, long way from home. Anyway, I'm sure you're hungry...” You said, going towards the small kitchen.
After a while, you took a bowl of your best soup to your room. Marilyn was asleep, but the floor was wooden. The creaks probably woke her up and she went back into a defensive position.
“What do you want?”
“I'm sure you're starving. It's a cold night. Here, a warm soup,” you said kindly. You loved cooking and you never had a chance to do it for anyone, even if it was a stranger, probably a dangerous one.
She laughed wryly, while she shook her head.
“Ah, I see the trick, it's poisoned, right?” She asked, not taking her eyes off you. You were speechless and blinked rapidly. With a frown you brought the bowl up to your nose.
“Okay, okay, it's not a delicacy from the gods either, but it’s not poisoned…” You said joking.
“I don't trust you, (Y/N)…” Marilyn whispered, while you ignored her and sat on the bed.
“You don't trust the person who saved your life, great,” you said, extending the bowl towards her. “Eat, it will do you good, I promise.”
The redhead hesitated, but she finally took the soup, playing with the spoon inside the plate, looking at you from time to time.
“Eat,” you said again. She sighed, but she raised the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes. “It's good?”
She growled, but she nodded, much to her embarrassment.
“Thank you, (Y/N),” she said dryly.
She ate in silence, while you watched her. There was still a doubt, well one of a million, that had to be clarified.
“How did your car end up upside down? You're not going to tell me that either?”
Marilyn sighed, closing her eyes.
“The last thing I remember is a car coming at full speed towards me and then, a strong blow to the head,” she explained to you, still not looking at your face. You nodded.
“How strange, nobody usually passes by on this road. Probably some of the village boys. They really like to make a fuss.”
“Is there a town near here?”
“Three miles away,” you answered, picking up the bowl, now empty.
“Great, I appreciate the menu, but I'm leaving,” she said, hissing in pain as she moved. You rolled your eyes and gritted your teeth. You were tired of that attitude, but your nature gave you almost infinite patience.
“Very well, good luck,” you said with a superb gesture.
Obviously, Marilyn was unable to move and after a painful attempt to get up, she fell to the floor with a cry of pain. You rolled your eyes again and moved closer with your hands on your hips.
“Is the floor comfortable?”
“Shut up, you stupid outcast,” she said, allowing herself to be put back on the bed.
“What the hell is an outcast?” You asked.
“You are.”
“Me? Why?”
“You can fly, you have wings and you heal with your evil powers…”She told you, resigning herself to you putting the sheets over her.
“I’m a forest fairy. I know it's hard to understand but...”
“Oh, I get it, I get it pretty well. My family died because of you. Inhuman monsters that should not exist.”
You ignored that tone and those words and just explained your condition.
“I don't have evil powers, Marilyn. I can only do good things. Look, I don't know what asylum you escaped from, or what the hell you're talking about.”
“I'm just telling the truth, (Y/N), you shouldn't exist.”
“Great,” you said amused. “Why don't you shut up for a while and try to rest?”
“I'm not going to close my eyes in your presence, and I recommend you do the same…” She hissed, threatening. You raised your eyebrows at that ridiculous threat.
"Yes, whatever you say…” You said. “I will prepare an infusion for you so you can sleep…”
“But, (Y/N), haven't you heard me? I hate you,” she said, surprised by your kind and indifferent attitude.
“Yes, you hate me...” You sighed, disappearing again.
After a few minutes, you returned, a steaming mug in your hand.
“Here, it will help you to sleep,” you said, looking at the infusion with doubts. “It's an old recipe…” You murmured. “Valerian, chamomile, lime blossom… Wait, I think I forgot about…”
“Two mint leaves,” Marilyn said, finishing the recipe for you.
“That's it…” You said with a smile, snapping your fingers. “Wait, how did you know?”
“I studied botany. I know everything about plants and their properties. She explained to you, without looking into your eyes. You nodded surprised.
