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After the Last City (3)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 1352

Warnings: Angst

Summary:  The most beautiful sound in the world

Prompt: How about a death cure fic where Thomas and everyone else thought y/n died amid the chaos of the city falling. The last time anyone saw her was when Thomas ran off after having killed Newt and she never made it back to the Berg. They get a sos radio call about a month latter where it’s her contacting them letting them know that she survived. She was injured and has no way of making it to the safe haven. Now they have to travel back to the fallen city to rescuer her from the cranks and what is left of civilization. - Courtesy of @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8​

A/N: I tried something new, hope you guys enjoy this! Gif credit to the oh so wonderful @dylinski​ Thank you so much for letting me use it babe! I normally

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It didn’t take long to find Vince. 

He had been in the gardens with Newt earlier but had apparently gone to check on what some of the builders were doing in the local forest. 

When they found the older man, Thomas quickly explained what he wanted to do and why he wanted to do it. Surprisingly, Vince had agreed, almost instantly, Y/N being one of the people he’d always had a soft spot for. The reality was that she had that effect on everyone and Thomas had never been so grateful for it before. 

Plans were quickly made. He would go with Newt, Gally, Minho, Vince, Frypan, Sarah, Michael, Ruben, Brenda and Jorge. They would leave Aris and Harriett in charge here. 

Then it came time to sit down and actually make the plan. 

The group that was going, Aris and Harriet got together and started to work on what the plan would get you back in his arms. 

“I say we sail here,” Vince pointed out a very familiar spot on the map. 

It was the inlet for the compound they’d used to hide the kids from WICKED last time. When they had planned to save Minho but failed… 

“We can’t be sure that WICKED hasn’t taken over,” Gally pointed out.

“Then we’ll find somewhere else,” Thomas grit out, turning to glare at the man, “but we are not giving up on Y/N.”

“Relax Greenie,” Gally surrendered with a raise of his hands, “No one’s saying that we do that. I’m just pointing out we need to be sure that we can even land We won’t do her any good if we manage to get caught ourselves.”

Glaring at the other boy, Thomas looked over to the map. He hated that he knew that Gally was right. Looking over the map, he traced the shores of where it was that Vince had proposed they land. 

There really wasn’t a better place to land. They would have to find a way to make this work. 

He could hear  Vince, Gally and Newt talking about different options they could try. 

Vince was trying to figure out if maybe there would be a better time to go. He’d tried to suggest waiting a few months butThomas had immediately shot the idea down. There was no way that he was going to hold off on getting back to you. 

As they talked, he realized he knew where they needed to land. 

Quickly, he told them his idea and the group of them moved back and forth, refining the idea until they came up with something that everyone seemed to agree on. 

It took them a few hours, but eventually they came up with something solid. They would sail out and drop anchor about 12 miles offshore, enough to ensure that if anyone was in the camp, they wouldn’t be able to see the ship. At that point, Thomas, Vince, and Newt would wait for dark before taking one of the smaller boats and they would make their way to shore.. 

Once the three of them made sure that the area wasn’t run over by Wicked or Cranks, that it was safe, Thomas and Newt would stay while VInce went back to grab the others and bring them in leaving Sarah, Michael, and Ruben on the larger ship to keep it safe. 

It was a solid plan that Thomas was looking forward to and the sooner that they got to it, the better. 

The problem came with the ship itself… apparently while working on the ships radio, Thomas had failed to notice that the ship itself was in desperate need of repairs.

 Barnacles had managed to overgrow on the hull of the ship and they had to take the time to not only kill the arthropods but also scrape them off. Something they could only do during the low tide. 

In addition to that, some of the gearing had needed to be greased. 

The good thing? The ship had everything they needed to get it back in working order. It was just a matter of doing the manual work. 

Thomas had gone at it alone at first. A habit from days past. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t think that he wouldn’t get help if he asked for it. It was that it never occurred to him to actually ask the others for help. 

