Nickels (Spot Conlon x reader) {Completed}

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Alright everyone, quick disclaimer, this is based off a tiktok I once saw by 80s.x.rodriguez. (Check them out, they are awesome!!!) The tiktok is based off of the movie (which was once a book) Princess Bride, so I guess this chapter is also based off that (With some changes obviously.)

"A newsie," Pulitzer repeated, "By the name of Nickels."

He took my cap off my head and my hair fell down over my shoulders. He grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of the rest of the newsies.

"Meet my daughter, Y/n!"

A tear slipped down my cheek as I looked at Spot. His eyes were full of anger and regret. I had lied to him. I couldn't see any other newsie through my tears, though I'm sure they were all shocked.

I could feel my heart shattering, and falling, falling into the pits of hell.

"So," My father said, an arm on my shoulder, grounding me there, "Here's the deal. You show me where Ralph is, and I shall lower the prices. And you give up Y/n without a fight."

Spot scoffed and quick as a flash, grabbed me back from Pulitzer, pulling me to his side.

"Get away from Y/n!" Father warned.

Spot's grip on my tightened, "No." He said calmly.

"Once again get away from my daughter!" Father stepped forward, along with his bodyguards. (Does he have those? I feel like he had those, but I'm not sure...) 

Spot pushed me roughly behind him, "Will not 'appen. Dough (Though), jus' fo' da record," He muttered into my ear, "I'm doin' dis fo' Emmie. Not yous."

I nodded, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"For the last time," Father roared, "Get away from my daughter!"

"I'se will not leave 'er!" Spot yelled back, stepping up to meet him. Jack put a calm hand on his shoulder to prevent him from doing anything else. As I heard the words leave Spot's mouth, I inhaled. Didn't he just say he was doing it only for Emmie?

Father fumed, and raised his hand to strike Spot, an action I had been on the receiving end of many times before. I couldn't let him do this.

I darted out from behind the boys and up to father, "Will yous promise not ta hurt 'im?"

"What was that?" Father turned to me.

"What was dat?" Spot looked at me too, confusion in his eyes.

I held my hands up in surrender, "If I'se bring yous ta Emm- Ralph, an' return ta da way I'se was, will yous promise not ta hurt dis boy?"

Father sighed, "I swear I will not hurt this boy. But you must stop talking like that. Years on the street have made you into.... into one of them." He jerked his head towards the newsies.

I nodded, before saying, "'E- He is a newsie from Brooklyn. Promise to return him to Brooklyn!"

"I swear it will be done." Father repeated.

"Y/n." Spot's broken voice made me turn to him, "Why are ya doin' dis?" His real question remained unspoken; Why are you doing this even though I just hurt and rejected you?

I stepped to him and give him a long hug. After a second, he hugged back. "Spot," I said, "I thought I lost you once and it almost destroyed me. I can not bear it if I lost you again. Not when I can save you... And, I just wanted to say... I love you, Spot. With all my heart." I kissed him on the cheek, then turned back to father.