“Oh…”
That night was complicated. You didn't think she was really capable of doing anything to you, but from your little sofa, you kept watching her. It was all very strange, like it was some kind of nightmare. She seemed like a woman who was not at all innocent. She spoke about things that you were unable to understand and you felt that she truly hated you for what you were, when thanks to your powers, you saved her from a fateful and uncertain fate.
The next day, the noise of an engine woke you up. Yawning, you leaned out the window, watching the sheriff's car approach your cabin. You immediately looked at Marilyn, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
“Fuck…” You whispered, rushing out of the cabin.
“Oh, (Y/N), good morning,” the sheriff said, a man with an age, and very, very friendly.
“Sheriff Callahan…” You said, faking a smile. “What brings you here?”
“Nothing important, (Y/N), I just wanted to know if you know anything about this,” he told you, handing you a photograph. You did not come out of your astonishment. It was a picture of that old Cadillac. The daylight had left it exposed.
“Wow, what happened?” You asked. Good thing the man knew you. You were awful at acting.
“An accident a few kilometers from here... The car was empty when we found it, but there were traces of blood.”
“My God, so someone's hurt,” you said, praying that the redhead wouldn't wake up.
“It's not just someone, (Y/N), it turns out that we have received a notice from the Vermont police. That car had no license plate, and matched the description of a fugitive… Laurel Gates.”
“Laurel Gates?” You asked. You didn't recognize that name, but you imagined who it belonged to. As you suspected, Marilyn Thornhill was just a false identity. Having the sheriff in your backyard was dangerous, but it was also a good source of information that you could take advantage of.
“Yes, look, we got this by fax,” he said, handing you another photograph. Now there was no longer any doubt. She was the woman you had in your house.
“What has she done?” You asked, handing the photograph back to the sheriff.
The man laughed and shook his head.
“What hasn't he done? She tried to kill all the students from a school for special children,” the man said, looking around. “That's why I've also come to see you, (Y/N). That woman seems to have something against those kind of people.”
“Outcasts,” you said, finally recognizing the term she called you several times. The man agreed.
You finally found out what that woman was doing there, why she was running away. She was dangerous, a killer. Now you had another decision to make. You saved her life, you healed her, you fed her. At that time you knew there was something wrong with her but you didn't do anything. You decided to take her home instead of going to the hospital.
It would be a very difficult thing to explain to the police. And you were still a good fairy. You couldn't just hand her over to the sheriff. There was something different about that redhead, you could feel it. No heart is completely dark.
Give her up, hide her… Those were your two options at that moment. You felt obliged to at least wait for her to recover, you didn't know exactly why. Being a fairy sometimes had those kinds of problems. Doing a common good, or helping a person, what a dilemma. The solution came by itself, in the form of words you almost thought you didn't mean.
“Oh, well, I guess I'll be careful,” you said nervously, smiling. The sheriff looked at you and nodded.
“Well, sorry for the inconvenience, oh and save me a couple of those delicious oranges. My wife doesn't know how to live without them,” he said, pointing to one of your fruit trees.
“On Wednesday I'll be at the market as always,” you said amused, while the man walked back to the car.
Once the car was far enough away, you went back into the cabin. The woman was sitting on the bed, looking at you surprised.
“Why didn't you tell him?” She asked with a strange look.
“Tell him what?” You asked, approaching to check her bandages.
“You know what, (Y/N), now you know who I am, why they're looking for me,” she whispered while you put off the bandage on her leg.
You looked at her and didn't say anything, you only saw the state in which her wounds were.
“Laurel Gates, yes,” you whispered, getting up from the bed. She was looking at you with wide eyes as you headed to the kitchen for one of your healing salves.
“Let's see…” You said whispering. Your look was serious as you applied the cream to her wound. The redhead hissed, but she didn't protest as loudly as she did the day before.
“(Y/N),” she said, interrupting you, grabbing your wrist. “Haven't you heard? I am a dangerous murderer.”
You sighed and wriggled out of her grasp.