Newt and Frypan had joined him in the first hour, helping him carry freshwater from one of the inland rivers. 

Gally had brought some of the builders and they all took turns rotating between who would scrape the barnacles. Gally was always working on the hull, along with two other builders. 

Frustrated with the pace at which things were moving, he had wanted to snap at Gally but had to remind himself that the Haven still needed to be put together. That they were building something for the future. 

It did nothing for his mood though. 

He found himself getting more and more anxious. The few times that he would join the others for chow, he couldn’t help the feeling of restlessness. 

His leg would bounce, his hands couldn’t stay still, no matter what he did, it was like his body knew that the sooner he got this done, the sooner he would get you back. 

Working with the others, thankfully, it had taken less than a month to get the ship back up and running. Still, the month had felt like it had dragged on longer than he liked. 

But, eventually, they were on their way. 

He lost track of time while they were on the ship. Sitting on the roof above the helm, his eyes kept searching the horizon for the first sign that they’d arrived.  

The trip back to the inlet had felt like it had taken months longer than the trip to the safe haven. He’s sure it’s because he’s anxious to have her back, but it doesn’t stop the frustration. 

He pulls out a letter, one that he had written just in case things went bad. The letter bore the deepest parts of him, at least, as far as he knew how to express them.  In it he’d told her about how he felt… How he was sorry that he wasn’t there with her. 

He told her of the day he realized just how much he loved her and he listed off just some of the few things about her that never failed to take his breath away. 

Like the way she bit her lip when she was concentrating. 

The way her eyes lit up like the night sky when she learned something new. 

Or how your body would practically vibrate with whatever emotion you felt. 

As the days pass, he finds himself either on the roof of the helm, reading the letter over and over again or in the radio room. Each time he reads the note, he begs whatever diety may be listening to bring you back to him. Eventually, he spends most of his time in the radio room, making calls for his girl. The closer they get, the more he makes calls out. 

The calls are made for Marina. 

He hadn’t understood it when the name first occurred to him and to this day he isn’t sure what caused it but the first time he’d called her Duchess it had felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

As they continued, Thomas tried time and time again but each time received no response. 

He couldn’t even remember how many times he’d called but nothing was heard back. No one was responding. 

Groaning, he tossed the the mouthpiece down and began to storm out of the small room. 

A crackling sound caught his attention, however, and he turned around. It was the first time that  he had gotten anything out of the damned contraption.

He waited a moment when the static became more intense. 

Making his way back towards the radio, his heart stops as he hears the most beautiful sound in the world. 

“Tommy… Please tell me you can hear me?”

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought! Comments, reblogs, asks… I live for all these! So sorry thhis is so short but it just felt right ya know? 

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Posted21January 2020

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I posted 195 times in 2021

30 posts created (15%)

165 posts reblogged (85%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 5.5 posts.

I added 128 tags in 2021

#destiny 2 - 23 posts

#destiny - 20 posts

#destiny ikora - 15 posts

#destiny eris - 14 posts

#destiny zavala - 14 posts

#eris morn - 12 posts

#destiny hive - 9 posts

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#i had braces but couldn't whistle before that either

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The Bad Batch is just Star Wars "found family" trope 2.0, change my mind.

12 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 20:28:48 GMT

#4

Okay, having just watched Hamilton a few days ago, here's a couple things that've been bouncing around my head:

Can you imagine how much of Young Washington Washington saw in Hamilton? Like, young, reckless, constantly searching for a way to stand out, pushing for a command all the time?

Hamilton responding to Burr in Your Obedient Servant with "Mr. Vice President" probably tipped Burr over the edge cause he was already mad. He probably thought Hamilton was roasting him.

14 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 22:44:03 GMT

#3

“Abomination”, Ch. 14

  One warp jump later, the trio were landing at the Shore again, this time in Soriks' Cut. "Stay here for just a sec, big guy. Gotta make sure none of Spider's goons are around," Poppy said, motioning for Narvuk to stay in the ship. She crept out, rifle at the ready. To her left, Sienna was already taking care of some nearby Cabal. It only took a few moments before the area was clear, but they made sure to scope out the cliffs before signaling Narvuk to come out.

