~Flowers From 1970~ REUPLOADED

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

- when y/n, a proud and loyal warrior for l'manburg, realises her role in this war is a lot bigger than she thought, where will she lay her priorities? a dream x (fem)reader fic 💚 (very much a slow-burn) dream smp au if dream or anyone from the smp group find this story and are uncomfortable with it, please let me know! the last thing i'd want to do is to weird you guys out <3 tw: language, gore, arson, graphic desc, violence started: 15/10/20 art cover credit: b_puppers on twt <3