“Don't move,” you said, ignoring her comment at first. Then the tension became unbearable. “The outcasts are people like me? People with special abilities?”
“Yes…” She said, watching carefully how you healed her leg.
“Why do you want to kill us?” You asked, perhaps being a bit abrupt in your movements.
“They killed my family…” She whispered. You stopped and looked at her. “I told you yesterday.”
“How they did it?”
“My family always fought to keep those monsters out of town. They all died to fulfill that important mission.”
“Oh, don't tell me,” you whispered.
“I don't expect you to understand. Surely your outcast brain is incapable of seeing the reality of things,” Laurel said, with that murderous look again.
“My outcast brain is healing your broken leg, so I'll give you some advice, shut up,” you said ironically.
“Are you threatening me?”
“No, I'm just asking you to shut that big mouth and let me finish healing you since you're not going to thank me,” you answered, bandaging her leg again.
“You must be a real idiot,” she said, laughing. “You know that I would kill you if I had the chance and still…”
“I’m just doing what my conscience dictates,” you interrupted. Your hands trembled with rage. It was incredible to you that even though you were the one taking care of her, even if you hadn’t ratted her out to the police, she still had that attitude.
She huffed and crossed her arms.
“I don't understand.”
“We are two now.”
The day passed normally, within the non-normal. You dedicated yourself to your small garden, with which you earned your living, while the redhead rested. You barely exchanged words, she just looked at you, she followed you with her eyes. You couldn't deny that you were scared, at any moment she would be able to get up and strangle you, you were convinced.
After working hard, you came home with a basket full of the fruit you had picked.
“Are those oranges?” The redhead asked, giving you a good scare. You took a fruit from the basket and threw it at her.
“No, they're watermelons, what do you think?” You said ironically. Laurel examined the fruit curiously.
“It is impossible for orange trees to grow in this type of soil,” she said, looking at that fruit.
“Not for me. Every Wednesday I sell the fruit in the town. This is how I earn my living,” you explained. “That one is free, but the next one you will have to pay for.”
“Why do you live here by yourself?” She asked, peeling the orange. You sighed and closed your eyes.
“Because I like it. Here I can commune with nature, and I don't have anyone to bother me. Well, at least until you came along.”
“Really I don’t understand you. With this fruit you could become rich. I have never tasted one like this,” she said, taking a slice.
“How typical. Money isn't the most important thing, Laurel. I'm not interested,” you said, approaching the bed. “I know, the outcasts are idiots, we deserve to die…” You ironized.
“You already know that,” she answered with a disturbing smile. You rolled your eyes and nodded. “I met many outcasts in Nevermore, but the truth is that I didn't know that forest fairies existed.”
“Nevermore?”
“It's the school where I worked.”
“Oh the one where you almost did a massacre, okay, okay,” you said. “Look, you don't like me and I don't like you. I can't let you leave in that state, but when you recover you will walk out that door and find your life on your own, is that clear?”
Laurel nodded.
“Believe me, (Y/N), I'm the first one who wants to leave this place,” she told you smiling.
“Great, and by the way, you could use a bath, you stink,” you said, leaving the cabin again.
It was already night. You were lying on the grass, looking at the loads of stars in the sky. You were reflecting on the events of the past two days. A school for outcasts, it seemed impossible to you. Before living in that cabin, you went to a normal school and they weren't good years. You felt the mockery and terror of your companions towards you. People didn't treat you right until you had something to offer them. You kept wondering what your life would have been like in that school, living with people who are just like you.
“Hey! You! I need help!” The redhead yelled from inside the cabin. You sighed and got up from the ground.
“My name is not you!” You yelled in response. You heard a growl.
“(Y/N)! Help me! Please… Please!”
“That's better,” you said to yourself.
Carefully, you helped Laurel out of the tub.
“Don't look... You perverted...” She whispered to you. You closed your eyes.
“Perverted, that's new,” you said ironically, while you covered her body with a towel.