  He stooped to get out, sword in hand. "Thhis is... new. I will be hidden hhere?," he asked, glancing at the caves and craters. Sienna nodded, still looking around through her rifle scope.

"Just don't get seen, you'll be fine," she said over her shoulder. "Spider's likely to sell your location to the Vanguard... or anyone else willing to pay."

  "Luckily," Poppy interrupted, "that rules out the Hive, because let's be honest, they probably don't even understand what Glimmer is." The joke, feeble as it was, broke the dour mood, Narvuk cracking a smile and Sienna letting a quiet chuckle slip. The Hunter stood up and slung her rifle over her shoulder.

  "Looks like we're clear for now. Let's get you inside the caves, big guy. They run deep enough that you shouldn't be bothered much," Sienna said, pointing at the entrance to the Diaviks Mines. "Only thing you might see is some Cabal, but they haven't been a threat since the Red War ended." Narvuk nodded, and the group started off into the mines.

  Five minutes later, the mine was clear and the trio stood in the room that once served as the Trickster's lair. "Thhis will ddo. It will hhave to." Narvuk surveyed the space, the only decorations the piles of fake Glimmer and engrams. "Could use more sskulls, though." Sienna snorted as Poppy's jaw dropped.

  "You can't be serious--" the Warlock started.

  The Knight chuckled. "Nno, I'm not. Though it could use some redecorating." The trio stood in companionable silence for a few moments, but it was broken when Harrier materialized, shell fidgeting anxiously.

  "Spider for you, Sienna."

  She cursed quietly. "Both of you, stay quiet. He can't know you're here, especially you, big guy," she said in a clipped tone. "Put him through."

  Spider's voice began echoing from Harrier. "Hnn, if it isn't the vengeful spectre. Last I checked, Araskes was six feet under. Why visit her lair?"

  "Meh, I was feelin' sentimental. Anything you need from me, Spider? You're normally not one for social calls," Sienna laughed darkly as Narvuk and Poppy stared. Their friend had changed, her tone and stance wholly different. She took out one of her knives and began flipping it idly Spider continued.

  "As it happens," he growled, "there is a little something. My spies report seeing Hive and Scorn acting... friendly, shall we say, out on the High Plains. When you can, go do what you do best."

  "You always know just how to brighten my day, Baron. They'll be out of business shortly." With that, she cut the feed and turned back to her friends. She stopped, however, when she saw the looks on their faces. "What? Was it something I said?"

  Poppy cleared her throat. "Sienna, we've been friends for a while. But I have... no idea who I was just looking at. I-it's like you just... switched places." Narvuk rumbled his agreement, still looking slightly unnerved. Sienna sighed.

  "Seriously? We just heard about more Scorn-Hive cooperation and you're worrying about how I was just sounding? We can talk about this later. Right now, you and I have to go."

  "Sorry, big guy. Looks like you'll be here a while," Poppy apologized.

  Narvuk waved the girls off. "Ggo. Do what you have to. I'll make myself... comfortablle."

16 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 23:12:33 GMT

#2

Destiny Headcanon Time (and inspirations)!

When a Guardian first touches a certain element of the Light (Solar, Arc, Void), they get a sensation all over related to that element. Example: when a Warlock reaches the Stormtrance for the first time, they get, like, a tingling or a buzz in their nervous system or something. This one was inspired by something small. In the Taken King cutscene where your Titan unlocks Sunbreaker, there's a frame or two where they throw their head back like they touched a hot stove.

Some Guardians have become almost surrogate parents for those Smallen who only have one, whether that's because of Guardians or not.

50 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 17:24:36 GMT

#1

Let me tell you what I wish I'd known,

When I was young and dreamed of glory,

You hand no control,

Who lives,

Who dies,

See the full post

81 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 16:14:56 GMT

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