The days passed without news. The tense relationship between you only changed if you talked about plants. They were the only conversations you could have in peace, without insults and death threats. Finally, Laurel was able to get out of bed, using old crutches. It was much more disturbing to you that she was able to walk freely around the cabin.
“And these are carrots,” you said, pointing to a plot of your garden.
“What do you use to fertilize them?” the redhead asked curiously.
“I go to the forest occasionally to look for material. Never made chemicals, they would change the flavor completely,” you explained reluctantly.
“Chemicals come from plants, did you know?” She told you, laughing, something more and more frequent.
“Yeah, sure, from a tree called lab,” you said sarcastically, laughing as well.
The nights were somewhat different. It was cold, but still, you always went out on your little porch to taste the dinners you prepared. Laurel was always left alone, devoured her food, and went to sleep. Little by little it became a routine, a disturbing one.
That night you were trying your soup while admiring the full moon when you heard the door open. The redhead moved slowly, leaning on her crutches and with a blanket over her, she sat next to you. You looked at her with a frown.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Do you know what day it is today?” She told you, placing her plate with difficulty on the wooden table.
“24.”
“It's Christmas Eve, (Y/N)…” She sighed, looking up at the stars.
“I didn't even remember that. I stopped celebrating Christmas years ago,” you commented, shaking your head.
“Don't you have a family?” She asked.
“Well, I don’t,” you said dryly. “My parents abandoned me when I was born. My wings have been known to scare them. I grew up in a foster home in town.”
“I… I'm sorry. I know what that is. All my family died. My mother, my father, my brother...”
“Yes, yes, the horrible outcasts killed them…” You said tiredly.
“What I want to say, (Y/N), is that I know very well what it is to be alone in this world,” she told you with an extremely calm tone, which did not emanate any kind of hatred. “It's not nice.”
“No, it’s not. But I decided to take the path of goodness, not think about murdering people just because my life has been a shit,” you said, drinking some soup.
“I was only doing what I thought was right, (Y/N), what would you have done if you knew who was guilty of the death of your family?”
“I don't know, Laurel. Anything but revenge,” you said sighing. “If you live with resentment your soul turns black.”
“I wish I could have thought that way, but I couldn't,” she told you, sighing as well. “It is difficult to be alone in the world… Not having anyone who understands you, who understands your fears…”
“To hug you…” You continued, feeling how tears began to form in your eyes.
“To tell you that everything will be alright...”
You nodded, already crying. You shook your head and looked at the redhead, who seemed to have the same face as you.
“But that's the past, I've learned to live alone and right now I don't want another kind of life,” you said.
“That's a filthy lie,” she whispered to you.
“Oh, right, I forgot that I have a murderer living with me. I still prefer to be alone,” you joked. She laughed, and so did you. “You say it's Christmas, right?”
“Christmas Eve,” she answered, looking at the stars.
“Whatever...” You said, getting up from the table.
You went through the garden, looking for one of the many pots you had. You found one full of dirt and picked it up, bringing it to the table and dropping it roughly.
“What's that?” Laurel asked, looking at the pot curiously.
“Silence…” You said, closing your eyes and burying your hands in the dirt. A few seconds later, a plant began to sprout, one that you knew was her favorite, a carnivorous plant.
“That, that is…” She said, admiring the plant you had made grow.
“It's for you, Merry Christmas,” you said, bringing the stiff closer to her.
“For me? Why?” She asked surprised.
“I never had Christmas presents, I suppose you didn't either,” you said with a low voice, she shook her head, while she admired the plant. “Well, there you go. Don't thank me, I'm just being compassionate,” you said without giving her the option to respond, entering the cabin again.
“Shit,” you said, shifting on the uncomfortable sofa you were sleeping on. That particular night, you had trouble getting to sleep, even though you were really tired. “But look at the board, damn board,” you said, touching the wooden slats with your fist that were destroying your back little by little.
“What the hell are you saying, (Y/N)?” The redhead asked from the bed. “With your murmurs it is impossible to sleep.”
“Oh, yeah? Try sleeping here,” you said angrily. She got up.
“Well, come to bed, there's plenty of room,” she said, making you open your eyes a lot.
“With you? Ha, don’t make me laugh,” you said ironically.
“As you want,” she replied, lying down again.
After a few more turns you grunted and got up from the sofa, sitting on the bed.
“Step aside,” you snapped. You couldn't see her face, but you were sure she was smiling at your defeat. Laurel stirred and you shyly got into bed. “Aren't you afraid that I'll infect you with some outcast illness or something like that?”
“Shut up and go to sleep,” she told you. You shrugged and lay back, getting as far away from the heat of her body as you could. “(Y/N)…”
“What…”
“Merry Christmas to you too…”
After that day everything changed. There was no rancor in her words anymore, there were no insults, only smiles. It was as if something in her had said “enough” to the hate and was learning to live with her own fears.
On the contrary, you were beginning to feel strange. In the mornings you woke up next to her, hugging her body. You didn't understand why your heart started pounding every time you looked at her while she was sleeping. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be what you were feeling. You were falling in love with that woman, and it didn't seem to matter much to you, at least until you stopped to think about it.
“Happy New Year!” You yelled while listening to the radio. As a reflex you hugged her and she did the same. Her leg was much better, but it was still too early to let her go. Something inside you told you that you were both running away from that moment. “Come on, let's dance,” you said, turning up the the radio volume.
“I can't dance, (Y/N)…” She told you, amused.
“Of course you can,” you answered. “Unless you have a problem, in your old-fashioned philosophy is dancing a sin?”
“Well… I don't know,” she joked, getting up with difficulty.
Music filled that little cabin while you did something like dancing. The laughs were even louder than the music as you let the redhead spin you around. On one of those spins, she stopped you very close to her. Silence fell.
She was looking at you, and you were looking at her too. You had known each other for over a month, but it was as if you had just discovered yourselves. You wouldn't know what happened, but in an instant, her lips landed on yours.
You closed your eyes, feeling how the fire invaded your heart. You had been dreaming something similar for days, since that Christmas Eve in which you began to sleep with her. Her spirit had changed, she was no longer the cruel murderer you found in a crashed car. She was your partner, your counterpart, the woman you didn't mind sharing your life with.
The kiss lasted a while. It was a pure one, it was not wild, it was calm. Her hands cupped your face and yours went straight to her waist. Something inside you told you that this was not right, that no matter how much you were falling in love with her, that did not cancel out the things she had done.
You parted slightly, looking down. You didn't know what to say, although you did know what you wanted to keep doing. Kiss her, kiss her until you're out of breath. You had to get out of that trap that you yourself had gotten yourself into.
“Laurel…” You whispered, pointing to her legs. “Your leg…”
She shook her head and looked down. There was something missing, the crutch. She looked at you, realizing what that meant.
“You're fine…” You said.
“Yes… It seems that way,” the redhead answered, moving her knee. “I… I, I'll leave tomorrow morning. It's New Year Day and there won't be anyone on the road,” she said, separating from you completely.
You just stood there, standing. A few days ago you wished that she would leave, that she would leave you alone. At that moment the thought of her leaving was like a stab in your chest. You weren't going to admit it, but you couldn't just pretend nothing was wrong either.
You turned off the radio and without saying a word, you got into bed next to her, like every night. Laurel had her back to you, she didn't seem to want to even talk to you like she usually did at night.
“Laurel…” You whispered. She moved a little. “Hold me, please...” You begged, running a hand over her back. She turned around with a doubtful expression, but complied with your request, pulling you tighter against her. You kept the tears from spilling down your cheeks.
You always thought that it was not worth having someone by your side, that you could be alone for the rest of your life. That tender and unexpected hug made you realize that you were very wrong.
Little by little, your hands intertwined while your eyes traveled all over your body. At one point the kisses took control. They weren't like the kiss from before, this one was different, desperate, anxious. It was your last night together, you knew it, she knew it. The prejudices that she was supposed to have disappeared along with your clothes, along with her clothes. Hugs, caresses, kisses, warmth. It was all you could feel in your little cabin. There were no questions, you didn't ask for permission, and she didn't either. There were no words of love either, affectionate whispers, only passion, only your naked bodies melting under the sheets, in the light of the small candles you had on, in the residual heat left by the fireplace when it went out. It was a magnificent night, the best of your entire life, a night you would never forget.
“Don't forget your plant,” you said, as Laurel gathered up some things and put them in a backpack. She smiled at you and picked up the little pot. “Hey, where are you going to go?” You asked.
“I don't know…” She replied with a melancholic air. “I suppose I will live a life very similar to yours.”
You nodded, as she put the backpack on her shoulders. There were no more words. Laurel headed for the door, followed closely by you. The unmade sheets on the bed made you shiver as you remembered the night before. So many days dreaming of that moment, and in the end you were devastated to lose her.
“(Y/N)…. I…” She said, turning to look at you. “I… I'm sorry. I was wrong with the outcasts, I was wrong with you...”
You nodded, trying not to meet her eyes.
“It's okay, mistaking is a human thing,” you said, trying with all your might to smile.
“I doubt there's any humanity left in me…” Laurel whispered, caressing your cheek. “I… I'm going… I'm going to miss you.”
The redhead gave you a soft kiss on your lips. You no longer did anything to hide your tears, they ran freely down your cheeks.
“Me too…”
She seemed to be crying too, but she turned around, starting to walk, walking away from your house and your life. It was a painful goodbye. You never thought you could fall in love with a woman like her, a woman who hates you, or rather she hated you. A fugitive, a murderer. But you were crazy about her, and now that you realized that she had feelings for you too, she was gone forever.
You looked everywhere, looking for some signal to act, something to tell you what to do. You didn't really need it. You had already lost sight of her, but she wasn't going to go far, she still limped. You spread your wings and glided down the path.
“Wait, wait!” You yelled. She turned around, startled. You landed crashing in front of her and grabbed her wrists.
“(Y/N)…” She told you, looking at you astonished.
“I know what you're going to tell me, that I'm an outcast, that you wouldn't even live with me, but, but I have, I have to try.”
“Try?” She asked. You put your hand on her mouth to shut her up.
“Look, I know that we are like oil and water, that you are older than me, that you are a fugitive and that surely you could kill me while I’m sleeping, but this month and a half with you has been the best of my life. I thought, I thought that I didn't need anyone by my side, that I could live alone, but… It's just that I can't… I, I can't live without you.”
She looked at you surprised and nodded at your affirmations.
“But say something, you idiot!” You yelled nervously.
She smiled and kissed you passionately. You cried, but you didn't understand anything, you didn't understand what that kiss meant.
“(Y/N), I… I don't deserve your love…” She told you, shaking her head. “I don't deserve to spend the rest of my life in this cabin, by your side, even if it's what I want the most right now.”
“I decide what you deserve, Laurel…” You said sobbing. “Please, don’t, don't go, stay with me... Please...” You said, throwing yourself into her arms.
“(Y/N)…”
“Please… I… I love you…” You whispered. Her embrace became even stronger and her tears began to wet your clothes.
“I love you…” She whispered too.
“Don't go, stay with me, please... You'll be safe here, no one will find out, we can, we can be happy...”
“Happy?” She said, moving away from you a bit. “You and me?”
“Yes, you and me…” You repeated, trying to calm down.
“I hated you, (Y/N).”
“But now you love me…” You said. She nodded.
“Now I love you…”
“Stay with me, Laurel, fuck the world, fuck your past...”
“(Y/N), I… I…” She said, stammering, while she took your hands. “Okay.”
“What?”
“Okay, (Y/N), I'll, I'll stay with you…” She said smiling, just like you. “I want, I want a life with you, far away from everything…”
“With our garden…” You said, putting your hands around her waist.
“Your delicious menus…”
“Your killer smile…” You joked.
“Together.”
“Together.”
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